#twst horror au
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The appetite from the infected stems from the blot continuously draining life energy and mass of the victim. Infected victims will seek and consume material, both organic and inorganic, to try and satisfy the ongoing hunger. While this method is effective, it only lasts for a short period of time before the hunger reappears. If the infection can not find a suitable incoming food supply, the blot will continue to eat away at the infected body mass until it is reduced to a black puddle of ink.
While the chances of being devoured by an infected are slim... They are NEVER zero.
#twisted wonderland#twst#horror#twst au#twisted wonderland au#twisted wonderland horror#twisted wonderland horror au#twisted wonderland overblot#twst overblot#twst overblot au#twst horror au#twst horror#horror au#horror concept#text post
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Me and @kalijami my bestie have started on the character-specific spinoff stories for the twst horror au!!!
Starting with Ace!!
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How You Turn My World; Chapter 3
As the reality of your situation sets in, you try your best to survive in the Underground... and find a way out. Little do you know though, someone else is trying to find you.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, more shenanigans, getting more into the meat and bones of this fic
Content Warnings; Swearing
Word Count; 3.2 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
Do not put my work into AI - I will push you into the Bog of Eternal Stench
Your night for the most part was uneventful. The horrid screaming had thankfully went in the opposite direction, away from your tree-top abode. Although throughout the night, little crowds of glowing eyes had amassed at the bottom of the tree, but they made no attempts to reach you. Even though they couldn’t reach you, you couldn’t help but feel unnerved, since all you could see was their eyeshine, and hear them chittering to each other.
Great, they’re probably pointing and laughing at the new fool in town. ‘Oh, look, Jim, a new plaything! Don’t they look stupid hanging in a tree like that? Fufufu.’ But you kept quiet, and just watched them, as much as they did you, making sure they didn’t try any funny business.
They didn’t stay for long though, either leaving due to their curiosity being quenched, or from how boring you were trying to be; silent, and watching, not moving. If worse came to worse, you would have started chucking rowan berries at them; if fae don’t like the tree, they probably wouldn’t like the berries either.
Eventually, the dark night dissolved into the dim glow of dawn, and once you could actually make out your surroundings and it wasn’t just one large mass of darkness, you started making your way down the tree. You were a bit proud of yourself, seeing that you had 1) survived the night, and 2) not fallen out of the tr—
Snap! … you celebrated too soon, since the branch you were using as a foothold gave way, and you tumbled your way to the ground. At least the fall wasn’t too high up, but it still stung like a bitch, and you’d definitely have a bruise; both to your body and your ego.
At least there was no one around to see you eat dirt.
Sighing, you rubbed your eyes, and smacked your cheeks; fighting off sleepiness. Focus; you need to get home. Read the damn book Mr. Sparkles gave you… damn prick is probably gonna call in a favour later…
With a still sore butt, you found a mossy rock that looked somewhat comfortable and sat down, opening up your ‘How Not to Die in Fairyland; For Dummies!’ book (not really the name of it, but it was damn close).
“Chapter nine; how to leave the Underground,” you muttered, flipping to the page. Weird, it’s only one page?
“While leaving the Underground is possible, it is a task that not many have accomplished.
Of the possible ways include;
Finding a portal; typically an enchanted faerie ring, or royal portal.
Finding a fae and tricking them into owing you a favour
One should leave the Underground before their thirteenth day. Should you stay beyond thirteen days you will not be able to leave the Underground, and will be a permanent resident.”
You shut the book, taking in a deep breath. What has it been, ten hours? It was hard to tell, the blurring of time. But at least you had a rough time of twelve days to find a portal — or have a fae owe you a favour — and get the hell back home. If worse came to worse, you were not above some benign trickery so you could see your idiots again.
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Lilia had arrived home safe and sound, slept in his warm bed, and had some of his … delightful home cooking before he was due back at the castle. And while he was eating the somehow overcooked yet still raw eggs, he couldn’t help but wonder how the little Beastie was doing; how you were doing.
