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[twstlotus]

Hiatus

Hello, readers.

True to the title of this post, I will be taking a hiatus. I don’t feel like writing as of lately (maybe due to my constant genshin impact gameplay) and school is going to start soon which means that I have less time to write overall.

I apologize for pumping out requests at a very slow pace. This does not mean I quit, I’m only leaving for a while to regain some inspiration and etc.

Thank you for understanding, have a wonderful day.

Yours truly, Lotus

(ps dm me if you want my genshin impact code im on the asia server)

[renniecirque]

First set of Freebies done!!! Thank you all for being so patient with me as I get back into drawing ;//////////; These were a lot of fun to do and I hope you both like them!!!!  @twstlotus @raven-at-the-writing-desk

[twstlotus]

risen back from the grave to say...

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please go check out their work, everyone!! they have lovely art and they’re an even lovelier person :>

[poisonepel]

from 4chan ….

[twstlotus]

(wonderkaz and wildfang sound like some sort of warrior cats oc ngl)

[little-twst-talks]

leona, i heard there's a new restaurant which primarily serves meat there like steak. but since i'm not too familiar with the area, i was going to ask you if you want to come with me? i got a discount ticket too so we don't have to pay much. so unless if your lazy ass just wants to stay in bed all day, the offer still stands

“Hmph,” Leona grumbles, slowing moving from his bed. Annoyed at the interruption to his rest, he glared, his tail flickering behind him, “herbivore, why must it be me you bother with? Surely Ruggie would’ve been the better choice.” No matter how many times he complains, he’s pleased that it was him that you came to instead of Jack or Ruggie or even, god forbid it, Rook. 

Well, whatever. In some way, he wanted to go with you, but just couldn’t be bothered to ask. What great forture that has fallen into his lap, but he isn’t going to admit it any time soon. Why would he? It’s fun like this anyway, to tease you like this. Besides, it’s okay with you right? He’s not so disrespectful that he’d tease you to the point of crying. He wouldn’t do that to someone he likes. Or...would he? Aha~ 

“Where did you want to go again?” He asks, feigning ignorance. Leona already knows where you wanted to go, to a little restaurant not that far from the school. It has a pleasant atmosphere that puts him in a relaxed mood. It’s nice and he wouldn’t mind going with you...ah, but he can’t admit that out loud can he~? Well, maybe later. He wants to keep this game up.

“Well,” he starts off, his tailing curling up close to you, “I don’t mind being with you, but can you handle me, little herbivore~?” He teases with no subtlety, but surely you don’t mind. After all, why come to him at all if he’s too much for you~?

[twstlotus]

(oh to have a dinner date with mr leona kingscholar)

[twstlotus]

Hi there! 👋 Nice to see our fandom growing, more writers joining and trying their pens out with twst boy~ I'm here to wish you a nice day and leave a request, if I may. How would Epel, Malleus, Trey and Rook react to their s/o being well versed in a sword fighting? Seeing her(or them, I don't mind) in an act, maybe even protecting the boys? The s/o haven't disclosed it to them before and took a stance only because she had no other choice. Thank you very much💓

Before we begin, I apologize if I had written Epel a bit ‘off’, for lack of a better word. I have not played through Pomefiore’s chapter thoroughly let alone get to the important bits of said chapter (I’m only on 5-9..)

If I did mischaracterize Epel, please inform me! I will try to perfect how I write him as soon as possible.

Now, onto the headcanons.

Epel Felmier

Epel is astounded to see you swordfight. Perhaps his amazement is a bit inappropriate considering the context being that you were fighting off a few Savanaclaw boys for teasing and mocking Epel about the rumors that he wanted to join the Savanaclaw dormitory—but they did it right in front of your face. Saying how “a pretty boy soft as he is could never join Savanaclaw!” and continued.

You didn’t find violence necessary in the situation, but you weren’t opposed against it either. So when the Savanaclaw members began taunting both you and Epel, you quickly drew your sword and began fighting them, all while Epel walked in at the perfect moment and hid behind a wall and watched you.

The beastmen tucked their tails between their legs and ran off soon after you had your sword pointed to them on the ground. Once they were gone, Epel quietly walked out of his hiding spot and asked if you were okay, to which you hesitantly replied with a “yes”.

Quickly after, Epel began to somewhat gush about your sword fighting abilities and how great you were. Yet, he’s also curious about why you never told him about your skill in such. You explain to him that you never thought of a reason to why you should inform anyone of it, but you were also a bit afraid that he might find your talent in it ‘weird’.

