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i think the dwarfs are older than neige. i mean, the dwarfs from the original movie were older than snow white, plus it'd be funny to think its an elric brother situation where people keep assuming that neige is the older one when actually he's the youngest (also i keep imagining gran with edward's voice lmao)
#“oh but mitzy the dwarfs act younger than neige!!” what if its part of the act. huh.#like i can imagine them being forced to act like cute little kids to be more “marketable” or whatever#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#neige leblanche#dwarfs twst#im gonna tag all of them.#dominic twst#snick twst#gran twst#hop twst#timmy twst#toby twst#shelpy twst#royal sword academy
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my type of fictional guys
#vocaloid#kaito#my time at portia#mtap mint#osomatsu san#karamatsu#pokemon swsh#pokemon sword and shield#hop#my time at sandrock#mtas unsuur#stardew valley#sdv alex#stardew alex#twst#twisted wonderland#sebek zigvolt#sdv#pokemon#mtas#fanart
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Can you dodge this?
#the fact that it was ruggie makes it so funny#does he knows#also hopping the og artist never goes through this ever again#ruggie bucchi#twisted wonderland ruggie#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#digital art#fanart#twst fanart#my art shit#hope I never wake up to smth like this again
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ERLKÖNIG
Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are.
Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23).
Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life)
Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived in—where stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own.
It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forget—not even when you cross dimensions once more—and as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.
Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
- La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats
19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.
There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.
Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didn’t mean that you weren’t occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.
Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling hands—Parkinson’s, you think your parent may have mentioned—would always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.
“They like to wait on the coastlines,” she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. “And they’ll like you the most.”
She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.
She dies when you’re ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmother’s humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like they’re spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmother—she is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.
Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.
You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.
Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isn’t at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.
It’s when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.
This time, someone is waiting.
There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.
They’re wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmother’s home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figure’s body moves. It’s as though they’re cut from a painting and placed in real life.
You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocket—you did not take a nail with you before you left the home.
They like to wait on the coastlines, and they’ll like you the most.
Your breath catches in your throat.
The figure smiles—black, sharp, and not quite human.
Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as you’re told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.
You don’t get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You scream—cry—as the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her.
She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.
She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your name—but it’s lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thorns—thorns? —around your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.
You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.
Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for.
#twst fanfiction#twisted wonderland fanfiction#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#malleus/reader#malleus x reader#twst x reader#enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao#fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/#anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt#and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions#in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO
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snow white and the seven pups
#twisted wonderland#neige leblanche#twst dominic#twst grum#twst shelpie#twst hop#twst timmy#twst snick#twst toby
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Bruh, I know Ash doesn't have an aegislash as a pokemon but it would be hilarious if she had one! Oh c'mon! It's impossible not to think how cool it would be!
Isn't she the monarch of the Pokémon world?! The most powerful trainer in the WHOLE WORLD!? It's only fair that she perhaps received an Aegislash as a gift after being "crowned" (aka beating Leon's ass) and that said Pokémon saw her worth as a trainer, treating her like ROYALTY (even though she was a tomboy, Ash still the queen in this 'mon eye).
By the way, no boy is worthy of having her hand in commitment (well, dating but this 'mon is old fashioned 'kay?) and anyone who wants to try needs to be recognized by aegislash (and the other 'mons). Gary was lucky he didn't fall victim to aegislash back when Professor Oak's said grandson was still a toltally jerk to her (and how ironic if he has a crush on her but is a tsundere jerk who doesn't want to admit that he likes her down bad).
And for some reason I think Ash's aegislash was a gift from Leon since he kind of adopted her as a little sister, Hop too lol.
Any boy/rival of Ash who has a crush on her: *exists*
Aegislash: STAY BACK I SAID! STAY.BACK!🤺⚔ *angry sword noises*
if Ash had an Aegislash, literally everything would be over in an instant because Aegislash would be doing anything to get them out of NRC and to protect Ash XD
but still, I LIKE THIS IDEA!!! and the idea of Aegislash just attempting to fend the boys/rivals off is actually kind of a funny scene in my head now lmaooo
gary is lucky he didn't get his kneecaps stolen lol
#female ash ketchum#genderbend#genderbent character#pokemon#genderbend ash#genderswap#genderbend ash ketchum#anipoke#pokeani#ash ketchum#twst wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x pokemon#pokemon x twst#pokemon x twisted wonderland#gary oak#aegislash#champion leon#hop pokemon
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i need to stop lurking in the leona tags and constantly refreshing it to try and see new posts there
its like opening and closing a fridge, just hoping that food just magically appears
i have an issue lmaoo
i really need to branch out more to other twst character tags but im so used to only staying in the leona ones...
