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mahs-dumpster · 2 months

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a/n: idk what I'm doing with my life tbh I'm just like. Writing tons of scenarios without stopping. Anyways this was like made ages ago and I just decided to give it a proper ending... Anyways once again posting this and running away

🏷️: @viilpstick @justm3di0cr3

cw: oc x canon (Leona x Isabelle), banter, uhhh idk man denial of feelings?

words: 2300+

Dividers.

Obsession.

“I hope you do realize you're absolutely obsessed with her.” Ruggie stated as he finished folding Leona's clothes and putting them in their rightful drawer. The man in question laid in bed with a raised eyebrow completely confused.

“What?”

“With Isabelle-san. You’ve been talking about her for the last hour I’ve been here folding your clothes.” Ruggie got up, grabbing the basket filled with dirty clothes from both him and Leona — he wasn't gonna complain if Leona let him wash his clothes with his. “Actually, you’ve been talking about her during Spelldrive practice as well.”

“I wasn't talking about her, I was complaining.” The prince huffed as he crossed his arms, looking at the smaller one.

“Excessively. I'm so tired of hearing about her I think I'll physically cringe next time I see her. Which is bad… she likes me enough to give me special treatment…” Ruggie sighed as Leona sat down to look at him incredulously.

“Because she always has a bone to pick with me. She's always on my case.”

“I'm always on your case and you don't talk about me nearly as much, do you?”

“You do stuff for me. She just irritates me.”

“Well, ok. Vil-san irritates you and is always on your case, do you talk as much about him as you do with Isabelle-san?” Leona shut his mouth, rolling his eyes and rolling to the other side of the bed, his back facing Ruggie as the hyena beastman sighed. “One way or another you’ll have to accept it. It ain't that bad, really, at least you know you’ll stay together regardless, while I– nevermind. ‘night, boss.” and the boy left before any melancholic thoughts could’ve been voiced, while Leona stayed there on his bed, eyebrows furrowed as he clicked his tongue.

Let's say, in the imaginary scenario that Ruggie created, that Leona was, in fact, a bit obsessed with his fiancée. What would happen then? Sure, they were getting married in 3 year's time, but that wouldn't change how Isabelle felt, and she despised him. And he despised her as well. Obviously. Surely.

Leona groaned in annoyance and covered his face with his pillow, trying to force himself to go to sleep and ignore the annoying questions Ruggie planted in his head.

“Sit up straight, has your father taught you no proper etiquette?”

“Oh shut it.” Leona basically growled but his fiancée showed no fear, in actuality, she seemed even more fierce, glaring at him as if demanding an apology. He didn't give it to her through words, but he rolled his eyes and waved his hand, and she nodded, not entirely pleased but it would do.

After that day Leona didn't want to see Isabelle, in fact, he’s made it his life mission to avoid her when they had joint school activities, and ignored her calls — more than usual. But sitting in a limousine? With her? All the way from the mirror to the palace at Sunset Savannah? He simply couldn't avoid her.

“So.” Isabelle began, and he got ready for a scolding. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I'm not.”

“You barely spoke to me the last time our schools had an event.”

“I was busy.”

“You ignored all of my calls, even the ones from the viewglasses.”

“I probably didn't see it. Can we get it over with?”

“No.” She insisted, a frown prevalent in her pretty face. “What's up with you all of a sudden? If I said something to upset you, you must tell me.”

“You upset me just by looking in my direction.” He glared back and Isabelle stared at him for a moment. She sighed and looked outside the window.

“I see.” She merely said. “I shall not look at you today if it upsets you this much.”

…Did he go too far?

He watched as her small hands were locked together, one of them kept making motions on the other one, like pulling the sleeve of her dress, pinching her skin lightly and scratching it as well. Leona moved his gaze upwards to the back of her head, unable to see her expression.

Maybe he did go a bit too far.

Isabelle said stuff like this constantly to him tho! Like, come on now, he had way more right to be upset, she was usually the one starting fights! In fact, this whole thing started because he couldn't stop complaining about a fight she initiated!!

Leona clicked his tongue, his demeanor shifted from being uncomfortable in her presence for being annoyed with himself. Why did he even say that? It wasn't even true. Maybe it was in the beginning, but not anymore. Isabelle was irritating, always bossing him around and testing his patience, but she didn't pry when he closed off when the subject of his family showed up, she cheered for him during Spelldrive matches, — well, more like threatened him because she didn't want to be engaged to a loser — and defended him to people who dared to bad mouth him.