He shoots your suspicions as completely incorrect. You were amazing out there! Epel has never seen sword fighting up-close and done so well! It makes him stagger through his words. He also states that you don’t need to hide anything from him and that he’ll accept you whole as a person and as a lover. The reason why he even fell in love with you was because of how free-willed you are, you know?

“Well, I think your sword fighting is great, (Y/N). I don’t think it matters what other people see you as, especially the negative ones—you’re great and that’s all there is to it!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus first saw you sword fighting a handful of the Savanaclaw boys, or, well—it looked more like you were deflecting and inflicting minor wounds on the beastmen until they eventually ran off out of cowardice.

The fae was completely stunned. He had never known you were so skilled in sword fighting, and you fight with such gracefulness and elegance, too! The only other time he had seen sword fighting up close was when he and Lilia trained Silver as Malleus’ knight. Even so, his fighting style was merely that of a normal knight’s—but you, you looked like you were dancing with the sword.

When he snaps out of his amazement, he quickly comes out of the shadows to your aid and checks if you have any wounds. Humans are very fragile, after all. You reassure him that you’re fine and he eventually brings up your talent in swordsmanship, to which you bashfully deny ever being skilled in such a thing.

Malleus can obviously see through your lies, and after a while, you admit that you do. You kept it a secret because you were afraid that he might see you as improper or ‘strange’ and the only reason you even fought those Savanaclaw boys were because they were ridiculing your beloved fae.

He’s visibly surprised by the notion. Fighting...for him? Of course, he has literal knights who fight for him, but he always considered it as the two merely doing their jobs. You, on the other hand; you didn’t need to do such a thing for him, yet still, you did it anyway. He’s touched, to say the least. Afterwards, he comforts you regarding your talent and says to not be shameful of it, for it is a talent one could only look up to and that he’s always welcome to talk about anything.

“You’re not required to put yourself in dangerous situations, Child of Man. Trust that I can fight my own battles, so please, do not burden yourself with mine. Though I must say...you did well.”

Trey Clover

‘Surprised’ would be a bit of an understatement to describe what Trey felt when he saw you sword fighting with a fellow Heartslabyul member. Just a little bit.

The way you made your sword swings seem effortless renders him speechless. Just when did you learn to swordfight? And how will Riddle react when he sees you, battling a Heartslabyul member, with a sword!? The consequences may be severe… (and even so, when did Heartslabyul C-kun learn to swordfight!?)

Trey quickly steps in and stops the duel between you and the other dorm member. Heartslabyul C-kun leaves with a scoff while small wounds decorate his otherwise clean skin. Meanwhile, you seemed completely fine. There were only a few cuts from C-kun’s sword but it wasn’t at all serious. Still, Trey treats your wounds so they don’t get infected.

The entire time, Trey is almost quiet as he tends to your wounds until he releases a sigh of defeat, for lack of a better word. He tells you that fighting by yourself isn’t safe, you know? That would just end up in both you and him getting your heads chopped off by Riddle (thank goodness he brought you out of the scene of the crime).

You explain to him that the only reason you had done it was because C-kun recently found out about your talent in sword fighting and wouldn’t stop bugging you until you agreed to duel with him, knowing it was against the rules, so you denied his every demand. However, he brought Trey into the story by mocking him and that was the last straw.

Quite honestly, Trey doesn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, he’s afraid and a bit worried for you and what could have happened. And on the other...he’s grateful and rather enamoured about the fact that you tried to defend him. Still, he shows appreciation for what you did in his name but reminds you to be careful next time.

“Don’t run off fighting other people, okay? I really appreciate what you did for me but I don’t want you getting hurt. Plus, I can’t have my favorite cupcake get in trouble with Riddle!”

Rook Hunt

Saw you sword fighting another Pomefiore member, but it didn’t look intense if at all. From afar, it did look like you and Pomefiore B-kun were simply practice-duelling—and from afar, it stayed as such. Rook continued to watch you from the bushes with a keen eye and a smile tugging on his face.

However, B-kun just had to do it. During your duel, he began taunting you about Rook, your Hunter of Love. It started small; calling him a weirdo and other nicknames Rook had likely grown accustomed to. But B-kun just went on and on, his small taunts grew to harsh insults, and you weren’t having any of it.

