#through another world

[throughanotherworldmsm]

Through Another World- Prologue

I've decided to start posting this series on tumblr as well as the sites where I already do saw. BirbMonster side blog.

The first few chapters will be posted rather quickly since I've already done them.

This is not an AU. Any lore (such as every monster being a species expect for celestials and legendaries) is my actual headcanon material.

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The dry grass gently tickled Hermit's claws. Finally, he'd arrived at Shugabush island.

The young Strombonin looked around at the unusual landscape, tightly clutching his Strombone. The plants were tinted in unique autumn-esque colors, and oddly enough every part of the landscape was decorated in these weird human-world devices. They called them "shouters". A familiar lavender Bowgart brushed against him.

"We're finally both 18, huh?" Hermit nodded at Harebell in excitement. "Yeah. I can't believe it," "There's so much ahead of us!" Harebell half-shouted in excitement. "We could travel the world as much as we please," "True. Come on though, Bell. No time to lose!" I'll finally get to meet the Shugafam face-to face, he thought as the two made their way along the wooden path. I've wanted to do this for more than 10 years, huh. But mom and dad were always too scared of the Seam. I don't even believe in the human world. Don't think it would be a problem.

"Alright, here's the plan," Hermit announced. "We go to the town and explore outside the castle. The song will happen when the sun sets, so in around 2 hours. Then we can meet the Shugafam, and that's it for the day," Harebell smiled and grabbed onto Hermit's hand. "You're a great planner,"

As he walked, Hermit admired the unusual environment more and more, watching the orange critters scuttle and flap between the trees. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash of white. He stopped to turn and see what it was. But there was nothing there. "Hermit? What-" "No, no. It's nothing," Hermit said, shaking his head and trotting back over to him. "I thought I saw something. It's probably a trick of the light," "Oh, what was it?" "This weird white flash. Like I said, it's nothing?" "Sure it isn't..." Harebell turned and spun pointlessly and dramatically, spreading all four of his fluffy arms. "Seam magic?" Hermit chuckled. "We both don't believe in it," he said. "Unless you're as superstitious as my parents," "Hah! Never! Your mother probably believes every single myth someone's ever told her!" "Remember when she got me those crystals for my 13th birthday? Said it was because my Celestial was Loodvigg!" Both monsters chuckled happily, reminiscing on childhood memories. "That reminds me, I'm getting you something for today," "Wow, what is it?" "It's a surprise! Come on now, I can see the town!"

Hermit tried to take off running in excitement, but something was pulling him back by the tail. He looked behind himself, suddenly horrified. There was another white light, this time definitely real. It was right above him, dragging him as he floated off the ground. "HAREBELL!" The Bowgart snapped right around, shocked, and immediately ran to drag Hermit away from whatever that was. "WHAT. THE. FURNOSS!" Harebell shouted as he desperately grappled at Hermit's claws, already just out of reach. Oh no oh no oh no, he thought, feeling his tail and hind legs fall into the light. "NO!" Harebell yelled, jumping desperately only to slip on a patch of leaves.

"HAREBELL!" Hermit shouted as he disappeared into the portal. The last thing he saw was a desperate pile of lavender fur, screaming and calling his name.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, splayed out on the grass with the Strombone a few inches in front of his snout. The world around was something he'd only heard of and seen made-up-looking sketches of. It couldn't be... ————-—————-

15 years later, in a different place... "Bye," Gwen said in a monotone voice at the Oaktopus leaving the store. "Have a wonderful day," Day can't be wonderful if it's so lame and boring and exactly the same every time, she thought with a grimmance plastered across her beak.

"Well, Gwendolyn, it's 5:00 pm," said an authorarive voice from behind her. She turned to see Frazil, the Deedge who managed the store. "That's Gwen for you, fool," she muttered angrily, saying the last word under her breath. "Well, bye," Frazil's face contorted into an expression of anger. "Gwendolyn, keep having the attitude of a grouchy teenager and you'll be fired, understood?"

