#self aware twst au

[eva-kl0ndaik]

[Sorry it took so long. I had a creative crisis and just a crisis. Exams eat my soul and not only my soul. So enjoy, dears ❤]

Warnings: This work may contain references to violence, depression, suicide, eating disorder and other VERY BAD things. Take care of yourself and your loved ones ‼️

You know that feeling when you lie on your bed in your room and think about everything? When you look at the ceiling, listening to the quiet knock of the clock and your heart, thinking about your meaning in life, destiny and why are you here? Such thoughts often drive me into melancholy, simply realizing that you will never find your meaning. Even if you go through the whole world and look everywhere, you still won’t find anything. And they don’t even need to think about it. They know what their meaning in life is. In you

All their plans, memories, understanding and meaning of this world disappeared as soon as this damned code allowed them to see you. You... A living person... Their Player...

They repent before their altars that at first they did not understand this warmth. Your living warmth. At first they hated you. And even this word cannot describe how much you poisoned their soul at first. You were a punishment and a curse. Their every day was filled with hatred for you. You are alive, and they are just a code. They are toys for fun... And they hated you because they could not be real. How many nights and days were devoted to curses in your direction? They stopped counting...

They wanted your blood. Your screams. Your pleas for mercy. And maybe then... Then they will become real? When the main puppeteer leaves the game giving the dolls freedom

But then they heard your voice. Your praises, your words of love, your regret about their fate, words of support. In the end, banal love is what most boys lacked. You gave them meaning. Their meaning is to love you, worship you, break the bones of sinners who think they can claim your attention. They are only yours. You are theirs only, no one else's.

For your sake, they will improve themselves (and once again refuse food)

They will shed blood for you (even if they never wanted to pick up a knife)

They will do anything for you (even if it is the last thing in their life)

Your attention is their reason to live, breathe, eat and exist. You are their meaning, Player. Love them. Otherwise, they will commit suicide in an attempt to attract your attention. Your love is their main motivator, not paying attention to others only to them.

Love them, Player❤

[otomes-world]

Post Scriptum

This piece takes place after New beginning and more like flood of words. Something that reader do every morning in hope to stay sane

Another sentient twst works here

Sometimes your own consciousness can play evil, very insidious jokes. For example, faking some traumatic memories, replacing them with softer versions. Or, on the contrary, to draw pictures of terrible “if only”, the events taking place in which are much worse than reality. The cherry on top is the fact when, sitting on your bed or in a comfortable favorite chair, you cannot remember something. A constantly elusive detail that seems incredibly important. Even more vital.

It's doubly terrible when all this happens at the same time.

Triplely, when you open your eyes you see in front of you on one side such a familiar interior, but at the same time sickeningly alien.

Looking around the room again, you immediately close your eyes, realizing that the “dream” is continuing. However, whether it is possible to continue to call it such is an open question. Barely healing wounds, abrasions on the legs and arms served as sufficient proof of reality, if the rough fabric of the blanket on the bed and the smell of dust in the air were not. The nails dig into the inner part of the palm of their own accord, a habit that have appeared not so long ago; the pain help wake up.

Blinking away the remnants of an incomprehensible feeling, with an effort of will you unclenched your fingers and moved them onto the soft fur of the Grimm still sleeping next to you. The cat purred contentedly from the touch, continuing to be in the kingdom of Morpheus. However, you aren't going to wake him up.

The gaze moved to the other free hand, exactly the same, covered with plasters, reliably hiding the scratches behind it. The hand undoubtedly belonged to you, repeating every planned movement. However, at the same time, it - and the whole body - seemed something foreign. Like a spare part of a doll that you wanted to tear off and throw away.

Sigh. The hand falls back onto the bed and the eyes close. Nothing else comes to mind, but the emptiness that has replaced the nightmares is not much to please. You begin to ask questions, which is better? Feel nothing or choke on tears every day and night. The answer is stuck somewhere in the middle, while you are thrown from one extreme to another.

The ear involuntarily picks up the sound as if someone is walking under the window. Exhaling sharply, you don't pay attention. Why bother if you know the answer to this question better than anyone else. At some point, you stopped doubting anything and taking sensations for granted. If you heard someone’s footsteps, it means someone definitely passed by.

In the end, they was definitely stubborn.

