I'm an artist and animator and really big into twst. My favourite dorm is Octavinelle but I love Floyd the most :3 you'll see a lot of him here...
I also yume Floyd with my twst oc, Yuura. You'll see a lot of her too <3 I am non-sharing but other Floyd yumes are still free to interact with me!
That said, please do not bring up your own ship when interacting with me. It doesn't bother me if you like him, but please refrain from making overly suggestive or nsfw comments on my posts about him.
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Hiii hello I went down a rabbit role and now I made a guide of (almost) all the fonts used in the game, here's the link for the drive I put them all in:
The first attack of this year goes to @sydsartcorner !! >:3
I'll be honest with y'all, I already wanted to draw these two for a while, but decided to wait until Art Fight started xD
Anyway ! Some details about this drawing: I knew I wanted to do something that looked romantic and creepy/unsettling at the same time, so I thought... why not have both of them eating an eye while looking at each other's eyes? (I know, I'm such a poet guys /j)
You can interpret this piece in many other ways. While I was drawing it, I certainly came up with a few interpretations, but I won't spoil the fun for you -w-
(PS: Last time I participated in Art Fight, I didn't post the attacks on here, but this year I'll try to do it if the person I'm attacking has an account uvu)
synopsis: twst characters help you deal w/ necklace mishaps :)
characters: floyd, ruggie, lilia
wc: 2.5k
part one features leona, riddle, and jamil
floyd leech - i am a surgeon
floyd leech was performing heart surgery in the middle of the mostro lounge with nothing but two forks stolen from the kitchen and patience he miraculously pulled from his ass.
the patient? your necklace, a terribly tangled silver blob of which you could find neither the beginning nor the end of. you couldn't even see the heart-shaped pendant from how twisted it was.
a half-empty cup of lemonade lies forgotten on the table, condensation pooling into a ring on the table, as floyd sits slumped over the table with his tongue sticking out and his brows knitted so intensely you were sure you'd have to untangle them next.
tossing your necklace in your bag and forgetting about it for four days was probably not a good move. by the time you remembered and dug it out, your necklace was nothing but a tight ball of knots.
you had told him that you already tried, that you had already spent hours - days, even - trying to separate it, to revive it. that untangling your necklace is an impossible task.
but floyd leech never backs away from a challenge once it catches his gleaming eye.
teal hair blocks a perfect view of your necklace, but you can tell by the position of floyd's hands that he's using the forks to help him separate the chain. the forks' prongs scraaapppee slowly against the table and you can feel azul tense beside you from the noise (or from the prospect of the table's surface being damaged).
the mostro lounge has never had a show quite like this. there'd be the occasional singer or band. jazz nights are always fun, and more frequent than one might think. there was even a time where azul tried out a professional juggler.
you had no idea watching someone untangle a necklace would draw such a crowd. at least fifteen people were watching.
"this has got to be the lock in of the century," an ignihyde student says, peering over your shoulder.
"i don't think i've ever seen floyd focus this much on one thing," another boy says. you recognize him to be a member of the basketball team. "he hasn't said a single word!"
"he's been here for a solid thirty minutes. how long's he gonna do this for?" a voice from behind you complains.
before you can answer, the forks clatter on the table in warning.
floyd whips his head up. "oh yeah? nobody's forcing you to watch, polychaete," he spits. "try shuttin' your trap for once. maybe then i'll actually get this thing done."
"who's stupid necklace is this anyway?" the boy shoots back, practically begging to die. when floyd bares rows of sharp teeth you know you have a millisecond to respond before the scene erupts into chaos and threatens to tangle your necklace further.
"it's my necklace," you say coldly. "you're welcome to give it a shot if you think you're such hot shit."
complete and utter silence pins the mostro lounge in place. nobody dares to clear their throat or shuffle their feet backwards. of course, nobody dares to approach and accept the challenge either. how can they when both you and floyd are eyeing them in such a manner?
a beat passes before floyd's head drops back down and the scraping of forks can be heard again.
"okay everyone!" azul claps suddenly. a few students jump at the sudden sound following the bout of tension. "nothing to see here. let's let our poor fellow student get back to work!"
the forks clatter again.
"I'M DONEEEEE!" floyd cries out. with one hand, he holds the necklace up high for you to see. proof of his triumph. and sure enough, he's accomplished in thirty minutes what you couldn't in three days: he's untangled your beloved heart necklace.
"floyd!" you cry, snatching your necklace from his hand and running straight into his now-open arms. they don't lose a second wrapping themselves around you.