Gwen simply muttered a few horrible curse words under her breath as she left the store, talons immediately sinking into the thick snow as it aggressively batted at her sides.

Lucky me walking out into a BLIZZARD, she thought, shaking the snow out of her frizzy green feathers. Funny. Even after a few years back from the Collosingum, she was still re-adjusting. But then again, almost 7 years there really changed her life. It was GOOD there, though. They were the greatest champion there until that stupid T-Rox came.

Too bad she got kicked out. In fact, if anyone on Cold Island knew the reason she was kicked out, they'd probably get thrown in jail. The image was still in her mind. The vines she was controlling, growing through the T-Rox's skull, wrapping around his body as he collapsed to the ground, dead. They shuddered at the memory, but a high-pitched voice coming from just below. "Hey Gwen!" She looked down to see her sister, Pandora, a brightly-coloured Tweedle with abnormally long head and tail feathers that had to be tied back in braids. Well, techically this was her cousin. But adoptiveley, and in her heart, their sister.

You see, as a Dandidoo, with a Tweedle and a Potbelly for parents, she couldn't really have a Tweedle sister. But her aunt and uncle passed away, her parents adopted her cousin- Pandora. "Good evening," they smiled happily. Though they were embarrassed to admit it, the sweet little Tweedle was a soft spot of hers.

"How was work today?" she asked politely. "Same as always," Gwen responded, looking up at the already ink-dark sky. "And you said that's bad?" "Yeah, it sucks," "Think positive!" Pandora exclaimed, flapping up a few meters into the air before landing again at Gwen's other side. "It isn't as bad is it could be. Love life and be grateful for what you have," You tell me that so often, they thought. But I don't think it ever really gets to me, not with a job that sucks like a black hole of boredom.

"Come on," she said, taking long strides along the street. "Let's get back to the castle. We could talk and have fun there as much as we want, sis," As she walked, Gwen noticed a T-Rox clomping along the streets in a fluffy winter coat.

He stared right back at her with piercing, electric-blue eyes, looking directly forwards. Something about him looked familiar. No. Storm is dead. Besides, this one doesn't look like he was ravaged by a pickaxe. But still, creepy. "Pandora?" She whispered. "What is it?" "That T-Rox. Doesn't he look like..." "The one you... you know the one..." "Exactly like Storm. But without the scars," "Stay calm, Gwen," Pandora advised. "It's probably just a coincidence,"

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*exits through window*

[faeriekit]

I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)

Alfred had died.

(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)

(How frivolous.)

As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.

The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.

Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[maomango-doodle]

Getting to know people

Based on @acetrigunweek day 3's quote

[madspeed]

twewy in persona 4... think about it .. .............. (I'm run over by 15 semitrucks)

[wherestoriescomefrom]

rian johnson took all that time, put in all that effort to make glass onion a fantastic period piece to the first four months of pandemic, a prescient narrative that anticipates the stupidity of rich billionaires, and then pulled the rug from under us because the world of benoit blanc just straight up doesn't have the mona lisa anymore

[piikopoko]

drew this as a gift for my friend who super loves superbat and robin wholesome family times

[hellishgayliath]

It is a shame children such as yourselves had to endure such hardships

You all did not deserve to have the weight of the world fall on your shoulders

[sunlit-mess]

best friend day but it's my #1 hater

[radiance1]

Gotham: Holy shit there's a random animal running around Gotham city and no one's ever caught it before. They say it only appears in thunderstorms and anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with it look as if they've been hit by thunder.

Dan phantom, the 'random animal' who is in fact a Raiju in question: If I destroy this place I'll be fucked over by Clockwork. But if I don't destroy this place I'll keep being followed by this brat.

Damian Wayne, the brat in question: There is an animal roaming Gotham in thunderstorms, father. We must save it!