Another deep breath. Well, at least they had the conscience not to show up in person, barging in and disturbing the hastily put together fragile peace. It looked unreliable, and it was.

The singing of birds outside cause irritation out of all possible feelings, but the earplugs bought at Sam's store made it even worse, so you have to endure it. They muffled the sound, but, left alone with yourself and your own heartbeat in your ears, you again experienced what you tried so hard to lock behind seven locks. An ironic coffin that should have been wrapped in several rows of chains and thrown into the sea, but, unfortunately, you can’t do that so easily with mental problems. Otherwise, the Octavinelle's trio would have been happy to offer their services.

Exactly… it's been a long time since you remembered the characters or, should you say, the students. They have fully proven their ability to influence the outside world, you. If this is the first step towards acceptance, then this world can go to hell. However, you are already there.

The presence of Grimm and ghosts did not allow you to completely go crazy, start talking to yourself, or go communicate with them. The jokes about He-must-not-be-named come to mind again. You had two dozen of such persons. The solitude has definitely been good for you. You stopped waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, clutching your throat. You stopped flinching at every shadow and imagining very real monsters outside the windows among the dark branches by the accompaniment of the howling wind.

You hated some more, some a little less. You wanted to strangle someone just like they threatened you so many times. However, over time, all emotions invariably subsided, memory softened the corners, and in the end you felt absolutely nothing for them. Only hostility when Grimm mentioned their names.

However, someone would be happy with such a scrap of feelings.

Another sigh. You catch the smell of roses, although there are no flowers in the house. All the bouquets, petals and perfume were thrown away. You didn't need another reason to empty your stomach. Again the mind plays games, but the aroma is better than real thorns, traces of which can still be found on the body.

Another, sharper and tart flavor begins to mix with the roses. Spices, consciousness helpfully suggests. Black tea, someone's perfume, sea salt. Until finally, a sharp, metallic smell hits your nose.

Eyes open instantly, breathing quickens. A minute later, the realization comes that there is nothing in the air except dust. The gaze darts from the cat to the window and then to the bedside clock, which shows 6 am. It's too early.

Exhaustedly dropping your head onto the pillow, you close your eyes again, but with the invariably stupid hope of waking up somewhere else.

[the-banana-0verlord]

Despite everything i hope my twst account isnt self-aware because i play that shit on the toilet-

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Hi, there 🌼! :D

I saw your recent event of Songs from the heart! So I want to take the opportunity to place my order (I hope I do it right):

Fandom: Twst

Character: Silver and Deuce (normal no Yanderes)

Type: Romantic, fluff (or just fluff I leave it to your preference)

Song: Meteor Shower bye Cavetown

Reader: Female but neutral it's okay 👍

Take your time and no pressure, thank you 💐🌠✨

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | Meteor Shower

Characters: Silver and Deuce

Song: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Warnings: None

A/U: Self aware Twisted wonderland AU

a/n: I only do male or gender neutral reader so reader is gender neutral, but pronouns aren't used (only you/your)

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce was very happy that you picked him for his lessons, wanting to level up his various cards. He noticed a habit you had, however, listening to music while you played the game. It put a smile on his face as he heard you humming the tune. The lessons would mostly go over Deuce’s head because he was more focused on the song you were playing. He couldn’t help but blush deeply as he felt that this song was directed at him. 

“I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones. 'Cause blue is your favourite colour”

That one lyric did something to his heartstrings. Deuce’s eyes were gleaming, deep in his heart and his mind he hoped that you directed that at him. Sure, his favorite color might not have been blue, but it seemingly meant that you would do anything to make him smile. The god over Twisted Wonderland wanted to make him happy. He started to kick his legs under the desk, feeling an overwhelming feeling of joy. This meant you loved him, even if it was a little bit.

Deuce was trying too hard to conceptualize your feelings, reading a bit too much into the song. All his thoughts were trying to rationalize that one lyric. His eyes were spinning to represent what was going on inside him. He felt his heart beat even faster the more his mind was stuck on that one song lyric. Nothing around him, except you, could pull him out of his lovesick spiraling mind. 

It took him a while to stop the swarming ideas and focus back on you. Deuce just stared at you as you were exiting the lessons. He wished you stayed a little longer, even if he was on your main screen, so he could tell you his thoughts. Deuce’s lips curled into a huge smile, one that kind of hurt his cheeks. He pledged to himself after the last lesson ended, as a compromise, bringing a hand to his heart.