You swiftly defeat B-kun in the duel. His sword flying out of his hands and landing on soft grass, piercing the surface. You quickly tell him to scram and he leaves without a word, not even to retrieve his sword.

You let out a sigh before turning to the bushes, where you know Rook is. You call out his name and after a few rustles from the bushes, he walks out with a large smile on his face and claps for your performance, stating that it was marvelous! ....However, this does spark curiosity in him—curiosity on why you never informed him of your talent in the art of sword fighting.

You say that you never found the reason to tell him of it, though you weren’t exactly ashamed, it was just what it was also because you knew Rook wouldn’t stop pestering you about it once he found out that you were skilled in sword fighting.

Non, non! This is wonderful news to him! He’s happy to know that you’re confident in something you’re skilled in and he would be all the more glad if you wanted to speak to him about sword fighting, should you ever wish to do so.

“Your swordsmanship is fantastique, mon cherie! Though, I must ask…,” The self-proclaimed hunter steps towards C-kun’s sword and picks it up. “May I request a few sword fighting lessons from you?”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Meet Miss Raven!

Twisted from the infamous Alice in Wonderland riddle…“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

She never existed, was never truly depicted–now, she is an idea given a form.

“Come closer, and allow me to spin you a story.”

art above by loliya-art.

Coffin icons above by my friend, @rapunculusflvwer​!

Read the (ongoing!) Tale of the Cursed Raven here:

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I Part 7 I Part 8 Coming Soon!

More about Miss Raven:

Keep reading

[twstlotus]

new theme!

Hello, everyone! As you may have noticed with my blog, I have a new theme set up! I figured that a brand new look for my blog would be refreshing instead of the default theme that I, too, had grown tired of. So, here we are!

However, I’m very inexperienced with coding and by extension, Tumblr customization. So, the theme setup isn’t completely finished yet (I still need to add a music player, change the colors should I need to do so, etc.). But so far, I’m happy with what I have now and I hope you are too!

“Fools” theme created by glenthemes

[the-crows-typist]

hi! since your askbox is open may I request a ficlet of leona and fem!mc with the word "crown" please? thank you💖

The Possibilities are Endless

Hello there, dear. I hope you’ll like this one. A little piece where you are the heir to a fallen kingdom and married to the prince to save it.

This piece has an AU where in you, the reader, is the heiress to the fallen kingdom of bird people and is arranged to marry Leona in order to save it. you can say this AU has two concepts in one!

“Another game of chess, eh? Tell me, will you win this one?”

Your marriage to Leona Kingscholar was purely out of political gain. You, the daughter of the fallen king of the Avian Kingdom and him, the third in line throne of the Kingdom of Beasts. The ceremony was short and the vows were recycled from an old piece love story remembered through the ages, neither of you shared a glance at each other nor neither did you speak during the reception. You didn’t really think that someone like Leona could love you nor did you ever think that someone like you could even love Leona. The two of you were pieces of a puzzle that never matched.

That is, until the both of you decided to play a game of chess.

“Is this a pastime for you, your majesty?” You asked, moving your pawn in the way of his queen as a last ditch effort to protect your king. He moved his queen piece, eating the pawn without hesitation and leaving the king alone and unprotected. “You can call it that. When Farena and I were kids, we would play chess to pass the time.”

Your hand drew back and you gave it a thought, Leona’s pieces greatly outnumbered yours. Your king would be put on checkmate if you don’t do something quickly. “You and King Farena…Interesting. I did not think that he would be into these kinds of activities…As I see him out and about all the time.”

You pulled your king back and Leona retaliated by eating the nearby rook piece. You were slowly losing control of the board. “He likes board games as much as the next person. He’s just not very good at it. His words, not mine.” A small laugh left your lips and you raised your hands. “And this is where I raise my hands in defeat.”

“But you still have your queen to use.”

“True.” You say, tipping the king to fall on its side before looking to the queen piece staying in its position. “But I don’t think a king would want to see his queen suffer just for his protection.” Taking the queen, she placed it near the fallen king.

Leona huffed, taking the fallen king from the board to get a good look at it, scrutinizing the detail of the polished hardwood. “Using your heart in these kinds of situations will guarantee a bitter loss.” He said, you took the queen in your hands as he continued to speak. “Isn’t that what happened to your kingdom, princess? Why you had to marry.”

The grip on the queen tightened and his words bit in and pulled out the memories you so wanted to keep hidden. Your kingdom was falling apart with siege after siege and the straw the broke the camel’s back was when the trusted advisor of your father was assassinated. Your mother, bless her soul, was your father’s last source of comfort and he couldn’t bear to lose her.