I'll eventually convince myself to branch out, but i like how cozy it is here rn
am also running out of leona content and I'm getting desperate bc ive pretty much seen like 80% of the leona posts and i dont have more
#twisted wonderland#twst#leona kingscholar#its time to move to the ....idk actually#I'll go to the octavinelle tags since its the next book after savannaclaw#idk maybe#or maybe I'll just hop to the diasomnia tags bc silver and lilia are also in my top 5#decisions decisions...#...actually maybe I'll just go to the diasomnia tags bc ive seen a ton of art of melanor in that dress on my feed#nemi rambles
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I think that the timeloop theory still holds up when you consider that Malleus is constantly cycling through dreams in an effort to appease everyone under his spell.
And if you really wanna get angsty, the consistent looping could be because his magic is running out and stuttering upon itself because he cannot operate under the strain of Overblot and keeping everyone asleep.
Greatest mage or no, he only has so much juice before the fumes engulf him.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst theory#malleus draconia#chapter 7 spoilers#diasomnia#i genuinely believe the timeloop theory was the greatest thing to hop out of theorycrafting sphere#because its still applicable#Malleus is reliving every memory that everyone has lived through and crafting dreams that appease them#and i would argue that he's feeding off of those dreams to keep the ticking clock at bay#i will always reiterate that if the magic of twst relies on imagination#so either one of two things is happening#one: his magic is tripping up because it requires too much imagination to separately produce dreams#or two: he's feeding off those dreams to keep his magic going
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Grim is Puppycat au?
Nabbed some Bee and Puppycat screencaps to edit and overhauled everything. Altered the story by cutting out Space from "Space Outlaw" and "Space King"
Once upon a time…
there was an outlaw
who fell in love with the King's daughter
and they both agreed they were meant to be together.
The princess decided to run away with him,
and they planned to meet
at their favorite meadow before they escaped.
But it was a trap.
The princess had lied, and the outlaw
was surrounded by the King's army of warlocks.
Filled with anger from her betrayal,
the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw
instead transformed him into a monster,
and he escaped…
And yes, before he was our prong-tailed monster cat he was a cat beastman.
#lostonesart#twisted wonderland#bee and puppycat#twst au#twst grim#twst oc#oc cecil#puppycat au#I want other people to hop on this wagon please!
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To his credit Grim did manage to stay put. For five minutes. Five very long minutes in which he entertained himself by rifling through the infirmary.
Ugh. What did they expect him to do here?!
After some deliberation Grim decides to see what the enrolled students are up to. After all, as a future student he should get familiar with the classes!
Let's see…
“... you believe it! He’s forcing the entire dorm to work in his stupid cafe…”
“... had to fight for our dorm rooms…”
“... the wrong building! It was so embarrassing…”
Ehhh! Where's all the cool magic talk? These guys are boring.
Picking someone at random Grim follows from above. It's easy to float while propelling himself up the walls. The vaulted ceiling provides easy purchase.
Grim crosses paths with a lion beastman who recognized grim from the ceremony, but the guy doesn't seem to care.
Leona is heading to the greenhouse for a nap and is caught off guard by the little monster that attacked the opening ceremony. The cat monster absconds before Leona can decide what to do.
… Whatever. Not his problem.
…
Crowely returns with Yuu to pick up Grim for lunch but the pair finds the room disorganized but empty. Oh dear.
The headmaster is panicking at the thought of a monster roaming his school unsupervised. What would the press think! What would the board of directors say!
“Yuu! You must find him at once!”
“…Yeah fair enough. It was my idea to bring him in.”
But really, Grim’s combat stats are total weak sauce. How much damage can he cause?
…
Having peeked in on multiple different classes, and getting bored by all of them, Grim finds his way to the cafeteria. Lured by the smell of freshly cooked meals, our daring protagonist realizes how hungry he is and decides to steal some food.
Everyone is focused on their own lunch and don't notice the small furry body sneaking around. Grim easily snags a sandwich from a dark haired student (Deuce).
