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kalu-luwa · 2 years

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ever in your favor pt. 3

aka a continuation of this series, inspiration from @tunabesimpin‘s hunger games event, featuring kyuu (@moomoomooing’s oc), cater diamond, laur dafin (@forgwater’s oc), and logan richtline (@lizzileth’s oc)

special mentions go to @simpingseafood (sasha) and @jackplushie (myre)

i’m very sorry if i got their characters wrong! please tell me so i can fix it ;;

also, please tell me if you don’t want to get tagged!

tw/cw: death, OOC for OCs and canon (sorry ;;), light gore (mentions of blood and wounds), violence, swearing, graves and stuff, unreleased OCs, soulmate as a QPR thing, i’ll add more as i go along

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The undergrowth crackled as the person left their side. The air was cold, but without the biting frost that usually accompanied it. The occasional call of an owl resonated into the night. It would’ve been a pleasant evening if it weren’t for the circumstances surrounding it.

Neph just wanted to go home.

Come morning, Neph found themself sitting next to a warm body. Still alive, if their breathing was anything to go by. They instinctively drew closer to the heat source, wanting to savor the moment.

That is, until they realized who they were next to.

Quickly, they scuttled away from the mystery person. Their face was red, they were sure of it. How did they even end up like that?

The other tribute wakes up with a groan, a grimace in their voice as they stretch their weary bones. “Whew, that was a good nap. G’morning, Nephtali.”

“How do you know my name?” If Neph wasn’t panicking before, they certainly were now. “I don’t remember telling you.”

“You… you did? Last night,” the tribute huffs amusedly, albeit with a nervous undertone. “Did you forget?”

“I don’t recall any of it.”

“Well, you were mumbling in your sleep about a… a Marnya and a Semyon,” the leaves crinkled underfoot as they sat on their heels, “And when I woke you up, you were crying.”

Ah, shit. They saw them in a moment of vulnerability. “I was?”

“Yeah, but after a while you calmed down and we got to talking.” They laughed once more, but this time it was genuine and friendly. “Y’know, you’re a good conversationalist when you want to be. ‘S too bad you can’t remember.”

The tribute sighed, getting up and dusting their pants. “Well, in any case, thanks for letting me stay by you, even if it was just for the night.”

The mystery person was leaving. Neph should’ve been happy, but something in their gut told them to not let them go. Was it because they had dropped their mask for a second, exposing something that could be used as blackmail? Was it because they had a feeling that something was stolen from them? Was it because they may have done something to them in the middle of the night?

Or was it because they were lonely, grieving, in need of another person’s warmth again?

“Wait, wait,” Neph called out, “I never got your name.”

“That’s because I never threw it. And besides, I did tell you. Last night.”

Neph’s face grew hotter, cheeks set ablaze from pure embarrassment. Was their memory really that bad? “Like I said, I don’t remember much… sorry.”

The tribute smiled. Or, at least, they hope they did. “The name’s Kyuu. Nice to meet you for the second time, Neph.”

The water tripped and danced over the smooth rocks, bubbling away as Neph scrubbed their face clean by the riverside. They wished they could wake up from whatever nightmare this place was by splashing the freezing water all over them. In the far recesses of their mind, they wondered what Marnya was getting up to this morning. Was she still in bed, griping and grumbling about waking up early? Was she already awake, in the pantry stuffing her face full with the treats they had collectively saved? Was Semyon with her, carrying one of their younger siblings as he scolded her for not having a healthy breakfast?

Did any of them notice they were gone?

Neph hissed quietly as they cleaned their wounds off, the cold water chilling the soft skin exposed by the lacerations on their feet. It was a miracle it didn’t get infected all this time.

“Really wish I had taken some of that alcohol with me,” they muttered to themself as they bound their feet in makeshift bandages.

They briefly wondered about the other contestants. How were they? Were they doing okay? Have any of them killed each other yet, or have gotten themselves killed? And their families? Are they praying for the survival of their child? Did any of them see their child be killed on national television? What about Sasha’s family?

The memory of the man was still fresh in the fisher’s mind. They thought they heard him in the laughter of the river, calling their name and encouraging them to move forward.

“Shit, I must be going delirious.” When was the last time they ate anything? As they stood up from the waterside, they mumbled a quick prayer for the man and his family.

See you, Sasha. Hope you’re resting okay, wherever you are.

