#Twisted Weddings

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: The Video Ad - For Better or Worse - Leona

Summary: Time for the final ad. The video one which you were going to be starring in with Leona at your side as possibly the most grudging groom ever. But even then, you couldn’t quite help but enjoy yourself at the antics you got into with the beastman.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1059

I really didn’t know how I’d managed to forget that the final model for the groom’s clothes was Leona. But I had.

And, in true Leona fashion, he managed to look perfectly amazing in his suit. Infuriatingly so.

Though that wasn’t to say that any of the other guys hadn’t exactly looked exactly. It was just that they somehow weren’t as annoying. Though, to be fair, none of them had been smirking at me the way he was as I walked over to him. Doing my best to ignore the way the train on my dress dragged along the ground behind me or the way my veil fluttered around me.

But I couldn’t deny that my outfit was perfectly glorious, and I had no doubts it had to be.

After all, I was going to be standing next to a prince for this ad.

“I’m surprised you're not drowning in all that white, Herbivore,” Leona didn’t even bother to hide his amusement as he crossed his arms. Leaning up against the doorway of the chapel we would be walking out of for this video.

Because Crewel had already explained it. 

The road was going to be lined with our classmates, who were going to be dressed as wedding guests and throwing petals at us the very second we opened the door. The video itself would be of us walking out of the church.

Hence the train on my dress.

I met Leona’s grin with a largely unimpressed expression as I came to a stop, lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, “I’ve gotten used to wearing this much white over the past few days.”

He snorted at my dry tone, pushing himself off the wall and offering me his elbow even as he eyed the door with a rather impressive level of distaste, “Well, let’s get this over with then.”

I felt myself grin at his muttered words, and I glanced his way as I rested my hand in the crook of his arm, “Hey, for better or worse, right?”

“And something tells me it's definitely going to be worse. There’s no way a single one of those idiots is going to hold back,” I almost snickered at his words, earning myself a slight look even as I reveled in his mild annoyance.

“It won’t be so bad. It’s just petals,” I patted his arm in a faux show of comfort, and he rolled his eyes, looking back towards the doors as we both braced for them to swing open.

“You obviously haven’t ever been caught in a frenzy of confetti,” I felt my eyebrows lift at his bitter words. Idly wondering exactly when he’d been caught in a so-called ‘frenzy of confetti.’

“No, I can’t say I have,” I shifted idly, wondering exactly what our cue would be for us to take off.

Leona reached over, adjusting his tie as he continued to eye the doors in front of us, “Count yourself lucky then, Herbivore.”

As if his bitter words were a signal, the doors swung open, and we were immediately greeted by loud cheers that almost had me stepping backwards in surprise. The only thing that stopped me was Leona starting forward purposefully and hauling me along with him.

“Remember to smile,” I mumbled the reminder right as he tugged me into a veritable explosion of petals as everyone laughed around us. Utterly delighted to drown me and Leona in flower petals for the sake of advertising.

“Speak for yourself, Honey,” His words were perfectly saccharine, and I almost shot him a look at the way he emphasized the perfectly mocking endearment.

But I hardly had the time as we sped up, and distantly I wondered if our hurried footsteps would ruin the video, but I hardly cared as more petals rained down around us as if everyone were attempting to blind us.

Frenzy of confetti, indeed. I could hardly see anything for all the soft, white petals that we were being pelted with. In fact, from my and Leona’s perspective, it looked more like a snowstorm than any shower of petals.

Distantly, through the cheers and whoops of our classmates, I heard Leona mutter something, and then next thing I knew, I was getting yanked towards him.

I let out a startled sound as he scooped me up and took off at an even more brisk pace as I wrapped my arms instinctively around his shoulders.

Cheers and whistles broke out all around us the moment I was in his arms, and I could almost perfectly imagine Crewel’s annoyed face.

Because this was definitely going off-script.

But even knowing that we might get in serious trouble with our alchemy professor over this, I felt myself start laughing. Slowly at first, with just a few giggles at the ridiculousness of the situation, before I was laughing aloud and slumping slightly against Leona in the throes of my own amusement.

But who would have ever pictured Leona, in a suit, toting me, in a wedding dress, as our classmates effectively attempted to commit murder via petals?

By the time we emerged on the other end of the street and free of the petals, I had my face buried in the side of Leona’s neck as I strained to catch my breath between giggles as our classmates laughed behind us.