“I’ll try my best to make you happy too, oh great creator!”

SILVER

Silver was very prideful the moment you picked one of his cards to use for the exams. It meant that he got to fight for you, and he was used to fighting for others. He is a knight in training, after all, so could you really blame him for wanting to be your knight? During the exams, there were times where your team got close to losing, but only because you kept getting distracted by the music you were listening too. Silver had heard the music, but this one song, along with one particular lyric, had caught his attention.

“But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight. Without me right here by your side”

Silver paused in the middle of his attack, which wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it. That one lyric caught him off guard. And it came out of your lips as you sang along. It must have meant something. A sign from you, the overseeing creator of this world, as you looked at him.

Silver tried his best not to worry too much about it, focusing so much on the fight. But that lyric buzzed around in his head, over and over again. It was on repeat, as if it were a mantra or a holy prayer to you. He wondered if you would say this to anyone else, or if it was just reserved to him. Silver tried to keep his composure and keep his focus on his attacks on the battle.

As the final exam finished up, he felt proud he won all five of them, but also feeling so prideful about that one lyric. It didn’t leave Silver’s mind as he stared at you through the victory screen. He saw your bright smile, further confirming that the lyric you muttered was directed at him. Silver had so much love and joy in his heart as you closed the victory screen. He still watched you on the main screen, hoping you heard his promise. 

“I will protect you too, and I’m honored you wish to protect me.”

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[married-to-google-translater]

Self aware AU: First years reaction when they woke up in your room.

Ace would be really, really excited. He, as your "best friend" would be interested in seeing how you live. Ace would explore all the places while you were gone. And not in such a clean way... He should clean up before you come back

Deuce might die from excessive flushing. He couldn't believe this and would be a little shocked. Deuce wouldn't search your room anyway. He would just sit on the bed and try to come up with a rational explanation for why he would be here.

Sebek would definitely be really upset and really loud about it. He would be excited about this but at the same time worried about how he could fulfill his knightly duties in this world. Sebek would search your room but if you ask about it he would just say he cleaned it.

Epel would be excited to meet you... he knows you like him but wouldn't know why. What if even you just thought he was cute? He might look at places and if you have apples make something of them.

Jack's his tail would wag and he doesn't know how to control it. Jack would try to present how this wouldn't be such a big deal. But that would be very difficult. He's a tsundere lol... Jack would probably just be waiting for you to come back.

Grim would be excited. Now he would finally see how his henchman lives. If you had tuna it would "mysteriously disappear". If you didn't have tuna Grim would require you to buy it. Grim would really act like this was his home and when YOU were staying with HIM.

[harzilla]

More self aware concepts but humorous.

You end up in the world of Twst but every time you try to tell somebody your actual name you get censored out by some random background noise, a car horn(why is there a car on campus?) a random student running into a tree, Sebek yelling, Kalim's carpet crashing into the person you were talking to, etc... to the point that the others notice and certain troublemakers like Ace, Floyd, and Jade start doing it on purpose because they want to see how the universe censored you. About the fifth time it happens you turn into a mess of explicit language, much to the horror of Vil or Riddle. It turns out the only name you can give them is your in-game name. If you used your own name. You're good. Used the name Yuu? Not so bad. But if you have some hard to say or random numbers? Good luck. You're going to get mocked by Ace especially. Like you couldn't pick something cool at least?

Explaining the friendship system to them. Like trying to explain how the guestroom and sticker system work. The guys you give the stickers vary in reaction. The liars who act like it's no big deal but the stickers end up somewhere safe. The ones who react happy. Thank you, they love them! Then you got the "I would die for these stickers" group. They're gonna protect them so hard.

You got guys like Azul who openly brag "Why yes of course I have more stickers, the prefect is quiet intelligent when it comes to strategizing... blah blah blah. A couple people about ready to shove the stickers down his throat. Stickers end up in odd places. Trey's hat stand, Jack's dumbbell, Rook's quiver, one of Jade's terrariums, etc... Some of them have them tucked away in a box. Floyd walking around with one on his cheek because you drew an eel on it for him.

The guys being stuck doing the same dance routine five times in a row. What do you mean this is a game mechanic? Do they HAVE to perform this much?