“Oh my god, not again.” The Cater guy was back.

“I promise! I won’t be a bother, I just need someone to stay with until the end of the day, then I’ll be out of your hair!” Cater begged, trailing after Nephtali like a lost puppy as they wandered through the forest. He was really annoying… and somehow quite dense. Did their last encounter not teach him anything?

Nephtali was really close to tearing their hair out. “Last time we met, I promised I would skin you alive and make you eat your lungs. What were you on when you decided to talk to the person who literally threatened to kill you half a day ago?”

“I know you won’t actually go through with it.” At this, Nephtali stopped walking. “You’re a good person, Nephtali, I know it.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do, I guess,” He answered, a smile evident in his voice. “And I don’t think either of us would like it if you did keep your word.” Cater was right. How he managed to figure it out was unnervingly suspicious, however.

A beat of silence. Cater nervously gulped, watching the fisher’s milky eyes narrow in deep thought. Finally, they sighed. “Alright, fine. But don’t expect me to do anything for you, got that? We’re only together until the sun sets.”

“Aye aye, cap’n,” The taller male saluted playfully, earning an eye roll from the shorter one. “Where are we headed first?”

“My original plan was to forage, but now that you’re here, I’m thinking of lying face-up in a pond Ophelia-style,” they grinned sharply, face scrunched up in annoyance.

That elicited a snort from Cater. “Alright, to a pond we go!”

“So, what’s your family like?”

Nephtali held back a groan. “Why do you need to know?”

Cater shrugged audibly. “Dunno, just wanted to get to know you better.”

“Mr. Cater,” Neph grimaced, “need I remind you that we’re not here to make friends?” A rookie mistake, and now they had to pay for it. “We’re here because some sick bastards thought it’d be a great idea to kill a bunch of people for their own amusement.

“Only one of us will get to go home.” They stood up from where they were crouching, gripping onto the dead rabbit they had speared. “I’m not sure why you came with me, but surely you must know that all of us are competing for that spot, yes?”

“Yeah, I know, but can’t I get to know you more before either of us dies?” Cater interrupted, exasperation clear in his voice. “It really wouldn’t hurt, y’know? Haven’t you ever heard of ‘two can keep a secret if one of them is dead’?”

“I still don’t want to. Please, just drop it,” they fired back, almost snarling.

Cater paused, unmoving from his spot. Is he finally tired of them? Will he leave, just like the others did before?

“Ah, I see.” He stalked closer. “You’re scared. You’re scared of being alone.” With every word, he took another step forward. “You’re scared of letting your guard down and being vulnerable.” Neph stumbled back, but he was only coming closer. “You’re scared of trusting others and giving pieces of yourself away, so you lash out in hopes that no one sees how miserable you are.”

“What?-”

“I know, Neph. Don’t try and deny it.” He’s firm on this, his words boring into their soul. “But you know what? So is everyone else. We’re all in this together, when did you forget about the rest of us?”

“We can still be friends. In fact, I’d rather have loved and lost than never loved at all,” his voice softens considerably, honey dripping from his lips, “... isn’t that better?”

He was right.

“Fine. I’ll…I’ll play along with your delusions, if that makes you happy,” they conceded, sitting down on a rock. “What did you want to know about me?”

Cater cheered, his happy-go-lucky demeanor returning. “Right, um… do you have any siblings?”

“Many,” the fisher smiled fondly, tilting their head back slightly, “I’m the eldest out of five children. What about you?”

“Oh, me? Well, I’m…”

“... and his face, too! Can’t believe he fell for the oyster sauce trick! Even Myre wouldn’t have done that!” The Diamond laughed, the night air ringing with mirth.

“Damn, that’s crazy,” Nephtali wheezed, hands wrapped around their torso. “I imagine it tasted horrible.”

“You bet,” another laugh, and then a sigh. “Y’know, I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. Makes me a bit sad that this’ll be my last night here.”

“Yeah…” they mumbled.

Wait.

“Last- last night?” A sudden chill crept up their spine. “What do you mean ‘last night’?”

“Neph-Neph, you and I both know only one of us will make it out of here. You said so yourself.”

“I know that, but where are you leading with this?-”

“It’s probably not gonna be me,” Cater shook his head, “I would much rather it be someone else. Maybe Myre, or you. Whoever comes out on top.” He laughed, but it didn’t hold the same joy as it did last time.