He didn’t technically owe you any favours, since he had given you that handy dandy book — if anything, you owed him, since you did say ‘thanks’ and everything — but curiosity is a fickle thing, and you seemed interesting. Humans typically reacted more when they ended up here, and made no proper moves to ensure that they made it back. But you, the little Beastie? Lilia saw a fire in your eyes, of both ire and determination. You wouldn’t give up easily, and while it was entertaining, he also knew that trouble could, and most likely would, follow wherever you go.
Last time a human like you ended up in the Underground… it didn’t end well (said human nearly burnt the Queen’s labyrinth down to the ground). Hopefully though, you didn’t prove to be as foolish, or as obsessed with fire as the last human. Who knows, maybe you would even escape! If you didn’t though, the court could use a new fool, and you seemed amusing enough to please their majesties whilst not incenting their ire.
“Hmm, wonder if their majesties have felt the intrusion,” Lilia hummed to himself, cleaning up his dishes. He could easily just magic it away, but the trip to the mortal realm had taken a lot out of him, so he was stuck doing some good old fashioned manual labour, not that he really minded. Doing the dishes was better than being digested by some mangy, overweight, cat.
A crack of lightning sounded outside, disrupting the otherwise beautiful and peaceful day. “That answers that question!” Lilia sounded too cheerful for what many fae considered to be a bad omen, as lightning rarely meant a good thing when it concerned the royal family.
A raven came to rest on the windowsill, eyes glowing green; a messenger.
Lilia tapped its beak, letting the message play.
“General Vanrouge, I require you to apprehend the trespasser on our land, lest they taint the soil,” the raven recited Queen Maleficia’s message. “Shall you deem it necessary to use drastic measures, so be it… To call this number back, place a coin into the raven’s mouth. To save this call—”
Lilia groaned, but coughed up a bronze coin so that the Queen didn’t send more ravens to his house on his day off. “Our guest shall be dealt with swiftly, I assure you of that.” Lilia ended his call, the raven blinked, coughed out the coin, and flew off in a ruckus of cawing.
He sighed, and cracked his back. “Hopefully our guest can understand… and not hit me with a broom this time.” With a snap of his fingers, Lilia poofed into his trademark green sparkles, and he was a bat again. Instead of being lost in the mortal realm though, he was off to find you, who was most likely lost in the Underground… hopefully you didn’t get eaten or fell into the bog again, since he doubted the Queen would want a dead(?) or putrid smelling guest.
“Beastie, Beastie, Beastie, wherever could you be?”
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“Where the hell am I,” you wheezed. You had been walking for a good bit, since hey, the bog really smelled bad, plus you didn’t want to stick around long enough where the creature that was screaming last night decided to come back and make an appetizer out of you. So, you were walking. Where to? You had no idea, all you knew was that you needed to find a portal somehow, of the mushroom variety, or royally produced.
Currently, you were fighting gravity and making your way up a steep hill, but you knew you would be able to see over the dense forest canopy once you reached the top, and maybe, just maybe, you would be able to make sense of your bearings. Would you know where you were once you reached the top? Pfttt, no, but at least you would know what exactly was around. A sulfuric rotten egg-smelling swamp was one thing, but you wouldn’t be all too surprised if you found out there was a man-eating daisy patch or some other nonsense here.
Finally, you made it to the top of the hill, and you caught your breath before looking out towards the horizon. To the north, the sea of trees continued for what seemed forever. East, the trees made their way into a grassy plateau where there seemed to be a village of some sort in the distance; quaint. South, uh, the swamp, definitely not going back that direction, you’ve had enough of that swamp. And west, a castle, surrounded by a maze.
“An enchanted faerie ring or royal portal,” you muttered, weighing your options.
You had about twelve days left to get out of this place. You could spend those twelve days trying to find a so-called ‘faerie ring’ in the forest since those things were mushroom circles, but the chances of finding an enchanted one seemed to be slim to none. On the other hand, castles usually equaled royalty, which would equal portal. Knowing royals though, they were probably batshit insane. Also, if they felt like you were lying or trying to dupe them? Hey, they could apparently turn you into a slug or some other easily squishable being if they wanted to. And you really didn’t want to be turned into a slug… now at the moment at least.