I straightened slowly, out of breath, as Leona turned with me to glower at our classmates, and I watched as Crewel emerged from the sidelines.

And, despite all my expectations, he looked grudgingly pleased.

Next to him, the cameraman looked elated as he stumbled over towards us, words streaming from his mouth as he looked towards Crewel, “That was amazing! It was so natural and fluid! People are going to love this. I guarantee it.”

Crewel crossed his arms, idly surveying the lot of us as he shook his head with an expression that bordered on fondness even as Leona shot a look over at the cameraman. His words leaving no room for argument even as I grinned at both him and the way his tail whipped around behind him, “Good. Because we aren’t doing it again.”

And despite Leona’s irritable words I knew quite simply that, for my part, if Crewel were to ask again, I would be more than willing to model clothes with these boys again.

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[lemonlumens]

crazy that they literally got married and still don’t have a trust title

[rayroseu]

I really appreciate the beauty of Malleus New Year's card. But most importantly, other than its gorgeousness, I also appreciate how it pays so much homage to his status and character, from the flowers, the clothes, and the setting. 🥹

We know that wisterias were prevalent in his Dorm Groovy SSR, this time its another flower which is the red plum blossom here😭❤️

In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances.

The way this flower's meaning is so matched with Malleus' character is so precious. We know he's "the herald of spring" because his birth brought forth a hope that the Draconias(or the faes in general) won't die out just yet (the ending of winter) and the fact that this flower blooms even in winter probably symbolizes the fact that when he was an egg, he was still perservering to live. This also applies to his life as he grows up. With the way even if his life is riddled with loneliness and exclusion, he makes an effort to go out and adjust himself with others, he doesn't give up even if his reality consistently places him in situation where his goals can never be achieved (that is, him being accepted socially and him being ignorant of human culture but still makes an effort to understand it), he just continues to be hopeful that someone/ some place will invite him, therefore his ability to thrive in adverse circumstances.

The way he slowly rises in this card makes me feel like it symbolizes how slow paced Malleus is "in going out/getting used to outside of his comfort zone", actually lol. He described his admission to NRC as him being nervous because its an unknown place but still hopeful for the experiences that he might get(acccording to the vignette of his GloMas SSR), just like him here rising from the snow and the way he lifts the veil which makes me think he wants to see the world outside of his country's point of view with his own eyes.

Japanese tradition holds that the Plum (or ‘ume’) is celebrated as a protective charm against evil, so the ume is traditionally planted in the northeast of the garden, the direction from which evil is believed to come.

I also read this symbolism which makes me tear up lmaooo 😭Because we know in Book 7, Briarland was invaded from northeast where the Silver Owls originated from 💀 The fact that the plum blossom is a protection flower and he's surrounded with it in this card makes me think that it symbolizes how protected he was during Briarland's era 😭and another thing to dissect from his slow rise from the snow with the fact the plum blossom signifies protection is probably the fact that he took so long to hatch despite many people caring for him.

Side note that in Malleus Bloom Birthday Groovy, it implied that he was born in daytime during a snowfall, and he was happy experiencing the winter, just like in this New Years card where he's smiling against the heavy snowfall 🥹

In Japan, plum blossoms symbolize good fortune, an auspicious flower, along with pine and bamboo, and the arrival of early spring. They are often used as the design for New Year’s greeting cards and other celebratory occasions. (And maybe this is just the likely reason why this flower is here in Malleus' card and I'm overthinking it above lol

Next thing I want to mention is his clothes, that attire reminds me of the formal outfit of a Japanese Emperor (From what I searched, its called sokutai, but what Malleus wears is much more simpler I guess, its a outfit derived from it which is called ikan.) This post is a great overview about these two outfits.

Ikan is the work clothes of nobles and government officials in the Imperial Court after the Heian period. Sokutai is a formal costume for those from the Emperor to the court nobles in and after Heian period (Heian costume). Ikan is called 'tonoi (nighttime) costume', whereas sokutai is called 'hino (daytime) costume'. (which probably references the fact that he's a night fae)

The point is, what Malleus wears in this card is a very traditional garment that only high ranking Japanese officials can wear. But what he wears isn't the clothes of an emperor yet, but just for a high ranking official, which is accurate to his status that he's still a crown prince not yet the king, because only Maleficia truly rules Briar Valley right now.