The issue of being or not obsessed with her didn't matter any longer. He needed to fix the situation.

Gently, Leona grabbed one of her hands and held it tight, and the girl looked at it in confusion, especially because Leona refused to make eye contact and just looked outside.

“I lied.” Leona simply said, and he felt Isabelle relax next to him. “I'm dealing with some issues. Just let me be for a while.”

Isabelle huffed as she intertwined their fingers. “You could’ve said so from the start, moron. Take your time, just know I'm here to listen if you need me.”

“‘kay.” He whispered, his thumb caressing her hand, as the girl got a bit closer to him, deciding to hold his hand with both of hers.

He wondered if she truly meant it, if he were to say what he truly thought of her, if she should accept him. In moments like this, Leona would let his ego aside, and pretend that they were truly in a real, loving relationship.

The guards were ordered to guide Isabelle to her room for the time they stayed there, while Leona refused his — it was his home, why would he need a bunch of guards to show him where his room was?

Almost as soon as he arrived at his room, he flopped himself onto his bed, only taking off his shirt to feel a bit more free and comfortable. Back at the same place he ran away from… he resented everytime he had to go back home. He was proud of his country, yes, but the palace carried too many memories, painful ones in fact… every hallway made him remember the servants talking about how useless he was, every dinner was a display of uplifting his brother while putting him down, every smile from Cheka showed Leona he could never be number one.

He was tired already. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe if he slept now, his brother would think he was actually tired, and let him skip dinner. It wasn't likely, but it was worth trying.

And so he did. Leona slept for hours in his room, a few servants tried to wake him up while knocking at his door but to no avail. Until, of course, Isabelle.

“Leona, wake–” She said, not caring to knock on the door but stopping midway and turning her head away from his form. “Put on a shirt, will you?”

“As far as I'm aware, this is my room.” Leona mumbled, his voice tired as he stirred in bed, his tail getting closer to him. “Could’ve knocked.”

“If I knocked you wouldn't have let me in.” She made a point and sighed, deciding to turn to him again despite her embarrassment. She walked close to him, hands on her hips. “Come on, dinner’s about to be served.”

“Then tell them I was too tired to show up.” He frowned slightly, his eyes still closed as he turned away from her. “Let me be.”

Isabelle sighed, scratching her head, unsure of what to do. “Cheka will miss you, he’s been talking about you all day.”

No response.

“Come on now, I can't show up without you and you know that! Stop being like this.”

Once again, no response.

Isabelle puffed out her cheeks in annoyance as she decided to take a look around his room. It was cleaner than she thought, but then again, of course it would be, the servants had time to clean his room without the giant cat to mess everything up. The bookshelf caught her attention, as she walked towards it she saw a few books she had never read before, a lot of them weren't fiction, but rather about topics too advanced even for NRC or RSA. She reached out for one book, opening it with curiosity.

“I had no idea you had an interest in geology.” Isabelle said, sitting at the end of his bed as she continued to read. “I guess there's a lot of stuff I still don't know about you.”

Leona sighed, finally sitting up as he scratched his head. Isabelle kept her eyes on the book, scared her gaze would betray her once she looked at him. “I guess."

He finally opened his eyes, and blinked a few times to be sure he wasn't seeing things. Right there in front of him, was Isabelle, half of her hair tied up in a bun as the rest was free, her clothes were from Sunset Savannah, no doubt, and they seemed to fit her perfectly, almost as if they belonged to her. His quietness made Isabelle curious, so despite her embarrassment, she looked up to him, lifting an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Where’d you get that?"

“Oh.” She looked at herself, her face pink as she let out a small smile, happy he noticed. “Your sister-in-law, she said she bought this for me a while ago, had it custom made too.” She closed the book, touching the fabric of her dress. “It's beautiful and very well made. She's incredibly kind.” Leona just hummed, unable to keep from staring at her. He rested his head on his hand as he looked, his eyes going all the way from her toes to her head, making Isabelle even more embarrassed. “Why are you staring? Does it look weird?”

“In a way.” He watched amused as Isabelle made a pout, a sigh escaping her as she looked at the ground with disappointment. “But it suits you.”