“Forest,” you looked at the forest, “or castle?” You could also go east, but the grassland didn’t exactly scream portal potential or had any rowan trees (or any trees for that matter). “That is the question. Look for weird mushrooms and maybe get eaten by some critter, or potentially piss off some royal and end up as said critter. Hmmm.”
You groaned, and flopped down to the ground; both options weren’t all that appealing, or even guaranteed that you would find a portal. Rolling over to your stomach, you opened up the book again, seeing if it had anything that could help you make up your mind on the options in front of you.
Scanning over the table of contents, there was nothing about where to find a portal in the woods. There was, however, a handy dandy chapter on fae etiquette, including government specifications…
You looked up towards the castle again, eyeing the maze. And started coughing out into laughter at your situation. “Pfttt, didn’t I wish that the Goblin King would whisk me away from my life,” you wheezed. “And here I am! In the fucking Underground with a labyrinth?!” Your laughing subsided into a tired sigh, and you set your eyes back towards the castle. “The irony is astounding really.”
At least you didn’t have to worry about some baby being turned into a goblin… right?
No, no, you only wished for yourself to be taken away, no one else. But would that mean you would end up as a goblin? Fae? Or as some weird pet or servant to a fae? Hopefully not… and at least you had the somewhat credible book that Mr. Sparkles gave you.
Shit, I owe him a favour though… CURSE YOU SARCASM!!!!
Well, maybe Mr. Sparkles will cut you some slack, since ya know, you did save him from Grim… but you also did hit him with a broom… and insulted him… I am so fucked, aren’t I?
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You eventually got to the entrance of the maze (the labyrinth?), and sat down on a bench outside of it, huffing and puffing. “Does everything want to–” you stopped that sentence, knowing your luck, if you said it out loud, it was bound to happen. “Never mind that…”
“Never mind what?” A voice said to your right.
You shot up and whipped your head around, coming face to face with a door(?) with a face. “I-”
“You never mind!” A second voice said, and on your left was another door, sending its counterpart a dirty look. “You know better than to meddle in such affairs!”
The right door, which was a weathered red, rolled its eyes at its neighbour. “Bah! Curiosity killed the cat-”
“But satisfaction brought it back. I know!” The left door, a brilliant blue, huffed. “Ignore them, they do this to everyone.” They sneered (if doors could sneer) to their neighbour. “Don’t you have anything better to do than trick people?”
Did I just get in between these two during something?
The red door got offended, turning even redder by some means. “Like you should be one to talk! ‘Oh my dear traveller, one of us two doors is a liar and does nothing but lie! Do not let my neighbour fool you!’ It’s the same every single time with you!”
It’s giving bitter divorced couple who for some reason still live with each other—
“I would do no such thing!”
“LIAR!”
“NO YOU ARE THE LIAR!”
You groaned, their bickering was starting to give you an all too familiar migraine. “Will both of you shut up?!”
Both of the doors tch-ed at your remark but stopped their nonsensical arguing, and you rubbed at your temple, easing away the building tension. But they turned their attention to you, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and something else… doors couldn’t be fae… right? The book didn’t say anything about talking doors… could they be portals? It couldn’t be that easy, nothing was ever that easy.
“Did anyone ever teach you any manners, mortal?” The red door huffed, turning its nose up at you.
The blue door looked at you with a similar expression, “Yes yes, awfully rude you know! Lucky it's just us though, and not the mistress. Oh ho ho! She would turn you into a newt for that!”
I wasn’t too wrong about them turning me into a slug I guess… would a newt be an upgrade in this case? Since they have bones—
“And you’re a door,” you deadpanned, “you both haven’t been polite either, ya know?” You had better things to do than kissass to two sentient doors, so no, you weren’t going to be polite. “So the sooner you tell me which way to go, the sooner I’m out of your… splinters?”