Deuce is visibly confused and asks the others at the table where his food went. A redhead (Ace) mocks Deuce, causing the others at the table to laugh.
Grim thinks he's so slick and starts getting bolder and steals from other people’s plates. Since this is Night Raven the boys immediately accuse each other and fight until someone spots Grim with their food. A small faction of the rioters break off to try and catch the little pest, but Grim makes a clean getaway and leaves chaos in his wake.
…
Yuu overhears a student with animal ears telling a taller student with a lion tail about how he was able to pocket some extra snacks because some monster broke in and was stealing lunches. Everyone blamed their losses on the flaming tanuki and Ruggie got off scott free! Shi Shi Shi~
“Was it blue!”
“Gah! Where did you-!”
“The monster! Was the fire blue?!”
“Uh, yes?”
Aww shit.
...
The infirmary isn't empty anymore. The staff are swamped and Yuu enters in time to hear as Crewel laments this year's batch of idiot puppies who couldn't behave for just one day.
“It’s not my fault!”
“That's what all the bad pups say.”
“But there was a monster! It had blue fire and stole my-”
“Quiet!”
“Really the excuses get more and more outrageou-”
Wait a minute.
Crewel’s head turns to Yuu.
Dammit Grim! I stood up for you!
Ugh, nothing for it, gotta dust off those investigation skills.
…
Grim is let down by how boring the classes seem and stumbles across Ace.
Ace identifies Grim as the beast from orientation and the cafeteria riot.
Grim protests being called a beast and declares he is a great magician.
Ace, never one to pass over a chance to be a little shit, pretends to believe Grim. He apologizes and introduces himself, saying what an honor it is to meet someone so talented.
Grim gets hopeful and excited.
“Yeah! It is an honor to meet me!”
“You sure were impressive during the ceremony. It takes real skill to light a place up like that!”
“Heh! That was nothing for the Great Grim!”
“Pfft”
Ace cant hold back the laughter.
“Yeah right! As if anyone would be impressed by some piddling weasel!”
“Hey!”
You’d think that one might be a little more cautious when faced with an unidentified monster, especially a monster with a proclivity for arson. But Ace wont let things like caution or good judgment get in the way of entertainment!
As for Grim, last night he fought off a monster in what was probably the most dangerous fight of his life. After something like that there's no way this chump is getting away with mocking Grim.
*FWOOSH*
Grim uses blast and yoinks Ace's magic pen! Its super effective!
“Hah! Who's the weasel now!”
…
Yuu is on the hunt. This in itself isn't too unusual, Duskfront City has had to deal with ghast infiltrators ever since the Dark Dragon’s failed siege. Unfortunately all of her tracking spells are for ghasts, and therefore useless for apprehending a runaway mascot character.
After questioning the witnesses and examining the scene of the crime Yuu deduces that yes, Grim should not have been left alone.
Dammit Grim!
But where could he have gone?
“Ahhhh! The walls are on fire!”
What
“Some guy is chasing the lunch monster!”
Oh no.
…
Grim doing pretty well. The stupid redhead cant keep up. Ha! The idiot just tripped!
Grim slows down to taunt his pursuer and bumps into some bluenett.
"Aha", Ace dives at them!
Grim dropped the pen. Damn it! The blue klutz distracted Grim!
Deuce recognizes his lunch thief!
Grim does not recognise his lunch victim.
Ace enlists Deuce's help in teaching the weasel a lesson.
Grim is faced with the consequences of his actions and says, 'Not today!'
Now there's two freshmen blasting up the halls while a catcoon makes flame infused leaps from wall-to-wall trying to lose them. The paintings are all shouting and ducking for cover while a few students are knocked aside.
Grim uses one’s face as a springboard.
Taking a moment to rest on a chandelier, Grim just can't resist shouting a few taunts.
“Heh heh heh! Catch me if you can!”
“No fair climbing up onto the chandelier, He’s a thief and a coward! I haven't really learned flight magic yet... What could I summon to hold onto him...? Hmmm... Oh! That's it!”
“Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!”
“Because I'm going to launch you.”
“Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down! Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!”
“Just make sure to grab him tight. I've got him in my sights, and... Go!”
…
Yuu comes running in to see a light fixture fall and- HOLY SHIT THATS GRIM AND A STUDENT!
