This blog will consist of writing (fandoms and random thoughts), occasional photography, and art when I get confident enough
My favorite fandoms include - Twisted Wonderland, Black Butler, Jojo's Bizzare Adventures, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Record of Ragnarok, Arcand, Death Note, Blue Eye Samurai
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If the twst boys were to find out about the mirror and Mickey, would they destroy it? I mean, he's technically trying to help you escape, which isn't something they want, so...
Debating if I want to add this into my story or not, however I haven't finished Book 6 so I don't know how relevant Mickey's plot line is
I just got a new phone and I'm genuinely so annoyed with it right now, like no I'm not trying to say wanderer, I'm trying to say YANDERE LET ME WRITE DOWN WHAT I WANT OMG OMG OMG
So if you see any random words or spelling mistakes in any future posts, pls let me know so I can fix it
Here's a preview of an upcoming fic! Yandere twst x reader, I'm lowkey basing her off of the Traveler from Genshin Impact, if that wasn't obvious...
Please don't hit me I'll update my Invinble fic maybe hopefully soon 🥹
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Cosmic Genesis
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Loneliness, a feeling you never really experienced with him by your side. He was always there, your other half, your twin brother. You had no one else, and that was okay.
It was okay, traveling across the skies, just the two of you. You would pick the next, eye-catching world to explore, and he would make sure it was safe. You weren't gods, although that's what many treated you as, actually you don't even really know what the two of you are.
All you know, is that you needed him to survive just as much as he needed you. You could only conjure your true strength together, and you could only depart from worlds together.
Which, is what brings you to your current problem.
Tears fill your eyes, clouding your vision as you look around the forest hopelessly. Empty, empty, empty, the only signs of life around you being the tweeting of birds above.
It's been days since you've seen your brother after he decided to go wandering alone. You had argued over whether or not to leave for the next planet, you personally wanting to stay. Earth was just such a cute planet after all, with such a wide array of wildlife.
Now, you regretted your decision, you didn't want to be here anymore. Not if it made your brother mad. What if he decided to punish you and hide for a century, or even an entire millenia? Not that he had ever done it before, but the thought had come across your mind.
You sigh heavily, standing up from your little patch of grass and deciding to walk to the stream nearby. Maybe playing with the fish would clear your head. Or you could find some clay to sculpt? Your magic was still intact enough despite being away from your brother, so it should work.
The sun begins to dip towards the horizon, the sky tinted with shades of orange. A cold breeze brushes against you, shaking the leaves and startling a bird from its perch. Sitting by the water, you let your feet rest in the cool stream, watching as a fish glides by elegantly.
Nearby, you hear the trotting of hooves, likely a mother doe and her spawn wandering about. You look up, stretching slightly as the sound of hooves grows closer, stronger, and heavier. Much heavier than the agile steps of a deer, more akin to the strong beats of a horses hooves.
You look back, brows furrowed as you spot something moving towards you. Actually, multiple somethings moving towards you, a team of horses dragging a carriage behind them from what seems to be an old walking trail. You stand, alarmed at their odd presence. Who would allow their horses to travel on such a rickety trail whilst dragging something so heavy?
They draw closer, failing to slow down. You step back, eyes growing wide with caution and hints of fear. What do you do? You can't hurt them, but if they don't stop they'll likely trample you.
The leading mare, a frightening black horse made of muscle lets out a sharp snort. You can practically feel it's hot breath against your face, it's eyes boaring into yours. They're practically on top of you, you can make out all of their details. The mare, right in front of you, kicks itself up onto it's hind legs, letting out a whinny before everything goes black.
"I'm sorry sister, but they need you more than you need me"
Posted my first chapter of NEBULAR RECKONING, an Invincible x reader fanfic! Below will be the chapter, you can find future chapters on my wattpad! Which i will hopefully figure out how to link...
Feel free to leave writing tips in the comments or dming me :))
Simply dust
You were never one to be plagued by nightmares. Sleep came relatively easy to you, with the occasional usage of melatonin or sleeping aids on particularly stressful nights. However, nothing truly disturbed your sleeping patterns. In fact, you hardly dreamed either. The only nightmare you can recall is a silly rendition of a horror movie your parents didn't want you to watch. Of course, you didn't listen. Children are always defiant like that, going against their parents wishes.
So why was it so strange to be having a dream now? Maybe because this didn't feel like a dream, nor a nightmare. This was something else.
You blink slowly - or at least your dream self blinks - before continuing to gaze at the pulsating star-like orb floating a few meters away from you. It's color is a radiant golden yellow, the shade of the sun kissing the horizon, other colors quickly joining the fray. Besides the orb, your surroundings are completely black.
