Hello and welcome to my Twisted Wonderland blog, and my first ever side blog! This is the home of my ramblings, writing, yuusona, other OCs, and occasional shitposts.
You can call me Heaven, I'm 20, use he/it pronouns, and you're watching Disney Channel! I've been a fan of twst since December 2022. I like the entire cast, but my favorites are *looks at url* well, it might be obvious lmao.
My yuu is named Lost, and my series "legends blurred and torn" is focused on him. Lost has a dedicated bio you can read here, and once the series is published I'll link it here too!
My inbox is always open for questions! You can ask about my OCs, (depending on the question I might answer in character, out of character, or both!) my fic(s), and whatever else you want, even if it's just saying hi!
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#corroding your brain (general rambling tag)
#rusty scripture (general writing tag)
#answering prayers (answering asks tag)
#twst oc: lost (yuusona tag)
#twst oc: piers lovelace (octavinelle oc tag) (read here!)
#legends blurred and torn (yuu insert fic tag)
#twst memes (shitpost tag)
I was rotating my favorite toxic yaoi oc x canon ship in my head yesterday, so I wrote this. Enjoy!
(if you'd like to read about the OC featured, you can do so here!)
Why had he asked for Piers to never sing another note? It was a question Azul didn’t fully know the answer to. Piers had—has—the voice of a siren. A temptress, a distraction, a little songbird—a little roach that’s made its nest underneath Azul’s skin. An infestation he can never seem to eradicate.Â
Truthfully, if it hadn’t been his ability to spin despair into a lullaby, it would’ve been something else. Just to satiate a need, a hunger, a desire he’s been grappling with since childhood. Since the moment he laid eyes on those vibrant shades of blue and yellow and the sweet green of his eyes, Azul has needed him.Â
Look at him.Â
Speak to him.Â
Become tied to him.Â
Even if he had to shackle the poor dear to him by force, break his legs, cut out his tongue, so long as Piers remained his then he cared not what means he had to resort to. All he needed was those eyes—far more rare and worthy of collecting than any pearl or precious stone—to focus solely on him and no one else.Â
It was a weakness that he couldn’t purge himself of.Â
The deal had been made before his younger self gave it a second thought. Had become consumed with a need to possess this warm, nurturing droplet of sunlight that had drifted gracefully into his palms. “I’ll steal his tail so he can never swim away,” he had thought. But how could anyone expect him to bear witness to beauty personified and not develop an immediate addiction?Â
Such a sweet smile…Â
It’s naught but a memory now, but a cherished one all the same. Piers hasn’t smiled in many years, and when he does, it’s so very tired. Azul hasn’t been graced by it, only caught it in the corner of his eye when Piers was unaware. He wants that smile. Needs it. It doesn’t matter how much Piers changes, Azul still has this horrid craving to chain the two of them together.Â
The sharpness with which he regards Azul is just too striking to resist. When they first met, Azul believed he was incapable of such ugly emotions. Sadness, rage, hatred, bloodlust. Yet it is those very emotions that define the Piers he’s come to know and adore. What was once soft, smiling, and pure has become sharp, furious, and ravenous for the blood of the enemy.Â
It’s Azul’s blood he craves. It’s Azul he spends day and night obsessing over. It’s Azul he refuses to leave until all debts have been paid in full. Azul. No one else. Even with their deals reduced to sand, Piers stays rooted. Looming over Azul’s shoulder, fantasizing about ripping his head from his shoulders and mounting him on the wall. Piers wants him as a trophy, as a warning to all who think his ship can be sunk.Â
It doesn’t matter why. He’s looking at Azul. Only Azul. Only ever Azul. A former bully, a cocky teammate, even Floyd who used to find such enjoyment out of Piers’ forced servitude—Piers ends them in seconds. A vicious fury he keeps bottled so neatly until something sets him off. All it takes is a single slight, anything to make him feel just in his assault, and he turns rabid.Â
Yes, even as he is now, a shell of the boy Azul first fell for and so horribly violent, Piers is beautiful. Still a droplet of sun. Burning everything in its path to ash. But not Azul. No, Azul is special. It’s not enough to beat him, or even kill him. Piers needs to see him crumble, see him lose everything, be reduced to a shell just as Azul did onto him. An eye for an eye. Piers will only be satisfied once Azul has lost it all.Â
Azul is special to him. So special he’s biding his time, plotting and scheming, watching him so intently every second. It’s everything Azul could need, really. They are, and shall always be, linked. Now, more than ever, Piers only has eyes for Azul, as Azul has always wanted.Â
His damsel belongs to him and him alone.Â
No one else.Â
There is no one else.Â
There will never be anyone else.Â
No one has the same bond that they do.Â
They never will.Â
Which means, in the end, regardless of the ultimate outcome, Azul has already won.
