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lynnie-ee · 2 years

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Hello hello!,I love your writing and was hoping to request a lil floyd leech x gender neutral reader oneshot?,where he realizes he has a crush and tries to figure out how to ask his crush out?

╰┈➤"A weird sensation of hunger has taken over Floyd, and with the help of Jade and a bag of chips, he might discover the cure."

╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 1.3k words.

╰►Note: Thank u for requesting! 💫. English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake <3.

╰►Masterlist.

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"Jadeee, I think I'm hungry."

"... Care to elaborate?"

"I have had a weird feeling ever since yesterday, so I'm probably hungry. Can you get me something? I'm tireeed."

"We ate lunch ten minutes ago."

Jade quickly discarded his brother's comment, as he seemed to find a cereal bar in his pockets a few seconds after they spoke. He thought it was a mere small complaint that was now satisfied.

"Heyyy bro, I think I'm still hungry."

He was wrong.

After that day, the second-year student complained about his hunger every two minutes, no matter where he was.

At class, at the cafeteria, in the middle of his shift at the Mostro Lounge, and Jade could have sworn he heard him mumble about it in his sleep.

“Are you sure you’re just hungry?” Questioned the Octavinelle vicehousewarden, while he folded his clothes, as Floyd was laying on his bed on the other side of the room, with a frown on his face.

“Of course it is, why else would I feel that weird thing on my stomach and face? Sounds like I should go buy some takoyaki. Maybe Azul would want to join me, hehe.”

“On your face, you say? Do you think that’s normal when you feel hungry?”

“I mean, it never happened to me before, but I guess it’s because I’m really really hungry or something.” He replied with a relaxed voice.

“… Don’t you think it has something to do with the fact that almost every time you complain about wanting food, the prefect of Ramshackle is near you?”

The other twin remained silent for a few seconds, as he reflected on his brother’s question.

“Uhm, I don’t think so. Besides that I like them, I guess.”

“You mean, romantically?”

“Yup.”

Jade stared at his brother with an amused smile, and then chuckled, not really surprised at his sudden confession.

“Since when, may I ask?”

“Dunno, but I realized a few seconds ago, so thanks, bro.”

“You’re welcome, Floyd, but please confess to them before you spend all your money on snacks, if you can.”

“I’ll try, bro.”

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“Aw, this one sucks, shoulda bought the pizza-flavored chips.”

The second-year eel complained with a frown on his face, as he was laying in the middle of the sports field, a bag of potato chips in his hands. It has been a couple of days since his chat with Jade, and he still didn’t know how to confess to his dear Shrimpy. He just wanted for them to get together without having to investigate human courting, as his brother suggested to him.

It sounded boring, but he understood the prefect might feel better with a familiar approach for them, instead of the traditions Floyd learned ever since he was little.

"Hmm, I think I saw someone give flowers to his partner a while ago, maybe if I give them a bouquet of dandelions? Maybe no, Sharksucker might want to eat it, humpf."

"Floyd?"

Even though his eyes were fixed on the sky above him, he could easily recognize the voice that called his name, his mind quickly imagining their curious gaze at him even when he didn't actually turn his eyes towards them.

"Shrimpy~Come here, do you want chips?" He lazily extended the bag in their direction, and the prefect was able to spot an amused smile on his face.

"Sure."

(Y/n) sat next to him, without questioning further about why was he lying in the middle of the field when he was supposed to be at the cafeteria, as it was lunch break. It was fine, either way, they also didn't want to explain why they were walking in the middle of the field when they were supposed to be at the cafeteria. Definitely not because they were looking for him, of course.

"You've been pretty busy at Mostro Lounge lately, haven't you?" The prefect asked, as they picked a few chips from the bag.

"Yeah, Azul has been making me work extra hours to pay for all the food I eat in my shifts."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Because I got hungry, duh."

"Makes sense." They shrugged off the comment, as they ate one of the chips. "These are awful, the pizza-flavored ones we ate yesterday were a lot better."