Butterflies go flying and Yuu catches the two before shrapnel from the chandelier can get them.
“What thE HELL GRIM!”
“Myaaah!”
Crowely bursts in
“Headmage, please! I can —”
Poor Deuce is cut off.
“First was the riot in the cafeteria! Then I hear about two freshmen tearing up the hallways with a monster! But even that wasn't enough for you!”
Okay so this is bad but –
“That chandelier was a magical artifact created for Night Raven upon its founding by a legendary artificer!”
Oh no.
“Everyone responsible for its destruction is expelled!”
“W-what! I was barely involved!”
“What am I going to do?! How am I going to tell my mother...?”
The blue guy looks ready to cry. Damn, Yuu’s feeling really bad now. Ugh, Grim may have been the main problem, but none of this could have happened if Yuu had taken this more seriously.
“Sir I was the one who insisted on Grim staying, the responsibility for something he instigated should fall on me.”
“I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks. And you intend to repay that sum?”
“Urk!”
“So much!”
Just looking at the other students' reactions – that must be a lifetime of debt! But she won't just back out dammit!
“That's… Um, I'll find a way.”
Yuu wonders what the employment laws are like here.
Crowely pauses for the first time since arriving and looks over the cowed delinquents.
“Ah… There may be one way to fix this.”
!!!!!
“The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine. If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it.”
!!!!!!!
...
Aaaand off to the mines we go
#twisted wonderland#twst yuu#magical girl yuu#twisted wonderland au#This took so long because I was hopping around between this and the mine and lore and heartslabyul ideas#At least the next one is almost done#I'll be mixing game and manga lore#Does anyone else not remember the prologue?#Like#my mind just glazes over it when I try to remember.#I was reading the prologue on the wiki and seeing Ace say ‘piddling’ had me shook for some reason#twst grim#I really do love him i swear#I was gonna have them trash the statues as well but deleted that part#this seems like enough#for now
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sometimes i think about the dwarves from twisted wonderland and think, yea actually, i can get why gran's annoyed all the time
imagine you were born shorter than others because of your race, and people infantilize and look down on you because of it, i'd be frustrated as well.
and like, imagine, you'll always be seen as this cute little child, even though you're already a sophomore, and you'll probably always be perceived as one, even when you're an adult, because at the end of the day, all you'll ever be is an extension of someone else's image (neige) and you're whole entire identity revolves around them.
idk i just find the dwarfs to be interesting. like whats their life like outside of neige? do they have hobbies of their own? i'm sure they do enjoy performing with him, but is that all there is to it?? like, what if one of them just goes "hey singing and dancing is fun and all but i wanna pursue a career in archaeology"
probably the other dwarves are bothered by this too, but they care about neige a lot, so they don't really say anything
#this came from a doodle i made of gran saying fuck and dominics there like “gran u cant say that!!”#and grans like “i'm 17 i can say whatever the fuck i want to” then it spiraled from there#gran should be allowed to swear. please. as a treat.#(plus it would be so funny if it wasnt gran who swore and like. timmy or hop or something)#here we are again with me unnecessarily adding nuance to side characters who probably wont matter in the story any time soon#goes crazy over rsa i NEED more lore vshshahGsgahg#twisted wonderland#neige leblanche#the seven dwarfs#the dwarfs twst#gran twst#royal sword academy#twst#rambling#also this is kinda a sequel post to my other post about neige having abandonment issues and the dwarves being older than neige so.#check that out too i guess#twst gran#miz says stuff
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Jade: *talks about mushrooms*
Me: ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )
Jade: oh my, that's rather foward...
Me: ¿?
#I'm hopping on the joke about 'eels open their mouths to court'#twst#vio plays twisted wonderland#jade leech#twst incorrect quotes#twst jade#disney twst#i didn't choose the octavinelle brainrot the brainrot chose me
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Yuu vs. Overblots
This ended up being so much longer than I thought or intended for it to be, so I stuck it under the read more so you casually scrollers can peacefully go about your business without this absurdly long ramble being in the way.
But man I just need to vent and get some ideas down on metaphorical paper.
So I've been trying to map out and solidify scenes I want to rewrite from cannon and how they would go realistically and how they would affect and shape relationships between my Yuu and the other cast characters.
And my biggest snag so far was trying to figure out how I wanted Yuu to participate in the Overblot showdowns.