Club: Board Game Club (Pre-Book 3) Spelldrive Club (Post-Book 3)
Best Subject: Enigmics (Pre-Book 3) Physical Education (Post-Book 3)
Hobbies: Antiquing
Dislikes: Board games
Favorite Food: Akashiyaki
Least Favorite Food: Chicken wings
Talent: Swimming
School Uniform: The blazer is too suffocating, he fucking hates that thing. You couldn’t pay him to wear it. But otherwise, he keeps his uniform clean, neat, and wears it nice and proper. Buttoned shirt, buttoned vest, a tie, and ironed pants. Before and during the events of Book 3, he had to constantly wear medical boots. But after his contracts with Azul were done and dusted, he’s able to walk comfortably. He wears strong, sturdy boots with a red bandanna tied around one shoe. His arms and face, however, retain their many bandages.
Piers Lovelace began life as a wonderfully happy boy. He was cheerful, optimistic, kind, and deeply beloved by everyone. An exceptional athlete and gifted in his studies, he was the embodiment of perfection. Where another may have grown arrogant, Piers’ incorruptible spirit kept him humble and sweet, lifting up others and happily tutoring those that struggled. And the cherry on top: being lucky enough to be born into the illustrious yet intimidating Lovelace family. Piers seemingly had it made from the moment he came into the world.
But his luck ran out when he met Azul Ashengrotto, a boy attending his school who had recently developed his Unique Magic. It was pure chance, really. They had both unknowingly stumbled upon the same ship wreck and were exploring it when a shark appeared. It nearly made the young Azul its dinner before Piers intervened, knocking out three of its teeth before scaring it off. Azul knew in that moment that he had to make Piers his own.
So the two swam home, and Azul got the boy talking. Namely about his parents’ rocky marriage. A loveless arranged affair between two powerful families. Azul offered Piers help in fixing the marriage, in exchange for one thing. Piers’ legendary swimming abilities, and absolute obedience if their matchmaking attempts failed. Piers happily accepted the deal. Anything to make another person happy, right? What a dim little boy he had been…
Every plan ended in failure. In fact, his parents might have been even less in love than when he started. And the deadline was upon him. This, my darlings, is how the brightest boy in the Coral Sea lost his ability to play with his friends, to battle massive deep sea predators, and even get to school in a timely fashion. Reduced to a slugs pace, Piers lost all hope at his childhood dreams of being a pro-athlete. But that was okay, right?
Wrong.
It turns out, everyone is only your friend if you’re better than them. Once you lose that which made you a star, they turn around and feast on you like sharks. Piers found himself a target of bullying, with an anemone sticking out of his head and barely able to swim around the school. “You’re even slower than that crybaby octopus!” the students jeered. He thought they were his friends, but… he was wrong. He was dimwitted, blindly optimistic, too trusting—just stupid in every regard! Like mother always said…
His parents didn’t notice. Well, they noticed him dropping his clubs, his suddenly plummeting grades, but not the anemone. They would need to be around and paying attention to notice that. And when they were home, Piers simply didn’t go home himself. Neither mother nor father noticed, or maybe they just didn’t care. Either way, Piers went through middle school with his parents in the dark and his peers turning him into their new punching bag.