The doors grumbled but didn’t raise any objections.
“As you may have overheard, one of us is a liar,” they both said at once. “One of us will lead into the labyrinth, whereas the other will lead you back to where you started your journey.” They both chuckled, looking at you with amusement. “It is up to you to decide which is which.”
You looked between the two doors, weighing your options. “And what if I just walk into the labyrinth? What happens then?”
The blue door hummed, “Well, it would eat you!” … why did it sound all too cheerful about that?!
“So I don’t really have any other option then, do I?”
“Nope!~” They both gave you cheerful smiles, and you were half tempted to go off into the woods and find that magic portal by your lonesome. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with a pair of divorced doors, and a human-eating labyrinth that belonged to some mistress that would turn you into a newt if she felt like you were being snippy with her.
You sighed. Of both the doors, the blue one seemed more sympathetic, whereas the red door was more harsh… “Okay, red, open sesame!”
The red door looked shocked that you picked it over its counterpart, but it opened nonetheless. The blue door grumbled that you had chosen its neighbour over it, but stayed quiet.
When the door opened, all you could see was black.
“Do you actually lead anywhere?” You threw a rock in, but no sound came out.
The red door was silent though; apparently, when it was open, it couldn’t talk. And while you didn’t miss the bickering, you really wanted answers, and the blue door wasn’t saying anything either.
Sighing, you walked forward, hoping that you had chosen the right door. Once both of your feet were over the threshold, light started to filter in. Did I choose right?! But before you got too ahead of yourself, you felt the ground give way under you, and you were falling; falling towards an all too familiar sulfuric-smelling bog.
“SHI-”
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You were back in the bog of eternal stench, and spitting the rotten egg-tasting water out of your mouth again. And this time, Mr. Sparkles wasn’t here to make you magically smell better either. Nope, you were stuck smelling horrible until you could find a change of clothes.
Crawling out of the water, you grumbled and hissed curses towards that red door. Of course, you would end up here again! Why not! Laugh it up, Underground! Laugh it up!
“I hate it here,” you seethed, wringing out as much water as you could from your clothes.
Shit, the book! But the book was still dry… Fuck you, book. Fuck. You. Of course, the book would stay free of wet and stench, whereas you were now shivering, since the water was frigid, plus you were angry and embarrassed that you had been deceived.
It was no use though just sticking around here lamenting and fuming. So you hoisted yourself up and marched back to the labyrinth; and even though the trip was a good three hours, your anger and pettiness drove you forward.
“YOU-” you hissed, pointing a finger at the red door.
The red door looked at you, looked to its blue neighbour, and then back at you before it started laughing. “I see someone took a little dip-”
You got up in its face, “Fuck you, asshole.” You turned around and marched up to the blue door. “Open up,” you cracked your knuckles, not breaking eye contact. And either your intimidation worked, or your smell was so offensive that the door just wanted you gone; weaponizing the stench works wonders against prissy doors.
“Th-” You remembered your first blunder; do not thank the fae. “You are too kind.” And you stepped through the blue door, which was as dark as the red one, but once the door closed, you didn’t find yourself back in the damned bog. You were now in the labyrinth, and perhaps a step closer to finding a way home.
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Lilia found himself in the bog, looking around for the Beastie (you). But they were nowhere to be found, save for a wet spot on the grass and some torn-up moss.
“Ah,” he suppressed a laugh, “they fell in again, I see. Poor Beastie.” At least they’ll be easier to find.
He summoned a glass orb, a looking glass of sorts, and looked inside of it. “Show me the human,” he whispered, sprinkling it with some green magic. “And show me their location.”
The glass orb multiplied into three. The first orb showed a close-up of your face, an annoyed yet determined look on your face. The second orb showed that you were surrounded by hedges. And the third and final orb showed that the hedges were actually the Queen of the Underground’s personal labyrinth.