Ridiculously, you part your lips to speak curiously, "Hello?"
The orb expands for a second, as though trying to brush against you with its rays, before shrinking down. It repeats itself over and over, desperate to interact with anything alive in this barren dreamworld. Finally, you step forward, tilting your head slightly as you watch the orb react to your movement.
The star quivers, flashing a luscious pink and yellow, and extends its rays out to you once more. You can't help it, you let out a small snort before extending your arm as well. Your fingertips brush against the light, its warm, you find, and somehow tangible. Its almost as though you can grasp the light with your hands.
This, you find, is indeed possible, as the light pulls you another step forward.
"Oh, careful now," you murmur, a small yet playful smile on your face, "I'm fragile"
The orb almost seems to respond to that, wavering shyly before gently tugging on you again. You let out another laugh, only to be cut off as a tendril of warm light wraps around the base of your neck, tugging you closer to the orbs mass. Smile wavering, you attempt to pull away, only for more rays to pull on you before you can get far.
Your feet are dragged against the floor unwillingly, sliding as the once warm tendrils now grow uncomfortably hot. Finally, the star-like orb pulls your hand into itself, consuming your flesh eagerly.
All you feel is pain. Burning, blistering pain as the rays pull you further and further onto the orb.
Are you screaming? You should be screaming. You think might be, but you're in so much pain its hard to tell.
The heat is unbearable, you're crying but the tears immediately evaporate due to the temperature.
It hurts, you just want it to end.
You'll do anything for this to end.
And it does. It does end, and you're somewhere new. A new abyss of white, free of orbs or other beings.
You wipe away tears, sobbing quietly as you lie on the floor. You cuddle your hand close to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut and wishing to just wake up from whatever nightmare hellscape this is.
"Hello?"
You lift your head, looking towards the voice, only to see yourself. Or, at least a version of yourself, a naked one. You quickly look down at yourself, sighing in relief at the sight of your pajamas. At least you're still clothed. You look up at the other you, who gazes down at you curiously. Hesitantly, you part your lips, "You're- uh, me. You're naked"
Wow, what an intelligent response (y/n), of course the first thing you say to a clone of yourself is that she's naked. Way to be a feminist, objectifying a girl immediately after being burned alive by a miniature sun.
The other you blinks slowly before glancing down at herself, as though she didn't even notice her bareness.
"Would you not like me to be?" The girl asks, before disappearing. Though, she quickly reappears, this time with a long white dress, "Is this more comforting?"
You nod hesitantly, wiping away the last of your tears as you sit up.
She smiles down at you, messing with the fabric of her dress for a moment before seemingly calming herself.
"I'm sorry," She says, a genuinely sorrowful look on her face. "I don't want to do this, but I can't hold us up anymore. Its time you do your duty as well"
Your own awkward expression drops to one of seriousness, the feeling of dread crawling up your spine.
"...what?"
Your question goes unanswered as she continues to stare at you, biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Finally, she opens her mouth once more.
"You have to do your duty. I believe in you."
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The sun is shining, you can tell even with your eyes closed. It's so bright its honestly almost annoying, you just want to sleep a little bit more, but of course the sun had to ruin your plans of being a lazy bum.
Reluctantly opening your eyes, you stare at the ceiling tiredly before sitting up. You rub your eyes, glaring over at the clock mounted on your wall, cursing it despite its innocence. Its not the clocks fault you have school today, and its not the clocks fault you're so tired either.
Its almost weird how tired you are, you didn't wake up at an early time, and you went to bed at the same time too. So everything should be normal, shouldnt it? You shrug the odd sensation off, deciding to bypass the feeling by making coffee later.
Your morning routine is as usual, showering before getting dressed, then heading downstairs for breakfast. Of course, your parents aren't there. They haven't been for a while, off on a vacation in some other country. You would be jealous, but you learned to ignore it. It was the norm at this point, you were responsible and your parents knew it.
Breakfast was bland and small, but nutritious. It had to be, you took a little too much time in the shower this morning. You sighed heavily as you slipped your shoes on, grabbing your bag along the way. At last, you stepped out the door, immediately greeted by your favorite sight in the morning.
"Heyy (y/n), you want my extra muffin?"
A small smile forms on your face as you look up at Mark Grayson, your annoying neighbor for the last 18 years. He stands tall next to your doorway, backpack slung over his shoulder as his free hand fiddles with his layered shirt, his other holding out a freshly made muffin towards you.
"Debbie made muffins?" You immediately took the sweet treat from his hands after closing the door, peeling off the wrapper and taking a bite, "Mm, I'm seriously going to replace you as her kid one of these days. Her baking is the best"
Mark scoffed, rolling his eyes whilst the two of you begin to tread to school. He shoved his hands in his pockets casually, glancing around the neighborhood. "Thanks jerk, you know you could ask for the recipe, right?"