I love the decision that they made him wear such a prestigious outfit because the story of the New Years event is the characters working on customer service lol Its like his clothes is a reminder that he is still highly distinguished even if temporarily he's a worker.

Lastly the VEIL !!!!!! That's the thing that catched my eyes the most in this card lol I KNOW they're not referencing a wedding here because the veil don't look the same, but its so good not to mention that the one of the headress of a Japanese bride is called tsunokakushi and its description can be related with Malleus a lot lol.

The term is a compound of 角 (tsuno, "horn") + 隠し (kakushi, "hiding"). This derivation is listed in some sources as a reference to hiding a bride's "horns" of anger, jealousy, or other negative qualities, in order to present a more virtuous image for the wedding. However, this interpretation might be a folk etymology resulting from a shift in the reading and meaning.

The headdress and the veil aren't the same thing but I kinda feel like this is the idea they're going for considering the veil is 1) hiding his horns, 2) he's a character associated with being jealous, and most importantly, 3) only the person he is looking at can see his face (which is the point of most wedding veils/headdress, to hide the bride's face so that only her partner can see it).

But long veils, like the one Malleus is holding is also just a garment for a noble to hide their nobility. Which is this is probably the likely reason, considering he's using that veil to cover up his horns and his clothes, the most obvious features of his status.

Also, it could be just a fun reference to the fact that Maleficent in live action wore a long veil to hide her horns so that she wouldn't scare the humans lol

[srldesigns6277]

Previously unseen Video of Harry and Anne dancing together.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[ryllen]

when u love being called 'love'

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's all fun and games until...

[Commission for @dontheckinswear]

[dedicatedtocas]

Happy two year anniversary to these two silly guys 🫶

[estcaligo]

omg Sebek-themed earrings look so gorgeous 💚💚💚💚

all Dia actually look gorgeous

[moonfirebrides]

Photography by Ashley Simmons

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #5 - Veiled Dreams - Vil

Summary: Your fifth photoshoot was with Vil, and you honestly weren’t as worried about this one. After all, not only was Vil a professional, anyone who saw the picture would be looking at him. Not you. All you had to do was relax which was always an easy thing to do with Vil. He was quite the reliable young man after all.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1435

I shifted slightly where I lay on my side on the ground as I watched Vil get settled right beside me. 

Our heads were right side by side with our bodies stretched out in the soft grass that brushed ticklishly at my fingers. But Vil and I almost formed parallel lines despite the fact that we only overlapped where our heads were.

My eyes met his, and I felt myself smile slightly at him as I let my head rest comfortably on the ground. 

I already knew what our pose was going to be this time. One that was meant to show off the massive skirt of the pristine dress I wore as well as the delicate little cap sleeves that were made wholly from lace.

My arms were already curled so that one of my hands rested under my head while the other rested lightly against my chest. Hiding the lace that also covered the bodice of my dress in a surprising move. But when it came right down to it, most people who saw this image would probably be looking at Vil even despite his relatively simplistic suit.

He was the celebrity after all. And even in the simplistic and classic black and white of his outfit, he looked amazing. Which was hardly surprising when one took even a single passing glance at his face.

And he was wholly relaxed as he faced my way even as he lay on his back, one arm pillowing his head as his gaze held mine.

He let out a soft sigh as he looked at me before speaking, his tone amusingly dry and causing me to smile, “What is it?”

I let my head rest comfortably against my hand as I felt my smile spread, at odds with the way Vil seemed to be fighting the smile that was hinted at only by the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly as I quietly answered, “I was just wondering how your fans are going to react to this picture. Did Rook say anything?”

“Only that he desperately wished he could be here and that he would try to get a peek at us from afar,” I almost laughed at both Vil’s words and the image of Rook sitting in a tree somewhere nearby.

It was very on-brand for Rook, though. In fact, a little too on-brand. I wouldn’t put it past him to be spying on us and taking pictures of his own right this very instant, though I opted to stay silent as Vil continued.

“As for my fans… I imagine they’ll have questions about who you are. Gossip always does love to run rampant after all,” Vil remained unbothered, but I felt myself frown slightly at his words.

I didn’t know much about the life of being a celebrity save for what Vil told me. But I couldn’t help but worry about whether the gossip might hurt Vil in some way.

I was confident in his ability to take nasty words, but when it came to issues of rumors damaging his image….

“It won’t hurt your popularity, will it?” I held his gaze worriedly, and a smile flickered across his face.