"thank you so much," you mean to say, but the words are lost against his chest as he gives you the tightest squeeze of your life.
you squeeze right back.
the two of you are soon a tangled bundle of giggles, and when you finally part, your neck is sporting its iconic heart necklace once more.
ruggie bucchi - probable caws
really, truly, honestly, you have no idea where it went.
one minute, it was there on the table in the common area. the next, it wasn't. you had left the room for point three seconds because your roommate was yelling something at you from the corridor. turns out they were just telling you to shut the window, which they could have easily done themselves if they took five seconds out of their precious day.
you were certain someone had stolen it, though you haven't the slightest idea why. it wasn't particularly valuable, you tell yourself, only a string of faux pearls you got from a flea market several years ago.
still, it was trusted. it had kept you company throughout all that time without snapping. you had only taken it off just that one time to examine the clasp and make sure it was still in good shape.
guess that was a mistake.
it wasn't particularly valuable, and yet you were exceptionally upset.
ruggie doesn't even bother to ask if you need help, he starts searching for it as soon as you tell him.
while you search the floor of the lounge, pushing stuffy armchairs aside and upending carpets, ruggie takes on the role of lead detective and interrogates everyone in the vicinity on their whereabouts and alibis. but after nearly an hour of searching you find neither truth nor clue, only the realization that maybe not all cases are meant to be solved.
ruggie can tell you feel bad for wasting his time. he can tell you're thinking of if onlys and should'ves.
if only you had paid more attention.
if only that window was shut.
you should've kept your necklace on.
you should've smacked your roommate and told them to close whatever window they please themselves.
when he puts his hand on your shoulder, he feels like a different person. birds twitter from within the tree outside and the wind rustles the leaves. ruggie's hair swirls in a calm wave of soft brown locks.
"let's go to class for now," ruggie says, grounding, reliable, and sure. "we'll keep looking."
there's no deception in the pale blue of his eyes, no hint of jest or empty words. like he, too, lost something once and knows how important it is to keep looking even when you don't know where exactly to direct your gaze. to believe that what is yours will come, so long as you have the drive to seek it.
you nod, feeling empty and jittery at once. he squeezes your hand reassuringly before the two of you part and head to your respective classes.
ruggie whips his head around to watch your retreating figure, ensuring you've rounded the corner before he does a full one-eighty and beelines right back into the common area.
he searches the carpet, between the cushions, the table. he cross-examines the people in your dorm. he talks your roommate into letting him in to search your room. he even whips out a magnifying class and inspects every inch of the place.
his verdict comes inconclusive.
your necklace is not in the room, and was not stolen by anyone. it had simply and impossibly and inexplicably vanished into thin air.
into thin air.
into thin air?
it hits ruggie instantly.
the open window!
there is no chattering of birds as ruggie hops through the windowsill to search the ground beneath it. he knows they're there though, watching.
"hey," he loud-whispers to the tree. "have you seen a pearl necklace 'round here?"
"i can't say, i can't say!" a voice replies. it's almost musical with how light it is, and ruggie recognizes the accent to be one of a young poecile.
"he's mean, he's mean, he's mean!" another voice replies, similar in cadence.
"who? you can tell me, you can tell me," ruggie insists.
seven bless animal linguistics.
"he's too big, much too big! big and mean and scary," a third voice adds.
"who, who?" ruggie feels much like an owl. "i'll help ya out, i swear!"
the three little birds murmur between themselves, their language too colloquial for him to understand in full.
"shiny, shiny into the tree. that tree's all his, and not for me!" the third chirps finally. the three birds take to the sky and head right for the forest without looking back.
ruggie's on the hunt a moment later, scanning every nearby tree until he spots it dangling from the limb of a tree, glittering in full glory. he has to stand on the tips of his toes to reach it, but as his index makes contact with your beloved necklace, an agitated, accusatory cry nearly blasts his eardrums open.
an inky black crow stares ruggie right in the eye, daring him to get closer.
"i don't speak corvus," ruggie calmly says in poecile. "and i don't care much to try to understand. i have to deal enough with our headmage as it is."
ruggie loops his finger around your necklace. the crow puffs its feathers up and screeches once more.
"life's not easy," ruggie continues, sliding your necklace off the branch, "but you should only steal what you need to survive. don't you know what happens if you get caught?"
ruggie's ears are flushed back, eyes gleaming with mischief, and the crow - about to pierce the air with another scream - changes its mind midway through. a strange and silent understanding passes between the two, odd pair they are.
hyenas and crows. necrophagous and unlucky. sly only because nature forces them to be.
ruggie holds the necklace up. "i'm taking this back." gesturing to the trees in the area, ruggie hits the final nail in the head. "and this is my territory now, so i don't wanna hear about any trouble. my friends live here, you see."
the crow gives one final screech and flies up in a blur of black, away and away until ruggie can see it no more.
three small birds can be seen landing on the tree outside the window as you return to the lounge, uneasy from the animal languages quiz you probably just bombed and from the prospect of never finding your necklace ever again.