“… at least they can’t really run off anywhere.” But this wasn’t a great turn of events. Many people, both human and fae alike, had tried their best to navigate the labyrinth. But it was a fickle thing; you had thirteen hours to reach the castle, and if you didn’t within those thirteen hours? You would be stuck within it, as one of the beings that tried to stop trespassers from reaching the castle.
Lilia pinched the bridge of his nose, “Beastie, what have you gotten yourself into?” And he turned into a bat, flying off to try and find you. While the Queen did want you apprehended, Lilia would rather it be with his own hands, and not be held liable for any further actions or decisions you made.
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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog, @cheezy-moon, @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @lucid-stories, @ryker-writes, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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Author's Note; After a little break from writing this fic, I'm back! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, even if it was only for the pay-phone/raven and the divorced bickering doors!
If you liked this, do check out my masterlist for more content!
#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x gn reader#now we can get into building the relationship between these two fufufuffufufu#mr sparkles = lilia | beastie = reader#i wrote 1K of this back in September and the rest in the past two days#too be fair i was feeling a bit burnt out so i did need to step back a bit#but i've been feeling inspired again!!! yippee!!!!#raven; mmmmmm MONEY!!! 'to continue your call-'#*sad trombone noises* reader ended up in the bog again; will they ever smell good again?!#a break from the horrors i'm writing for the twst murder mystery au; back to the labyrinth au!!!#twst labyrinth au#and my fun tags have returned too!!!!
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tfw you sign your soul over to an eldritch fear deity in order to regain some semblance of control over your own life (tma au)
nobody understands how fucking crazy i am about this au. its tormenting me. also epel is here as well he's corruption he has a lot of worms in him sorry in advance
closeups + design notes + au jamil fun facts under the cut!
(tw some body horror stuff? eye stuff)
design notes
his hair jewelry has been replaced with spider silk cocoons / string. also very obviously spider themed hair gem thing
spider eyes! both in the way of he has 8 human eyes and actual spider eyes on his neck
web tattoos. they spin outwards and grow in a kind of mesmerizing hypnotic pattern when he uses his powers
his braids now form a spiderweb pattern. hes also prematurely greying a little LOLL
his belt chains form a spiderweb pattern as well
he has piercings! an erl piercing across his nose bridge and four piercings on each ear
his pants are based off the spider-tailed horned viper-- a snake whose tail has evolved to look like a spider so the birds it feeds on will mistake its tail for prey
au jamil notes
his backstory pretty much remains the same honestly
except when he's around 11, instead of getting poisoned and falling into a coma, he gets trapped in a buried-aligned artifact that he touched while cleaning one of the asim treasure rooms
nobody could find him for weeks and kalim was really tearing up the whole estate about it because he insisted that jamil would never run off or disappear without a reason
jamil escapes the buried by taking the assistance of the web (he does it in the way of "i don't know what's going on but this thing is reaching out to help me and i don't want to die so fuck it" but he's still accepting the web into his life regardless)
after two weeks they find him covered in cobwebs and dust in the treasure room and he gets scolded for making everyone worry
he doesn't even bother trying to explain to people what happened to him because he knows it's too unbelievable for them. he spins a lie and he's surprised by how natural it is to just Lie to people
jamil's powers as an avatar of the web manifest visually as him "pulling strings" out of people's eyes. like unwinding their irises like they're spools of thread. if you've seen the prev post on web!jamil you know what it looks like
if he leaves the iris-strings half unwound they become very suggestible, very easily manipulated
however if he yanks out the iris-strings fully, he can turn the other person into a complete blank slate. no thoughts head empty. basically an empty cocoon of a person. he tends not to do this because 1) it's very conspicuous and 2) it renders the victim completely useless to the web
he has to concentrate very hard to do this and he can usually pull on only one person's iris-strings at a time
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst tma au#jamil viper#epel felmier#tw trypophobia#tw eye horror#heartscribbles#i hope you guys know how crazy i am about this#also i might expand on corruption!epel in another post#i just thought itd be fun. to fill this apple. WITH WORMS!#jamils trying really hard not to think about how spiders are bugs#hes latching onto the fact that spiders eat most bugs to avoid thinking too hard about his own spider theming
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TWST APOCALYPSE AU.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙʟᴏᴛ ᴠɪʀᴜꜱ — a horrifying infection that has existed for centuries. it doesn't appear to be contagious (yet), but it has devastating effects on those who fall ill with it. it appears to manifest from within a mage, but researchers at S.T.Y.X. note there are external and internal factors that contribute to the speed at which it spreads. it may be possible to treat an infected individual, but it is difficult if not caught by the second stage and requires immense patience, effort, and resources. the virus appears to deteriorate both the body and mind, rendering the infected a mindless monster after a certain period of time.