You grin widely in response, bumping against his side. "Yeah, but I like my version more"
The rest of your walk was filled with both peaceful and playful banter, conversation flowing naturally as it always had. It's hard to pinpoint when exactly you and Mark became such close friends. You can remember when you met as kids, the kid with the missing front teeth waving you over to his house one day. But along with the casual play dates, you grew closer. Telling eachother things you would never tell anyone else.
Including, to your initial surprise, your best friend telling little 12 year-old you he was technically an alien. In a way, it just made sense, telling eachother secrets like that. You were close to his family anyways, so other than his father's initial objection, you came to know a lot of Marks hidden life.
"You know," Mark started, "Dad keeps saying he knows my powers will come in soon, but its starting to sound like he doesn't even care anymore"
You glance up at him, brows furrowing momentarily before you smile, "Oh boo-hoo, you're either going to be a superhero or a regular person. Both of those aren't bad options, sorry you can't be lame like the rest of us"
Mark glares down at you, a silent request for you to take his comment a little more seriously. You sigh, leaning against his side and thinking.
"I don't know Mark, I'm sure you'll get powers some day soon, but I don't want to lie to you either. The stars will align for you, young padawan"
At that, Mark cracks a smile, shoving you off of his arm as your school finally comes into view. "You're the worst, (y/n)"
"I know, Mark"
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William Clockwell greeted the two of you at Mark's locker, immediately diving into conversation as he always had. You glanced out the nearest window, brows furrowing as a feeling of deja-vouj overcomes you.
William talking about whatever attack there was this morning, Mark bringing up Omni-Man, William making a remark about his looks.
This conversation feels familiar, obviously you don't remember every conversation you've had with the two guys, but there's something eerie about this one.
"Haven't you already said that?"
The two look over at you before glancing at eachother in confusion, William speaking first. "Um, I guess, but only because Mr. Fanboy loves him so much"
You hum softly, glancing away before nodding your head dismissively. The attention is quickly drawn away from you, much to your relief, as a conflict begins just a few feet away.
Amber Bennett, your school's leading feminist icon, is being harassed by Todd. Amber has always been someone you secretly admired, her bold and powerful voice- so unafraid to express herself. You've always been at least a little jealous of her courageous personality, but with it, comes unwanted attention. Specifically from guys like Todd, guys who are incapable of taking no for an answer.
Your internal monologue is cut off as Mark steps forward, William grasping his arm to stop him from moving more.
"Mark, you can't be serious. Todd is like, twice your size"
You nod along, brows furrowing as you watch Mark. "Mark don't be rash-"
You're cut off as the black-haired male walks forward regardless, calling out to the two.
"I think Amber has been pretty clear about how she feels, Todd"
Todd, annoyed by the sudden interruption in his already failed flirting, turns with a glare.
"Are you serious, Mark Grayson?" Todd lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. Mark opens his mouth to retort, only to be interrupted by a swift punch in the stomach.
Mark immediately hunches over, hands moving to grasp at his stomach whilst Todd prepares to lay another blow. Though he's also stopped, as Amber steps forward to land a kick on his groin.
"Leave him alone!"
You rush towards Mark, grabbing his arm and helping him stand properly, William moving to his other side. You watch as Todd hobbles away, cursing at the four of you. Finally, Amber steps forward, smiling warmly at Mark.
"Thanks"
She nods at him in respect, your eyes meeting hers before shes gone.
Maybe the reason why I don't like Vil as much as the others is because him and Rook make me accept all of the things I don't love about myself.
I saw that post about "sometimes the character you can't seem to like is the most like yourself" and this is the only thing I've been thinking of since then
I want to ask my family to by me Twst merch cuz I'm broke asf rn with my car bills, but none of my family knows any of my personal interests and I'm gonna kms if this is how they find out
Obsessive Riddle who can't help but make new rules just so he can get you in trouble.
Obsessive Riddle who feels sooo bad, but he knows he's not going to stop.
Obsessive Riddle who loves listening to you apologize, promising that you'll never break curfew again to see your friends.
Obsessive Riddle who won't let you leave his dorm past 8pm, it's improper! Even though you have your own room to go back to...
Obsessive Riddle who refuses to let you room with those hooligan freshmen, and while there are no spare rooms in Heartslabyul, you can always room with him!
Obsessive Riddle who tries to prolong this sudden sleepover, stating that Ramshackle is far too rundown for you to stay there
Obsessive Riddle who slowly starts restricting more and more of your freedom, coercing you into believing its all for your own good
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