The Boy!!! Lookit! Lookit The Boi!!!

I have a lot of twst headcannons lying around...THEY ARE NOW BEING SUBJECTED TO BEING WRITING PROMPTS.

If anyone has headcannons I can add to my ever growing list feel free to yeet them into the ask box. Im going to run out of headcannons eventually so any ideas are welcome :> (plus more writing material)

(psst, the first one will be posted sometime this afternoon :> )

Levi: Your ugly when you lie Mammon!

Mammon: But, I'm not lying!

Levi: Then why are you ugly!?

Mammon: >:0

Slowly figuring out how perspective works (behold my figure things :>)

There was a note on your locker.

And it wasn't even close to being hidden. It was dead smack in the middle of the door for the world to see. Clearly this person had the confidence of the seven themselves or they really didn't have anything to hide within the contents of said letter.

That being said, upon closer inspection, there was no name on it to indicate who sent it. There was nothing on the front of the envelope besides your name, which was elegantly scrawled across the middle of the blank space in dark purple ink. Despite the bold action of smacking it dead on the outside of the locker, there was still the fact that whoever it was didn't want you to know who sent it to you, at least not yet. Maybe it was a kind of scavenger hunt? Or maybe they weren't ready to tell you just yet, summoning courage behind closed doors and fake facades until they had enough saved up for a burst of adrenalized determination.

You peeled the letter off the locker, carefully sliding it into your bag to read later. The letter practically burned a hole in your thoughts as you walked to your next class. You wanted to discover the contents of the letter as soon as possible, but Crewel would have your hide if you were late to another one of his classes. The investigation would have to wait.

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You practically ran back to Ramshackle when classes were over, ignoring Ace’s question of whether he could possibly cheat off study with you in favor of starting your investigation sooner. Hurridly taking your shoes off at the door you slid into the dorm, making a beeline for your room and brushing past the disgruntled cat roommate. Once you reached said room you closed the door with your foot and threw your bag onto the bed, opening it to fish out the letter. If you were going to start your investigation, reading the contents would be the best start.

Breaking the seal on the envelope, the slip of paper was carefully pulled out and flipped open with a snap. It read:

Dear Prefect,

I will make it clear up front that this letter is not to be shown to anyone else. While I'm sure your curious as to who the sender of this letter is and want all the help you can get, I believe you will find the end result much more satisfying if solved by yourself. Think of it as a scavenger hunt of sorts. Please fight off the temptation to do so the best you can.

At the end of every two days a new letter will appear in your locker, each with a different clue or clues that should allow you to deduct who I am. The end result, should you solve the puzzle, will be one that I believe you will enjoy. I eagerly await your efforts.

-Anonymous

Well, that didn't help much, save for the fact the letter sounded suspiciously formal. Either this was truly how the sender wrote letters, or it was one heck of a ploy to throw you off. Regardless the letter was well crafted, the sender being clever enough to leave enough clues to get a start.

Hints:

-Elegant handwriting

-purple ink

-formal tone

Now came the harder part: narrowing down the suspects. There wasn't much to go off of, but perhaps waiting for the next letter would provide better points in the right direction.

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Feel free to leave your ideas on who it could be in the comments or in reblogs :>

I apologize for being very dormant on this blog, I have been in a huge writing slump and I'm trying to get back out of it. Once I do I will make sure to treat y'all to some good writing :] 💛

*Mc back on their taking names too literal streak*

Mc:.......

Floyd: :>

Mc: your not a leech, your an eel

Floyd:....wut 0-0

Mc: your last name is leech, but your an eel not a leech

Floyd: and?

Mc: Why isn't your last name accurate >:[

Jade: Prefect I think it would be odd.if we were called 'Floyd Eel' and 'Jade Eel'

Mc: ...fair point fair point

*points towards Azul*

Mc: But can we at least call him Ink Ashengrotto so his name is somewhat accurate?

Floyd: PFFFFFT-

Azul: Excuse me...WHAT

Mc: you know, cause your black not blue

Azul: THERE ARE BETTER WORDS

Mc: I mean yeah but...your an octopus that is

black so I figured ink made sense

Azul: >:[

*Jade and Floyd dying of laughter*

Sure bud, why not.

*unhinged happy noises*

How would you react? (reblog and tell me for part 2 >:3)

I know I haven't really posted any writing on my blog yet but I would love to take part in this! If I could, could I take 28?

Collab with me? [6/30]

Summary; I've got a few ideas but need a few friends to lend a hand with it.

1st of all; since i am a glutton for starting projects and bouncing between them faster than Floyd's mood can swing this should surprise no one, of course I'd have something like this to talk about. it would be a 30-day event where each author posts a fic on their day, I think it could be a nice fit for the month of April. Of course the event can only be launched properly if we fill up all the spots, meaning reblogs might be needed to find all these people. I won't be strict about the fic quota; sky is the limit, go whack.

Pranks

Surprise gift(s)

Unexpected alliance

Pay back

Secret admirer

Welcome (home/back)

“I missed you”

Protective

“You’re lucky I love you” “I know”

Sick day

Clingy

Aftermath

Piggyback Ride

Love, stage one; denial 

Loyal 

"You remembered that?"

“I love it when you laugh”

“We will get married when we grow up!”

Puppy love

Soulmates 

Hints

First date

Anniversaries

Accidental confessions gone right

Fell for Cupid

Jealous (in a cute way)

And when you’re not here (I wait for you to get back) (like a puppy?) (no- ,but- yes..)

Each others' better half

Rings

Day dreams

Deuce: who took my food!? ACE-

Deuce: that was me ten seconds ago, and I realized that friendship is more important than food.

Deuce: *with a bat* that was me fifteen seconds ago, screw it

*slams open door*

Deuce: ACE!

Ace: 0-0

No no Lance, it was a good idea but lacking in planning. What you need to do is tape the can to the blades of the ceiling fan, tape them so they spray on their own, then turn the fan on. That would be the most efficient.

Keith: Lance, who is a grown man who saved the 🌍, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough his guts out when it blew back in his face.