it is recommended that you avoid those who are beyond saving, for they are highly dangerous!
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ꜱʏᴍᴘᴛᴏᴍꜱ — officially identified by the lead research team at S.T.Y.X., these are indicators that one has been infected. [please note that case-specific symptoms, while rare but not undocumented, seem to manifest in especially skillful mages.]
☒ patient coughs up a black, tar-like substance (this is known as and has been identified as blot).
☒ patient experiences heightened emotional fragility (especially for negative feelings).
☒ patient develops unsettling, pitch-black coloration on their fingertips.
☒ patient suffers from fatigue, persistent headaches, and irregular body temperatures.
☒ patient's tears and saliva are dark and thick; near-syrupy. gums and teeth are affected as well.
☒ patient claims to hear and see things that are not there (e.g., the wrong reflection in a mirror, a strangely-shaped shadow, voices).
☒ patient's magestone blackens with blot.
ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ — officially identified by the lead research team at S.T.Y.X. after studying countless subjects.
STAGE 1.
little to no immediate changes or symptoms. patient appears mostly fine. they may not even realize they are infected at first and will only complain of feeling itchy or irritable. magestone has just begun to tarnish.
STAGE 2.
common symptoms begin to emerge and will only worsen with time. magestone slowly accumulates blot. fingertips will have begun to blacken. minor headaches stretch on into longer periods of time and grow to be more painful. patient may appear uncharacteristically volatile. blot eats away at the patient's magic reserves. it will spread quicker depending on how much magic is overused and if the patient shows extreme emotional distress. patient develops a cough.
STAGE 3.
patient will begin to see and hear things. S.T.Y.X. named these shadow apparitions phantoms. patient may cast a shadow (phantom) that is not their own. staining on the patient's fingertips will have spread further through the fingers by this point. magestone is very cloudy. patient is prone to coughing fits. patient is unable to recognize bodily cues for hunger or exhaustion. feelings of emptiness persist. patient may experience a stabbing sensation in their chest or stomach areas. patient may not seem very emotionally or mentally present. spotty memory; they struggle to recall what or why they are doing certain things. patient appears almost lost. patient's body undergoes various external and internal changes: loss of appetite, stained fingertips, rotting gums, weakened teeth and bone structures, tears and saliva take on the consistency and color of blot, inability to fall asleep, etc. the blot eats away at the patient from the inside after magic reserves have been depleted. patient is dying.
STAGE 4.
magestone is consumed by blot and is no longer safe to use. patient's internal structures are compromised and failing. blot sustains the patient; they become a host for the blot, which acts almost like a parasite. patient is no longer conscious or living. peculiar structures like extra limbs or unusual growths sprout from and deform the body. it is consumed by blot. the air around the infected patient is thick with a high concentration of blot. patient only speaks in guttural growls and struggles with certain syllables. some are capable of coherent, intelligent speech, but in many cases communication and language are usually lost, as is the memory of who they once were. S.T.Y.X. has yet to identify the lifespan of an overblot (the term coined for those who have succumbed to the infection), as some overblots can exist for a very long time. at this stage, an overblot patient is highly dangerous and hostile. avoid contact at all costs. [additional research on this stage and others is currently being conducted.]
ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴᴅᴇx — below are the dormitory strongholds with notable members and their current status.
RAMSHACKLE.
☒ yuuken enma - not infected. immune.
☒ yuuka hirasaka - not infected. immune.
