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TWST x Sanrio (Collab)

Leona with Gudetama & Biscuit!

🎉 Happy 3° Anniversary Leoxeru 🎉

Happy 3 years together my dear annoying with smugface syndrome cat /hj

✨Happy (belated) birthday, Ruggie! ✨

🌺✨🪼🍩✨🌺

I'm sorry for the delay, Ruggie, but you know me, I draw very slowly, so I hope you can forgive me.

🌻 Fairy Gala AxeRuggie 🌻

I don't usually buy commissions, but this time I treated myself. I hope you like it because this person's art is very beautiful.

🎨: @/Rin Rin (Facebook)

Context of the drawing below 👇🏻

Color Practice ~ 2026

2025 version under the cut 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

I like u, have a cupcake ~redraw~

✨ Happy 1000 days to Leoxeru ✨

It's a quick sketch, and I would have liked to do something more beautiful and extravagant, but I won't lie, this thousand days thing caught me off guard, lol, but hey, it's what I could do with all the pressure of the moment. . .

I hope you like this redraw of one of the first little drawings I did of the ship.

2023 version

His hair is more sincere than he is.

“A window to the future.”

Summary: Years have passed since Leona and Axeru graduated from the NRC, completing their internships and somewhat intense adventures; now it was time for a well-deserved rest, to find new hobbies or reconnect with some from the past.

Years have passed; tedious, hard, and exhausting years where there was nothing else I could see beyond a high ceiling I couldn't reach. Over time, that ceiling changed to a large window; curtains made of silky fabric with sophisticated patterns; the sunlight hit softly, then strongly, then hid again.

It took me a while to get used to being treated like royalty, even though they were a bit reluctant at first. I couldn't help but wonder: Am I a burden here too? “I know that look.” he would always say when I thought something like that, so I just try not to think about it anymore. Regardless of the answer, it won't change anything.

Nothing will change if I don't do something about it... huh, I guess that's where you and I are different. Eat a little more, sleep a little more, go for a walk a little more, talk a little more. I still can't go into the kitchen; more than because it's forbidden, my heart beats fast and hard when I think about it, the idea makes me tremble, my hands start to sweat, my blood pressure drops, and the memories come flooding back, so for now, I have to do something else.

“Do you like that window so much that I always find you sitting near it at the same time?” he asks me ironically with an arrogant smile, then continues, “Am I losing to a window?” The sarcastic question made me smile and roll my eyes. then I felt him move toward me and open a space between the wall and my body, wrapping his arms around my waist. His touch was so gentle, yet his arms hadn't lost their strength. He rested his chin on my shoulder, but not for too long.

“You've been drawing too much lately.” To that, I only replied after a sigh, “I'm trying, I guess.” After that, there was only a moment of silence accompanied by the subtle sound of the pages of the notebook turning between my fingers.

“I still hate it,” I said.

“And I still love you,” he replied.

“What does that have to do with what I said?” I asked.

“That some things don't change.”