"I was thinking the same, but they're more expensive now and Jade says I shouldn't spend so much money if I want to get out of my extra shifts." He pouted, suddenly getting up from the grass to sit properly, looking at (Y/n), who smiled fondly at him. "I think we should date, y'know? I like you a lot, Shrimpy."

"Sorry?!"

The prefect widened eyes gazed into the relaxed ones of the eel, as he didn't seem bothered after such statement. Bewilderment could be read on the first-year's face, as they scanned Floyd's face in an attempt of looking for signs of it being a joke. They found nothing.

"You mean, like, being lovers?"

"Lovers, high school sweethearts, spouses, you call it. That's how humans address each other romantically here, right?"

"Yeah..." They tried to speak through their bashful state, as they felt their cheeks being warmer than usual. "It's just that...I didn't expect you to confess so suddenly."

"I just felt like it, it's better if I get it out of my system fast, I guess."

Well, maybe the prefect should have expected a confession of that kind, now that they thought about it.

"But what do you say? Wanna be my partner? I promise to squeeze you carefully, and to buy you chips as soon as Azul pays me~."

(Y/n) laughed nervously, not knowing immediately how to answer. The expectant eyes of Floyd were kind of hypnotizing as they silently hurried them up to speak.

But his entire expression gave them a different feeling, a sensation of honesty and fondness they didn't see before on his face, as they never dared to look at him for too long due to shyness. He looked so adorable, so genuine at that moment, the prefect couldn't help but want to see him more often in that state.

To be able to admire his features as he smiled, when he got bored, when he felt relaxed, when he was angry, when he was comfortable, when he was being himself.

Most of the students of NRC found the demonstration of his moods scary, as they said he was unpredictable and intimidating, but (Y/n) knew he was just being honest. Not a single trace of falsehood was spotted in his voice as he proclaimed his intentions of being lovers.

"Of course. As long as you buy different chips, these ones are really bad." They pointed at the bag that now was laying on the floor, as they chuckled.

"Woohoo!"

Floyd suddenly celebrated, quickly throwing his arms around the prefect's body, in a hug that was significantly softer than his usual squeezings, but that still had enough strength to tackle them into the grass of the field.

"Careful, careful! You almost throw the chips out of the bag, don't waste your lunch in that way." The first-year laughed once again, as Floyd nuzzled his head into their neck.

"Don't worry, Shrimpy. I'm not hungry anymore."

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╰► Bonus:

"Here ya' have, a pretty dandelion for a pretty Shrimpy." Floyd extended a small flower he found nearby to the magicless student, who received it with a fond expression. "Careful not to let Sharksucker see it, though."

"Uh? Ruggie?"

"Yup."

"And why would that be?"

The eel scanned his surroundings suspiciously as if he was about to reveal a big secret.

"Seagull has told me things about him." He said whispering.

"C'mon, what did Rook tell you?"

"I'll tell you if you give me a kiss~."

"Floyd!"

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#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oneshot #disney twst #twst x you #twisted wonderland floyd #twst oneshot #twst floyd #floyd leech #octavinelle #lynnie's request #lynnie's post

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kasuallyhere · 27 days

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watched shayy stream, had to draw this chat moment lol

#I ALSO POSTED THIS IN THE DISCORD SERVER DONT COME FOR ME #undertale #undertale yellow #undertale red and yellow #undertale red & yellow #chara undertale #clover undertale yellow #ut #uty #shayy #lynnies art tag

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mayoiayasep · 17 days

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2 5 6 and 8 for hori :D

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

her love for horror movies and the fact that she drags everyone into watching them with her. like i just know she has the best time on halloween and friday the 13th

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

YKWIM by yot club....back in 2021 ish i had an au with a friend on here and he connected this song to her back then and i still think about it from time to time....