[throughanotherworldmsm]

Through Another World- Chapter 2

Yay. Please read the prologue and chapter 1 first, they’re on my blog! I will probably make a pinned post linking to all the chapters soon. Like I said everything up to Chapter 3 has been done, but not posted on tumblr specifically until now.

This is a side blog owned by @birbmonster

This is not an AU! All lore is my headcanon and ocs, and a plot within that setting.

Hermit huffed, spread out along the ground. The only sound was the rhythmic tap of his thin tail each time it hit the ground, and his own hoarse breaths.

He looked up at one of the walls of his bunker, the one covered in scratches. Each one represented a day trapped here, and there were far too many to count. They were even beginning to unevenly spread across the ceiling and floor, winding out onto other walls between his strange collections.

Had gazed thoughtfully at his hands, unrecognisable from his years trapped in the Human World. His scales were rougher and dirtier, streaked through with the deep scars of constant fighting for his life.

He let out a deep, lonesome sigh, slowly rising to his rough, dusty feet, boredly running his cut-covered claws along the dusty walls of his bunker.

Hermit slithered out of the small hole in the wall that led to the outside world, pushing through the dense bushes that hid his hideout from the humansd.

The Strombonin stared at his reflection in a puddle, formed from recently fallen rain, looking at the scars across his eyes and muzzle, and his cracked horn and armour plates.

Then he glanced back up at the stars and the shimmering full moon, breathing in cool nighttime air.

He remembered his days living on cold island- the snow beneath his feet all year long, his family surrounding him, the Werdos that he admired visiting every few weeks. What was it that they sang?

Look at the stars in the big black ink....

Tell me what you feel and tell me what you think...

Is it cold outside?

Is it cold out...?

He paused, trailing one foot-claw through the puddle, sending gentle ripples dancing across it's sleek surface. He felt lonely. And bored. And it was, indeed, cold outside.

Hermit perked up as he heard a rustle in the bushes. Humans? His faint thoughts whispered to him. He dashed silently across the moist grasses, diving swiftly into his bunker and nearly slamming into the wall as he skilfully skidded across the ground, grabbing one of the weapons in his collection of human stuff.

He held the gun tightly in shaking hands, peering out of the bushes in a stealthy crouch. An owl hooted in the distance. The human-world critter flapped off at the sight of him.

He waited with his gun lifted and one claw on the trigger for what seemed like forever, silencing his breathing.

Then he heard a louder rustle and saw a shape move. With a loud bang, he winced and pulled the trigger, hoping he hadn't hit an innocent critter.

But instead, the bullet whisked at breakneck speed just over the feathers of... a Tweedle. The stranger yelped as she was almost hit, falling back as a loudly screaming Dandidoo followed her.

"HEY! YOU! STOP WAVING THAT CRAZY THING AT MY SISTER BEFORE I GIVE YOU ANY MORE SCARS!"

He gasped as a blast of sudden wind knocked him over and vines grew around his feet. His breath was knocked out of him from the impact. He'd never seen someone actually use Collosingum magic, but that was not the thing to mention right now.

"Wait! Stop!" He shouted hoarsely, his voice damaged from years of little speech. "I haven't seen other monsters in forever!"

"Gwen!" The Tweedle shouted at the same time, pulling the intimidating Dandidoo away. "Be nice!" 

"Yes! Now let me go!" The Strombonin gasped.

The vines released Hermit's legs, allowing him to jump to his feet.

"Thank Galvana you're here! I've been alone for so long!"

"Not to be rude, but how long?" The Tweedle asked politely. She was brightly coloured, with feathers so long and thick they were tied back in braids. A necklace of wooden rainbow beads hung around her neck, clicking each time she took a step. 

"I don't know for sure," he responded with a slight stutter, his head down. "But... it was the thirteenth of September, in the year 11985 when I came," My birthday, he thought with a frown. "Must've been... five years or so?"

"I don't think so, sir. You see..."