His eyebrows arched before an amused smile spread across his face, “Tater tot… Are you worried about me?”

I felt my expression shift to something more pouty as his words and my fingers curled into my hand as I frowned at him, “Well, it could, couldn’t it?”

He snorted lightly, “Feasibly, but I’m not worried about that, so neither should you be. In fact, you should be more focused on posing properly.”

I wrinkled my nose in slight confusion, “Have I messed up somehow?”

His smile twitched slightly in a subtle show of amusement, “No, but once they throw the veil over us, you won’t be able to move around.”

I felt myself frown at his teasing, almost shaking my head before realizing that would just be playing into his teasing because I would have to move slightly, “I haven’t been moving around.”

He laughed, more of an exhale than anything, but he stayed silent as Crewel leaned over the two of us. His arms crossed and eyebrows arched, “Are you two ready then?”

I blinked, not entirely sure how long he’d been quite so close even as Vil nodded up at our instructor, his voice shifting to something more businesslike, “Yes, we’re ready.”

Crewel nodded before slowly lowering the gauzy veil over us as I hurriedly looked back towards Vil and forced myself to go still.

I exhaled softly, my gaze meeting Vil’s amethyst one, and a small smile flickered across my face before I closed my eyes. And even then I could feel Vil’s steady gaze still resting on me, and distantly I wondered what expression he was making and what we looked like right now.

A bride and a groom stretched out in the soft grass. Me looking like I was asleep, lost to the world of dreams, and Vil looking at me with some unknown expression on his face.

My fingers curled into my hand as I concentrated on staying still as I listened to the photographer make varying suggestions about Vil closing his eyes for a few more shots and other such ideas.

But finally, after what felt like ages, Crewel spoke up, “Okay, that looks good, you two.”

I exhaled, letting the breath I’d been holding out as I opened my eyes to immediately find Vil already looking at me with perfect calm and a slight smile. And it was perfectly obvious that he’d been far more relaxed than I had been the entire time.

But then, he was the professional here.

I hummed slightly as the veil got pulled off of us, and we both sat up, my hands falling to rest in my lap, “So how did I do?”

He was on his feet before I was and already reaching down to help me up as he smiled slightly at my words, “From what I saw? Just fine. But if the rumors are anything to go by, you’ve been handling all of your photoshoots well.”

I snorted slightly as he pulled me to my feet, and I brushed at the skirt of my dress, checking for any loose grass or trash, “I’m surprised you haven’t seen the photos from other shoots. Azul said he had, so I figured they were already circulating around the school.”

“I would imagine Azul used his own means to gain access to your pictures,” Vil let go of my hand, a knowing grin on his face that had me chuckling slightly as I nodded.

“Well, he did mention Jade, but I wouldn’t have put it past him to sell his access to those photos,” I grinned at the young man as he nodded, agreeing with an amused nod.

“Nonetheless, I imagine this bridal line will go over quite well,” Vil tilted his head slightly, and I blinked at him before nodding in agreement.

“The dresses and suits are all beautiful,” I felt myself smile as I spoke, but it was true. Every single outfit I’d worn so far had been beautiful in its own way. And so had all of the suits. Even the most simplistic ones were well tailored and stood out from the crowd in the same way the men who’d worn them for the photos did.

Which was to be expected, in many ways, since Crewel was the one who’d designed them. But it didn’t make them any less nice.

Something flickered in Vil’s eyes, almost like he was considering saying something before he shook his head. a slight smile on his face that spoke of some secret I didn’t know of, “Either way, I imagine that I will get to see how we looked in the photograph soon enough should I ask Rook.”

I frowned at him slightly, crossing my arms, “You think he’s here?”

Vil looked at me, his eyebrows arching, and I felt myself chuckle as I nodded, thinking back to my own previous thoughts, “Right, stupid question. If you do get to see them, let me know how they look.”

Vil’s smile turned more amused, “I can tell you how they look right now without even seeing them, Tater tot.”

And with only those words he turned and walked off. Leaving me staring after him with a slight smile on his face.

Because it was certain that the pictures turned out well. There was no way Vil would be satisfied, much less in a good mood, if they hadn’t.

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[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Heyyyy I'm still alive and kicking, been doing a lot during the summer and I got some vacant time now so let's go (Kalim's Dream):

We're getting right into the action ya'll we are currently transmigrating into Kalim's dream and Vil is not having a good time (he's screaming his ass off). We land in front of a school and Vil is just distraught about dream hopping that Yuu, Grim and Idia are making fun of him for it 😭; but Vil wasn't letting it slide with Idia (he threatened to smash his screen/LCD).

