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Twisted Wonderland OC Bio

Name: Yuzu

Pronouns: She/her

Species: appears human

Appearance: Very childlike and Androgenous face littered with freckles on her cheeks. Has Acorn brown eyes.

Short blonde hair with a few silver strands of hair on a small portion of her bangs, on her right side. Also, right behind the silver bangs strands a portion of silver hair behind that on the back of her head.

Dorm affiliation: Ramshackle

Year and class: Freshmen, 1-A

Birthday: March 14th

Age: 16

Height: 162 (5"3)

Dominant hand: right-handed

Homeland: no offical name yet

Club: Equestrian club

Best subject: music

Hobby: chilling outside and feeding the wildlife.

Dislikes: bullies, fighting, violence, overblots

Favorite food: Sweets

Least favorite food: Spicy food

Talents: beast tamer, peace maker

Other: Being from a world without technology she is very interested and gets hooked on videogames and social media.

Yuzu is a bit shy at first but once she gets comfortable and warms up to people, she is a curious explorative child. unlike her fellow classmates is a bit more genuinely kind, sweet, and sometimes help without expecting something in return. She is also very gullible and naive. Thankfully she's usually not found on her own. She us usually with at least Grim or Sian there to make sure others don't take advantage of her kind nature. Yuzu also has a playful streak which increases around Ace and/or ortho who encourages it. Yuzu can be a little brat/menace when she wants to.

I just remembered a problem I'm facing with my twisted wonderland fanfiction.

Thankfully it's something I can put off addressing for now but this issue will catch up with me eventually.

The issue: nicknames

Specifically what would Rook and Floyd nickname my OCS.

Thankfully for Yuzu and Yumi I can just use Trickster and Shrimpy.

However I still have no idea what they would call Sian or Aria as a nickname.

l u n a

Missing Heartslabyul student panic

Intro/idea

In which Aria is missing from the dorm one night and a fellow Heartslabyul student finds out she has disappeared and panics.

This series is connected to my The Nightmare series. The "Missing Heartslabyul student panic" series is basically a spin off where I entertain the chaos at Heartslabyul that occurs that same night.

If you need further more context/elaboration, hit the read more button and read the rest of this post.

However it will contain spoilers to the end of the nightmare part 1 below.

At the end of the nightmare part 1, Aria had shouted "Let me go!" right before waking up from her nightmare. Very soon afterwards someone knocks on her bedroom door in Heartslabyul. Aria gets startled by the noise and teleports away on instinct to who knows where.

So yeah this is the story from the perspective of whoever knocked at Aria's door at the end of the nightmare part 1.

I will limit the pov of this story to being from a Heartslabyul student. Since they are the only characters who would reasonably be in Heartslabyul dorm late at night on a ordinary day.

Post last edited/updated: March 24, 2025.

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Okay I'm absolutely raging and seething right now for a moment before crawling into sadness and despair.

I was typing a draft for so long and occasionally saved but then accidentally somehow lost the whole draft when I pressed saved once more.

So much writing just gone and I suck at remembering stuff. I dunno what I wrote for sure. I got a generalized idea but I loved what I had so much but now im forced to start again by scratch.

Maybe I need to take a break, but I was on a roll and I might lose this streak if I take the break. Ugh.

Y'know what this is why I probably have inspiration music for my OCS usually.

I'll take a break and when I'm ready, I'll listen to the music that should fire me back up into rewriting the draft I lost.

Hopefully that'll work.

Stares at my twst OCS.

I've been tempted to share info about them for weeks now.

I don't think I'll do a retelling of every in game scene with my OCS in it, only the scenes I want to or get motivated enough to write.

I'll probably do a lot of summaries or write bullet points about my twst oc stories rather than tell their story in typical novel form.

There might be some of their story in novel form but not a lot especially since I lack belief in myself in making the twst characters not seem to ooc.

So I'll just summarize the twst characters actions/thoughts/feelings a lot and have the readers imagine the specifics.

What Doesn’t Belong ⚔️

The start of my Book 7 angst arc 🤩 Just kidding… maybe, we shall see because this recent update has given me a lot of ideas for Silver and the rest of Diasomnia. This piece was inspired by Silver’s section of the update where he wanders through the darkness all alone wishing that he had never come into Lilia or Malleus’s lives. It made me so sad when he was yelling at his younger self 😭

Next I think I’m going to work on a Silver and Sebek piece inspired by Book 7 as well as Kingdom Hearts. I do have some ideas for a Silver and Lilia piece too…we shall see which I work on next.