The Dandidoo (who seemed to be named Gwen) interrupted. "It's the first of September, 12000,"

Hermit felt like someone had just torn a hole through his chest. That was far longer than he'd expected. 

I missed the new millennium. I'm in my 30s.

How...

Am I still alive...?

"Sir..." The Tweedle whispered calmly, placing a wing on his shoulder to comfort him. "Deep breaths,”

Hermit just stayed silent. After all these years he didn't realise he'd forgotten how to communicate.

"Come in," he said, awkwardly leading the newly-met monsters into his bunker. His mind was a tornado of thoughts and emotions, of excitement, confusion, worry. 

He curled up on a beanbag in the corner, staring nervously as the two sat on the carpet in front. I never expected visitors.

"Uhhh... I'm Hermit,"

"I'm Pandora, and this is my sister, Gwen," the Tweedle responded. For the first time he noticed that Gwen had a crack running along her beak. He didn't even wince. He'd seen much worse wounds on himself. 

The silence was broken suddenly by Gwen. "So. Are we going to be trapped here for... that long?"

Hermit sighed. Was he doing it too much? Was he being normal right now? "I've seen portals, but I can't leave without my Strombone. I'm convinced it's alive. I saw the humans taking it somewhere. But it's too dangerous,"

"So you've been moping around here for this long?!" Gwen shouted, her painted talons scraping the ground. "And not even trying?"

"Gwen!" Pandora yelped, turning to her sister. "Do you need help, sir?"

Hermit just nodded in silence.

"Here's a deal," Gwen snapped. "We help you find that Strombone of yours, and you help us ALL GET THE HECK HOME,"

Hermit perked up in excitement. He'd get his Strombone back. He'd go back to Cold Island... back home.

And see Harebell again.

He nodded and awkwardly shook Gwen's talon, meeting her eyes with a mutual serious gaze.

[egophiliac]

As someone who hasn’t played the twst game very long I just got into it. I wanted to know about events? Like do some not come back? For example do the Masquerade, Port, Beanfest, Ghost bride, starsending events. Do those come back? I hear people say how they missed their chance to get this great card like as if it won’t ever come back and then someone on Reddit will say something like “Oh beanfest happened twice on the JP server” so which events have gotten reruns so far? I would ask about more recent ones like the Easter one but idk if it’s too recent to know if get rerun or if they clarify that it won’t come back? I was really sad to find out about the Silk outfits I missed out on when they visit the scalding sands. I also was really sad to find out i missed out on the anniversary cards because I didn’t play the game yet. I wish they would add the anniversary cards to the store at least…I want to be apart of the celebration :’)

I was looking in the shop and saw all the different groovy items you need to groovify event cards and this question just came to me so I had the urge to ask someone…

welcome to Twst! 🎉 it is a bit confusing to jump right into, especially because. they're not always consistent. :') it sounds like you're probably playing on Eng, which I'm less familiar with, but I'll try based on what I know! (I also don't always remember everything, so somebody please correct me if I get something wrong!)

first, I do recommend the Twst wiki.gg, which seems to stay pretty up-to-date on events for both the Eng and JP versions! it's a great resource for when you want to see if/when an event ran or rerun. in general, I believe that the Eng version only does reruns that have already happened in JP, so if JP has a rerun that hasn't happened yet in Eng, they should get it too eventually! on the other hand, I don't think either version has ever rerun an event more than once. :( BUT this doesn't mean you're entirely out of luck, because:

anniversary events (March for JP, January for Eng) will usually offer a chance to get both an older event SSR and an older birthday SSR in the shop, via buying a special item with exchange currency (which you get by doing pulls on the anniversary gacha, I think you need to do 100-150 pulls for enough currency to buy the item to exchange for an SSR). only SSRs though, and you're limited to one each (one birthday, one event). so if there's an SSR you REALLY want and it's already had its rerun, it's probably worth planning to save up some keys for!

as for actual reruns, they seem to come in a few different flavors:

straight-up rerun, no changes or extra cards

unchanged event story, with a new SSR of a character who wasn't in the story (e.g. Applepom Jamil)

slightly rewritten event story that includes a new SSR (e.g. Ghost Marriage, they don't seem to do this anymore though)

completely new event story that acts as either a sequel or alternate-universe version of the original (e.g. Beans Day part 2, Fairy Gala IF) (though this is pretty rare and might actually count as a separate event, rather than a rerun?)