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

laughs nervously

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

looks at the camera. i know that hori's character flaws are mostly treated as a gag in the story and thus never seriously addressed but like. cosmo and wanda i wish every person who believe that hori has no serious issues gains reading comprehension immediately bc like. ngl its shown in the first chapter

#ngl i giggled answering 8 bc like. i do talk about this so often its like my charm point #inbox mail #ask game post #horimiya tag #lynnieos #also. do i have an emoji tag for you yet? if not do you want one?#lynnie 🍯

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stillresolved · 1 month

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the way i kinda want some angst (and maybe a few more partners/new dynamics) but then also feel kinda bad for wanting them 🥲

#ferre said something i hope it was dumb ( ooc. )#and ships.... :'D #esp for annie. baby girl....she deserves some love ( and also i want to see ara's reaction </3 I'M SORRY LYNNIE )#they can be fun....i just end up being SUPER picky about them :'D #either that or i get a shy about asking #although most of the muses here are taken in all technicalities....calum isn't tho (he's on a single muse blog)#maybe i'm due to finally make a promo....#anyways i have some drafts i finished today so i'll probably do a mass post when i get home tmmow <3

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mythvoiced · 1 month

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OPEN STARTER | Ji Hyun (Celebrity Verse)

"I deserve compensation: either I get 500 million or I get to shoot him. I can't think of anything fairer than that."

#;open starter #the model;hyun #the model;blood guts and angel cake;celebrity verse #YOU GUESSED IT!!!!!!!!11 CELEBRITY VERSE MAKES A SUDDEN COMEBACK #but a kpop comeback where it's not a western type beat comeback it's just a new release lmao #hyun somewhere in her 30s or exactly 30 i genuinely forgot #actually genderqueer but uses she/her primarily bc she's closeted because she works IN THE PUBLIC EYE #beauty & fashion industry primarily but trying to get into the entertainment industry but UH OH #she's a DIVA!!! people don't like her anymore DAMN #i'm yapping about in the tags as if im not posting this while grinning at ferre & lynnie about this like >:33333333333333333 #she's just like that... on your couch... why did you let her in... look at her...#she's gonna eat all your berries... and drink all your pink soda...#;queue

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ofgentleresolve · 1 year

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context: ur a friend of ara & you're meeting annie for the first time. alone.

"You're...Ara's friend?"

#( open starter. )#( annie. )#( verse: buoy in the water. )#hello!! just a tiny open one liner from me #I HAVE BEEN ITCHING TO GET ON HERE AND DO STUFF #but i had a brain fog :'D #ANYWAYS annie so....if ur black fang i'm just saying rn #right off the bat she's doesn't trust you. or like u :/#mostly bc she associates the black fang with danger and yeah ara is in it willingly #but that doesn't mean annie has to like it :/#she doesn't want her friend to get hurt </3 #hehehe lynnie i hope this is okay for me post #bc annie wanted attention fsjdlfksjf

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generic-doomsday-villain · 3 months

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hi guys ive been incredibly inactive. apologies. im very much Alive and Sane (also i finally got java mc which is cool). have some doodles of my personas (minus deathlord) from a few days ago (ppl who think lesbians can like/be men + vice-versa, proship, & endo dni)

#first ones name is the destroyer (holy shit the thing from terrar*gets shot* /nsrs) and second is lynnie btw. teehee #if you ever saw me post art of some grim reaper lookin guy whos fully void black with red eyes thats deathlord btw #he used to be called evil mcvillainson/darkstriker #ive got 3 personas and funfact i think lynnie may be the most evil out of all of them #theyre all meant to be cartoonishly evil villains without any tragic backstories who are just evil bc they can be though #another funfact lynnie is just an evil (+ younger) clone of another one of my ocs. i created her before said other oc though #i looooveee having personas who are also ocs!!!!!!!!!!!#le epic art tag #oc #persona #doodle #art #lynnie #the destroyer #personas #ocs #abnormality #<- name of the oc series lynnie is from btw

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clemencetaught · 8 months

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POST - IT NOTE ( for Jay nd then Hyuk! )

when there is no paper one must learn to adapt ( post-it note meme w/ anon, but really it's @thegreenswillcome :D )

"My apologies, Jay-ssi, I couldn’t help notice your book collection- it’s quite a variety you have there. Hyuk-ah said you wouldn’t care, but I hope it’s alright that perused a few of them while you were gone. I brought a few of my own books too, so perhaps I can interest you in a trade?