Isabelle looked at him, unsure if she should take it as a compliment, but his reaction didn't seem to express anything other than intrigue. He kept looking at her, his eyes couldn't drift away from her as his irises got bigger, reminding her slightly of a cat. His tail moving a bit as he watched her, a smile slowly creeping on his face. She was beautiful. And she was wearing his country’s clothes.

Fine. Maybe Ruggie was right… he was a bit obsessed with his own fiancée.

Leona heard steps outside his room and groaned in annoyance. He knew it was probably a servant trying to call him for dinner since Isabelle didn't seem to have success– wait.

Isabelle was in his room. For a longer time than it was expected. He was shirtless.

He smirked, an idea popping in his head.

“Why do you have that weird smile on your face?” Isabelle asked, looking at him suspiciously. Leona simply let out a chuckle, getting up and standing in front of her, the girl look even more confused. “What are y–”

Before she could continue, her back was already resting on his bed, Leona on top of her as he watched her face grow red and her eyebrows furrow. He couldn't help but chuckle as he nuzzled his face in her neck and Isabelle complained, but still made no effort to try and get him off of her.

Then, the door was opened.

“Your highness, dinner is– oh goodness!” The servant quickly closed the door as Leona laughed against Isabelle's skin, the girl getting unbelievably red and perplexed upon realizing his plan. “I-I’ll tell His Majesty that you're busy at the moment. Forgive my intrusion.”

Leona finally relaxed, the weight of his entire body falling onto Isabelle who complained once more. Upon realizing he wasn't moving she simply sighed.

“So you were just using me to run away from dinner huh?”

“What? Are you disappointed?” He asked, his breath on her neck as she shivered and moved her face away from his.

“Not exactly. Just annoyed you used me for your own personal gain.” She tried to explain, where Leona was laying down he could feel her heartbeat, and it was increasing with every passing second. He smiled.

She was nervous.

“If you wanted me to lay you in bed–”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence.” She finally looked at him, a glare on her face and he laughed. Leona's hand moved to Isabella's face, his thumb making circular motions as her cheeks went pink. It was then that he realized how unbelievably close she was.

“Hey, mouse.” He started, eyes never looking away from hers. “I'm gonna do something, and if you don't want me to, I'm giving you the freedom to push me away.” he quickly looked at her lips, enchanted by her, and she seemed to freeze upon realizing what he meant.

He got closer to her, his nose brushing against hers and his lips hovering just above hers. He was about to do it, to kiss her right there without a care for what this meant about his own feelings for her and–

Her phone rang. She pushed him away and got up.

“I-I’m– there's– I-I have to answer it– you know, my father he– I-I’ll go.” With that, Isabelle quickly walked out of his room, leaving Leona by himself, his back laying on his own bed.

And he laughed.

Her eyes… Leona might be a predator, based on his lion features, but he was so sure that Isabelle was the one fitting that role at that moment. Bewitching him and making him do crazy things. Making him quite obsessed with her and her presence.

He couldn't help but want more.

#💌! isabelle #💌! leobelle #twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x oc #twst oc #anyways #this is uh #a bit embassing to post #i will uh #run away #bye #💌! mah writes

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queen-shiba · 1 month

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The Ghost of the Savanna: part 1

Prologue

@killersweetie @duskymrel @loser-jpg

Three years... It had been three years since Ifeatu's death. The second prince hadn't been himself since that day. Since he found her corpse after searching high and low from dawn til dusk. The look of terror and the realization that she'd never escape had been etched onto her expression, and he'd never forget it no matter how much he drank.

His body ached now... The Irises brushed at his cheek; a kiss from his Iris, he'd hope. Before coming to the field in which they'd fallen in love, Leona had gotten wasted, drinking wine until his sense of reality was as warped as Ife's. In his drunken state, he'd sworn he saw his deceased lover. That she had kissed him... begged him to rejoin her in heaven. What a foolish fantasy the alcohol gave him.

Perhaps he drank too much for his own good. His heart ached, desperate to turn back time and save her. Why had I been so foolish...? He'd wonder. He should have taken more care. He shouldn't have let her go back to them! They brought her pain! Nothing but pain, and now she was dead because of them... and his failure to keep her from them.

Leona blamed himself, and he tried to listen to his mama when she said it wasn't his fault, but it hurt so much. The thought that he could have prevented it made it worse. He was a worthless mate. Good for nothing and useless. What sort of man can't even protect his woman?

