#twewytober 2020

[composereggwrites]

TWEWYTOBER, Day 2: Fading

Fandom: The World Ends With You | Subarashiki Kono Sekai Rating: Teen Warnings: Canonical Character Death Characters: Rhyme Bito, Shibuya (TWEWY) Additional: Noise Forms

Ao3

The memories of fading hang in your head.

No, not fading. Don’t soften the truth of it. The gut-wrenching static of dying. Dead once and dying again. Burning away at the edges, burning you down to the core.

And then--

Emotions.

The world is color, Shibuya pulses to the beat and you pulse with her, with your Beat.

Pink, small, hopping and finding where best to feed. She sings to you so sweetly, asks you how you are, if you want to be part of the miasma of Soul that she is. But no, you want something.

You don’t know what you want. But you want it. The song of energy-emotion-heightened arcing through the air? The radio wave taste of it against your pins-and-needles fur?

The Reaper’s hand that holds you?

Yes.

He is yours. Or you’re his? Unsure. Safety-heart-home drum-beats to keep you steady, the baseline that keeps you here, not elsewhere. A rhythm that you match your own Music to, holds you in place.

And then-- Hands.

Nail-digging sharp pain.

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A gentle touch. Beat returned.

Composer held. Feathers and light and life as you inhale, sharp.

As Shibuya coils around you, granting you your body, and life within it. Free to be with your own Beat and to love and maybe, someday, find new dreams.

- 

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You thank Shibuya, every day, for the second chance. In return, she teaches you how to dance. See the Noise still, watch the Game, but sway to your own tune. Paint your mark against the backdrop of the city and chase the static from your mind, until it fades away.

Memories are blurred, of that last room, of resurrection, but you know. You’ll have to thank Joshua too, if you ever meet him.

#twewy #twewytober 2020 #twewytober #rhyme bito #raimu bito #the world ends with you #Subarashiki Kono Sekai

[memcaked]

Creature

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: minor Minamimoto Sho & Hanekoma Sanae

Characters: Minamimoto Sho, Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya, Kariya Koki, Hanekoma Sanae, Yashiro Uzuki, Sakuraba Neku  

Additional tags: taboo noise, multiple POVs, experimental structure, Beta Read, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020

Summary: 

1a. When Minamimoto draws the sigil for the first time, his head crunches the measurements and ratios in split seconds.

1b. When Joshua sees the black ‘roo for the first time, he couldn’t name what Noise it was meant to be.

1c. When Kariya sees the sigil for the first time, the diagrams in the reports flash through his head.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was written and uploaded on the day of October 4th, 2020. notes from the original upload have been edited to reflect that this fic isn’t hosted on AO3 anymore. "i'll probably skip this twewytober because i really need to catch up on sleep," i said. "if i do it'll probably be very simple since i dont have any ideas for today's prompt," i said.

this actually got typed out really fast compared to previous twewytobers and i know the length had something to do with it but i estimate i did all of kariya's lines in less than ten minutes

thanking will @makosinnergy for reading this to test out what i was trying to do. thanks mate mwah mwah

Body:

1a. When Minamimoto draws the sigil for the first time, his head crunches the measurements and ratios in split seconds.

1b. When Joshua sees the black ‘roo for the first time, he couldn’t name what Noise it was meant to be.

1c. When Kariya sees the sigil for the first time, the diagrams in the reports flash through his head.

2a. His bullets had nothing against that Composer, stopped like he’s the second coming of Neo, and pumped a load in his right arm (it still burns there).

2b. Him and Neku were meant to be at Molco, but Joshua wants Sanae here.

2c. He was annoying Uzuki by being profoundly, proudly tone deaf on but I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me, while hunting the GM.

3a. He thought Angels were a simple mathematical impossibility until he discovered that one iteration of Angel wanted to teach him Taboo.

3b. Is Shibuya so far gone that this corrupt cesspool is breeding supernoise? Megumi and Sanae would be proven wrong by this bullshit.

3c. He knows the archived reports; this one report from the sixties where the conductor vanished a week after it was drawn.

4a. When Minamimoto corrects his congruences and shows his work, he has proof solid enough to factorize the Composer into his lesser roots, simplified for the picking.

4b. It’s going to hell; this city needs to be killed dead, atomic bomb it, pumped full of lead, hit with a comet.

4c. First he goes off the radar, then his new art is a coup plot?

5a. “Soon… soon I’ll have my desired solution.”

5b. But for the time being it does seem like a chance to aggravate Neku over the sickly sweet partner sap.

