AUSBDJSJDBDB IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THANK YOU SM,, THEY ARE LOVE LETTERS

AUSBDJSJDBDB IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THANK YOU SM,, THEY ARE LOVE LETTERS

Words Unsaid 3, the crumpled page

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Ahsbjsbsjs putting this A/n here today?? Ausbshshs I hope y'all eat this one up too ngl cause the feedback has been,, immaculate sjsbsjsbshshshshdh not over it at all y'all make me giggle and kick my feet <33333

Can be read as x reader since I don't usually put the name down

635 words

Part 1

Part 2

tw: mention of near death (drowning)

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It's been a while since I wrote a letter, I misplaced the last paper and cannot find it, so I'm starting a new one. I wish I had very much more to say but I haven't been seeing you and I've been so exhausted I've reached my breaking point. Heck. I almost drowned, simply because the water breathing potion wore off early. I guess being out of this world does that. But it hasn't stopped me from panicking. I'm recovering fine but it's very lonely in ramshackle. I already mentioned I have barely any friends and the ones I do have are very busy. Jack comes from time to time and Leona sends Ruggie to check on me. Winter holidays are starting soon. Will you be leaving? I hope I'll see you before you do. I want to look at you again, see those pretty eyes one more time before you're gone for a while.

I'm not sure it's a crush that I feel for you. I'm not saying I would see you as a friend or anything, I definitely feel romantic feelings for you, but my concern is they feel.. stronger than a simple crush should. I long to kiss you, hold you. I want you to love me as I do you. Jamil Viper, you have my heart.

I've made up my mind to visit Scarabia today. I heard the dorm is staying here. I want to see you. I need to see you. I'm so happy to see you.

The housewarden Kalim had something floating around his eyes when he was acting up. A spell. But I haven't seen it before. It was odd, pretty even. It reminded me of you but I've hardly a clue what spell it is, when I get back to ramshackle, I'll be researching, surely that spell is the cause of your woes. And I will find out what it is, if only to slightly lighten the burden placed on you. You who is like a walking dream, the most wonderful of desert mirages. I wish I could tell you to your face.

The paper was crumpled and slightly ripped at the edges. Ink had somewhat covered a large portion of the paper that held scribbles about theories of what was going on, and further ramblings about just how beautiful the writer thought he was, how they longed for him, loved him even. And it was not Inky that held it. Dark eyes skimmed the text that grew more and more unreadable. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Blast it all. Hissing filled his ears. Hissing that was not there. His mind played tricks, not yet recovered from the heavy strain his body had been under. He hated it all, hated how he had accidentally blinded himself. How he'd overlooked something so obvious, she did always wear her heart on her sleeve.

He wished he could read more, but he'd dripped it full of ink. He'd crumpled it. He'd thrown it aside. By coincidence it wound up in his grasp again when he had returned to Scarabia, sitting down to rest his aching and unrecovered legs.

Jamil messed up. He really did. He felt blind and stupid and most of all he felt crushed, he was sure that the prefect no longer felt that way about him. He was sure she hated him now. How else would anyone feel if they'd have done to them what he'd done to her? For the first time he deeply regretted lashing out at someone. His anger wasn't even directed at her. He felt his eyes glaze over, blinking away his tears. It was his fault. But maybe. Maybe he could express himself, his sorrow and his apologies. He would have to. If only to selfishly soothe the painful feeling in his chest.

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@leonistic

@azulashengrottospiano

@dove-da-birb

@krenenbaker

Jajsbsusbjs thank you (I don't actually know how to tag and what to tag them with nsjdbsusv)

I was so excited when you followed me back and then I scared myself when I realised I posted something, a written thing, that you're gonna see and now I'm like "well I can't take it down but now I'm scared the cool person I like will judge this" but ausbsjsbsb I'm not taking it down I spent too much effort in it hiiii

I need to let out my posting anxiety I'm sorry I'm not used to posting

hush the cool person™️ liked what you wrote as he likes everything that all their moots write!! :3 also btw if you want your ficlets/fics/drabbles to be seen by more people you have to add more tags akdfhgueis

Aidhdisbsb we can SHARE OUR ART IF U WANT?? AND HELP EACHOTHER?? IDK?? YAS??

Aight time for my one Tumblr post since I now have a reason to,, yk,,, actually show people my stuff online

In short this is for my one and only moot <3 you know who you are

As you can see I do trad art in my sketchbook,,

I will lore dump if you ask but it's wild so

>:3 mwahaha I'm not telling you what happens next but I*am* taking a break from art to write or at least start on part 4 >;)

Words Unsaid 3, the crumpled page

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Ahsbjsbsjs putting this A/n here today?? Ausbshshs I hope y'all eat this one up too ngl cause the feedback has been,, immaculate sjsbsjsbshshshshdh not over it at all y'all make me giggle and kick my feet <33333

Can be read as x reader since I don't usually put the name down

635 words

Part 1

Part 2

tw: mention of near death (drowning)

♪~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♪

It's been a while since I wrote a letter, I misplaced the last paper and cannot find it, so I'm starting a new one. I wish I had very much more to say but I haven't been seeing you and I've been so exhausted I've reached my breaking point. Heck. I almost drowned, simply because the water breathing potion wore off early. I guess being out of this world does that. But it hasn't stopped me from panicking. I'm recovering fine but it's very lonely in ramshackle. I already mentioned I have barely any friends and the ones I do have are very busy. Jack comes from time to time and Leona sends Ruggie to check on me. Winter holidays are starting soon. Will you be leaving? I hope I'll see you before you do. I want to look at you again, see those pretty eyes one more time before you're gone for a while.