Azul made sure to put him to work. Absolute obedience. The Leech twins joined in too, and Azul allowed them to use his little “helper” as much as they wished. It was torture. But when the three of them got letters of acceptance to Night Raven College, Piers thought he was free. Until he got a letter himself. And Azul assured him, “Sorry, not interested,” was not an option. So Piers asked for another deal. He just wanted to cover up the anemone. He just wanted to go through the year without the pointing and the laughing and the… yeah.
Azul agreed. In exchange for Piers’ lovely singing voice.
Though music had become his only outlet, his only respite, his only joy—Piers agreed. What else could he do? And so, he began wearing his now signature beanie everywhere he went. If there were people, no matter the setting, he had his beanie on. The looks of confusion and judgment were preferred compared to the nightmare that was his middle school career. But when he came to land, his original deal with Azul came into effect in a rather unpleasant way. Every step felt like walking on knives. The medical boots he got in training camp helped, but still, the pain was always there.
Piers had given up on school a long time ago. It didn’t matter in middle school, his grades had been so high he managed to skirt by. But he got held back his first year at NRC, and he… didn’t feel anything. His teachers, his parents, even Azul scolded him, told him to get his act together. Piers couldn’t get himself to care. None of it mattered. His future was dead in the water, and really, so was he. Just because he had a pulse didn't mean he was alive. He felt like a ghost.
Until some magicless prefect and their freak of a cat knocked Azul down a peg.
That changed everything. No more contracts. No more gritting his teeth and enduring his peers’ abuse. No more doing tricks like a fucking dog. He could run, jump, sing—he could do anything! It was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life. Not only could he return to the hobbies he found so much joy in, he could make his own decisions again. He joined the Spelldrive club, his grades improved exponentially, he could finally take off those medical boots.
Piers Lovelace was resurrected that day.
Yet, he never transferred back to Heartslabyul.Â
Why?
Simple.
Azul ruined his life. It’s only fair Piers ruin his in return. An eye for an eye. And you know what they say about keeping your enemies close.
Trivia
Piers is a merman like the other three in Octavinelle, though ever since coming to land he’s become unable to turn back. Not literally, it’s just… too much for him, even after being freed. It reminds him too much of his past. He’ll get there eventually. He’s specially a damsel fish, which is also true for both his parents.
The Lovelace family are rivals with the Leach family. They both fight over territory quite often. What do they do? Oh, uh… independent business. Yeah, let’s go with that.
His lollipop of choice is a certain purple octopus candy Sam sells in bulk.
He still calls Riddle “Housewarden” instead of Azul.
When it comes to the Mostro Lounge, Piers is in charge of drinks. He mans the bar as well as cleaning the Lounge after closing. Although he unceremoniously quit janitor duties after his contracts were nulled. But he likes tending the bar.
His customer service skills leave much to be desired.Â
He’s an even better swimmer than the tweels, and is easily in the top 5 of the best athletes in all of NRC. Unlike the Octavinelle trio, he’s pretty great on a broom. Though, he still prefers the ground.
It was a tie between Spelldrive and the Pop Music club when he was picking his club. But the Pop Music Club was so cheerful and bubbly, it… brought up some bad memories. He prefers to keep his music personal anyway.
He tried to talk the many students flocking to Azul for his study guide out of it. It didn’t work. But he tried especially hard on any Heartslabyul students.
He feels indebted to Yuu and is very protective of them as a result. Scary dog privileges.
He rekindled his friendship with Cater and Trey after his contracts were dusted. He’s also still online friends with Idia from when they were in the Board Game club. They mostly play rhythm games together and try beating each other’s high scores.