“Cater, what are you-”

“Neph, please kill me.” At this, the fisher stood up and immediately darted back.

“Cater Diamond, what the fuck are you saying?!” It wasn’t just that they were asked to physically take a life, it was also because it was Cater they were killing, and it was Cater who asked.

“I know you’re not deaf, Neph-Neph,” he inched closer to them, to which they stepped further away from him. “Think of it this way; it’s a mercy kill, a win-win. I won’t die a violent or painful death later on, and you get a better chance of winning now that one tribute’s gone.”

“I-I can’t, Cater! You’re my-” they faltered. Was Cater their friend? After half a day of talking, were they considered friends already?

“Neph, please. I’m begging you.”

“What about your family? Your friends?” Neph was hyperventilating by now. A gaping hole was swallowing their stomach the more they talked. “Did Trey or Riddle mean nothing to you? Are you just gonna leave Ace and Deuce like that? What about your sisters, your parents? And Myre, oh my god, Myre! You’ll- you’ll kill them too, if you die!”

It was one thing to elect a person as tribute in a last-man-standing death game. It was another to elect their soulmate too.

“They’ll understand, I promise,” his voice was strained, like he was holding back tears. “If it’s their anger you’re worried about, I can tell you right now, they’d rather me die peacefully than watch me get ripped to shreds or something.”

“No, Cater, please, please don’t,” it’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to think. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, I was wrong, please don’t do this. I’m sorry I said all that, I take it back! I promise, I didn’t mean any of it, I-”

“It’s not you, Neph. Really, it’s not. But please,” his hands grasped theirs tightly, clutching onto a wooden stake, “if you’re really my friend, will you do this for me?”

“Cater, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Cater, let me go, please let me go, I don’t want to do this-”

“Nephtali. I’m begging you. Please, for me?”

“No, wait, Cater!-”

“Hey~ you alive?” a clawed finger pokes at Nephtali’s forehead. They don’t respond, tears still dripping down their bloodied face. “Whew, you look worse for wear- oh. Oh.”

The mound of earth in front of them was decorated with flowers and adorned with a small wooden cross. Neph hadn’t moved in over an hour since they finished the burial.

They killed somebody. They killed someone. They killed Cater.

“Oi. We’re talking to you. You’d better pay attention, now,” A different voice snaps them out of their melancholy. They let out a low hum, not really present, but still listening.

“Bit strange that you’d bury an enemy-” Cater was not an enemy. Far from it. “-but you do you I guess. Say, will you help us with something?”

“Huh? Why?”

“A little birdie told us you had pretty good hearing,” the second voice said, a smirk present in his tone, “We’ve come to make you a deal.”

“If you help us,” the first voice drawled, chuckling a little, “we’ll let you keep a third of the spoils we find. If you don’t…”

“We’ll kill you.”

“Logan, that's not what we- ah whatever. How about it?”

Nephtali should’ve never said yes.

Their job was fairly simple; keep watch. Alert the others of any sounds. Locate any intruders or scavengers. Make sure the target (Liliana, a tribute from the threadspinners of District 8) isn’t aware of what’s going on. Stay silent. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Stay.

Fairly simple, but their conscience begged them not to go through with it.

You’ve already killed Cater, it cries, Why must you kill another?

They don’t know why they covered the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her screams and curses. They don’t know why they looted her stuff. They don’t know why they buried her in the dead of night, a wreath of flowers placed upon her grave.

They don’t know. They don’t remember.

#twst fic #twst #twisted wonderland #twst cater diamond #twisted wonderland cater diamond #cater diamond #espi.ritu #twst oc #nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?)#WHOO BABY TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY

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mellowshipsu · 2 years

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Hello i'd like to ask for a ship for one of my Yuus if that's okay

Miyu doesn't really show her emotions through her expressions nor body language because of that she has a more actions speak for themselves attitude when it comes to expressing herself

As someone who's been judged by her looks she tries not to judge a book by its cover and as such tends to be more understanding of other people’s feelings.

Miyu is actually someone who adapts to the situations she’s put in and make the most of it.

She can be bit playful but she rarely shows this unless it’s online or with family and friends since a lot of teasing can come off rude due to her tone and face.

She usually follows her gut feeling when it comes to acting rather than making a plan for it and it’s more likely to follow her feelings.

i do have some more info you can check if you'd like to x

Miyu the youngest of the set of twins.