5c. His voice’s deadly stern and monotone when he orders her, “Uzuki. Get on horn with HQ, now.”

End notes: something i've been noticing is when i write these twewytobers i always end up studying something for it. 1 was watching hair tutorials since it was about Eri doing Neku's hair, 2 was the japanese school system for some details Beat mentions even if they weren't really necessary, 3 was history of lolita and the current state of the Harajuku fashion scene when it was still going strong in 2007, and there isn't even a Harajuku in 3. this one was reaganomics??? i can't remember why. nothing about money or the economy comes up here at all. still can only really tell you as much as i knew what reaganomics was about before i started this compared to when i posted this

#twewy #the world ends with you #joshua kiryu #sho minamimoto #koki kariya #twewytober 2020 #writing #fanworks #04/10/2020

[anixdraws]

Days 14, 15 and 16 of TWEWYTOBER 2020!

Im slowly getting back on track with this but boy is it tough.

Day 14: Decorations

Getting the cafe ready for Halloween with some 'spooky' decorations and a fitting costume!

Day 15: Shop

Selfie at the Ramen Shop!

Day 16: Design

Eri and Shiki get design critiques from the resident coffee dad.

Also shameless plug, but I've been posting these on my Twitter first so if you wanna see them earlier, check it out ♡ here ♡

#anixdraws #fanart #twewy #myart #traditionalart #anix draws #the world ends with you #the world ends with you fanart #TWEWYTOBER #TWEWYTOBER2020 #TWEWY #sanae hanekoma #TWEWY Hanekoma #twewy neku #twewy joshua #twewy shiki #twewy eri #twewy spoilers #the world ends with you spoilers #traditional art #marker drawing #watercolor art #watercolors

[magicalblerdpenn]

So it's New Year's Eve here in the U.S. & 2020 tried to kick my ass yet again last night.

Well, I won't fucking let it.

2020 has been both good & bad to me career wise, but this year has let me see that I am more than my job/career or my failure to adult properly sometimes.

I started posting Kingdom Hearts fan fic in March and reading a ton of Kingdom Hearts fan fic offline.

Then, I played the mobile version of The World Ends With You for the first time & found myself joining Tumblr & writing fan fic in TWEWYTober.

This has been one of the most welcoming spaces I've had this year, not only for video games but for nerding out in general.

I have written so much video game fan fic this year and rediscovered the joy in writing. I still have an ongoing fanfic I haven't finished yet, but y'all showed me that it's okay to take breaks from being super active in fandom.

I look forward to 2021 with y'all.

#kingdom hearts #the worlds ends with you #tp babbles #personal #long post

[pastel-twilight]

I think I'm gonna drop out of TWEWYtober 2020,,, I really am incapable of producing artwork consistently, and for that, I'm sorry. I'm just gonna stick to regular, full pieces for the rest of the month. 👊😔

#kiki rambles #some prompts also have me stumped soooo

[memcaked]

Fashion

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya

Additional tags: Autistic Sakuraba Neku, Not beta read, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020

Summary: Joshua’s hand tugs tight on Neku’s wrist as he points to wherever their destination is supposed to be through all the traffic. “Really, Neku, you need a seminar in gothic lolita,” he drawls, “It’s one of the best subcultures that’s come from here of the last decade."

Beginning notes: Addendum: This fic was first written and uploaded on October 3rd, 2020. i procrastinated so hard on this i spent far too long and got so fucking sick of it im so glad i can finish it. tomorrow is a new day and new prompt i guess, i need to learn when to quit and stop overachieving

general idea is taken from an unfinished project (and also a lot more centric on neku being autistic, hence the tag) plus punchline, but it takes so long. doesn't feel very comedic just them two being smug rude people. whatever and ever amen.

Body:

Joshua’s hand tugs tight on Neku’s wrist as he points to wherever their destination is supposed to be through all the traffic. “Really, Neku, you need a seminar in gothic lolita,” he drawls, “It’s one of the best subcultures that’s come from here of the last decade. You don’t know what your poor, uncultured heart is missing.”

“We need to do the mission?” Neku tries to hold his phone in his other hand, frantically opening and closing apps to see if he missed anything. Joshua’s pallor-pale fingers trace themselves over the lines on Neku’s palm, bare and only slightly bruised from old missions - his soft, almost conniving smile says it all as he turns around and pulls Neku so hard he almost drops his phone.