Patrick"

( Placed on Jay's book collection in Hyuk's living room. )

#open office hours ( anon. )#a question of justice ( answered. )#thegreenswillcome #the gentleman ( verse one. )#the gentleman ( answered. )#xia!!! thank you for this :DDDD #i took a page out of lynnie's book and tried my hand at this.....#the korean is definitely not accurate #but since he is in south korea probably when he talks with jay #he'd definitely be writing in it here :DD #also ripping a page out of his notebook for this?? more than likely :D #the hyurick ones i'm going to do on a separate post also!! THANKS FOR SENDING THAT ONE IN TOO <3 <3 <3

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cobwebinthecorner · 11 months

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I recently commissioned art of my D&D character Maxine! This spectacular art was crafted by the greatly talented @lynnimaybe! (please commission her she is genuinely awesome)

Lynni was super understanding, patient and considerate during the entire process. She was more than willing to draw up some minor variations on stuff like hair style and color, and different lute shapes during the character design portion; as well as taking no issue with going back and modifying and adding more small details even when the work was already practically done. Heck, she even added in details I would have never thought of that make the design even better, like the stitching on all of the leather material!

I would strongly recommend commissioning Lynni, as both this and my past experience commissioning her (my pfp) have been absolutely phenomenal. I plan on commissioning her even more in the future.

Now, onto the character herself!

Maxine (last name pending) is a Tiefling Bard/Sorcerer. She is 20 years old, with a human dad and an elven mother and a devil father. Her backstory is pretty complicated so I'm not gonna open that whole can of worms right now. This post is long as is, but maybe in the near future I'll work on writing it down and sharing it. She has the Noble background and is in the middle of traveling around looking for inspiration as a songwriter. She is proficient in the lute, piano and harp.

Maxine is Neutral Good aligned and likes to help people and cheer them up. She's known for her bubbly personality, and is very good with children.

She also canonically writes Everytime We Touch but that's not really important

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lynnieos · 5 months

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READ MY DAMN PINNED BEFORE YOU FOLLOW OMFG

Important: please tag reblog bait. Simply tagging it as "reblog bait" helps a lot so that I can filter it.

This week's header: Kanade!!!

Hi. Im Lynnie, and this is um. Bullshit blog.

I curse. I dont post NSFW but I do suggestive shit sometimes

I have an AO3, called honey_nut_lynnieos

DNI: if you're a pedo. Or a proshipper. Or like. Racist. Or pro-genocide. Or support DreamNotFound or whatever the fuck his name is. Other than that I block based on how I feel. Also if you support Israel fuck you

BYF: I am a teenager. A YOUNG teenager. So if that makes you uncomfortable than don't follow ig

This is a Fun Silly Blog, but sometimes I reblog a lot of political shit so be warned if that triggers you

Uh other than that just um. Enjoy?

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lynnie-ee · 2 years

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Phantom Bride: The proposal of a magicless prefect.

╰┈➤"The prefect of the Ramshackle dorm has grown tired of witnessing the failed proposals of her classmates, so she decided to deal with the situation by herself."

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╰►Female reader, oneshot, 1.1k words.

╰►Note: First post here 💫. English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake <3.

╰►Masterlist. (requests open)

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“Utterly disastrous ”

The prefect of the Ramshackle could only sigh as she observed how the so-called capable students went into the cafeteria in order to conquer the heart of the ghost bride, Eliza.

At first, she thought the entire situation was going to be quickly solved, as her classmates were motivated (as always) by rivalry and selfishness. However, as soon as (Y/n) heard proposal after proposal, her hopes went significantly down.