Even though he’s technically still a freshman himself, he takes on an older brother role to the actual freshman. He’s a good upperclassman.Â
Became friends with Jamil after Book 4 for obvious reasons. He doesn’t dislike Kalim or anything, and they’re technically friends, but… well, he reminds Piers a lot of his younger self and that makes it hard to be around him.
Never send him to get Leona if he’s skipping, they will just both skip together. They’re a rare but deadly duo. If you’re in a pinch during a Spelldrive game put them both in, they’ll wash the other team without breaking a sweat.
Oddly enough, he isn’t threatened by Rook and his stalking. He doesn’t find him that creepy either. When he’s feeling up to it, he indulges the hunter in games of tag. He’s never won against Rook, but that just makes him wanna play tag more so he can get better.
After regaining his freedom, he was manning the bar and Floyd came over to mess with him like usual. Except this time, Piers wasn’t contractually obligated to put up with it. So he put his glass down, jumped over the bar, and they started fist fighting right there in the middle of their shift. After that, Floyd stopped calling him “Polyp” and switched to “Damsel.” So I guess they’re friends now? (Piers: Like fuck we are.)
Ever since the contracts were destroyed, Azul can hardly ever get Piers to answer a text/phone call. Oddly enough, Piers won’t just block him. But he likes leaving him on read to piss him off. Otherwise pretty prompt with the rest of his contact list.
Supplementary Reading
Vignettes (WIP)
Voice Lines (WIP)
Other: The House Always Wins (Azupiers)
First comm yippee! Lost has such a unique design and I love the monochrome/flipped motifs he has! Once again, ty for trusting me to do him justice and for being accommodating to work with đź’•đź’ž
HE'S SO PRETTY HE LOOKS SO GOOD HE'S REAL HE'S REAL!!!!!!!!!!
*explosion*
having to be professional was horrible (joke) when all you wanna do is squeal and explode, but it was so worth it! i can't express my gratitude and satisfaction enough đź’•đź’•
Special thanks to lulu_rosehearts for making the template, and thank you to yoha-oa-art for creating Lost's criminally beautiful face card đź’•đź’•đź’•
So I'm thinking about a Twisted Wonderland x Winx Club AU (blame my mutual Lea lmao) I'm thinking about Jamikali like always, obviously.
My idea as far is that Kalim and Jamil both start at Alfea, but then after the equivalent to their Book 4 fight, Jamil ends up transferring to Cloud Tower as part of their "let's be equals! let's be rivals!" agreement. I imagine Cloud Tower is where Jamil initially wanted to go, but the Asims (and by extention the Vipers) wanted him to attend Red Fountain to train in the art of (dying for Kalim) combat and learning how to protect Kalim better. But Kalim didn't like the idea of going to school without Jamil and being separated, so he convinced his parents to let Jamil attend Alfea with him. Meanwhile, Jamil wants to attend Cloud Tower instead and has no interest in the other two schools, but was strongarmed into attending Alfea. (another thing Kalim ruined for him) So Kalim pulls some strings and makes it so he can attend the school he actually wants!
I imagine Kalim is an absolute wreck for awhile after Jamil transfers, because he's never had to take care of himself like this. He can't cook, do laundry, clean, study, anything! Not even dress himself! God bless his roomies, they're gonna have to save him constantly. It's basically culture shock for him. Jamil is also really paranoid about Kalim, he gets stressed out attending another school too and calls a bunch to check in, probably visits a lot to make sure he's not dead.
Kalim always tells him white lies about how well he's doing/how he's handling things because he doesn't want to be any more of a burden/inconvenience than he already is/has been and that Jamil told him he was to his face. So while Kalim can/will ask for help from his other friends, he tries really hard not to ask Jamil for anything because the whole point of going to different schools is letting Jamil be free of him like he (said he) wants.
That's all for now, I'm always insane about Jamikali so obviously I established their lore first lmao, enjoy everybody!
Daily Login: Ah… you got me something…? That’s nice… Thank you.