His dark thoughts seemed to bring about a thick mist. As it covered the field of Irises, Leona's mind became fogged. He felt light... Weightless... As if he could fly now..

Then he heard it...

"Leona..."

It was her... Ifeatu was suddenly standing over his form, lying in the field. She was hardly visible. It seemed as though her form would not hold.

"Iris..." He reached out to her, her cold hands taking his. It send a shudder down his spine, as if touching her had put him in a trance, the green of his eyes fading. They rolled back, his body stiffening and convulsing at the presence of the spirit in front of him. The cold was overwhelming. Mist fell from his mouth as he seemed to struggle to withstand it.

His hand remained outstretched to his lover even as his back arched.

"You'll come back to me, won't you...?" The spirit practically begged, reaching down and cupping his face, "Come stay with me...?"

Leona could hardly respond, the effects to great. He didn't want to die... but she made it oh so enticing, lifting the weight off him so easily.

"You will be happier with me... No more pain... No more expectations..."

His body twitched, the ache in his heart only becoming more intense. The desire to reunite with his mate, strong.

"No more pain..." He muttered, his mind clouded, "With... Iris..."

"Yes, you understand...!" She praised, sending Leona into a downward spiral. A pit of darkness. Suddenly, it was the dark waves of the ocean he craved. The desire to get lost in them... To drown... He wanted nothing more than to swim with the fish. To be lost to the ocean's watery depths, never to be seen again.

How could he not desire it? For it was how his precious mate left, "Find me at the docs... There, we shall be together again..."

Cold arms wrapped around him body, pulling him into a sit up position. Her kiss felt hypnotic... Leona's body began to shake as he returned the kiss, their lips locking.

He felt her fingers running through his hair, pressing him further against her.

Then, it went away, leaving his body warm. Ife stood, pulling Leona up as well, "Come... Come join me in paradise..." She urged him.

Leona stood slowly, staggering. He began to make his way out of the field, his possessed body being stopped by another, shaken out of its daze rather violently...

The heat returned to his body so fast, it made him pass out.

Falena was sure to catch him, eyeing his little brother with concern. His flesh had been so cold to the touch... He was muttering...

"What happened to you...?"

When Leona came to, he was in the palace infirmary, laid in bed. He hardly felt any better, his newfound desire to die by drowning faint in his thoughts.

He'd seen Ife... She missed him... Wanted him to join her--

Leona cut his thoughts short, "I am such a damn fool..." He chuckled almost hysterically, his forehead resting on his palm. Ifeatu was dead. She couldn't miss him or want anything from him.

He was delusional, he knew that now. Oh, how he wished he could embrace her... The love of his life... Kiss her...

But times have changed. There was no changing that...

And there were no ghosts in the savanna to tell him otherwise...

To be Continued...

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souslesetoilesavectoi · 10 months

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Princess Herbivore

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ For @siphoklansan~ (I’m healthy so I need to attack people again) Best of luck on your exam(s?)!!!!!

(Note: This is Siphok's hand, of course~!!!!)

Lighting free version under cut

#I would’ve done more of her but I’m lazy~~~~~~ ( I was a bit lazy with the rendering as well so I may edit it when I get up but!!!!)#But I also liked leaving more of it to one's imagination~!!!#twisted wonderland #twst fanart #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst oc x canon #leona kingscholar x oc #leona kingscholar x yuu #twst yuu #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar fanart #✦sous draws✦

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yoha-oa-art · 10 months

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It took me a while but i finally did @ashipiko ‘s 1 minute kiss challenge ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ

Fyi leona wins :⁠-⁠)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted oc #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x oc #leona kingscholar x mc #lipstick challenge

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queenscholar · 10 months

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Need

fic written by me and art commissioned to kim on twitter

Passion is a passing thing, it could go as quickly as it lit. Accidental chemistry would only lead you as far as a short term sweet summer fling. Lust is a liar, it’s a short lived fire clouding our head with smoke. Take it all out, all left would be one answer, an unchanging one. Love, the answer is love and it’s only reserved for one person, Leona Kingscholar.

It’s a secret she never dared to uncover, but when it came to Leona Kingscholar, Patricia Venenum couldn’t help but be hopeless like a weak willed person, breathless whenever he was in her presence, loins burning each time he entered the room. She was a young maiden in love, helpless to his advances, slowly burning with desires as heat fighting it urged to run deep on her cheek with every thought popped up inside her head.