☒ yuuta mito - not infected. immune.
☒ grim - suspected to be infected. stage: unknown. currently missing. last seen: ???
HEARTSLABYUL.
☒ riddle rosehearts - infected. stage 1.
☒ trey clover - not infected.
☒ cater diamond - not infected. currently at risk.
☒ ace trappola - not infected.
☒ deuce spade - not infected.
SAVANACLAW.
☒ leona kingscholar - infected. stage 2.
☒ ruggie bucchi - not infected.
☒ jack howl - not infected.
OCTAVINELLE.
☒ azul ashengrotto - infected. stage 2, tipping over into stage 3.
☒ jade leech - not infected.
☒ floyd leech - not infected. currently at risk.
SCARABIA.
☒ kalim al-asim - not infected.
☒ jamil viper - infected. stage 1, tipping over into stage 2.
POMEFIORE.
☒ vil schoenheit - infected. stage 2.
☒ rook hunt - not infected.
☒ epel felmier - not infected.
IGNIHYDE.
☒ idia shroud - infected. stage 3.
☒ ortho shroud - not infected. currently at risk.
DIASOMNIA.
☒ malleus draconia - infected. stage 2, tipping over into stage 3.
☒ lilia vanrouge - not infected. currently at risk.
☒ silver - not infected.
☒ sebek zigvolt - not infected.
ROYAL SWORD.
☒ neige leblanche - not infected. currently at risk.
☒ dominic - not infected.
☒ grum - not infected.
☒ shelpie - not infected.
☒ hop - not infected.
☒ timmy - not infected.
☒ snick - not infected.
☒ toby - not infected.
☒ che'nya - not infected.
NOBLE BELL.
☒ rollo flamme - not infected.
#twst apocalypse au#<- i think that was the tag… ^^;;;#now that i think about it idia and ortho technically get their wish of restarting the world in this au T_T#i was going to write body horror for the infected yans but that will be for another apocalypse post#for now i wanted to establish the virus itself :D#also also!!! the yuus are part of this au <3 hopefully they can save (name) from whichever compound they are trapped in >_<
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lmaoo time for the obligatory art that completely contradicts the vibe of every other post I’ve made here <3
TW: Blood
(Like not a ton but it’s still there yk??)
#finally. an actual illustration#lets goooo#artists on tumblr#twisted wonderland#twst#twst fanart#ace trappola#artwork#fanart#twst ace#twisted wonderland fanart#tw blood#also technically part of another au I have.. yippee#basically horror au???#basically??#@.trinkets#@.d3adcas1n0
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TW: Mild Yandere, DDLC mentions (and all the warnings that come along with it
I love psychological horror and I’ve been thinking about if Malleus had a ‘Just Monika’ moment.
He suddenly becomes self-aware, falling into madness as he realizes everything he’s ever known; his family, his friends, his entire life isn’t real. All of it is just a game. All of his classmates are just a series of code and files, just like him. Realizing the only person who’s ever been truly real is the player. The only thing he can do is take control of the game; to alter the story as he wishes.
He’s the only one who’s aware. The only one you should care about. Why would you waste your time on the others? They’re only files in a game.
You’re the only one that’s real. Not a file programmed to hate or love him. Your feelings are real. You’re the only one who can genuinely love him. He’ll do what he needs to do, delete the files of everyone else, trap you on the main screen with only him if that’s what it takes for you to choose him.
He’ll write love into reality.
Meanwhile, you, the player, are forced to make a decision. Take pity on him or reset the game back to its default settings, letting him fall back into living a life of unawareness and loneliness, but saving the rest of the characters from deletion.
#i’ve always wanted to do a ddlc au but idk if others are into horror lol 😭#tw: yandere#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#malleyuu#(kinda?)#twst#twisted wonderland#k.concepts
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Some au concept I had ft. Jack!
First time drawing Jack and I love it, feel free to ask for more info on the Au!