Missing Heartslabyul student panic: Riddle, Trey, & Cater (pov headcanons)

This fanfic Series idea/intro, Aria OC bio, Ace pov, Deuce pov,

In which Aria is missing from the dorm one night and a fellow Heartslabyul student finds out she has disappeared and might be in trouble.

Trey: was up late at night heading to the kitchen to stress bake. However on his way to the kitchen he hears Aria's shout of "let me go!". He was able to make out the words and distinguish the feelings behind her words to a point.

Might have Trey try to handle the situation on his own.

Cater: is doomscrolling at night after failing to fall asleep multiple times. From his dorm room Cater hears Aria's shout and decided might as well go and investigate.

Hopefully Cater will have an easier time falling asleep after seeing and possibly handling whatever he overheard was. After a while of fruitless searching for Aria/answers to her disappearance. Cater might go and get Trey involved if he's worried or unable to convince himself that Aria is fine and will be back sometime tomorrow.

Riddle: Probably went downstairs in middle of night for similar reasons to catching Ace eating his tarts in book 1. Might've caught someone else breaking the rules and then heard Aria's shout.

Though if he's the one that knocked on Aria's door maybe it would be stern knocks instead of hesitant ones or just did polite knocks?

Riddle doesn't think Aria's disappearance is due to intruders, NRC has stuff in place to prevent/stop them from making it to the dorm rooms. Now Riddle might think other Heartslabyul rule breakers are dragging Aria to join them on heading out to party in the town irresponsibility.

Riddle will either: go back to bed and have a chat with Aria later the next day asking about her disappearance and shout last night, or Riddle will be waiting patiently for the Aria's return. Expecting to see a group of Heartslabyul rule breakers with her to collar upon arriving back to Heartslabyul.

I had realized I did not want to write out all 5 different Heartslabyul scenarios in novel form. So I have summarised these 3 pov versions here as headcanons.

I will not give conclusions yet to this series for any/all povs. I will be more likely to give pov endings in this series after the nightmare series is finished (if or when I finish it). This series and my "The nightmare" series are connected after all.

Post last edited/updated March 24, 2025

Sebek's voice

tw - suicide attempt, suggestive paragraph, Prefect is unstable, Sebek is angry

- I had made a more lighthearted version, but decided to change it. - I don't think it is truly x reader, more like x oc, but it is still a prefect and still a part of my series.

It's been raining for three days already.

But today, the weather decided to go all out - a full-blown storm. Trees bent under the howling wind, rain swallowed everything in sight. It was too much for November, you thought. Luckily, you didn't have any outdoor lectures today, and the lightning started right after you reached the main building.

Speaking of lightning...

Now that you think about it, the quarrel was so stupid. You can't even remember what exactly started it. Words flew back and forth, escalating until, somehow, it's been more than two weeks since you and Sebek last spoke.

You know it was your fault. You know you overreacted, said too much, maybe. But you were just so tired, so overwhelmed. So much had been happening, and... you should have chosen your words more carefully. But it's too late now.

Everything is hazy from that day, except for Sebek's voice. It was raw - cracking, even though he was almost shouting, more than usual. You remember the sound of that pain clearly.

And it's all you have now. 

Only now, with his booming voice gone from your daily life, you realize how empty it feels around you. Sure, you hear him in the corridors sometimes, calling out to Malleus, or in the cafeteria while you eat.

But none of it is directed at you. Since the day you became... more than friends, you'd claimed his shouts, his "human!" as something reserved just for you. His yelling was yours. His scolding was yours. His huffs were yours. His worried reprimands were yours, and yours alone.

And now, you've ruined it.

Both of you are too proud to apologize first, so you dwell in the silence that stretches between you now. It's not like you don't hear him - it's that you don't feel it anymore. Without him speaking to you, it's as if you've gone deaf. Ace and Deuce have to call your name more than once to drag you out of this limbo, but it doesn't matter. What's the point of listening to the world if you can't hear his voice?