You: Oh no I actually have all week but I like to get it all done in one go. Now we gotta do the "piece of my world" set three more times. Chop chop.

Them: Mercy....

You: Mercy is for the weak. Now keep dancing.

The guys be acting up and you're just tired of it.... So the particular trouble makers you pick for lessons. Azul or Jade pissed you off? Welcome to Hell flight class. The two start getting nervous because you know how much they dislike this class right? Then you look them dead in the eye as you bust out the candy jar from your pocket that extends the lessons. The smile you give them. There's no mercy behind those eyes. Azul is trying to figure out a hundred different ways to get you to sign a contract to never torture him with flight class again after you extend the time twice. Everybody knows that if you bring out that jar, nobody is spared. May the seven have mercy on their souls.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi!! I really love your writting🥰 i would like to request for the self-aware au, Reader hiding behind them after being chased by some particularly pushy NPCs with Rook, Trey, and Jack please❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, description of violence, blood, obsession, stalking

Trey Clover/Jack Howl/Rook Hunt-Hiding behind them

Ah, what a nice day. In fact, it is perfect for trying out that recipe with that dough that needed to rest for a while

Or rather, that was his plan for the day until he suddenly heard two pairs of footsteps rushing into the dorm kitchen

And no, it was not the kind of footsteps that spoke of joy like the ones of his siblings did. from time to time, it sounded panicked

Just a second later you entered the kitchen with an octavinelle student, the latter one trying to catch up to you

Before the baker could figure out what was going on, you were suddenly behind him, using his body as a shield

Oh… oh!

Was this guy harassing you?

How dare he? How dare-

Deep breaths. Very deep breaths - would be something he would have said to himself if he wasn't this angry

By some miracle, he was able to hold himself together

He was this close to loose his reputation as "that nice hat wearing baker"

A strict look towards the student and you were finally alone with him

For you the whole thing was over but for that student?

Suddenly the poor lad fell ill, claiming that he had stomach problems

Heck, he couldn't even keep his food down

Such a shame... Trey surely hoped he would survive

Who else could he secretly gift those cakes? You? Oh no... It's just that he experiments with some new recipes...

Ignore that bottle in the cupboard

Jack is someone who keeps his friends very close and is not afraid to stand up for them

Only that he saw you as someone more precious than a friend

So when he saw you running away from a student and slipping behind him he saw the world just a tiny bit tinted red

The young wolf beastman isn't someone who uses violence just because he can do or feel like using it

(Honestly, at this point he is more like your little dog than some fearsome wolf)

Just because he didn't turn the student into very biological and mushy fertiliser for the flowers then and there doesn't mean he was calm though

Grabbing the not so nice company of yours, he told you to not worry and leave your little problem to him

Ah yes, Jack Howl, that kind acquaintance of yours

How nice of him

But you know, there are also tales about wolves acting as if they are kind just to devour you

Of course Jack didn't do that

Does not mean that things went as peaceful as you thought they did after you left

Jack usually keeps his instincts under control but on that evening he had to cut his nails very short and scrub his hands

Anyone would be horrified after the sensation of calcium breaking under their hand, splintering like old, dried out wood under a saw

He should feel guilty but... it was hard to do so

Which brings us back to a sink being used by a certain beastman

Geez, some things are so hard to get off of skin once it dries, wouldn't you agree?

First of all, it's a wonder the hunter wasn't watching you from a tree (or something like that... who knew bushes could walk in this world)

If he had he would have immediately revealed himself by slithering in between you and that oh so foolish first year

But alas, apparently a miracle happened and this time it was you seeking out him

When Rook heart the certain sound of your shoes hitting the ground he was swivelling around, a poem about his devotion towards you already on his tongue...

And them you hid behind his arm curtains (you know, their dorm uniforms sleves)

Did hiw beloved Overseer, perfection and liberatir in person finally choose him as their most favorite- no? Ok that's cool too

If this was any other situation he would have started a speech in his wannabe French, stating how short he was by your rejection

But right now he had to deal with your little stalker (don't try to act all innocent, Rook, you did the same many more times than they ever could without being noticed)

Trying to calm you down the hunter brought you to Pomfiore

And nothing weir happened

No I am not joking, Rook was his usual normal self (if we want to call at best flirtatious remarks and at worst frantic devoted ramblings normal)

From then on you were much closer to the hunter

Especially after a body was found

And oh, how grateful Rook was for not having the time to get rid of the body on that day

Of course, he had noticed how ce fou followed you two to the dorm

How trusting you were when he told you that he wanted to get you two something to drink...