Either way, it would be a lie to say that she didn’t felt amused as the bride slapped every suitor that stepped into the room. Eliza shut down the proposal of housewardens, vicehousewardens and a bunch of people who constantly mocked her for being a magicless student. Oh, how delightful was to see their pride being throw over the window.

Still, the prefect wondered how hopeless they could be. Every single proposal sounded so stiff and lacking of sincerity, she even started to feel sorry for whoever that would be the romantic partner of those irremediable creatures called men.

So, she decided to solve the issue by herself.

As soon as the remaining students stepped out of the school to come up with another strategy, (Y/n) stood firmly in the middle of her classmates, and with a sudden rush of confidence said,

“I have a plan.”

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“Great Sevens, I know I haven’t been a top tier person, but I know for sure I don’t deserve to go to the afterlife without seeing the next concert of Precipice Moirai…” Idia mumbled as the preparations for his wedding kept going around him. “At least give me a worthy heroine to save me instead of these normies, agh…” He groaned to himself.

“You know we’re right next to you, right?” Commented Trey, earning a scared glare from Idia, who, in fact, forgot he wasn’t alone, too buried in his own lament.

“Idia, my love, I see your perturbed expression! I’m so sorry that I had to leave your side for a minute, you must so impatient for our wedding.” Eliza appeared once again in the room, hurrying her steps to comeback to her spot next to the groom.

The blue haired housewarden could only let a panicked cry, silently coming back to his mental goodbye speech for every game and figurine that resided in his bedroom, continuing to lament every performance that he would miss from his favorite idol groups, to regret all those mangas he said he would buy later…

However, in the middle of his monologue, he was interrupted by the loud sound of the doors of the cafeteria being abruptly opened, which was followed by the melody of trumpets (although it seemed to come from a speaker, rather than an actual instrument).

Everyone in the room fixed their gazes on the source of such scandalous arrival, encountering the figure of a magnificent white horse, escorted by Riddle and Epel in the front, while Rook and Ace remained in the back of the group.

The biggest shock out of the entrance? The person who was ridding the horse.

The great prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, looking particularly sublime while wearing the most magnificent tuxedo suit they could find, which complemented perfectly each beautiful feature that she had. Her eyes looking as shiny as the jewels that adorned her clothes and hands, matching exceptionally the bouquet of flowers that she held.

“Your Highness” Saluted Riddle, bowing slightly his head towards the ghost. “I present you to Princess (Y/n), the most admirable and outstanding member of Night Raven College, who has come to present you her wishes of courting you” Introduced politely the housewarden, as Rook helped the prefect to get down of the horse.

Eliza’s expression looked amazed as (Y/n) approached her, confidence and determination radiating from her gaze, as she softly took on the bride’s hands, laying the most delicate kiss she could on it. Then, placing the bouquet of flowers in the ghost’s possession, carefully keeping eye contact with the princess.

“My Lady, how pleasant is for me to be able to contemplate your beauty with my own eyes.” The prefect praised, performing with the most genuine smile she could draw on her face. “I’m aware that I have arrived a bit late, and that I might not be fitting of your expectations for a partner, but I just couldn’t give up the chance of express my adoration for you”.

“Not only you’re late, but I see you ignore my soon-to-be-husband, he’s right here!” Eliza quickly snapped out of her initial surprise, as Idia stood next to her, his eyes screaming ‘please take me out of here’ at the magicless student.

“I can assure that I don’t, princess. But I want to demonstrate you how perplexed I have been left by your mere presence, I’m in awe ever since I first saw you, and I can’t let you marry him without trying to capture your heart myself.” (Y/n) proclaimed proudly, trying her best not to forget every word that Rook suggested her to use.

“…I’ll give you a minute, just because I’m feeling benevolent”.

“It’ll be enough, my Lady.”

“Would you believe how long I’ve waited~? I’ve waited for so very long! For a glimpse of that tender smile...From youuuuu~!”