I like there to be as much realism as can be applied to a fictional magic-based fantasy world, and realistically Yuu can't really do much during Overblots. Unless they have essentially a professional background in fighting (which my Yuu definitely does not), they really can't even hope to make a dent in the physical aspect of the fight. And they just don't have the emotional background with these villains to try and make a difference by talking them out of it. If the Overblotted student's friends and fellow dorm members can't just talk them out of an Overblot, there's no realistic way Yuu can. They're basically a stranger.
The way Twisted Wonderland portrays Yuu in every battle, but especially in Overblot battles, is that Yuu is standing on the sidelines, essentially coaching the others and shouting words of encouragement, all while desperately trying to survive the chaos surrounding them. And IDK, maybe it's just me, but I feel like such a high stake, high-pressure, personal situation like the Overblot fights, that approach to "participation" would be fully ignored if not (justifiably) dismissed.
So my hiccup comes from the fact that I want Yuu to matter in these fights, I want Yuu's participation to help turn the tides. So how do I do this realistically, when the base characteristic I've been given is that Yuu is essentially removed from the fight? Not even the cut scenes acknowledge Yuu's existence once a fight has begun.
And then I remembered the Mage Stones.
I might be misremembering the lore behind them, but this is essentially a rewrite AU, so the lore I'm going with is this: Mages have essentially a well for a magic core, something that if used too much at once leads to extreme risks to their health and potentially their life. Mage stones act as a pump of sorts to their magic core, providing quick and easy access to a great amount of their magic core, but still in a controlled and measurable way. Mages can access their magic core without a Mage Stone of course, but it's much harder, like using an old-fashioned bucket on a rope method. Using magic without a mage stone is doable, but the effort exerted makes the mage much weaker.
And the first part of every Overblot transformation cut scene we are provided, is watching their Mage Stone fill with ink, and then the boys change form.
So add this all together, and you come to the same conclusion Yuu does. That when the boys Overblot, the quickest and most efficient way to cure them is to break their Mage Stone. The Mage Stone fueling the chandelier broke on impact, and it became useless as a magic conduit. Breaking an Overblot's Mage Stone would force the Overblot into a more vulnerable state, having to exert more effort to cast spells.
That is my solution. That is how my Yuu becomes an integral part of the team trying to defeat each Overblot. Because like I said, everybody, Overblot included, kinda forgets that Yuu is there. This means Yuu is the one with the best shot of sneaking up on the boy-turned-monster and stealing the Mage Stone.
And such a dangerous move has to lead to some very delicious, angst-based ideas, but I think I'll save those for the actual fics. If/and when I get around to writing them. But sorry for the long ramble, I just needed to actually write all this... logic, lore, whatever you wanna call it somewhere down where other people could hold me accountable to my own cannon.
If you made it this far, thanks! I have notes and scenes and dialogues written out for all the Book 1-4 dorm members (plus Malleus because we have actual chapter interactions with him) of at least one cannon scene I wanted to rewrite. I want to get those, and possibly the Pomefiore ones now that Book 5 is fully released, out before I do any Overblot-related things.
#momma speaks#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland overblots#twst overblot#when I tell you that we will be hopping on the angst train once I get to writing OB stuff#oh so many people are going to cry#and probably scream#it will be a little graphic#but where there is angst comfort wont be far behind#rewrite lore#Mirrors are Never to be Trusted
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🌸🦇
#had to hop onto this trend from twt#they're a package deal... (read: clingy)#twst#twisted wonderland#twst lilia#lilia vanrouge#twstsona#twst sona#yuusona#they'll both stare you down like the menaces that they are
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Dónde está el titán spikerman?
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had made a pin on Pinterest complaining ab the whitewashing I see in the twst fandom and someone replied with a picture of my malleus hcs (not knowing it was my edit I think) complaining ab when ppl edit characters to have darker skin…. definitely the wrong audience 💀💀💀
#shout out to the other person who commented saying that Mexican ppl aren’t as dark as I made malleus#…. Bros the same color as my MOM#AND THEN THEY MADE A BORDER HOPPING JOKE 💀💀💀#Pinterest folks are crazy istg#Don’t argue w me if u think poc hcs r Anything like whitewashing bc I will find u#slash Jay but like genuinely dni#Save us both the time#☕️!- clove speaks#like Martha speaks#twst
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