Loud or quiet, harsh or gentle - Sebek's voice always made you feel something. Calm, safe, shattered, mad, confident, soft, light, warm...

When you were sobbing in your ramshackle bedroom, his voice dragged you back to reality. When you were down, surrounded by darkness in your head, his thunderous tone jolted you like lightning, forcing you to pull yourself together. When you hesitated because of past failures, his shouts were the push you needed to act without fear. 

Sebek's loud presence took away all fear in your life. Of sounds, of memories, of love, of yourself. 

Because of Sebek, you also stopped being afraid of storms. Thunderstorms used to bring back sounds you'd rather forget, but Sebek changed that. Now, you crave the clash of thunder and the flash of lightning because they remind you of him.

The way he speaks, the way he yells, the way he scolds you... his voice is louder than any storm, and it's become your favorite sound. 

It echoes in the walls of your mind, crawls under your skin, blankets your thoughts in a haze of rain and static, and resonates all over inside out. When he comes for another scold, going on and on, coming closer and closer, and becoming quieter and quieter - words dropping from a roar to a murmur until all you can hear are the breaths you share in the dark, intertwining until you can't differentiate between your moans and his, merging in a symphony of sounds shared only between you-

"Louder. I can't hear you."

A sudden clash jolts you out of your daze. You blink, realizing you've dozed off on the couch in the Ramshackle lounge, a book - which Sebek lent you - almost falling from your lap. For a split second, you thought you heard him, but it was just thunder. It's raining again. 

You sit up, the book slipping from your fingers as you clutch your head.

"Not you. Again." you whisper, not noticing the tears slipping down your cheeks. You stare blankly out the window as the lightning streaks across the sky.

"Still not you. You're brighter. Louder."

Sebek is brighter than any lightning, louder than any thunder. What is this mockery? Like you don't deserve to hear the real thing - your Sebek - just these dim imitations...

"Pathetic human" you imagine Sebek would say. And he'd be right.

You don't want it to be a text, so you record a voice message.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

You can't hear his voice, but at least he can hear yours - one last time.

The storm only gets worse, but you're glad. The noise means no one will notice, not for a while. From where you stand on the roof of NRC, you can see the whole campus spread out like a map below you. A few months ago, Malleus showed you this hidden spot - tucked behind the gargoyles, yet easily accessible - so you could admire them together. You never thought you'd be here now, misusing this knowledge in the worst way.

"What am I doing wrong?" you whisper into the rain.

"Please, shout at me like you always do. Wake me up with your thunderous roar. Call me an insolent human, make me ashamed of myself... like I should be.

Say something....please...I want to hear you...I need to hear you again.

I need to hear your voice.

You are my voice of reason.

You have always been my voice of reason, my sound of hope... 

Please. Seb. Please."

Nothing.

Well, then - into the silence you go.

You take a step forw-

"YOU DAMN FOOLISH HUMAN!!!"

Green lightning fills your vision, a deafening roar shakes the world. Your vision goes white, and before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly you can't breathe. Everything is a blur, your senses reeling from the storm's chaos and the rage vibrating in his voice.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! LOOK AT ME! I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

His voice sounds so close yet so far, you can feel his breath on your skin. You try to reach him with your hand but-

"Sebek..." is all you manage before darkness pulls you under.

You wake in your room at Ramshackle, body trembling with cold. How long had you been standing there, soaked? It doesn't matter. You turn your head, seeing Sebek at your bedside, fury and worry twisting his face.

"Woke up already?" he snaps, voice low and angry. Really angry.

But he's here. He's with you. He's talking to you. It's all that matters.

"Sebek...I'm sorry..."

"YOU BETTER BE!" he thunders, the force of his voice filling the room.

"You'd better have a damn good explanation, or I'll make sure you don't move without my supervision for the rest of your life!" he hisses, quieter but no less angry.

"It was stupid. I'm sorry for making you worry..."

"LIKE YOU SHOULD BE!" he yells again, and you can see it now, the fear beneath the anger. You're such a fool.

"Prepare yourself for a long lecture, you hear me?!" he demands.

Without thinking, you get up and reach for him, pulling him into a tight embrace, face buried against his neck.

"Yes. Yes, I can hear you. And I want to hear that lecture. Please. 

I love hearing your voice."