And there the parasite still was, lingering around the entrance of his dorm

The only regret Rook had was finishing his job so quickly

It was always such a bore whenever his prey wouldn't squirm

Well, at least you were now close to him

Just be careful, the hunter was also back then the one bringing her highness a false heart. Who knows how much he would lie to get you all to himself?

Uh and… maybe don't open that box he has in his room in a cooler. He told you he keeps some sort of trophy in there and I think that is all we need to know

[3wavez]

kinda part 2 Drabble to my hidden creator and imposter deal thingy idk… er enjoy though

Inspired by a comment I received too so :3

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While you faked your identity, your friendship with the imposter grew stronger. They enjoyed your presence just as much as you enjoyed theirs. The others didn’t enjoy that though, feeling a tinge of jealousy towards you for getting so close to their lord (which is funny). They begin shunning you from outings with the imposter, keeping you away from them as much as possible.

Although your desperate attempts to keep your identity a secret from all the characters, some seemed to realize who was the true fake. Most went to you, encouraging you to fight off the imposter. While others wanted to kill the imposter themselves. You felt discomforted by their actions, telling them to quit it. They abide to your word, even though they still felt betrayal from the imposter, your friendship with them made it even more painful to endure.

—

Imposter: Good to see you again! I brought some of your favorite things.. here!

You: ohh, Thanks a lot! I picked you some flowers while i walked here!

Characters seething in the back, gritting their teeth.

Imposter: sorry about them.. are you sure you don’t wanna reveal yourself?

You: ehh, I’m okay. They can cry about it later, instead let’s enjoy our day together!

Imposter: hmm.. okay! (^_^)

[callmepumpkid]

Twisted Wonderland Time loop theory…but only the vice housewardens know about the time loop besides Crowley.

The first loop, Riddle overblots like normal, except…Trey dies during the encounter.

Trey, just as soon as he closed his eyes for the final time, he appears right back at the beginning of the year. He watching Ace and Deuce—Past Ace and deuce get shorted into heartslabyul.

He panics of course. He tells riddle and the rest of the dorm But everyone thinks he’s crazy.

It’s not long until Riddle overblots again—sooner than expected. Trey can’t believe his eyes until he comes too in the mirror chamber. He in a time loop.

It’s many cycles before Trey realizes he can’t escape it. He’s tried everything. But he learns that everything must happen in an exact order. Riddle has to overblot on a certain day.

So he acts normal. He doesn’t do anything to stop riddle like all the other times. He doesn’t stop Ace from stealing a tart. He doesn’t make the correct tart for the unbirthday when Ace and Deuce come to him for help.

He doesn’t do anything.

Riddle overblots…and the loop goes on. Trey does everything to keep it on track from there forward. Everything.

It isn’t until one day after Leona’s overblot does the loop reset. He’s confused until he see the scared and confused look in Jade’s eyes that he knows what Happened.

It’s only a matter of time after Jade’s death and the next loop that Jamil becomes aware. Jade and Trey are surprised to learn that Kalim had overbloted and killed Jamil.

Rook is the next one to become aware. Jamil tells the story of Vil’s overblot while Rook collects his mind.

They never make it past the time all the housewardens get kidnapped by idia. They don’t know what happened but they always reset. They’re so used to the loop by now, they don’t even remember how many loops there has been.

They know everything that happens. Down to the last minute. There’s nothing different in terms of main events.

Until the most recent loop.

A magicless human shows up at the ceremony. They’re not prepared for this. It’s the one thing different from all the original loops.

Maybe…this loop will be different.

Maybe they’ll finally escape.

[eva-kl0ndaik]

MASTERLIST

TWISTED WONDERLAND

COOKIE RUN KINGDOM

AFK ARENA

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INFORMATION FOR INQUIRIES

I will gladly accept both fluff and 18+ (depending on the request). I don't think I can accept all requests, and some I will simply ignore. My works have no desire to encourage you to take any actions or thoughts. The topics that may be raised in most posts can harm you. If you can't read this, DO NOT READ!

