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Writer!Yuu

SUMMARY: When a writer gets an idea, it will never leave unless written.

TAGS: Writer!Yuu, Savanaclaw Chapter, After Heartslabyul Chapter, During the investigation phase, should I write the chapter 1 story?

WORDCOUNT: 310 words

It was currently midnight when most students in NRC were asleep. One peculiar human student though, seems to be rather busy in his own world typing down on his phone.

The way his face was fixated on his screen was creepy if one were to see him, he looked like a madman typing down word after word without stopping.

Well, it was also the start of chaos in the form of digital books and later hard-copied books.

Days passed and Yuu was tasked to investigate the current happenings at school, he was so tired after they were beaten up playing Magical Shift with those beastmen, that Yuu had been knocked off the moment they lay on their bed.

When Yuu woke up, the sky was already dark, and Grim was already sleeping beside him.

"Ugh... I'm never going near Savanaclaw again."

Yuu declared as he sat up. He took out his phone and saw that it was merely eleven, since Yuu didn't feel drowsy again, he took it as a chance to revise the crap shit grammar, the plotless story he made during his adrenaline hour back then.

"Just looking at this makes me cringe... Thank god my delusional self didn't post this..."

Yuu muttered as he typed out a few more words while changing and removing some words here and there.

After a few more moments, chapter one was ready to be released.

"Mwehehe! Now all we need to do is post this and... DONE!"

As Yuu posted his story, his eyes felt drowsy, his body now responding to his held-back exhaustion a while ago. Following his own will, Yuu made himself comfy in his bed and fell asleep with Grim in hand.

Yuu looked so peaceful sleeping, unbeknown to the chaos he had just unleashed upon twisted wonderland.

[The Twisted Tales: Chapter 1: The Rose has been posted!]

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Writer!Yuu

A Yuu that bases his story on real-life scenarios, just exaggerated and got sprinkled with a bit of twists and lies, but most of them are true events.

Getting transmigrated in TWST, was the greatest thing to ever happen to a writer.

It's either Yuu is the luckiest person alive or the unluckiest being to exist.

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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

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Common Sense!Yuu

SUMMARY: How CS!Yuu got into Twisted Wonderland..., Now they meet a creature in Ramshackle, they taught that it was normal, they blame Crowley for his incompetence, the appearance of a friendly "Dorm member", CS!Yuu is clueless but we love him, Pronouns rights bitches, I do not know how to write female characters... TAGS: CS!Yuu and their common sense, WORD COUNT: 586 words

"Hoo~! That was an experience..."

Yuu mumbled in exhaustion, a few moments ago, he was walking back home when he woke up in some sort of coffin, and the next thing he knew he was dubbed as a janitor out of all things.

"I thought I'd gotten used to weird shit happening in my life... But this... *Sigh*"

A tired sigh escaped his mouth as he plopped himself on the sofa. The fire-breathing cat Grim was already asleep in the only decent room. While Yuu is still having war flashbacks of the recent events that just transpired.

*Creak* *Clack*

Yuu heard the sound of the woods creaking from one of the nearby rooms and couldn't help but perk up.

"You guys..?"

Yuu called out, he thought that the ghosts may be playing another prank on them like they did before, and Yuu was not optimistic of having to face another pranking from the three ghosts.

"Crowley had already given me an official residence in this dorm, so ya' better not be trying to scare me away with those pranks of yours!"

Yuu exclaimed, yet he received no reply, as the continuous creaking of the wooden floors resounded in the dorm. So with a huff of irritation, Yuu had decided to talk to the ghosts himself.

Heading towards the source of the noise, Yuu was about to berate the ghosts before he stopped to look at the real perpetrator of the creaking noises.

A tall figure with four sets of horns stood near the barricaded windows, as its spiky tail swished side to side. Its skin was unlike that of the ghost's whiteness, but instead, it held a dark color of something...Yuu can't really discern from the shallow lighting.

"Oh~? A little mortal seemed to have stumbled upon my abode... How interesting~."

The creature's voice was rough as it was eerie, yet it seemed to have not fazed Yuu at all.

"Are you another resident of this dorm?"

Yuu asked in a polite tone, seeing that it was not the ghosts that were causing all the creaking noise.

"Yes...I suppose you can call me a resident along with the others~"

At the answer from the creature, Yuu couldn't help but sigh in frustration and disappointment.

"*Sigh* That crow bastard really isn't reliable is he? Forgetting to tell me that ghosts are living here then proceeds to forget to inform me of the other residents..."

Yuu mumbled to himself, unaware of the glint of amusement that danced within the eyes of the supposed dorm member.

"Well, the Headmage, Crowley, had always been so... hmm, how do I put this... Incompetent."

Yuu huffed in agreement, remembering the meeting from earlier.

"Yeah, can't believe someone like that is managing a school. I'm surprised it's still standing."

"Fufu~ I can't agree more~! How about I introduce you to the others, since your new here hmm?"

The dorm member suggested as they reached their hand towards Yuu, he only looked at the hand with exhaustion, yet Yuu also looked thankful at the dorm member.

"Yes, that would be nice."

Grabbing the dorm member's hand, Yuu remembered something that he had forgotten to ask.

"Oh right, can I ask for your name? I didn't get the chance to ask earlier."

The dorm member smiled at Yuu's politeness, before the dorm member opened their mouth, greeting Yuu with sharp pointed teeth.

"Duncan. My name is Duncan Orpheus."

Yuu beamed at this.

"My name is Yuu! Yuu Farrell! A pleasure to make your acquaintance Orpheus-san!"

Omake:

CS!Yuu: Right! What pronouns do you use Orpheus-san?

Duncan: Pronouns..?