Another’s Birthday: Happy birthday! Ah… did I scare you? Sorry… Hm? You’ve… never heard me raise my voice before…? Huh… I can’t remember if I have or not… But… this is a special occasion, so… I should show some enthusiasm… right?
His Birthday: Huh? My birthday? Oh… I forgot that it was today… Thank you for the well wishes. There’ll probably be a party, so… do you wanna come?
Tutorial: I’m lost… Can you help me?
Level up 1: Huh…? What’re we doing?
Level up 2: Ah… did I get stronger? That’s cool…
Level up 3: I’ll, uh… Let me write this down… Don’t let me forget, okay?
Level up Max: Mm… Oh, sorry, I was just thinking… I’m really happy I was able to meet you…Â
Vignette level up: Hanging out like this… It’s nice… Hey, hold still… I wanna take a picture of you.
Skill level up: Hm? How do I… get by without magic? Mainly… with my fists. Just kidding… I only use my fists sometimes…
Uncapped: Hey… you think now… people will stop picking fights with me? … Yeah, me neither…
Groovification: Ah! … Huh? Oh, sorry… I just… remembered something, I think… A time when I achieved something… I can’t remember what, but… I was really happy… I remember that, at least…
Lesson select 1: Wait… what class are we taking…?
Lesson select 2: I’m… pretty good at taking notes… When I remember to…
Lesson select 3: If you need any help… you should probably ask… someone else…
Lesson start: Grim… don’t cause any trouble… okay?
Lesson finish: Wait… did I remember to take notes…?
Battle start: Oh… you think you’re gonna win? That’s cute…
Battle won: Well… at least you tried…
Lessons !!
History Lessons
Good (Morning): Wait… which class is this…? | This isn’t alchemy… is it…? | Once… Grim ate Ace’s homework…
Good (Noon): Is it… lunchtime after this…? | Is it not… called the sleepy death…? | Doesn’t ring a bell…
Good (Afternoon): Ah… I need to replace these markers… | I’m… paying attention… | Mm, I get it… I think…
Great: That’s… a nice story… | Wow… an elephant graveyard… | He turned them… into frogs?
Perfect: History… sure is important… | That’s interesting… | I wonder… what my history’s like…
Special Lessons Perfect: Oh… yay, I guess… | Were you bored or…? | Need me to do something for you… again…?
Physical Education Lessons
Good (Morning): So… just run laps again? Okay… | Remember to… stay hydrated… | That looks fun…
Good (Noon): Be careful, Grim… | Try not to… fall… | Everyone’s floating… like ghosts…
Good (Afternoon): It’s windy out? I can’t tell… | Everyone seems… to have enjoyed themselves… | Ah… is it break time…?
Great: Coach makes sure… I’m not left out… | Running is nice… I think… | Maybe… I should lift some weights…
Perfect: Need me to… carry you to the nurse…? | I’m getting ready… for next Beanfest… | Muscles… are for hugging…
Special Lessons Perfect: Oh… you’re here… | Slacking off… again? | Is someone hurt…?
Alchemy Lessons
Good (Morning): Hang on… what class am I in…? | This isn’t history… is it…? | I hope… nothing explodes again… | Grim… don’t eat that… | Is something… burning?
Good (Noon): Am I on fire… again? | Am I… doing this right? | Is it… lunchtime after this…? | Is it… meant to be this color? | It’s bubbling…
Good (Afternoon): Is it… gold yet? | No, I’m… paying attention… | It’s hard… to take notes… while stirring… | It’s like… making soup… | What’s next…?
Perfect: If I… make gold… can I keep it? | Can I… make stuff besides gold? | I bite it to prove it’s real… right? | I’d prefer… chocolate… | All done…
Special Lessons Perfect: Really…? | Do you… have something to add, or…? | You’re kinda… distracting… | What’re you here for…? | I didn’t… blow anything up this time…
