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"You're all the same. You're all here to ridicule me."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY! You'll just use it against me when the time is right, won't you?! That's all you ever do, ke- ha... aha... WHY WOULD I TAKE ANYTHING, WHEN THERE'S ONLY EVER SOMETHING THAT BENEFITS THEM... And not me?! I'm done entertaining you whining puppies! Haha- I'M DONE!"

Yells rang out as screams, students just stood, dumbfounded, as he started laughing. Manic rips of breath rasped his throat, the only solace people had from the crazed noises hitching from his slowly crumpling body.

"Rook, stop staring and go open the doors- everyone, follow him and Clover outside, now."

"Yes, of course!"

He wasn't listening. Everyone's voices drowned out as only the pulse of his pounding heart filling his ears. Actual swirling sloshed around his mind, like he was filled with thick tar. It leaked into his digestive system, whatever it was, rising up his throat with unchecked mania. He hacked, coughed, retched, as dark, viscous liquid spewed from his mouth and onto to the floor.

Exerpt taken from "Who Do Those Tracks Belong To? Who's The One Who's Fallen Into a Hole?" Chapter 1 (Find the full fic on AO3 @BluBerriePies!)

(Art is a card edit of event: Phantom Maze Monster from Project Sekai- see original below)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #art #pomfiore oc #pale crewel #card edit

Go, my twst oc sticker art!!!!

I will make more I have so many twst ocs 💔

Plus there's definitely more emotions I can make for everyone :>

ANYWAY

In order:

Casper Quinn (high-kite edition) (twst Alice in Wonderland Caterpillar)

Pale Crewel (terrified edition) (twst Pongo 101 Dalmatians)

Lapin Courtesan (silly boy edition) (twst White Rabbit Alice in Wonderland)

Feel free to use them, but if you do, please credit me, it'd mean a lot!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #pomfiore oc #heartslabyul oc #casper quinn #pale crewel #lapin courtesan #sticker art

Happy Father's Day...

(TWs: Child Abuse, Trauma, Glitching/Eyestrain, Scars/Blood/Injury)

That tone in his voice meant trouble. Pale quickly shut himself up, for fear of what may happen if he didn't. The snapping of leather rang in his mind, and the boy shook his head, white locks flailing about as he tried to dispel the thought. His head dipped down, something he wished it didn't, for his eyes met his hands.

Wrapped up in sloppy bandages, his hands stung. They always stung, bruises and lashes making him forget what the skin actually looked like underneath. Pale winced at the sharp pain coursing through them, and flinched at the thought of any more. He envisioned the thick, solid leather cracking against the wall, then the floor, then itself, as his dad prepared to use it. He envisioned the white-hot searing pain as his hands suffered blow after blow, purple welts swelling up on the skin, seeping with blood as it stretched out into deep gashes on his back-hands. He envisioned the shrouded glare his dad held in his features, glasses slightly askew and eyes boring holes into him with their burning flames.

Harsh screeching of the chair rang out, a loud bang on the table from his dad's fists, the coffee mug sloshing with a similar fear to the boy beneath him. Pale flinched backwards, almost back onto his knees, as that firey scowl returned to his dad's face. Everything he wanted to avoid, was going to happen. He watched in frozen terror as his dad fumbled with his belt, looping it over his arm as he clenched his hand around Pale's bruised wrist. The boy let out a pained whimper, but tried his best to stay silent.

(Exerpt from "Who Do Those Tracks Belong To? Who's The One Who's Fallen Into a Hole?", Chapter 2. Full fic on AO3 under @BluBerriePies)