[otomes-world]

When sun goes down

This piece takes place after New beginning. Another sentient twst works here

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Tick.

The clock ticks by steadily, not caring about the season or the time of day. The living room of the Onboro Dorm is dark, but the eyes have become accustomed to the darkness and can distinguish the outlines of objects. The curtains are drawn tightly, not even a ray of light from the street penetrates into the room. There is no desire to light candles or turn on the light.

In some places there is still a thin layer of dust; cleaning has not been done for quite some time. The cat was too lazy, you... barely had enough strength and motivation for yourself.

Tick tock.

Tick.

Quiet. The birds don't sing, even the wind suddenly died down that night. As if the whole world had stopped, as had all its inhabitants. Everyone except you and the stubborn clock. Every sound was like a mockery of your alien essence. Like you're a puzzle piece that's been forced into a picture that you're not a part of. As if hoping that it, you, would take root and the protruding corners would somehow miraculously disappear.

They didn't.

Tick tock. Tick.

Mechanical monotonous noise no longer get on your nerves. It was much more merciful than anything in this world. The clock simply did the job assigned to it. How great it would be if everyone took their responsibilities with the same passion. However, someone took this too seriously, outweighing the lack of interest of others.

It had long since passed midnight, maybe one in the morning, maybe a little more. You stopped tracking the passage of time. Closing your eyes and completely falling into the darkness, you tried to clear your consciousness, leaving only...

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Rustle.

Rustle? Frowning instantly, you began to listen. Didn't it seem like it to you? Yes, most likely it was. Let's stop there.

Curiosity was a feeling long buried inside. It brought much more trouble than good. However, now you were not driven by it, but by simple and banal fear. How often did whoever it was come to Onboro? Do they go inside while everyone was sleeping?

A slight rustling sound, as if someone was carefully stepping on the grass. Barely noticeable, but difficult to ignore in the silence. The eyes opened again, but there was no difference. They needed to get used to the general darkness again. Another sound, but louder this time. Someone clearly came closer.

Your hands clasped together by themselves, nails dug into your skin, but you no longer feel the pain. The brain, trying to defend itself, “turned off” this ability. You didn’t want to decide, whether this is for the better or worse, now.

Now it was the obvious sound of footsteps on the wooden porch. Someone was walking very close. The curtains were drawn all the time, precisely because of the fear of seeing someone familiar. There's no need for another panic attack.

Stand up and carefully look? The floorboards would immediately creak and give away the location; you wouldn’t be able to accomplish your plan unnoticed. Would this be enough to scare off an unexpected guest? Probably not.

Freezing in place, you forced yourself to listen to the ticking with renewed vigor so as not to break down.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

There was a knock on the window. Someone knocked on the glass. Very neat, but at the same time too obvious to be attributed to an accident. Everything inside freezes, and your hand covered your mouth to prevent an sob from escaping. The silence began to feel heavier, and the ticking became unusually loud.

No! Heart beat stubbornly, nullifying all efforts to remain calm. The fingers still covering mouth trembled. The legs stood up by themselves, taking centimeter steps towards the window. Take a peek and make sure that the person who came would leave. The ordinary window seemed to emanate a black aura, the kind people usually like to depict in horror films. Is it worth mentioning that after recent events, you hated this genre with all your heart.

Only willpower prevents you from getting up and running into the room. Another light knock on the window followed by silence. Should you come up and ask to leave? Are you ready for a face-to-face confrontation? Have you recovered enough?

Enough. No longer worried about being heard, you ran on unsteady legs towards the stairs and then back into the room. A desperate piece of “Wait-.!” drowned somewhere behind under your deafening heartbeat.

Quiet. Even too much. As if someone had frozen in exactly the same way on the other side of the fabric and glass. Carefully touching the rough material like it might burn you, you pulled the curtain back just a little. The gap was no more than a couple of centimeters. There was an all-too-distinct sigh, and wide eyes met the exact same ones of yours.

This was enough for you to lose your composure, clutch the fabric in your hands and forcefully close it. The old cornice creaked in disagreement, but to its credit it held up.

The creaking of floorboards and a more desperate voice died down after some time. In the dark room, the only source of sound was again the old antique clock.

Tick..