Sang the ghost, in the same way she did with the previous suitors, immediately noticing how the so-called princess (Y/n) didn’t follow her melody, and remained silent, watching her carefully. “How dare you to come here just to ignore my song! Haven’t you been taught of the courting rituals of a princess?!”

“…I apologize, Your Highness.” The prefect bowed her head in an apologetic manner. “But I have never heard such magnificent voice before, you have left me tongue-tied with the sweetness of your tune.” She smiled modestly, as the bride blushed slightly in reaction to her words.

Rook silently praised the words of his student, what a magnifique demonstration of devotion.

“I-It’s alright, Lady (Y/n)…” Answered Eliza, switching her gaze between the sweet suitor in front of her and the blue haired man that remained watching in silence how the student from Ramshackle tried to steal his position as the groom (not that he complained, though). “But you must understand that the time for my wedding is getting closer, so I ask you directly: What is your motive to ask my hand in marriage?”

The prefect sighed profusely in a dramatic way, as she fixed her suit, closing her eyes momentarily to prepare herself for the most demanding part of her performance of the night.

“Princess Eliza… As soon as I heard your story, the way you spent so many years looking for someone that could genuinely love you, I felt touched by your dedication and patience. Everybody could believe that after all these years, you would a bitter and tired bride, yet you remain as hopeful and kind as you can”.

The rest of the students could only roll their eyes as (Y/n) described the great kindness of the bride, the slaps on their faces aching slightly once again.

“You deserve nothing but true and sincere love, to be with a person that respects you and understands how precious you are.” She continued, looking for a second at one of the ghosts in the back, who looked at the bride with melancholy. “A perfect prince might not exist out there for you, but with the enough loyalty and trust, you'll forget about any ideal you had before.” The magicless woman kneeled down to the expectant bride. “So, my dear Princess Eliza, will you let me have the privilege of marrying you?”

The room stayed silent for a few seconds, with the spectators listening in eager awaiting to be released from the spell, as the ghost looked at the prefect with wide eyes and a crimson tone adorned her cheeks.

"What do you think about this, dear?" Eliza suddenly turned to Idia, who seemed a bit more relaxed after the declaration of the Ramshackle member.

"That was cool, I bet that if we were in a otome game, the affinity bar would have went like, a 20% up, y'know?"

"..."

An awkward ambient was set after the Ignihyde student's words, which was broken by the prefect clearing her throat to attract Eliza's attention to her. The bride looked at the prefect again, analysing her expression as if she was considering her options.

"...I accept your proposal, Lady (Y/n)!"

The declaration was loud and clear as the ghost threw herself at the arms of the human student, who reacted quick enough to catch her, feeling immediate relieve at the positive result of her plan.

Now she just had to put the ring on Eliza's finger.

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"Just another day of saving everyone here at Twisted Wonderland".

The prefect thought, as she bid goodbye to Eliza and her now husband, along with the rest of the ghosts.

(Y/n) was glad to have been able to solve everything in the best way possible, even if it implied that she was left planted at the altar. Either way, she wasn't ready to get married yet, it was alright.

As soon as the room was left with nothing but students from the school, the prefect dramatically took the bouquet she brought with her, turning to the direction were her released classmates stood.

"And that's how you ask a woman to marry you. Y'all could learn one or two things from me, suckers."

(Y/n) smirked proudly of her work, throwing the bouquet at them as she walked with Grim out of the cafeteria, ready to go to her dorm and finally rest without ghosts invading her home.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oneshot #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x you #twst oneshot #twst idia #twst reader insert #disney twst #lynnie's post

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insomniac-shado · 5 months

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My sky oc :33

For once its not creepypasta GASP

thisll probably be the only non creep art post for another few months 💀

But yeaaa this is Lynnie :D

#sky #sky cotl #sky cotl fanart #sky cotl oc #sky children of light #sky children of the light #sky children fanart #skykid #skykid fanart #skid #idek #what to tag this #lmao

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hymnoire · 11 days

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@stillresolved sent :