Shy and you keep your excitemen in.

Your passion is sewing and making clothes.

Giving your designs to those you love the most.

It might be cliche to say the least.

The person I ship you is also a twin---

Floyd Leech!

(Image by: twisted-rubbish-bin)

Oh lookie here, another twin in the NCR. Of course Miyu piqued the interests of Jade and Floyd. Miyu was minding her own business, sitting under a tree, sketching new designs for dresses she wanted to make. When Floyd first saw Miyu, her long hair reminded him of the leafy seadragons.

So when he approached he called out to Miyu, "Hiii Leafy-chan!"

Miyu looked up confused, was he talking to her?

Jade analyzed her for a second, "Leafy? Hm... Oh? You are calling her a Leafy Seadragon? How cute. Fufufu."

The twins asked what Miyu was doing and she showed them her sketchbook of clothing designs. They both seemed interested in Miyu's drawings, but mostly Floyd. He took the sketchbook from his brother. Floyd liked the dresses she designed, it reminded him of a variety of jellyfish. He told her he really liked human fashion, so he asked Miyu to make something for him.

"Oh sure." Miyu answered which made Floyd grin.

The next day Miyu went to Octavinelle's dorm to take Floyd's measurements. She took his measurements in the room he shared with his brother and giggled every time she touched his torso. When she had all the measurements she needed, she asked him what kind of design and colors he wanted for his tuxedo.

"I dunno. You pick."

Well that didn't help. So Miyu looked into his closet to see what type of clothes he had. He had A LOT of shoes in the closet. She looked and saw a cute shirt with a goofy eel on it. Floyd said that's his favorite shirt. That gave her an idea. So she dismissed herself and went back to her dorm.

Once there she pulled out her fabrics and was ready to get started. Till someone knocked on the door. She got up and opened it to see Floyd. He said he wanted to watch her 'work your magic'. Miyu rolled her eyes and let him in. He looked around her room while she started cutting some black fabric. Then she started to use her sewing machine and felt Floyd lean on her.

"I'm bored."

Miyu blushed, "Then go home."

"Nah."

He then went to her bed and laid down.

After a few hours of sewing, it was almost midnight. Miyu yawned and climbed into bed, forgetting Floyd was there and fell asleep. The eel wrapped his arms around her and slept.

When Miyu woke up she screamed, waking Floyd up. She got off the bed and he sat up grumpily. He asked her why she was yelling so early and she responded because he was in her bed.

"Huuuh? But you crawled into bed with me? You didn't complain then."

Her face flushed, oh no. The scandal! Floyd then got up and yawned. He proclaimed he was going to make breakfast. Miyu protested but Floyd ignored her. The young woman sighed and got herself ready before going to the kitchen to see the chaos Floyd was doing.

To her surprise, Floyd was a good cook! He was frying rice and brewing coffee. Turns out he was one of the chefs in the Monstro Lounge and he usually trains the newbies how to cook, when he's feeling like it of course.

He then served Miyu her vegetable fried rice with a fried egg on top. Miyu carefully took a spoonful and ate it... It was delicious. She enthusiastically ate the fused which made Floyd smile proudly.

After breakfast she went back into her room to work on the tuxedo, with Floyd following after her. While she worked, Floyd asked her random questions and about things she liked. They went back and forth in conversation till Miyu finally finished.

"There." She said proudly taking out the coat, "It's finished."

"Ooo! Lemme try!" Floyd said happily snatching the clothes away from her. He started to strip in front of her before she kicked him out and told him to change in the bathroom.

When he came back, he wore the pearl white tuxedo she made with green lining on the inside. He happily looked at himself in the mirror, enjoying his new clothes. Miyu smiled and touched his clothing to make sure it fitted right.

"I'm going to make everyone so jealous!" Floyd said and picked her up, "Thank you Leafy-chan! I owe you big time for this, huh? Maybe a date?"

Her eyes widened. Date!?

"Let me take you out now!" He stated and proceeded to walk with her out of the house.

Miyu tried to protest, but it fell on deaf ears, for the eel was too excited to spend more time with her.