I'm not sure it's a crush that I feel for you. I'm not saying I would see you as a friend or anything, I definitely feel romantic feelings for you, but my concern is they feel.. stronger than a simple crush should. I long to kiss you, hold you. I want you to love me as I do you. Jamil Viper, you have my heart.

I've made up my mind to visit Scarabia today. I heard the dorm is staying here. I want to see you. I need to see you. I'm so happy to see you.

The housewarden Kalim had something floating around his eyes when he was acting up. A spell. But I haven't seen it before. It was odd, pretty even. It reminded me of you but I've hardly a clue what spell it is, when I get back to ramshackle, I'll be researching, surely that spell is the cause of your woes. And I will find out what it is, if only to slightly lighten the burden placed on you. You who is like a walking dream, the most wonderful of desert mirages. I wish I could tell you to your face.

The paper was crumpled and slightly ripped at the edges. Ink had somewhat covered a large portion of the paper that held scribbles about theories of what was going on, and further ramblings about just how beautiful the writer thought he was, how they longed for him, loved him even. And it was not Inky that held it. Dark eyes skimmed the text that grew more and more unreadable. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Blast it all. Hissing filled his ears. Hissing that was not there. His mind played tricks, not yet recovered from the heavy strain his body had been under. He hated it all, hated how he had accidentally blinded himself. How he'd overlooked something so obvious, she did always wear her heart on her sleeve.

He wished he could read more, but he'd dripped it full of ink. He'd crumpled it. He'd thrown it aside. By coincidence it wound up in his grasp again when he had returned to Scarabia, sitting down to rest his aching and unrecovered legs.

Jamil messed up. He really did. He felt blind and stupid and most of all he felt crushed, he was sure that the prefect no longer felt that way about him. He was sure she hated him now. How else would anyone feel if they'd have done to them what he'd done to her? For the first time he deeply regretted lashing out at someone. His anger wasn't even directed at her. He felt his eyes glaze over, blinking away his tears. It was his fault. But maybe. Maybe he could express himself, his sorrow and his apologies. He would have to. If only to selfishly soothe the painful feeling in his chest.

♪~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♪

@leonistic

@azulashengrottospiano

@dove-da-birb

@krenenbaker

OMG UWHSHSUSH THEY'RE SO COOL :DDDDD

Aight time for my one Tumblr post since I now have a reason to,, yk,,, actually show people my stuff online

In short this is for my one and only moot <3 you know who you are

As you can see I do trad art in my sketchbook,,

I will lore dump if you ask but it's wild so

SORU WHY SJSBSUBSSISBJDJD ;-;

CRYING CAUSE OF YOU SO WELL DONE HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY KIKE THIS

angel face, call me by my real name || leona kingscholar

there was a masked stranger in this dingy town, which made him all the more interesting. most of his face was covered by a white mask that was chipped near his chin, the only part of his face seen the scar over his bright green eye.

word count: 600 words

a/n: the third of 10 fics!! this is based off of my cursed!leona au, where he is cursed to live as long as a fae is [the reason is unknown] bc you know he kinda has to suffer :)

leona kingscholar 2023 birthday event

there was a masked stranger in this dingy and strange town, which made him all the more interesting. most of his face was covered by a white mask that was chipped near his chin, the only part of his face seen the scar over his bright green eye. where he came from and where he was going no one knew, for he actively avoided the residents of this small town. everyone except you, you think as the man walks into the small cafe you own, silently ordering a coffee with a little cream. come to think of it, you’ve never heard him speak.

the man’s well-read and combat-trained maybe or maybe not, you note as you see him walk past your little shop, hood covering his ears and the loose hoodie he wears almost covering his tail. in his hand is a novel, le prince balafré, and you wonder why he’s reading about a mythical prince from a kingdom that doesn’t even exist anymore. you note that he does understand fresnian, so you take to calling him leon. he weirdly responds to the name. 

the man one day gives you his number, clearly tired of his own exile, and as you chat with him, you see the man behind the scar and the hoodie- a relaxed yet self-aware man, an absolute flirt, and someone kind and gentle, but used to being scorned. when you kiss him under the moonlight after your third date, he kisses back, and you can distinctly feel fangs and sharp teeth hidden under the softest lips, and oh, that lights a different kind of fire for this relationship, as new as it is. 

the first time he calls your name, you drop expensive china on the floor, and he turns away to laugh as you blush a furious red. He says your name in a hoarse voice unused to speaking as many times as you ask that night, and you make sure to either order him or cook him his favourite dishes. and you make sure to hug him and call out his name too (or is it?). 

a week after calling your name, he’s gone, vanishing into thin air without a trace. you knew this would happen, you knew he wouldn’t stay… but somehow, you had hoped he would stay for you, or take you with him, moving from town to town, city to city, country to country. You didn’t mind shutting this little cafe- not for him, anyway. you don’t see him for a month after that, when he turns up in the rain, battered and bruised and bleeding.

“my name is leona. leona kingscholar,” he pants through the pain and spits through the blood as you patch him up, pausing for a second before realising exactly who he is, not just to you, but to the entire twisted wonderland. “please don’t kick me out.” he whispers as you stay silent.

“le prince balafré,” you murmur- the scarred prince, the cursed prince, fated to roam the land for as long as the person he killed is not born again to kill him, as a blood debt is always repaid in blood- and as you move to nuzzle his cheek, he pauses, clearly confused. “it’s okay. i won’t kick you out. rest well, ‘kay? call me if you need me.” 

“wait.” leona grabs your hand, eyes wide. “why would you-”

“i care about you. that’s all.” 

and that has always been the truth, you think as you bury him silently in the rain, leona dead after 1700 years of roaming restlessly. 

“rest well, my love.”

i made myself kinda be sad today :( idk why.

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