Ok yeah going back we see a fountain with the sultan's (the sultan from Aladdin) statue in the middle. Then Grim get curious of said statue that he jumps??? into the fountain??? Then we get the KALIM APPEARANCE RAHHHH

He explains to the group that the sultan serves as the main figure of the school they're in: Qasr Sultanate Academy. Kalim also doesn't recognize any of them because he's a second year of the school, he also doesn't recognize NRC but once he heard that they were from Sage's Island; he assumes they're having a tour.

He also notices that the group is dying from the heat due to their uniforms, so he uses Oasis Maker to hydrate them. We learn that in this dream, Kalim manifested his magic at the age of 14 and created the academy to train his magic (OKAY DAMNNNN THAT'S JUST A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF RICH). That's when Kalim summons his servants to give the guys a feast because apparently you can bring servants to the school even if then if they won't be considered as "students" and Sebek's like "NRC doesn't even permit outsiders" (talk about culture shock)

That's when they start talking about stories from their homeland, Kalim brings up the story of Aladdin and the Sultan; while Silver and Sebek bring up the story of Sleeping Beauty. Grim notices that while Kalim isn't that much different, it's strange that he isn't at NRC knowing how much he loves the school. That's when Ortho makes the connection between Kalim and Vil, what could be the possible tragedy that happened for Kalim not to be at NRC in his dream (well they're about to find out) then we get a JAMIL JUMPSCARE

(why is he smiling, it kinda scares me)

So what Kalim really wanted was to be friends with Jamil despite their differing statuses (aw :( ) and thus the group plays along by introducing themselves to this Fake!Jamil. Vil's impressed with Silver and Sebek's acting skills, I mean if you have encountered a war general, a buff twink and a Savanaclaw fanboy; you'd at least pick up on some acting along the way.

But of course, Silver and Sebek do know that there is something off about the Fake Jamil because he asked Kalim to get something for him and they're just calling the Fake out 💀. That's when Fake!Jamil reveals itself as the darkness and tries to drag Kalim down with him, but Kalim is starting to remember everything.

KALIM SMACKS US WITH THE QUESTION FROM BOOK 4 IMA JUMP OFF GOODBYE

That's when Fake!Jamil uses Snake Whisper on Kalim but Kalim wasn't buying it then the Fake!Jamil starts saying stuff along the lines of how they grew up as brothers and have never been shy with each other despite their positions. That's when Vil snaps Kalim out of the dream about how he still kept trying to befriend Jamil despite having him betrayed by him in the past. That eventually wakes Kalim up

That's when the scene changes to Book 4's overblot battle, when Fake! Jamil tries to help Kalim stand; he swats the fake's hand away. That's when Kalim replies to Vil that it's because he's Jamil's master, not his best friend. But Kalim tells the Fake that he wants to befirend the real Jamil, not him.

Thus the fight begins and once it's done, Kalim cries now let me show you his groovy

(if he's sad, we are all sad too)

The whole plan is then revealed to Kalim, who is now fully awake. Kalim is now added to the party because he's the only one who can awaken Jamil because they know each other. He also mentions that it's usually done the opposite way (Jamil doing the waking up), so it's nice to see the roles swapped.

I don't think my summaries captures the full essence of Kalim's dream so I really recommend that you watch english translations if they're out. But yeah will be translating Jamil's dream in a bit, took me awhile cuz I had a lot of things to do but yeah see ya'll soon~

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[quartztwst]

AZUL GROOM CARD SNEAK PEEKK!!!

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Wedding dress exercises with some of the more popular TWST ships. 

Why? Because I thought it was funny.

[ryllen]

[ it was a pure chaotic joyful wedding ] | ✌️

[angelwishess]

GUYS!!!!!! We’re all focused on the fankids… BUT… I GOTTA ASK ☝️

What do your ship’s wedding / engagement rings look like? Who proposed, and how did they do it??

For Floyra… They both proposed at the same time! I imagine it was Floyd that actually did it first, then Kyra whipped out the ring box shes been hiding so she could propose too. <3

The rings they got eachother !!

I didnt know what to make Floyd wear PLELAEE

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SORRY FOR TAGGING BUT IM SO CURIOUS🙏🙏