So he surrendered, leaving your kingdom in the hands of the enemy. In overwhelming guilt, your father disappeared and soon did your mother follow; leaving you to be the sole heir to the kingdom.

“I don’t expect you to love me.” You put the piece down. “Neither do I expect myself to love you.”

“But I’m going to right the wrongs my father has down and help my kingdom with this marriage.”

Your eyes shined as your stared into his bright green ones. Somehow, it reminded you of emeralds polished to perfection its brilliant gleam contrasting the dull appearance of the second born prince.

“Checkmate.”

Days passed as the both of you bonded over chess, whether it be teaching each other how strategies to gain control over the board, discussing philosophies, or just telling each other funny memories from childhood.

“No, wait, you mean your scar wasn’t from this big epic battle like the stories say?” You asked through your fits of giggles as Leona sighed in embarrassment. Somehow, telling you his personal stories were both a pleasure and an annoyance. “It wasn’t. I actually…I got it by running into a wall.”

“Oh my stars, Leona!” You burst out laughing, holding your stomach as your voice echoed through the halls. “That’s precious.”

Leona grumbled, his lips barely keeping in a smile. “To be fair, I ate too much sugary treats. I couldn’t help it.” You rubbed your eyes of the tears that settled on your lashes, your cheeks darken from the sheer joy you got from your laughter.

“Hey, at least mine wasn’t as bad as the time you got stuck on the tree because you thought it was a good idea to start flight training.” He retorted again.

“I was 5.”

“So was I.”

The chess games then became nights where you would meet him by the balcony to stare at the stars and talk. Your hands in each other’s grasps. “When you’re up in the sky, the world below looks like a river of stars.” You began. “It’s just so different up there. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Leona blinked, looking over to you. “Then why don’t you try to fly up now if it makes you happy.”

You pushed yourself off the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. “If I did…I don’t know how long until I come down. If my parents didn’t then...”

His hand went to yours, caressing the soft skin of your hand.

“I can’t do it. Not now.”

“You don’t wear any crowns, Leona?” His brother, Farena with his wife and son made a public appearance for some time. Little Cheka was sick for a few days and the family decided to walk around the market place so that the little prince could get some fresh air and some sun.

“The royal jewels are only used by the reigning monarch.” On Farena’s head rested the family’s prized crown. The ruby stone shined greatly on the crown of Farena’s head, an emerald on his wife’s, and a tiny diamond on Cheka’s. You hummed out in reply as you walked with him.

“You came here without one. Don’t you wear a crown in your kingdom?”

“I’m not one for certain jewelry. I like bracelets and necklaces, even rings…But never crowns.”

The both of you held hands as you walked through the market, easily losing the royal guard in the crowd. Your wings tucked to your back, making sure it doesn’t bump into anybody and alerting others of your presence.

“Do you like wearing crowns, Leona?”

“I’m fine with it as long as it’s not heavy.”

“Heavy?”

Both of your hoods went up, hiding his ears and your hair just as the scream of the guards resonated through the crowd.

“Where is his highness and his wife?!”

“I tried wearing Farena’s crown back then. It was really heavy; I’m surprised he doesn’t have stiff neck from wearing it all the time.”

“Search the perimeter. They shouldn’t have gone far!”

The both of you stopped by a flower shop, its products floating in tubs of water. Something catches your eye.

Flower crowns.

“How much for this, madam?” You ask the lady looking after the stall. She was a small thing, quite old but kind looking. “That will be 75 madols for one, miss.” Your eyes widened at the offer then moved to take some notes and coins out of your pocket, handing it over to the nice old lady.

“So, you don’t like crowns that are too heavy…” You fish out a crown of purples, blues, and pristine white. “Then these will be perfect for you, Leona.” You nudged him, your elbow to his. “Come on, you know you like the crown. I can see it in your tail.” You say with a giggle.

“I hate it when you’re perceptive.” Your husband says, his tail swaying in excitement and glee. He removes his hood from his head and bows it. “To think I would have a public coronation.” The stall owner chuckles as you put the crown on him. “I dub thee—“

“Prince Leona, your highness! There you are.”