Like air, she needed him to breathe or else she would suffocate. He was a need, a necessary for her to live though she never would say it upfront. If only Leona knew how he had become a necessity for her, Patricia hoped he never uncovered it. Let it be the tiny little secret she kept, until she could slowly let him go (A lie, she would never, she couldn’t, she wasn’t capable of). Leona Kingscholar and her, Patricia Venenum and him, they weren’t that burning fast love, they were the thousand candle lights burning for eternity which not even wind could blow it up.

Instead of ‘I love you’, the uttered three words were “I miss you.” on the three seconds phone call before the boy dropped everything to come running to her doorstep. Addiction was a bad thing, though it was too late for Patricia as she was already addicted to him, the prince who grumbled yet teasing as his sleep was cut short.

She wanted him badly, more than anything. Yet the deal was never sealed (because of her own want) making fear of intrusive thoughts that someone else caught the breath addictive smoke of cigars she never put out. To keep him, all she could do was make him come around, which he always obliged as his feelings run deep for her (despite the grumblings). Patricia knew that well of his feelings, yet fear was something else indeed. In the middle of the night like this, she was scared he was getting tired (he was tired) and a nightmarish thought seeped in, him wrapping his arms around another and forgot about her.

The one thing Leona Kingscholar wanted to hear was ‘I love you’ to escape past her lips. She replaced it with the kiss as she greeted him on her doorstep, she hoped it would satiate him for now, to replace those I love yous she couldn’t utter outrightly. To him it was never enough, but it didn’t mean those kisses were unwelcomed as he kissed her back, closing the door behind him.

No matter how many times they kissed, the touch of his lips always felt like something new. It’s a need, to have him secured, wrapped around the tight longing embrace of her desires. She was caught up in her feelings, one wrong move and she would give it up, everything she had for Leona, to be with him once and for all. Though she was stubborn as she was smart, desperately trying to rationalise her feelings for him, which she failed time and time again.

Oh, if only Leona Kingscholar knew. All he needed to say at that moment was “I won’t let you go.” to seal the deal once and for all. She wouldn’t leave him (like she could?), she was hopeless for him after all. Especially with his touch, with his hold, the only thing he needed to say were those three words she didn’t allow him to find out. In a matter of seconds if those words were to escape past his lips, she would go anywhere that he led like a spineless little lamb. Even if it was to the end of the world or following his secret heart burning desires, that was how much the actual hold Leona Kingscholar had over her. Whenever Leona Kingscholar strayed, Patricia Venenum would follow.

As their lips parted breathlessly before continuing in a matter of seconds to consume the wishing, longing they had no matter how little they spent their seconds apart from each other. Truth was all she needed was him, all she needed was the confirmation he was hers forever, even if she couldn’t say the same outloud. It’s essential to her, to know and to have Leona Kingscholar loving her more than anything, more than just mere yearning, wishing and longing. To have Leona Kingscholar under her spell forever, what an egoist little prick but she couldn’t help it. After all, it was a need to have Leona Kingscholar in love with her, drowning in her every single day as she was drowning in him.

#leopat🦁🖋#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #leona kingscholar x oc #twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #aint a yuusona just to clarify #to whomever see this post i dont think anyone will see it tho

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crybaby-writings · 1 month

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the orange peel theory leona x ash

• lowercase on purpose, probably cringe, don't say anything if i accidentally wrote him ooc because i'll cry because i haven't written in so fucking long and im so fucking nervous, end is probably shit but oh well

"hey, leona? can you peel this orange for me?" the question was asked nearly simultaneously with a smaller hand dangling the round fruit in front of leona's face. he looked up from his sandwich, rolling his eyes as ash sat sideways in the seat beside him. "please?" leona takes the fruit and discards it to the space on the table on the other side of him before speaking. "no, I'm not peeling an orange for you." he states, taking another bite of his sandwich as ash's shoulders drop.

"why not?" they ask, frowning at the fruit abandoned on the table by their partner. from a bit further down the table ruggie speaks, trying to instigate leona into answering. "yeah leona, why not?" leona ignores ruggie and instead turns to ash. "you hate oranges. they make you gag, and you can't stand the texture of them." he answers, shrugging his shoulders. ash freezes, their face falling into their hand as their face flushes. "yeah, I guess I didn't think about that.."

with a grin, leona turns back to his food. "yeah, I guess you didn't." he responds smugly, leaning back in his chair. ash leans their forehead against his shoulder as he then peels the orange and eats it silently. shortly following the end of his meal he turns his head, leaning near ash's ear before speaking. "if you want, I'll cut up one of those sour apples you like that we got at the market last week." he offers, making ash nod gently, smiling at his words.