"Leafy-chan, what kind of clothes will you have me wear today? I like showing off what my girlfriend made me. It makes everyone so jealous! ♡"

#floyd leech #twisted wonderland #mellowshipsu #mellowshipsyou #mellowshipsyuu #twst #twisted oc #oc x canon #lizzileth #Miyu x Floyd

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mikaze-discord · 3 years

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As an Ai stan i'll just say i woke up today at 7am in my timezone and since then i've been playing manually as much as i can and whenever i'm unable to i've been autoplaying in the background

It is now nightime and i don't plan to rest until i make it to tier 1

You ai stans are really dedicated man, I saw a bunch of people redownloading the game just for this event. I’m impressed and concerned man. I’ve only tried tiering twice and uh those didn’t go well

#utapri #utanoprincesama #uta no prince sama #ai mikaze #admin talks #lizzileth

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wayouss · 5 years

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Could i request a saint snow wallpaper

Posted! I hope you like them!

#lizzileth

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b0nkers-papaya · 2 years

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Greetings, my little pocket watches <3

“I hope this isn’t one of those cringey fandom blogs” I’ve got some bad news for ya. I have some truly devasting information for you. You’re not gonna like me after I tell you what I’m about to tell you-

Hellooo, I am Bonk, or Papaya, or r0seBud(Rosebud). I don’t mind which name you use. I’m 19, genderfluid, and demiromantic (asexual included). I like to make OCs for fandoms I join, draw said OCs and never post them (sometimes I do post them), and interact with those unfortunate enough to be my moots. I like to try and keep my blog SFW since some of my moots are infact minors, along with minors following me in general, so I’d like if you do the when same interacting with me (at least if the interaction is public).

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ultimatetrashfangirl · 5 years

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So.... Tumblr

I don't even know what's going to happen with the whole pornhub thing but if anyone is still interested in my content please follow me on Twitter @LizZileth

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ithseem · 4 months

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Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. ☆♥

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kalu-luwa · 2 years

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ever in your favor pt. 4

a.k.a a continuation of this series, inspiration from @tunabesimpin‘s hunger games event, featuring tsukiko (@oseathepebble’s oc)

special mentions go to laur dafin (@forgwater’s oc), logan richtline (@lizzileth’s oc), and muna (@twixxsted‘s oc, my condolences my homie ;O;)

i’m very sorry if i got their characters wrong or did them too dirty! please tell me so i can fix it ;;

also, please tell me if you don’t want to get tagged!

tw/cw: death (shown and implied), mentions of suicide, OOC for OCs and canon (sorry ;;), gore (mentions of blood and wounds), violence, swearing, mentions of starvation, i’ll add more as i go along

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Their innards sit heavy beneath their skin, squirming uneasily whenever they breathe.

They don’t know. They don’t remember.

There’s blood on their hands. They don’t remember how it got there. They can’t remember. They don’t want to remember.

Would it be better to die than to keep going?

Neph hasn’t eaten in hours. The last full meal they ate was with Cater, a simple dinner of rabbit stuffed with herbs. They remember sharing an apple with the two people last night, the ones who practically forced them into… well, an extreme version of aggravated assault. Laur and Logan, they called themselves. A fae and a human.

Laur was… an enigma, to say the least. Carefree and unnervingly nonchalant, he was the brawn of the group, skilled in magic and able to conjure objects out of thin air. He was the first voice that spoke to them. Logan was just as mysterious, if not more, than the aquatic faerie. The brains of the group, he was a tactician at his core, with nigh-impenetrable plans and a knack for machinery. He was the second voice.

The two were powerful in their own right, and it would’ve been a death sentence to cross those two.

But they’re gone now.

Their stomach snarls at them, desperate to be fed. But Neph’s too tired to move.

“Oh my, are you alright?” A new voice rounds the corner, bending down to speak to Neph face to face. “Can you stand up?”

Neph mumbled something, but neither they nor the mystery person could figure out what they said. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up a little. What was that again?”

“I-” Whatever they were going to say died out on their tongue. Their brain was pushing against their cranium, fighting to be let out. “-sorry, tired.”

“You haven’t drank any water yet, have you?” The voice chides, placing a hand on Neph's forehead. "You're burning up as well. What have you been doing all this time?"

"... don't want to remember…" their voice cracks in many places, dry and sore.

"Here, drink," they hum, clasping their hands over a bottle, "It's not poisoned, if that's what you're worried about. I drank it too, so you'll be fine."

"Why are you helping me?" Too many people were coming up to them. Too many people who would eventually leave.