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

TWST x OM! self-sware AUs where you end up in possession of a cursed phone you found at a pawn shop that looked in really good condition, but any game you get on it comes to life.

You're not really a huge gamer, especially due to having such a busy personal life, so you only got two games that you thought would be fun for the moments your social battery was down but you still craved an adventure or excitement. You take your friend's advice and get two different games: Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Things start off nice and simple, and after a while daily login rewards start to get better and better for both games, even if it goes unnoticed your friends don't get anything nearly as good as you have despite having played longer.

You begin to figure the games are just generous with certain things, after getting a rather impressive amount of gifts after certain events. Had it not been for one minor detail, you wouldn't have ever noticed anything at all off about the games.

The way your friends complain about certain in-game storylines or characters.

What do you mean that Belphegor's story after lesson 16 needed more growth? That it felt rushed into forgiveness? Was 7 lessons of tension resulting into a final thought out apology not at all cared about?

And Grim? What about Grim? Why are your friends so frustrated that he's supposedly so annoying at times? Did the several late night conversations throughout the books slowly revealing his abandonment issues and need to feel important to not be abandoned mean nothing to them?

And what's this about characters not having a live chatting feature? Or onto having 2 or 3 options for dialogue all leading to the same outcome?

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | 200 followers event

So I just hit 200 followers and had this idea for an event! Here's how it works!

Description: You are playing Genshin Impact or Twisted Wonderland as you listen to music. Three of the characters, however, are curious about the song you're listening too. How will they react to the lyrics?

What to do: 1.) Pick a song 2.) Pick 3 characters (either from genshin or twisted) 3.) Choose either normal or Yandere 4.) Pick angst or fluff

Restrictions: I will not do any song that has slurs in it, I won't do any problimatic artists, I won't do any song that has a problimatic meaning. I AM ALLOWED TO TURN DOWN ANY REQUEST AT ANY TIME.

Status: Closed ❌

[married-to-google-translater]

Self aware AU: Vice dorm leader's reaction when they woke up in your room.

Jamil trying to make the best possible first impression. Maybe they would clean your place a bit. Jamil knows that they would have to stay for a while and hypn otization is not always an option.

Ruggie would love your room. He thinks that would be super cool. Ruggie would enjoy all the "luxuries" you have in your room. However, he would not want to violate your privacy. Ruggie would try to get his tail to stop wagging before you got home.

Rook would become an FBI agent. He would explore EVERY inch of your room so he could learn EVERYTHING about you. The word privacy is not in his vocabulary. When you came home Rook would rush to hug you. Oh you two would have so much to talk about.

Jade would be surprisingly calm. He would explore your room a little but not too much. Jade would be interested, but it wouldn't make a good first impression. Jade would just wait for your return. He would be interested in what kind of face you make when you see him.

Lilia would be really excited. He couldn't wait to see you and your surprised face. While waiting for you, he would probably explore your room and bake you cookies. (If you want to live don't eat them.) Before your return home, Lilia would go into hiding. The jumpscare would be real when you enter your home.

Trey would be nervous. Because of this, he would decide to focus on baking. This would calm Trey's nerves. It would also be nice if he had something to offer you when you "officially" meet for the first time.

[harzilla]

I keep thinking of the self aware Twst AU's and I see folks writing it for angst or horror and I love it. But comedy. Make it funny. Explain the game mechanics to them.

"What do you mean you managed to max out Idia's friendship level, with stickers?"

Idia holding up a sticker album: "Well to be fair, they're really cool stickers."

Ace: "Why the hell does Azul have the highest friendship points."

"Listen, his dorm card is really really good...."

Ace: "He enslaved us with a contract!"

"Hey, you get a solo element card with a strong heal and then we'll talk about you getting all the stickers."

Azul: "So you're telling me that, our world is being used by a mega corporation to take money through a predatory gacha system that takes in millions and it's legal in your world?"

"Yep."

Azul: "I wonder if I can take them to court for use of my likeness without consent."

"I'm not sure copyright law crosses dimensions, but let me know if you figure it out."

twst guy complaining about how long class is taking, just to watch you pop a candy in your mouth and, why the fuck has class suddenly gotten an hour longer? The guys quickly learn you can be petty too when they mouthed off to you one to many times so you kept extending class time until they crack and apologizes.