“You’re going to the gala wearing that?” Not that Gaya has terrible taste in fashion, but well, it’s always been a bit on the conservative side for Aeri’s taste. A bit similar to Deva’s style, actually. Huffing, she drags her cousin by the hand into the walk-in closet. It’s a good thing they’re around the same size. “If this was court or a Ralph Lauren event, you’d blend in just fine, whatever. But this is a Givenchy gala– I thought Kang Gaya would be bolder than wearing just a black dress. ( hi lynnie, remember when i posted an inbox call....well here we are, start with some good old cousin interactions...and aeri roasts gaya's fashion sense in the meanwhile :'DDD )

"Excuse me Aeri Kang, are you shaming me? Society doesn't make designers anymore it seems, but dictators. This dress looks fabulous on me." Gaya speaks, crossing her arms at Aeri's remark. The heiress cannot be entirely offended yet she still is a bit. Aeri Kang is the reference when it comes to fashion and style in the family, her advice is usually gold even though it means admitting her outfits are the way her cousin describes : conservative. "Come ooon!" Gaya huffs and rolls her eyes as Aeri grabs her by the arm dragging her the walk in closet. Quite immediatly Gaya's eyes wander on the dresses here, with - she must admit - a little more personality than her entirely black and strict wardrobe. She finally uncrosses her arms admitting defeat. "Okay fine. Tell me what you got for me. Just, no yellow, it makes me look too friendly."

#龍 : 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚. / the heiress.#龍 : 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚. / interactions.#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING FERRE I FORGOT I LIKED UR CALL I LIKE ALL YOUR THINGS HAHA LOVE U

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i-kyujin · 4 months

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hii may ik why half of the mbs got deleted

hi!! sorry we (rina and lynnie) haven't been discussing on why half our posts are gone, but basically our original account had gotten archived for no reason, (this is our new one) and now we've just remade our account, hoping to get all our mutuals, followers, and etc back. If you had/have any requests on our old account pls dont be shy to ask us here again, as we could maybe still have those mbs, or could make them! hope to grow fast again!!

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author-orchids · 2 days

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This story came to me as inspiration from a @writing-prompt-s post.

As of now I am calling this story "The a

accursed Holy Sword" but I will most definitely change the name at some point because I already hate it as a name.

It takes place in a world that is mostly medieval in setting but I also want it to be kind of steampunkish

Here is a summary of what the story is going to be:

Bealinne lives in a nation that is constantly at war. She joins an organization that originally was only made to help refugees. (Do not ask me what this organization is called for I haven't a clue yet.) But it delves further and further into resistance work. They work to avoid more fighting in any way possible. When they get a tip that the kingdom is hiding a weapon that could cause mass destruction if used, they decide that they have to figure out what it is and how to stop it. However, it was a trap, it led to the capture of many resistance workers including Bealinne and Sebastian, the one who trained her for resistance work.

They are sentenced to execution for treason against the kingdom. There is a sword, ancient and having gone by many many names over time. In this time it is known as the Souldestroyer, for whoever tries to wield it instantly decays into a pile of ash. This sword is used for executions, not by decapitation, but the criminal is forced to hold the sword and the magic on the sword carries out their fate. But for some reason it seems as if the Souldestroyer has chosen Bealinne for some greater destiny, for she does not die when she is forced to grab the sword, death is possibly the farthest from what she experiences next.

The following is part 1 of The Accursed Holy Sword

I tremble as the person in front of me steps forward. Sebastian, my fellow resistance fighter. He’s the picture of serene calm, he reaches forward as if it’s a normal sword.

As if it’s a normal sword. As if we are not standing in line at death’s door. As if we hadn’t just watched practically everyone we work with die before our eyes. As if the mountain of dust at his feet was just that, dust. As if nothing has ever happened.

As if we had a chance to go on with our lives. He stood still, hand hovering just above the sword’s handle.

“Lynnie…” He starts.