"Why can't I?" God, Neph hated those words. "I have no reason to hurt you."

They do. It's either their life, or Neph's. But perhaps this time, it'll be better. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the mystery person sat down in front of them.

They hoped this encounter wouldn't be a repeat of last time.

"My name's Tsukiko, but you can call me Kou," so that's what their savior was called. A beautiful name, child of the moon. "What's your name?"

"Nephtali. It's nice to meet you, Mx. Kou."

"It's nice to meet you too. Do you mind if I stay with you for a while?"

"I don't think that mushroom is safe to eat," Kou mused, grabbing the fungus from the fisher's hand. "If Jade was here, he'd probably use it as biological warfare.”

Neph had no idea who Jade was, but guessing from Kou’s words, he was another tribute. “Jade? Who is he?”

“Floyd’s twin brother, but they’re in different districts for some reason,” they shrugged audibly, “It’s none of my business, though.”

Floyd… Floyd. Ah, that’s a familiar name. Sasha was talking about him once, but Neph wasn’t listening at the time. They really wished they did, for once. “Interesting…”

The pair kept trekking through the woods, scavenging for anything useful to them. Fruits, nuts, game, herbs, unusually sturdy sticks… anything that could be cooked or made into tools. Neph had caught a small catfish earlier, currently snacking on a grilled piece as they hiked through the thicket. Kou made a passing comment of ‘poor Tuna’ when they had pulled the creature out of the river.

“What else do you need?” They tilted their head, “We’ve already gotten a lot.”

“I’m looking for an herb or a plant that I can make into a poultice. One of my friends got hurt in a hunting accident and-”

A shrill scream pierced the air, startling the duo and sending a flock of birds darting past the trees. Nephtali flinched, instinctively crouching down and covering their ears. Kou did the same, blurting out a minced expletive and ducking behind a tree. Whatever made that noise, it meant trouble. Another scream, this time of a different voice. Sounds of struggling, of bushes swept aside and undergrowth trampled on, a final cry cut short, then silence.

Neither of them spoke for a minute, until Kou whispered uneasily, “What was that?”

“I-I don’t know, did someone die?”

“That sounded too close for comfort. We have to move. Now.” They didn’t have to say that twice.

“Holy fuck, that was nerve-wracking,” Neph heaved, legs aching from running too much, “Are you okay, Mx. Kou?”

“I’m alright. You?” Kou breathed, leaning against a tree for support. They don’t know where they ran, all they knew was that they got out of there fast.

“My chest hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, good.” The two shared a small victory laugh, grateful that they’re alive.

“Neph, would you like to come with me and find Carol Ann?” Kou spoke up after a while, skimming stones across a pond as Neph took to sharpening a stick, “We’ll be happy to accommodate you, and I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”

A… a team?

No. No, they can’t. The first time they were on a team, it fell apart almost immediately. The next team they were on ended in horrible, horrible tragedy. And the last? God, an innocent died because of them. There was no guarantee that this one would end differently. And besides, who would want them? They’re not good for much, and it’s a miracle that they’re still standing.

The turmoil must’ve been clear on their face, because the sound of skipping stones had ceased. “Neph, I won’t force you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but if you wish to stay solo, that’s fine too.”

“I… I haven’t had the best track record with teams,” milky eyes swirl with unease and regret, “I don’t…” I don’t want to be left alone, I don’t want someone to die because of me, I don’t want you to leave me- “I don’t think I’m cut out for any of that.”

“Then, I suppose this is where we must part.” They sighed, kneeling in front of them. “I… really wish we could’ve gone together, but I’ll respect your wishes, Neph.”

“I’m sorry.” Truly, they were. They wanted nothing more than to have someone they could call a friend, but…

“No need, Neph,” They felt a light tap on their hair, like Kou was giving them a head pat, “I wish you all the best.”

“You too.” As Kou stood up, Neph swore their heart almost leapt out of their ribcage, reaching desperately towards them. Don’t go, don’t go, I don’t want to be lonely anymore.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” No, they won’t.

What time was it? How long have they been there, nails scraping their arms and tears long-dried on their cheeks? Did anyone hear them cry into their shirt, pathetically muffling the screams ripped from their throat? Their head was throbbing, the back of their eyes burning uncomfortably. Everything was too much.

Too much all at once, not enough all the same.