Master Chef/Culinary Crucible events have never gotten reruns (though they might start now that we've finally gotten through all the characters in JP, time will tell). birthday and Halloween events will also rerun the previous version in addition to the new one -- for instance, Eng should be getting a Glorious Masquerade rerun this year, followed by the new (Playful Land) Halloween event. and a birthday campaign will, in addition to the new card, have a separate pickup for the previous year's birthday card.

for the specific ones you mentioned -- I think Beanfest, Ghost Bride, Fireworks, and Starsending have already rerun in Eng, so those most likely will not be rerun again (at least not anytime soon). Masquerade should be coming back for you guys this Halloween, and Portfest JUST got its rerun in JP, so that should be coming too sometime in the future! (no new SSR though, alas, I was really hoping for a little marching band sailor boy Leona. 😔) the Easter event is the White Rabbit Fest, right? that one hasn't gotten a rerun in JP yet either, so it's still on the table!

all that said, it's entirely possible they'll change the rules at some point and start doing more reruns/chances to get older event cards, especially since the game's been going on for a few years now and some cards haven't been available for a pretty long time! there's only one card that they said was for-realsies limited-time-only and wouldn't ever be available again -- Platinum Grim, since he was to celebrate the 100th anniversary -- so. there's always a little bit of hope for everything else. :D (fairy gala Ortho PLEASE COME BACK SOB)

[itslavenduh]

Jessie gets her license.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[yukinohananana017]

One of my favorite shipping dynamics :

- A normally introverted/normal guy going through some shitTM

- Goofy Sunshine with DepthsTM who's actually smarter than they look

[violetdisasterzone]

yet another svsss hill I'm dying on despite the apparent popular opinion — bingqiu would be great parents! give them a decade of peace and quiet to start healing from the trauma of.. everything and to get comfortable in the fact that their love and commitment to the other is reciprocated equally, and I can 100% see them wanting some little ones.

Shen Qingqiu overcame both his age AND gender to become Cang Qiong's resident milf in a matter of days after his transmigration. He's great with kids - as Shen Yuan he had a younger sister who he likely helped raise or was at least somewhat close with, he obviously loves teaching and doting on his disciples, he's immediately protective of random-abandoned-toddler!Binghe in the dream realm after escaping from the Water Prison, and obviously in the Return to Childhood extra he's (the only one) having a great time. you're telling me he WOULDN'T want a baby version of Binghe for real??

and as for Luo Binghe himself, the joke/argument I see most often is that he'd be jealous of the baby for taking his shizun's time and attention away from him. first of all, by the end of the novel, do you know how many times that man has died in his arms, pushed him away, or been separated from him in some other very traumatic ways, mostly while he was being influenced by an evil sword that amplified his worst intrusive thoughts? do you know how many people WOULD take Shen Qingqiu away, given the chance?! I think he deserves to be a bit paranoid!! but again, with a bit more distance and healing from his traumas, time, and reassurance that Shen Qingqiu really is staying, I fully believe he will mellow out in that regard. with that aside, Luo Binghe is a total mama's boy, he's a part-time emperor full-time housewife, and his greatest dream has always been to be a family with Shen Qingqiu. I don't think it's a stretch at all to imagine that someday in the future, he would want to grow that family with him too. and although we don't see him interacting with children in canon the way we do Shen Qingqiu, I cannot imagine him not loving his kids, a tangible result of their love, to pieces too.