I apparently wrote this on July 4th of last year. It’s almost been a full year since I started playing Twisted Wonderland and that’s wild to me. I just live here now lmao anyway here’s wonderwall—
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It was unusual for her not to leave her last class of the day without at least Deuce by her side but there was some important Heartslabyul meeting that he and Ace had to attend. They couldn’t be late and Chris was understanding of this. Riddle would have their heads if he was in a bad enough mood, and no one wanted to risk anymore of that. Jack had a different class than the trio for their last period, so Chris was walking on her own. The hallway wasn’t complete empty as there were students sprinkled around here and there minding their business, but it was much less crowded than it was throughout the day. Chris hummed a tune as she carried what had been dubbed “the bubble” on her back. It was just a cat carrier for Grim to sit in, but calling it “the bubble” was much funnier. Grim would normally complain about the bubble and just how humiliating it was for a “great mage” to be carried around in such a thing, but today he was quiet. Chris had to keep him awake until the final bell but once he was free to rest he didn’t hesitate. Grim slept peacefully to the muffled sounds of Chris’s tune and the gentle sway of her paces. It was nice for both of them. Chris was slow to walk down a set of stairs so not to disturb the sleepy creature and jostle him awake, but each step made her lag behind most of her schoolmates. Eventually everyone seemed far enough away that she felt safe enough to bring her humming to quiet singing. Someone would have to be fairly close to hear her words.
”Cruel and cold like winds on the sea,
Will you ever return to me?”
Since her latest Crowley-assigned-odd-job regarding the Housewarden of the Octavinelle Dorm, she’d been recalling ocean related songs. Having been in the ocean for a while had really brought out her inner siren… or something. She couldn’t recall how she knew the handful of shanties that she did, but there was really no point in fretting about it. They sounded nice, so why not sing them when given the chance.
“Over waves and deep in the blue,
I will give up my heart for you.”
Chris turned the corner without looking. It had already become muscle memory for her, so she hardly had to check where she was going. She knew her way out of the school and to her dorm. It was almost mindless at this point. So much so that she hardly noticed her own footsteps.
Or anyone else’s.
”Come my love, be one with the sea.
Rule with me for eternity.”
Suddenly the song, along with her steps were briskly put to a halt. She’d bumped into someone when her guard was down but quickly snapped back to reality, stumbling back in the process.
“Sorry! I’m sor—“
She looked up to see an all too familiar figure turn to look at her.
Floyd.
“Was that you, shrimpy?” He mused, a smile spreading across his face. He laughed as his twin, only a few steps ahead of him, turned to see what had just happened.
Jade.
Both of them.
“Are you two alright?” The other boy asked, stepping back to be as uncomfortably close to Chris as his brother. She felt as though she had rapidly shrunk. There was no ill will between them, but Chris couldn’t shake the feeling of danger she felt whenever they approached. This time she was alone. No one could save her.
“Did you hear shrimpy?” Floyd asked, turning to his brother. “He was singing!”
“That was him?” Jade asked, bemused by the idea.
Chris didn’t dare make a sound.
“Yeah! Maybe Azul shoulda had him give his voice as collateral instead of the dorm when they made that contract.” Floyd laughed at his own joke, but this only reinforced the fear that was already brewing inside of Chris. Jade finally turned his attention to her.
Oh no.
“What my brother means to say is: you have a lovely voice.” He began. “Besides, we’d have no practical use for it.”
Not as reassuring as he might have thought, but there wasn’t much that either of them could say that could convince Chris not to run at the first chance she’d get.
“But you heard him right?” Floyd said, getting his brother’s attention again. “He almost sounded like a—“
Somewhere a pair of lightbulbs flickered on, illuminating what was once hidden.
Girl. Chris sounded like a girl.
The duo looked back at Chris only to see that she was already darting back around the corner she came from. They could hear Grim’s muffled shouting from his bubble, as he was definitely awake now. She was a good distance away by the time the two wordlessly agreed to go after her. They had so many questions now, and there was always a bit of fun to a chase, right?
“Wait up!”
“Come back!”
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Also for anyone who’s wondering, this is the bubble:
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I work at spirit halloween, We have powerpuff girls costumes, Unfortunately it's the reboot design but they're also just....so cursed I sorta love them
Aww, bummer! I guess their grim presence is at least on theme for Halloween times.
I remember when Spirit had a ton of OG PPG stuff the year before they announced they were making Dance Pantsed (at the time I had a feeling they were testing to see if PPG merch would still sell so they could make a new series or do a special… kind of like they’re doing now… ~foreboding~…). I snagged a Mojo candy bag (that I still have!) because I was stunned they were actually selling something with him on it!
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Remember that background I posted as a teaser for the 2021 fratt bang? In April of 2021? WELL HERES THE FULL PIECE.
The background to this AU where The Defenders aren’t superheroes is that they all know each other because they were in a terrible band together while in college in the 90s. They were Not Good, but that’s okay because the band was mostly an excuse to hang out and drink together. They played exactly one (1) show at Josie’s, and none of them discussed what they would be wearing ahead of time, beyond generally agreeing to really go all out. Danny was baked and didn’t get the memo, Foggy styled Matt but Matt got cold and put on one of those amazing colorblock wind breakers, and both Jess and Luke are kinda stuck in the 80s.
They were banned from playing in her bar again, but Josie keeps photographic evidence on the wall.
This will eventually be present in @sevdrag’s Fratt fic, He Thinks Like a King, too.
Here it is without all the “it was the 90s so I took film to get developed at the pharmacy so I could look at the picture” effects.
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