Leona let out a growl as he straightened himself to look over at the guards running your way. “Why did you stray away from the group?” They asked. “Please, let us go back. Your brother is worried sick.” The both of you exchanged glances and Leona turned around to get another flower crown form the tub. “Alright, alright. Tell my brother to calm down. It’s like neither of us were trained.” He growls, taking your hand and walking back into the crowd.

On his head was the flower crown you gave him.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you walked back to the safety of the royal family’s convoy. “Leona?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s play chess later.”

He gave you a smile, one that was not laced with his usual haughty nature. The hold on your hide tightened comfortably. “Sure.”

[twstlotus]

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[twstlotus]

To the anon that asked why i requested leona angst: i think i'm a masochist now :') To lotus: IT IS VERY AMAZINGLY WRITTEN I HAD SOBBED SO HARD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT THANK YOU SO MUCHSBSBSJJSS i am now content(o´▽`o)

J-jeez..how many people cried reading my Leona angst..?

Ahem.

I thank you for the praise, Anonie! I’m surprised to receive this many messages about the Leona piece, as I had really not expected to get any at all. I’m happy to know you enjoyed it, though!

Oho? The tears that you shed that night made you content? Oya, I never knew my followers were such masochistic angst-craving flowers. Ah, but no shame, no shame! We all have our needs.

[twstlotus]

Did I really read the Leona Angst in my zoom class? Yes

Was it worth it? Depends

Did I cry? Yes....

Did my class see me cry? Ha, this is why you always are muted and have your camera off-

Oh my. I never knew my writing had such an effect on people...nevertheless, I’m somewhat honored to know that it does, whether it be the softest fluff or the most painful angst I can write up~

I hope no one suspected you of anything, Anonie. I have my few fair stories of accidentally leaving my camera and mic on which caused a biiiit of a stir that my friends still joke about to this day.

[twstlotus]

THAT LEONA ANGST HURT ME SO MUCH. TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED IT, WHY? lotus it's 1 am here and I'm sobbing😭

Fufufu. Well, I did say I write for the audience’s enjoyment, no?

Angsty requests are just part of the deal~

(Also, it’s okay, Anonie. It hurt me too as a Leona fan (sobsobsob))

[twstlotus]

Hi!! May I request scenario for Leona where the s/o is going back home and never coming back(+a fight before going)? I'm kinda in need of angst contents xD, of course if it's alright with you! Also I look forward to seeing your works in the future

Me: Ah, finally! The Great Seven seem to have blessed me with midterm break for a week. What’s in the inbox today?

The inbox: Angst, angst, angst, and more angst.

Me: Oh.

Content Warning: heartbreak, arguing, Leona sort of gaslighting S/O

Leona Kingscholar; “I’m never coming back.”

This was the day, you decided.

This was the day you absolutely must confront Leona about it.

You always held it all back—trying to see the best in the relationship you two built over time. Initially, it even seemed like a dream come true. You were with who you named “the love of your life”, you always recognized that Leona was no Prince Charming, that’s for sure, and you accepted him anyway. But now, it was too much for you to handle.

Leona had already fallen into a deep slumber when you slowly slid the door open to his room. He always did this. The first few times, maybe it was excusable. You saw it as him having difficulty to adjust to a new schedule with you (him being the lazy lion as is), but the third time he missed your dates? All because he wanted some sleep?

No more.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

Fool me three times…

“Leona,” You called to him in a somewhat soft yet stern voice. His ear flickered soon after. A swing from his tail started before he arose from his slumber with half-lidded eyes that quizzed into a puzzled expression upon seeing your figure. “...Why are you in that fancy getup?” His tone was bored, unamused, a slight tinge of aggression was evident in his tone, probably because you just woke him up from his precious nap.

“Leona…,” You paused. Should you really tell him this? He already said before that he isn’t going to be the perfect boyfriend you dreamt of and there were likely going to be bumpy rides on the relationship, but still…

‘No.’ A voice in your mind firmly stated, your voice.

‘I have to tell him.’

Your lips tugged to a frown and your fist began to ball. “You missed our date. Again.” The words left your tongue were confident and stern, yet there were traces of your voice wavering as well. “This is the third time, Leona. I thought we already agreed that you’d come. I was waiting for 45 minutes and you didn’t even bother showing up!” Tears began to prick your eyes as your voice grew louder, enough to knock the lion out of his daze.

He sent a hand up to his forehead as he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his temple, a somewhat distressed expression noticeable on his face. “Yeah, yeah. I know, I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again…” A yawn barely escaped his lips at the end of his sentence. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t even know if he felt sorry for what he did. “I know it won’t happen again,” Another pause in your voice. You mustered up every courage you had left to say what you planned to say, and when you finally did,

“...Because I’m breaking up with you.”