Whisking Neku away, Joshua charges into more and more people that he ghosts through. He slowly starts his lesson, almost entirely overpowered by noise (“maiden”) and music thrumming over his voice. Neku peers (“Harajuku”) up and sees the 109 tower, and if he had any (“Kansai”) blood in the UG it’d drain from his (“Nabokov”) face. Joshua takes a hook through Shibukyu (“glam rock”) walks down, down, as (“Mana”) the crowds thin away. Neku wouldn’t know why they’d head towards A-East - he couldn’t remember any concerts going on?

“... magazines graphing lolita fashion have been making their waves in the west - tell me you know FRUiTS?” Neku’s stared at the ground since the people started loosening, the texture of the asphalt and Joshua’s gait - his weird inward walk, does he need to get that checked out - that he only tunes in to the tail end of Joshua’s talk. “Earth to Neku? FRUiTS? It’s a Harajuku scene mag, ring any bells in that fashion-challenged head of yours?”

“I’m not a reader.”

“Tragic. Truly, truly tragic,” Joshua’s eyes are sunken, his fake pout wrinkled and wobbly. “Anyhoo, we’re here. You’ve been to A-East of course if you’ve been to a concert, ever - you know the Lapin Angelique store here?”

“Shiki took me here once,” Neku says, “She liked some of it but it all looked a bit,” he twists his palm, “much for me.”

“You’ve fought for your very existence here and a dress has you shaking in those velcros? Give me a break,” Joshua starts winding his hair around his finger to the very root as he steps forward through the doors. “The point of lolita is to divorce yourself from what everyone else thinks. Cute clothes like you’re rebelling against the responsibilities society wants you to take up as you’re getting older. Isn’t that appealing to you?”

Neku knows this is some appeal to emotion on clothes he isn’t keen on. He can’t stand the digs, can foretell that if he says no Joshua is going to use this against him like a hypocrite. He follows him in, into the dimly lit room that he remembered liking when he visited on his first week. He hangs uncomfortably at the door, looking around the cobweb carpet and ripped clothes.

“Over here,” Neku hears the clatter of hangers somewhere, and follows it to find Joshua rifling through jeans and shirts. “These ones don’t take a lot of guts to wear. Might be up your alley?” He lifts the ripped jeans up and hooks the hanger on Neku’s wrist.

“What are you buying?” Neku shifts his eyes, staring at petite, small Joshua on his tip-toes, twirling something around in his hands. He sees lace?

“Frilly parasol,” he opens it up, casting a dark shadow down on them. “Antique umbrella. Ribboned and laced. Gives me more fusion stars, boosts the sync rate.” He closes it with those deft, swift hands and turns it upside down, balancing his arms as he stands tip-toe again.

“It’s just an umbrella, isn’t it?” Neku asks, “I only care about the abilities, not… whatever subculture you’re obsessed with.”

“Oh, so the boy who only wears Jupiter of the Monkey is going to preach to us?” Joshua fires back.

“Shut up!” Neku’s arms cross over his dharma and he lifts out his hand not holding the jeans to count off why. “Jupiter of the Monkey is loose. They use good materials. Not very scratchy.” Neku notices his hands are slightly shaking during his staccato reasoning. “The people who work at Jupiter aren’t so confronting. The colours are good.”

“Colours? You’re just wearing purple.”

“It’s my favourite colour…” Neku drops his arms, hunches over. When he’s at this height he can’t really prevent making eye contact and when he stares back he sees Joshua’s eyes - and notices they’re not brown, they’re fucking purple. He’s got purple eyes, how did he get those? Contacts? Went out of the way to buy his contacts and then bag him for how supposedly dumb it is to wear purple. It makes Neku want to ball his hands into fists so hard his nails cut through his palms.

Little bitch.

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #03/10/2020 #twewytober 2020 #fanworks #writing

[composereggwrites]

TWEWYTOBER, Day 1: Costume

Fandom: The World Ends With You | Subarashiki Kono Sekai Rating: Mature Warnings: Body horror Characters: Joshua Kiryu, Shibuya (TWEWY) Additional: Sharing a body

Ao3

Your body is a costume. A small thing, hollowed inside. Dead, emptied, so that you could be filled with an Other.

Shibuya sings so sweetly, coiled in your chest. You used to have more substance to your suit, bones made of calcium instead of staves of Music. Notes thrumming in your veins instead of blood. The pounding of a drum in place of your heart, keeping the beat of your city.

You don’t need skin. You could choose to be whatever you wish. A thousand eyes, watching your city from the sky. Even like this, you have trouble containing the vastness anchored to your Soul.

Flickering between the planes of reality. Extra limbs, twisted in ways they shouldn’t be. Wings sprouting from your back, extending outward, unending, the edges undefined and instead fading into the essence of Shibuya. Space warps to contain you, when you choose to step into the realm of perception.