"ruggie!" you call out, breaking into a smile as you spot his approaching figure. "how was class?"
"same old, same old. mostly just practicing stuff."
behind his back, ruggie thumbs the pearls in his hand, white and shiny. it's an inexpensive imitation he knows would receive your richest smile upon its return.
ruggie can't wait to give it to you.
and maybe, one day he'll be able to give you the real thing too.
lilia vanrouge - machiavellian
the end always justifies the means.
were you losing your mind because your necklace had gone missing? yes. the whole cafeteria knew about it.
but it was worth it!
unbeknownst to you, the culprit was right there beside you, munching on mediocre cafeteria lunch like he didn't just swipe your necklace right off your neck without you noticing just so he can clean it.
the silver was tarnishing - what else was he supposed to do! asking you if he could polish it would be no fun. no fun at all.
it was actually too easy to steal your necklace. the choice between flan and cheesecake must have been too much for your poor, indecisive mind. you barely reacted when he made his move. centuries of living, training, scouting have honed lilia's muscles and instincts to spot an opening before it shows itself. if you can move before your opponent has time to react, victory is assured.
you barely even blinked.
he out to scold you for that, then train you to do better. he's might not always be around after all.
technically, the necklace was his. he had come across it during his travels when he accidentally stumbled upon an ancient cave filled with wild, one-of-a kind riches and shelves and shelves of ancient scrolls.
he doesn't know what compelled his hand to reach for it, but something deep within him back then must have known you were coming along, because the necklace he found suited you too well.
it wasn't overly ostentatious or bejeweled with fat gems to weigh you down. it was simply you.
despite the fact that it was obviously valuable, the silver chain and jewel looked tarnished and faded. apparently spending a millennia in an underground cave and then another few centuries in the bottom of a drawer and then three years at night raven college doesn't keep a necklace in pristine condition.
he had cleaned it before giving it to you, of course, but maybe there's just something in the air on sage's island that wants to dim the light of anything that shines too brightly.
"your cheesecake is softening," lilia notes calmly, pointing to your untouched plate.
"lilia," you say, "my necklace is missing. how can i possibly eat at a time like this?" you furiously rub at your eyes with the sleeve of your uniform and try to ignore your scudding mind and the lump in your throat. "you gave it to me."
"don't worry my love," he assures in that all-knowing tone of his, "it'll turn up."
"but you gave it to me," you repeat. "you gave it to me and i lost it."
"nothing is ever truly lost. maybe you simply forgot it on your nightstand?"
"maybe..."
grabbing your fork tightly, you finally dig into your room-temperature cheesecake, deciding to look for it after classes are over.
lilia gives you a soft smile.
how fragile the human heart is, how easily it believes. even so, the end always justifies the means. sometimes a little suffering is necessary.
you find the necklace on the small table beside your bed, just like lilia said. somehow he always seems to know everything.
as you hold it up to the light, the big green gem in the center twinkles before you, beaming and wonderous. you wonder who else had worn it before you, what they were like, what memories they held. has the necklace always been this bright?
"it was looking rather sad so i polished it for you," lilia calls from your doorway. you hadn't even heard him enter.
"you could have told me," you say, voice holding no malice.
"i didn't know you liked it that much."
"of course i did. you gave it to me."
"you look rather good with it on." lilia gives you a cheeky smile. "it's a stylish piece, though i daresay it doesn't compare to you."
you step closer. "daresay?" you whisper, tilting your head to the side.
lilia puts his hands up in surrender. "heheh...you caught me. i know it doesn't."
you laugh.
it was a little enjoyable to watch you squirm and panic in the cafeteria, he must confess, but nothing compares to the sight of your eyes crinkling with mirth, the melodic sound of your joy.
the necklace is only part of a matching set. if he ever craves to hear that sound ring true again, he can always gift you the earrings.
or the bracelet.
or the crown.
a/n: thank you for reading <3 i'm down to write another part if there are any other characters you'd like to see!
Would you accept fanart of your OC and Floyd from a double?
hii yes, that is okay!! it doesn't make me uncomfy if doubles interact in general 🫶
ALSO thank you for taking an interest in my ship!! I'd love to see anything you make! /nf no pressure ofc, the thought alone means so much :3
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I really don't care how anyone views floyd, but my one boundary is to not leave nsfw comments on my posts about him. Please respect this, otherwise you will be blocked.