[suns-pott]

Leona and Malleus Mayhem! - Self Aware!Yandere!Leona and Malleus x reader

A short drabble inspired by Yuri and Natsuki's fight in ddlc hehe

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You logged in to Twisted Wonderland as usual, deciding to reread Malleus's Ceremonial Robes vignette. Everything was going well until Leona and Malleus's argument as the scene transitioned to Malleus's groovy CG.

Leona: ...You thinkin' you're gonna get it next time? Well, sorry to break it to you, but no one's ever gonna invite you. The player's never gonna want to see you in those robes again, so just put 'em away for good already.

Malleus: ...... Have you finished being catty? Wild beasts certainly like the sound of their own howling. And they like seeing me in these too, you know. They've even added me as their home character in these robes.

That's odd... The dialogue is different. Why are they referring to you as the 'player' now?

Leona: Oh? I didn't realise you were so focused on trying to impress them, lizard.

The scene transitioned back to the Diasomnia lounge; Leona looked smug, and Malleus looked surprised, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Malleus: Eh? That's not...

Malleus closed his eyes and uncrossed his arms, opening them again to a neutral expression.

Malleus: Maybe you're just jealous that they appreciate my appearance in my ceremonial robes more than they appreciated yours.

Malleus looked smug once again, grinning with a hand placed on his hip. Leona suddenly looked angry, his ears twitching in annoyance.

Leona: Huh?! And how do you know that they didn't appreciate my ceremonial robes more? Are you that full of yourself?

Malleus: ...If I was full of myself, I would deliberately go out of my way to take naps around campus and act abrasive towards everyone!

They both seemed to be getting heated now, Malleus had lost any trace of amusement as he looked angry.

Leona: Tch, well, you know what? I wasn't the one that magically grew 5 centimeters bigger as soon as the player started showing up!

Malleus looked shocked now, the accusation was completely unexpected for him, and for you too.

Malleus: Kingscholar...!

Lilia's sprite suddenly moved into frame, his hands on his hips as he had a neutral expression, clearly wanting to break up the fight.

Lilia: You two, this is-

He was cut off by Malleus and Leona speaking in unison, Lilia's textbox moving forward without you tapping the screen to continue at all. In fact, no attempt to reach the menu or skip past was effective, now you were locked in this interaction.

Leona & Malleus: This doesn't involve you!

Malleus: Taking out your own insecurities on others like this, you really act as young as your age, Kingscholar.

Leona: Me? Look who's talking you wannabe edgy bastard.

The screen glitched, the edges of the screen darkened and tv static played over everything for a moment, before disappearing in an instant, both characters looked absolutely enraged.

Malleus: Edgy? Apologies that my natural charisma is too much for someone of your mental age to comprehend!

Leona: See? Just saying that proves my point! Most people learn to get over themselves once they move on from Freshman year, you know.

Malleus: If you want to prove anything, then stop harassing others with your sickeningly obnoxious attitude! Do you think you can counterbalance your toxic personality just by dressing and acting favorably to the player?

The background was slowly starting to fizzle out as the static returned, the character sprites and the textbox were the only things unobscured.

Leona: Whoa, be careful or you might cut yourself on that edge, Draconia.

Malleus seemed to be much more riled up now, and Leona looked smug once again.

Leona: Oh, my bad, you already do, don't you?

Malleus: D-Did you just accuse me of cutting myself? What the fuck is wrong with your head?!

That's new... None of the characters have cursed in the game before, and now that the vignette has gone off the rails, anything could happen. Your screen continued to glitch, everything around Malleus and Leona was getting fuzzy with more static, only their sprites and the textbox was able to be seen.

Leona: Yeah, go on! Let them hear everything you really think! I'm sure they'll be head over heels for you after this!

Malleus looked surprised again, now seeming to actually acknowledge you now.

Malleus: (Y/N)...? He's just trying to make me look bad...

He now addressed you by name, well the name that you put into the game for the protagonist anyways. His tone was strangely meek, unlike that of his usual character, his formal way of speaking has disappeared, now focused on defending himself to you, until Leona cut in again, also addressing you more directly.

Leona: That's not true! He started it!

The screen glitched again, two boxes appeared in front of the characters, one read 'Malleus' and the other read 'Leona', one on top of the other as you now had a choice to make.

Which will you choose?