How had they forgotten that this wasn’t something to be taken lightly? They were fighting to the death for fuck’s sake, there is no such thing as friendship when your life is on the line.

But why did it hurt when they left anyway?

First Sasha, then Cater, now Kou. They were getting too soft. Too vulnerable. That had to be fixed.

“Hey?” A hand on their shoulder startled them out of their mind. Fuck, someone found them!

Immediately, their hand went to grab the person’s arm, kicking their legs back and throwing the person over their shoulder. The intruder screeched as they collided with the solid ground, stunned for a brief moment. Running purely on fight-or-flight instincts, Neph grabbed the nearest thing and brought it down on them.

“No, wait, please!-”

The stake drove right through their flesh, impaling them fully. Blood splattered all over their hands, some droplets staining their clothes and landing on their face. They must’ve hit something big or high-pressured, like an artery, or…

The ichor felt slimy and warm, oozing past their fingertips and running down their trembling hands. The body in front of them was cooling rapidly, no longer breathing. Reaching blindly, they fumbled to feel where they had speared the poor soul, recognising the fine silk of a headscarf. Nephtali could feel their stomach acid roiling in their gut, bile forcing its way up their throat. Not again, not again, not again-

They turned away in time to hurl whatever they had eaten prior. All of it, until they were coughing up blood and crying their eyes red. This was the third time now, and this one they couldn’t forget.

They didn’t mean to, they promised, repenting to someone who could never hear them.

#my god i'm so tired #might rewrite this if i feel like it #passing out soon aha #twst fic #twst #twisted wonderland #espi.ritu #twst oc #nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?)#i forgot about floyd and jade oops #twst jade leech #twst floyd leech #twisted wonderland jade leech #twisted wonderland floyd leech #jade leech #floyd leech

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Love Potion Apocalyspe Prologue

*pronouns will be she/her and MC is female in this AU*

Yuu wakes up on her dusty bed in Ramshackle just like the months before. She turns over and faces her adorable cat, Grim.

"I'm so glad I don't have to go to school today! Though I do still have to get breakfast," Yuu says, stretching out her arms and going to the closet to find her school uniform.

"Nyaah! Take that you overgrown cat!" Grim mumbles, swiping his cute paws into the air.

He's still dreaming of taking down Leona...it's so adorable! I can't! Oh! Cater started a live stream in Professor Crewel's class!

"Now, Deuce! Carefully add the dove feathers into the cauldron…great! Good boy! Now add the strand of hair from your loved one!” Professor Crewel, instructs relaxing a bit as Deuce hasn’t messed it up yet.

“Welcome, students! I’ve come to observe you work!” Headmage Crowley, loudly exclaims landing behind Deuce, who accidentally bumps Ace causing him to put every dove feather in the cauldron. Along with Deuce dropping his love one’s strand of hair in.

“Crowley!” Professor Crewel screams, slamming his whip onto the table.

The cauldron bubbles and a pink gas erupts, covering the entire classroom and traveling through every vent into other classrooms. Which then flows into the hallways and out the open windows.

“Aah! Oh my god, are they ok!” Yuu screams out, waking Grim up.

“Someone turn on the ventilation system!” Crewel cries, coughing due to the amount of pink gas.

The camera is nothing but a pink screen with shadows coming in front and hacking and coughing every so often.

“We don’t have a ventilation system! We’re too poor for that!” Crowley responds, opening up a window.

“Quit being cheapskate for once! We all could’ve died!” Crewel yells, inhaling more of the pink gas.

The pink gas flows out of the window and eventually the entire school airs out.

“Is everyone ok?” Crewel asks, still coughing his lungs up.

“We’re good,” The classroom groans, their throats sore from inhaling so too much gas.

“We’re not going to be blamed for this right?” Deuce asks, knowing how Professor Crewel can be.

“No, you’re not. Crowley get everyone outside so we can breathe fresh air,” Crewel commands, glaring at Crowley who’s still coughing up a storm. “Everyone outside to the flight fields!”

Everyone begins to walk outside and Cater’s livestream ends.

“Come on, Grim! We’re going to make sure they’re ok!” Yuu says, running out of her dorm and to the main building, missing the huge cloud of pink gas above her flowing in the wind.

Part 1

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#twst wonderland love potion apocalypse au #twst wonderland #twst ace #ace trappola #deuce spade #divus crewel #dire crowley #cater diamond #twst grim #love potion apocalypse au

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