#♤— ash tries #♡— self shipping #leona kingscholar #leona x ash #twisted wonderland #twst #leona x oc #leona kingscholar x oc #☆— ash writes

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theplatinumcritter · 8 months

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If you ship your OC/Yuusona with Leona you are legally required to imagine the Can You Feel The Love Tonight sequence between Leona and said OC/Yuusona I do not make the rules

#leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x mc #leona kingscholar x yuu #leona kingscholar x oc #twisted wonderland #gained a new interest #and this shall be my first post cause my brain is yelling at me #why can't I ANIMATE????

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midnightmah07 · 3 months

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Felt like doing a small leobelle comic

🏷️: @shinysparklesapphires @lowcallyfruity @emotiandon @viilpstick @mhedusard @xxoomiii @ameleii @cecilebutcher @justm3di0cr3 (if anyone wishes to be added to my tag list everytime I post my art, just let me know!)

#💙! mah's art #twisted wonderland #oc x canon #twst #twisted oc #oc art #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x oc #art #fanart #sketch #💙! isabelle #💙! leobelle

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nuitthegoddess · 7 months

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Aliah DeRosiers!!

A princess from another kingdom in an arrange marriage with Leona Kingscholar!! 🌹🦁

#YES YALL SHE IS BACK WITH A BETTER DESIGN I GAVE HER AAAAA #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Aliah DeRosiers #twst enchanted rose #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #beauty and the beast #Leona Kingscholar x oc

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dajana-m · 1 year

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Hands

Ever since his overblot Leona had taken to wearing his gloves more and more. Even during his spelldrive practice where he usually took them off. The whispers and avoidance of the student body reminded him so much of the servants in the Sunset Savannah, and he hated it, no, he despised it.

He avoided touching anyone, Ruggie and the Prefect especially, considering they took the brunt of the King's Roar. Which is why he slowly backed up when said Prefect came stalking towards him with a burning gaze in her eyes before stopping himself. He deserved whatever punishment she decided to dish out to him. Her already scarred skin now had more scars that she probably didn't appreciate.

She held out her hand as if waiting for something. Ah, he thought, she must want to scar him as well. He's seen what she was capable of, it was unsettling to say the least, but he doesn't really have a place to talk does he?

"Your hand Leona." Huh? He reluctantly gave her his hand and braced internally for the worst. He stared in astonishment - as well as the surrounding students - as she removed his gloves and intertwined their fingers together while looking awfully proud of herself.

"You see this Leona? I'm holding your hand and I'm completely fine, no sand and no skin cracking. You want to know why? It's because you don't want to hurt me."

He stayed silent as he pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop the tears from flowing. All the stares and ridicule didn't seem to matter anymore, no, all that mattered was the sharp forest gaze this woman before him directed into his own eyes. Her eyes held no fear, no disgust, and certainly no malice.

"You aren't a monster, you'll never be a monster and whoever says otherwise is but a fool blinded by their own fear."

Leona cried.

Heavily inspired by this post

© 2023 @dajana-m & @the-dumber-scaramouche | did you know that not plagiarizing other people's works and claiming them as your own is completely free and saves both parties a lot of trouble? Which means no reposting, no translating and NO COPYING.

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#leona kingscholar x oc #leona kingscholar #leona #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona kinscholar #twst leona kingscholar #oc x canon #meona #leodea #medea domnhall

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fumikomiyasaki · 4 months

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Art trade for @yaamatic

Similar to you I also shared both versions but I did have fun with this... its like the 4th time I drew Leona probably... so I do hope you like it. He leaned a bit down given the height difference XD I thank you so much for doing this trade with me... it made me very happy especially you are such a good artist so even after this trade I will follow your art with curiousity as a fan as well.^^

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #disney twst #twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #leona kingscholar #savannaclaw #leona kingscholar x oc #leona x oc

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queen-shiba · 4 months

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The Dark Room

An Ifeatu short story (reblogs appreciated)

@killersweetie @ameleii @sakka-kyuu @loser-jpg @duskymrel @h3apm3ch4n151m @maythearo @feliciadraws @seraphni @starplatnium029 @cynthinesia @blackopals-world

It was dark...

