Loopy

@loopylin

Well of course.

@whalekeeper

This is actually so accurate I’m almost crying. XD

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Moth

“Mhm. You can call me Moth. That’s not my real name, and I’m a faerie, not really a moth at all, but… I am rapidly digressing. Do you feel alright?”

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Moth

“If you say so.” Moth bowed his head and pressed his hand to his chest. “I am the Moth Prince. Son desiderium, child of nobody. It is nice to meet you, Ellis.”

@loopylin

That’s a good question

Probably a little more than the students would be comfortable with. Not like, super classified information, but certainly information about their family, royal conflicts, a little about how they were raised, and probably predictions about what they will accomplish in the future.

But you can decide what you w…[Read more]

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Moth

The boy across the table had white hair and a strange mark upon his forehead. His expression was very slightly strained, as if he were in pain, although his voice was pleasant.

“I don’t think so.” The faerie princeling tilted his head in response. “Although if you like, I can pretend I’ve known you forever.”

@keilah-h @rae @loopylin

The fact that Soldier has kids is what sends me.

Lucille

“Its name is Gryllus rubens,” Lucy explained. “Or Gryllus texensis. But… that’s just what I was trying to make. If you think it looks like a… another species, you can, er… call it anything you want.”

@loopylin

Disappeared. Like it had vanished into thin air.

Oh…

L-Lovely. Just, um… lovely.

@Elishavet-pidyon

I’m wondering what Ari will do, hedged in with strangers and with the one seat he was subconsciously saving for Moth taken.

I didn’t notice that at first since it’s from Lois’ POV. That’s pretty funny actually 😂

I live this. XD

Also, @loopylin Loissssss….. Creepy…..

I love him.

@loopylin

YES

@loopylin

neither did he.

@loopylin

Ah, poor Ellis. I hope he and his author are feeling better soon.

@whalekeeper lollll the meme

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Sniper

I looked down at the little object in my hand. It was shaped like an insect, maybe a cricket of some sort.

“They’re pins. You put them on your clothes.” Lucy explained. “They’re gifts, because I think you are all… satisfactory.”

I stared at it for a second, tryna figure out what she mea…[Read more]

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Lucille

As the adults checked on sleepy Mel, Lucy had an idea. She wandered over to her desk – a small, ash-colored piece of furniture with all of her papers and her typewriter stacked on the side. It was much neater in comparison with the mess underneath it.

A part of her wanted to sit down and do her homework; do…[Read more]

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Also Lucy and Mel, if you two keep this up, Gabriel’s going to go full dad.

Poor guy isn’t going to want to leave the labyrinth. Or help Lucy magically grow up again. Or… idk, he just won’t like it if he can’t keep an eye on these girls.

@loopylin @whalekeeper @keilah-h

Gabriel

Gabriel gently squeezed Mel’s hand, casting Huntress a quick look as if he was horrified she would deny a child’s hand like that. He smiled at Lucy, before looking down at Mel. “Did you sleep well? Don’t fall asleep on your feet, okay?”

I know, it’s short. Also Lucy and Mel, if you two keep this up,…[Read more]

Okay, everyone going to bed sounds like a plan!

That’ll also help me, because I haven’t thought of many things for them to come across during the night. There are a couple things. But also if you guys have any ideas, we can play around with those too.

@loopylin

Lucian is scarily observant

Pink. Such a strange color. But it matched the boy king…

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@loopylin

What Koshka said. Her words exactly.

@koshka @elishavet-pidyon @ellette-giselle

Something within me keeps insisting Ari broke Wilhelm’s nose. That has to be factually inaccurate, though.

@loopylin

No no. I think the Remington is perfect. There is no other anyone like Remington. He is the Remington.

@loopylin

I’d guess you’re probably figuring him out. Speaking of which, I’m going to try drawing him now

@loopylin

Idk why, but the way you wrote Ellis in the last post made me like him more.

Callum

“I will. Good night, Ellis.”

Callum looked down at the lemonade glass in his hand. It had been the perfect cool drink on a warm evening. His drink, unlike the others, had a sort of gradient, turning purple at the bottom. He swished it around, and took…[Read more]