“No…” The word barely a whisper from my hoarse throat.

“I need you to know,” he changed the position of his feet slightly, as if about to jump, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨? I think. “I need you to know how I feel about you.” He goes on.

“Don’t Seb, don’t talk like…” I find myself unable to finish, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. I go on internally. But it 𝗶𝘀 the end. He will grab that sword and he will be gone forever. My only solace is that I will be soon after him.

“I love you Lynnie.” His voice shakes as if with tears, but I can’t see his face. But I can picture it, his blue eyes shining with tears for the first time ever in my memory. A teardrop sliding down his pale skin.

“Get on with it traitor.” A guard hisses.

Traitor. How did I get here? To be a traitor? All I wanted was to save lives. Innocent people who deserved no death. But I guess you’re a traitor when you work for people and against power and profit.

“I will never forget you Lynnie, even in death I’ll never forget. And if we don’t end up together, be it in the next life or some kind of heaven, then I wish you all the love and happiness in the world. You deserve it.”

“You- you do too-” I manage to say.

“Me? No no no, I don’t deserve anything.” He cuts me off with a self deprecating laugh.

“Oh you two lovebirds, you and I both know that this isn’t the only way,” a different guard says condescendingly, “just tell us where all your little resistance buddies are, and once we round them all up you get to live.” He went on with a voice that dripped with contempt. “You would even get to share a cell together for the rest of your miserable lives, I’m sure they’d let you. Perhaps they’ll even let you free once you’ve served us enough use.”

“I would rather die a traitor!” Sebastian yelled, “Than live as a coward!” He finally grabbed onto that accursed sword at that moment, he began to lunge forward as he grabbed it.

A scream saws out of my throat. Everything seems to slow as I stare at him in horror. For half a second, he’s fine, barely inching forward in my slowed perception of time. I’m sure that if I’d been seeing things normally he’d be moving with that swift speed that he’s known for in the resistance.

In the next half of a second, I see the sword flash with that horrible black light before I notice that his bare feet begin to turn to gray ash. He lifts the sword in front of him as he moves.

“Sebastian!” I shriek.

Things move slightly faster now. The change from him to lifeless ash has reached the cuff of his too-short pants. He had the same prisoners uniform I do, drab gray cloths that don’t fit and are peppered with holes and no shoes.

A blink and things are moving of normal speed. The ash has overtaken his fluffy black hair. And it reaches his fingertips just a moment after he releases the sword, his momentum propelling it forward.

The sword knocks against the guard who tried to get us to rat out our allies. His armor is simple, as he clearly didn’t expect attack, simply a chestplate, gauntlets, a helmet, and plain leather over everything else. All other guards are dressed the same.

The guard catches the sword in his hands, out of reflex I assume. There’s only a split second as the sword lights up to see his face before he disappears into ash.

I don’t hear anything. I don’t see anything. I stopped processing it all the second Sebastian truly died. A cloud of dust in the air was all he was. And he loved me? How long? How long had he felt the same way I have and I was too foolish to notice. Maybe I always knew. Maybe I was afraid of things changing. That’s very likely. But it doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters. He’s dead and I am not far behind.

There is a ringing in my ears. I don’t come to my senses until I feel a hard shove against my back. All the guards stand in a circle around me, their hands all on the hilts of their swords. Did they think I was going to run? Or maybe that I was going to pull the same stunt Seb did and that their hands should be busy.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. I think to myself.

One guard is backing away from the sword that is now back on its pedestal, he’s holding something that looks not unlike a very large pair of tongs. Were they used to put the sword back? It’s not like it matters.

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚. I hear in my thoughts. But it’s not my voice. It sounds like someone is talking to me. 𝘖𝘩 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, I realize, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.

𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. The voice tells me.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 m̶e̶ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮. 𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

I grab the sword, but it doesn’t flash with black light however. Instead, a hazy purple glow surrounds it. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚. A golden light flashes from the blade as I feel a sudden feeling of absolute power surge in my veins.

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