CS!Yuu: Yes! Like... Are you a he/him??

Duncan: A yes, I am a... he/him... yes.

CS!Yuu: So I can call you Orpheus-kun right? I also go by he/him too!

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After reading the new info, I can't stop thinking about this moment. Why is Mikey like this

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as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE. 

you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”

…you start sweating

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I don't know if I was dreaming it or somethin' or I just accidentally deleted the ask, but someone was asking if I can do another Prefect!Yuu...

I'm just gonna do it anyways!

The start...

SUMMARY: In which everything had been normal. Twisted Wonderland style. TAGS: After Chapter 1 before Chapter 2, Prefect!Yuu origin, otherworldly shenanigans, "Everything is normal if it's happening in Twisted Wonderland" -Prefect!Yuu, P!Yuu in this story: "That's normal, pretty normal, that's weird...but normal.", P!Yuu cursing some crow WORD COUNT: 768 words

It was a great day in Twisted Wonderland, where Yuu had the rarest of rare "free time". So as any ordinary person would do, Yuu decided to better their living condition, since he needed no longer keep an eye out for the Adeuce duo and Grim.

Since somehow, they only had a half day, Yuu was able to immediately head back to Ramshackle to start his cleaning operation.

"Ugh. That damn crow..!"

Yuu had grown accustomed to cursing at a certain crow, and he did so whenever he got the time to remember the state of Ramshackle.

"I swear when I get my hands on that-! *Sigh* Let's just get this over with..."

Yuu mumbled under his breath, he placed his uniform jacket in a slightly clean place before rolling up his sleeves and forge get some cleaning supplies! Somehow...

"That crow didn't even give me some cleaning supplies for Ramshackle!"

Yuu exclaimed in anger, yet he still did his best to search for some decent cleaning supplies. As he did so he accidentally stumbled and fell on the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

... Well not really a ground, but much more akin to a hole with unmeasurable length.

"Wahhhhh bwaaaahhh hwwwwweeeellll wwwiiisss bbbwwiiisssss?!?!"

Yuu continued to fall through the hole, he was about to curse the crow, but stopped when he saw a light that kept getting bigger and brighter.

"Oof!"

Once he reached the end of the hole, he landed on something soft.

"Uggghhh. Where am I?"

Yuu mumbled as he raised his head to look at his surroundings. What he saw made his eyes go wide with astonishment, clear awe can be seen within his gaze.

"Holy shit... That's one beautiful scenery!"

He exclaimed mouth agape. He couldn't believe this. One moment he tripped on something, falling through a hole and then get greeted by such a wonderful sight...

Truly a Twisted Wonderland experience.

As Yuu snapped out of being awe-stricken, he finally noticed that the soft thing he had landed on was a flower. The biggest flower that he had ever seen.

"It's either I got smaller, or this is normal."

He mumbled to himself before he decided to get down from the flower. All it took was for him to slide down to one of the petals, and now he landed safely on the ground.

"Sheesh! At this point, once I managed to get back to my world, I'd be dubbed crazy once I start babbling about my experience in Twisted Wonderland..."

Yuu uttered as he slowly walked, taking in the unnatural view he was seeing. It didn't take long until another unexplainable thing occurred, when he saw a bird with two human feet, pecking away.

"..."

Yuu was stunned, but quickly recovered once he reminded himself that he was in Twisted Wonderland. He had seen a man with horns, animal traits, and literally flaming hair, why would a bird with human feet shock him at this point? It may as well just be a mother trait of the beastmen for all Yuu knew.

So with that knowledge in mind, Yuu decided to mind his own business and just continued walking to wherever at this point.

On Yuu's journey, he stumbled upon very interesting things and even interacted with some who spoke to him. Everyone who greeted and talked to him looked weird and unnatural, but hey! Being the only one normal here might as well be the weirdest thing.

Yuu also noted that everyone there was friendly and courteous, which not many NRC students possessed which of course startled and made Yuu raise some suspicion and guard against them.

Even then, Yuu notes the unchanging friendliness and understanding one the person he interacted with noticed his guarded disposition. They didn't question it as normal did they push him out of his comfort zone.

Yuu was greatly surprised of course, between both worlds, he seldom encountered such considerate people. So as a response, he too was friendly and courteous at his replies.

Continuing on, he also saw some peculiar trees and fruits, along some very interesting sudden shifts. Yuu continued to shrug it off and move forward until he finally came upon a small village, at which small bumps formed on the ground were made to be housed by the people living there.

Yuu decided to approach the village to ask for some directions, but once he reached the entrance, he had the same look of astonishment when he saw the name of the village, though this time the awe was replaced by shock.

Written on the sign being shown proudly by the villagers states:

"Ramshackle Village"

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"sorry that probably doesn't make much sense" <- for perfectly intelligible & logical statements relevant to the present conversation

"you get what I mean." <- for unparsable non sequiturs

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how to draw arms ? ? 

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subtle ways to include foreshadowing

one character knowing something offhandedly that they shouldn't, isn't addressed until later

the crow rhyme

colours!! esp if like, blue is evil in your world and the mc's best friend is always noted to wear blue...betrayal?

write with the ending in mind

use patterns from tragic past events to warn of the future

keep the characters distracted! run it in the background until the grand reveal

WEATHER.

do some research into Chekhov's gun

mention something that the mc dismisses over and over

KEEP TRACK OF WHAT YOU PUT. don't leave things hanging.

unreliable characters giving information that turn out to be true

flowers and names with meanings

anything with meanings actually

metaphors. if one character describes another as "a real demon" and the other turns out to be the bad guy, you're kind of like...ohhh yeahhh

anyways add anything else in the tags