The words left your lips with a wish that it would lift off the heavy weight that strained your heart. But instead, it now felt heavier than before.

Leona immediately shot his head up to your shaking figure. His eyes are as wide as plates, but quickly narrow down as his eyebrows do. “What the hell did you just say?” His voice is dark, furious, yet, even so, there’s a hint of fear in it.

“I said I’m breaking up with you.” You reaffirm.

“Hah! You’ve found someone else, haven’t you?” He begins to yell out. “Who is it? Jack?! I’ve seen that mutt around you more often than usual, you reek of his scent. Or—no, Ruggie?!” Your eyes eventually lower to an object, or the sky—anything. Anything but the man who you once truly loved. Once.

He catches hold of your disregard to his words and only turns more livid by the minute. “Oi! Don’t you dare look away when your king is talking to you, herbivore! Answer me, who is it?!”

“You don’t have anyone but yourself to blame, Leona,” you state as firmly as possible, but you avoid sounding angry or anything of the sort, “You never act responsible in the relationship! Hell, this is the third time you missed our date, and in a row!” You list off. Leona looks at you with a furious expression, teeth bared and eyes glaring—still, you hold your ground. 

“You’re always arrogant and lazy, and you never even seem to want to make up for it! You complain, complain, complain—but you don’t even look like you want to fix whatever problem you have. Meanwhile, I have to take responsibility for anything you want to do, just because you’re too lazy to do it! We never even get to do anything outside of the house and I always have to bend my needs and interests just so we can do whatever you want!” So much for trying to sound calm. You huffed for air after finishing your sentence.

There was a small trace of regret in Leona’s eyes—it was a blink and you miss type of moment. Still, he hardened his gaze at you before letting out a dark laugh. It was like the one he let out when he was nearing his Overblot before.

“So that’s it? You’re leaving me? Just because of what I did? It’s not like you never messed up either,” his pride began to envelop him. His words burnt and hurt your heart like fire pricking at your skin, and he knew it, yet, even so, he still felt unable to truly own up to his actions.

“Oh, piss off! It’s not like I messed up as much as you did! Yes, I admit that I made some mistakes a few times, but at the very least I had the decency to admit it.” Tears began to quickly run down your cheek as you yelled at the man who you once loved, and he only grew more livid as the seconds pass.

What should have been a short agreement then turned into what seemed like hours of endless arguing, going back and forth on who’s fault it was and what each partner did wrong.

At this point, you couldn’t even remember what made you fall in love with him.

You raised your hands defeatedly with a long, exasperated sigh. “That’s it.” Was all you muttered before you began gathering your things that you kept in Leona’s room. “..What are you doing?” He asked, his tone still laced with aggression.

“I’m leaving.”

“What?”

“I said I’m leaving. I’m going home,” you held back from completely sobbing in front of him. Your mind was on auto-pilot at this point. You weren’t sure if this was the right decision, where would you go? Where can you stay?

But your heart knew that any place was better than the one you were in.

“And I’m NEVER coming back here.” You stated through stifled sobs before slamming the door to his room shut, thus ending your relationship with him with a heavy heart and a loud shut on his door.

“FINE. Leave then! I don’t need pesky herbivores like you on my territory, and don’t come back here again!” He yelled loudly. His voice easily being heard outside of his room, and by extension, heard by the other Savanaclaw members, too.

Despite how he reacted, Leona knew both you and him would never be the same again, and he had never been in so much utter pain in hearing those five words.

He’d never be able to hear your cheerful laughter at his jokes. Never be able to feel your calming caresses on his cheek. Never be able to feel the sweet taste of your lips ever again.

For when he lost your heart, he lost everything he loved.

[roseberry-memories]

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Pirate Leona

Pirate Leona

Pirate Leona

Pirate Leona

Pira

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Would you recommend some of your favorites twst wonderland writer.

oh boy! prepare for a whole essay! 

its like midnight where i am so im gonna be hella rambly and i prob wont finish this list and have to rb to continue it on bc i have the brainpower of a monky and forget shit CONSTANTLY

so ill put this under the cut so yall dont have to scroll thru a whole 10 page mla format thesis www

tw // yandere (some blogs have yandere content), nsfw (again, some blogs have nsfw content)

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[twstlotus]

WWW MAC!?!? THANK YOU?? WHAAT. WHAT. I DID ONOT EXPECT TO SEE MY NAME THERE WHAT.