Everything hurt.. The princess refused to open her eyes or turn on a single light.

Not a window would be opened, and no curtain would shed the sun or the moon's beams.

Her body ached. Her stomach, most certainly.

The servants had brought food, but she didn't want it. Ifeatu knew none of them wanted to feed a white lion. No one wanted to care for an unstable princess..

Who wouldn't try to poison the palace ghost?

There were voices... None that she knew.. She dared not open her eyes, to see the horrors lying in wait to devour her if she did open them.

Why had she been locked in her own room again? Ife couldn't remember.

All she knew was at times she heard muttering outside her room door.

"Surely we don't have to feed her today? We have more important matters to handle."

"I agree, but... The king and queen desire she remain alive. To avoid a riot.."

Who would riot over her...?

Why would anyone care about Ife?

Slowly, Ife moved to her door, her feet moving over papers with drawings of all the scary things she saw. Paragraphs of the horrible thoughts she had... Or what she thought might be happening.

Evidence of how deluded she'd become overtime, untreated.

She pressed her ear against the door, listening out for anyone who might come. Maybe to open the door and let her out?

"Mama..." Her claws ran down the wood, subconsciously, begging for an escape, "Mama....!"

She kept calling for the woman who suggested she be left in that room. The woman who looked at her own firstborn in horror when she saw her.

Her silver eyes opened, white lashes wet with tears.

"Please, Mama...! I.. won't do it again..!" She couldn't remember what she did, but it had been days...

With her eyes open, she saw monsters and apparitions, all aiming to eat her alive. Tear her apart limb from limb for sins she couldn't remember.

She was only nine... Why would they want her..?

The pills... The pills that the doctor gave her would make them go away! One for each monster! They'd be all gone!

Quickly, Ife ran by them, opening hr cupboard.

A disheveled woman with a head... No, an antelope skull for a head, ran after her..

Her pale skin, wrinkly, the eyes seeping out of the skull like blood...

In a hurry, Ife downed every last pill... All her medication...

She felt odd....

Her body... It...

Something was coming up... The world was so blurry... The monsters were gone...

Why were her hands shaking..?

She leaned over on her vanity, her mouth falling open.

She vomited, collapsing into the mess. Her white dress was tarnished. Her mother and father would be angry. Her nanny would be angry.

Even worse... She'd broken her vanity...

It was fragile, her nanny had said. Don't break it, her mother had said.

All her worries and thoughts faded in and out. Why couldn't she move?

Her muscles hurt... Her eyes rolled back, she swore there were more monsters in her own skull.

What had she done wrong!? She was frothing at the mouth...

Faint sounds rang in her ear.

The door...

"--- in the world did this---"

"--- overdosed---"

"-- infirmary immediately!"

Everything blacked out after those words...

When she woke up, she was in the infirmary.

Her clothes had been changed...

What a bad child she was.. She'd inconvenienced everyone around her. Why had she done that? Maybe she should have let the monsters get her.

She shouldn't have called for her mama.

How foolish, Ife was...

Quickly, she left the infirmary, nearly falling over. She ran right to the garden, hiding amongst the white spider lilies. The only flowers she was allowed near.

Ife was shaking... She felt cold... Hungry, still... Even more so, thirsty..

"Ife!!" A familiar voice called to her.

She didn't look away from the flowers, flinching lightly when familiar arms wrapped around her.

Leona...

The prince who had befriended her. Treated her like am equal...

"Why are you out here!? You should be in the infirmary!"

"Monsters... Monsters everywhere..." She mumbled, still shaking, "They wanna eat me.."

At those words, Leona understood, now wasn't the time to talk. He hugged her tighter, trying to let her know he was there, hoping she'd notice his presence.

Sometimes she didn't and it worried him... She'd become detatched... He wanted to help his friend.

"I'm right here, Ife. No monster is gonna eat you.." He soothed, rubbing her hand with his thumb.

He hated her family... how they treated her... How they had stripped her of her birthright the moment they saw her, and gave life to a replacement.

Leona wanted to bring her home with him, but alas, they were only nine. He couldn't help... and her family wouldn't let her leave these palace walls without a fight..

The End!

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