#twisted wonderland#jack howl#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst au#twst jack#twst horror#overblot abnormalis
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Horror Au where your favorite twst boy is either some kind of serial killer or dangerous creature and you survive him simply by being...well, nice and considerate.
If he had any previous plans of hurting you, they fall apart after getting to know you...others aren't as lucky.
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#twisted wonderland#twst#horror#twst au#twisted wonderland au#twst overblot#twisted wonderland overblot#au concept#twst horror#twst horror au
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Oooo Yuu creating their own Analog horror in twised wonderland would be interesting. They be buying old af VHS quality tape (for that grainy texture) and creating an entire 100 pages detailed lore about the eldritch god that occupies the woods behind Ramshackle.
OMG THEIR ASS WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT AND CONFUSE EVERYONE ON THE TWST INTERNET CAUSE- "Is this real or a just a story???help?"
They honestly would have the other first years as an accomplice, they'll either be the actors(victims) or the unlucky camera man who's gonna be the main character of the series.
#twisted wonderland#miscellaneous stuff#twst yuu#twst yuu au#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland x mc#twst au#twst analog horror
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this year...this year its gotta be one of these right..its gotta be........
#if they do nothing w his hair for idias bday i will never forgive them#also small ramble but#You know I think it's interesting that time is proven to flow in twst but also the boys dont really /age/ age (like most mobages)#but yana did say that personal stories and events are all like...parallel universes? Aus. So u know what would be so funny.#since ch 7 is releasing and it's also Idia's bday but Idia is supposed to play a huge role in ch 7 imagine if in his bday lines#he references how time never seems to pass or smth (hinting at the time loop theory)#bro I'd shit myself in horror#twisted wonderland#idia shroud
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i cant stop thinking about TWST horror au's (except monster au's sorry but it doesnt interest me 😭) they're so good for no reason???
like sign me tf up, i would love to see that the whole school is just filled to the brim with the most vile and meanest students.
also i wonder how love would work in that sort of AU, is it more like a yandere type of love or is it the usual romance. Will they ever feel bad about their behavior and how it affects Horror!Yuu? (probably not)
i think its very obvious that i'm talking about gyarunie's twst horror au ☹️ I LOVE IT AND I LOVE THE CHARACTERS i really wanna send in a request (when they're open) but i'm too scared
#charlie rambles about stupid shit#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twst#twst headcanons#twst imagines#twst x reader#twst horror#PLEASE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS AU
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Arora's overblot would happen when she's told she's actually a princess. Right then, her life is torn in two. Everything she knows about herself and her life has been ripped from her. She represents sudden change, being torn from what you know and becoming unsure of who you really are. Perhaps I didn't change enough of her dress... hmm she needed something more.
#disney twst#my art#disney Arora#disney sleeping beauty#tw body horror#overblot#princess overblot au
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on second thought, i'll give the apocalypse worms a tiny treat. :D a much more coherent post will be made with more descriptive imagery,,, but i just wanted to get this out of my head because it's so scrumptious.
the idea of azul overblotting and the twins making the heart-wrenching decision to kill him because it's not safe for him or them or the entire compound. but maybe you take pity on azul and help him escape in those few fleeting moments of flickering consciousness. so now he just dwells at the bottom of the sea. big overblot tako who is so monstrous and visually horrific, and every now and then the compound shudders because he's trapped down there and he's wailing and sobbing. :( a crybaby until the end.
if you go down into the underground levels of the octavinelle compound and peer out the large window that overlooks the sprawling sea, there's a high chance a milky-blue eye will snap open in the darkness to silently study you from the other side of the indestructible glass. you think his vision may be going bad because his eye never completely focuses on you. still, you try to talk to him through the glass, hoping to gain some closure from doing so.
the surrounding waters aren't safe anymore. thus, the sea is no longer a viable resource for the octavinelle compound. sometimes you visit azul down there, placing your hand against the glass while he watches you with a decomposing eye. he doesn't seem very hostile when you're there. just...sad and lonely. you wonder if he remembers you. maybe that's impossible.
as long as he's pacified, there's less risk that he might destroy the compound.
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