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A-Ahem.

Thank you very much, Mac! The mention is highly appreciated. I’m happy to know you enjoy my works and I’m thankful that you do. I hope to create new content for you and readers alike could enjoy!

(Apologies if I seem less grateful in comparison to others’ responses. I’m not very good at this sort of response.)

[twstlotus]

Leona’s Best Subject (literally).

What if the reason behind Leona’s best subject being ancient curses is because he thinks of his Unique Magic as a curse thus he’s trying to find a way to get rid of his Unique Magic or at least change it.

I expected Leona to have best subject in PE or anything else other than ancient curses since each character’s best subject has at least some relevance to their character (e.g. Jack’s best subject being Defensive Magic, probably alluding to how he’s mostly considered the defender of the group). So, ancient curses being Leona’s best subject stood out to me a tad.

It’s already canon that others (servants) feared Leona especially because of his Unique Magic, so that would also mean that he probably had his Unique Magic since childhood or teenagerhood? That was also noted to be around the time Leona still read a lot of things and how to improve himself, so it might be possible..? I wouldn’t be surprised if at some point he did try to change it.

(head in hands) why do id o this to myself imj getting so much angst juice from this

[twstlotus]

Possibly thinking about changing my username from twstlotus to twstletters or something along the lines of such because I feel like ‘letters’ have more relevance to the mini-story I’m creating for a sort of “mascot” of my blog here? But I wouldn’t want to give people the wrong idea that I’m writing in letter format for their requests which is the issue. Lotus will be kept as a name, though, just not the username.

Ideas?

[twstlotus]

Yeaaaa! Congrats on 400+ subscribers UwU Then may I request a dorm matchup for an oc of mine? Their personality is much like an ambivert who though likes to blend in with a crowd, they also aren't much of a social person when it comes to new faces. Though typically seen as brooding and cold on the outside by many as they do kind of strut with this air of grace and regal poise, they actuallyare very friendly once talked to. Quite caring and "motherly" in other words. (1/2)

The Dorm you Belong in is...

Pomefiore!

Your polite manners and responsible attitude were a dead give away to be sorted into the Pomefiore dorm, a dorm that is built exactly upon the Beautiful Queen’s heavy efforts. A graceful aura and elegance decorate you in the finest ways, fit for Pomefiore’s standards.

Perhaps you initially struck as a normal bystander, your everyday day Pomefiore A-san; though that wouldn’t be an issue. Most of your typical, fellow dorm students just rave about Vil the entire time. So unless you don’t mind endless gushing over your dorm leader, or if you’d like to participate in it yourself, perhaps the common Pomefiore crowd isn’t for you. Luckily, there is another member that shares your concerns, one by the name of Epel Felmier.

Perhaps your aloof and distant outlook was what kept you two from discussing further matters with one another, but both your distances between yourselves and the common crowd was what brought you together. Epel finds your free-will sort of attitude respectable. The way you maintain such a kind and cool attitude, willing to help others whenever needed, yet will not hesitate to be strict and stern at the same time is something he finds admirable for various reasons. You just radiate that sense of self-confidence that he feels like he can trust.

Unfortunately, getting close to Epel would inevitably result in you catching the attention of the dorm’s vice-leader—Rook Hunt.

Rook finds your unrestricted hostility to certain people rather interesting. Your confidence is simply a marvel to observe, oui? He has observed how utterly cold you can respond to a certain group of people roaming around in the school, in comparison to how kindly you treat Epel or how casually you behave to the other Pomefiore students (to a degree). Did those people do something, perhaps? He may pry for answers, but will not go further if it truly does genuinely bother you.

Other than that, the hunter is simply as elusive as ever with everyone and with you. He’s simply there to check on Monsieur Little Apple, so you don’t need to worry much about bumping into him! (Unless if that is what you desire.)

As for Vil, he treats you as normally as he would with his other dorm students; professionally. Though admittedly, he has been seeing a significant amount of effort from you in comparison to the others—something he greatly respects about you. Vil will keep notes on how responsible you’ve been and is at least confident enough to not hesitate on asserting yourself in a situation, and how he’s a bit relieved that Epel finally has a companion. Other than that, he’ll leave you to his own devices.

I hope you enjoy your time in your dorm! (Or is it technically your oc..?)