When you smile, your teeth gleam, just a touch too sharp. Nails too long. And really, arms shouldn’t bend like that.

You do try. It takes effort, but you tuck the false bones back into place, project the normal warmth the living have. But if your laugh has an underscore of bells reverberating, or if you move with too much focus, well. Can you really be blamed?

Never are you more alive, and more Other, than when Shibuya tucks herself into your head. Chooses consciousness, chooses to follow the chains linking you together, to become.

She twirls in your body. Wears your clothes, draped across the falsity. Giggles as she spins words of safety, content, expending her excited energy while you

Rest.

Backseat in your own mind, asleep. Or at least, as close as you can come, holding the anchor of your beautiful, boundless abode.

Maybe it’s because you’ve given her the template, or maybe it’s because she doesn’t fully inhabit the body, but she appears far more human than you. Even as afterimages blur in the air as she moves. Music tangible in the taste on the tongues of those around you.

(The number of people Shibuya plays personhood pretend around, however, stays firmly at none.)

Your body is a costume, a thing of make-believe.  and of the two who play pretend, you don’t wear it best.

#twewy #twewytober #twewytober 2020 #the world ends with you #Joshua Kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #egg speaks

[memcaked]

Food

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya, Sakuraba Neku, several minor OCs

Additional tags: Autistic Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya, Not beta read, TWEWYTOBER 2020, TWEWYTOBER

Summary: Yoshiya is a twelve-year-old watching his too-big TV that gives him many too-big headaches in his too-big house when he sees the commercial.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was first written and uploaded on the day of October 6th, 2020. wahoo thought this'd be some magnus opus but nah. wrote this too late and too messily to really say that in good faith

what i do have for some reason is joshua's family tree planned out well despite only having 3 of the many facts i cooked up for this. names. i gave them all fucking names. and it never appeared

Body: Yoshiya is a twelve-year-old watching his too-big TV that gives him many too-big headaches in his too-big house when he sees the commercial. That mystical Fukurai lady who’s on radio sometimes kissing what he thought was grossly artificial strawberry KitKats that flew off through a crowd of young attractive party people, dancing and laughing and making out before being sealed in frilly pink and purple packaging. “Fukurai Sync Bars, 20,000 yen,” the ad announces, “Eat one, and you’ll be making friends without even trying!”

He almost spills the pint of vanilla ice cream over his bedsheets when he reaches for the remote to pause. Yoshiya scrambles for any paper in his room to scribble the name down. 20,000 yen on food doesn’t really matter that much to an atrociously affluent, antisocial boy.

There are so many good people, strong, nice, warm people he desperately wants to befriend. He sees friends locking arms and visiting each other all the time and always, always joined at the adoring hip. Yoshiya only really wants to talk to be people about two things; Tin Pin Slammurai, and the wings. It gets really hard to talk to people when one fast-tracks you to the counsellor’s office and everyone sees “that toy anime” and not for the intricacies and lore that Yoshiya sees it as. When his eyes aren’t glued to the animals and people running away he can see just outside the gates that nobody else can, he’ll try to introduce himself to stumble and lisp through all the hard sounds. If they don’t leave before then he realises the massive void-like gap between what he wants to talk about and what any regular classmate wants to talk about, and it opens like a fresh wound with every new person. Nothing is as interesting to him compared to Tin Pin.

The day after he buys and binges on the sync bars for the first time, the social science teacher talks about a group project in threes when he hears a complaint behind him. “Shit, might have to be partners with Yoshiya.”

“Can’t get enough of Yoshiya Kiryu,” the other one says, making Yoshiya’s mood ephemerally lift until he continues with “What are the fucking chances that the kid of two socialities inherited zero charisma from either of them?”

Yoshiya turns around. He sees something he can’t name shift in their faces. “Co’llection! You’ve made a,” he clears his throat and thinks of how to reword it, “mistaken over their occupations? My stepfather is in the political profethion, not a s-socialite as you say.”

“Keyword step. Socialite, politician, what’s the difference? They all involve speaking and charisma,” the boy behind him says. He tries to lower his voice, like its not something Yoshiya and his ears which always hurt from the noise should be hearing, “Mum’s always partying even when she’s rounding out the thirties and stepdad’s must spend all his time in Chiyoda... no fuckin’ wonder he doesn’t know how to talk.”

Yoshiya clears his throat, takes a deep breath. Tries his best to make sure he doesn’t trip over the syllables in his sorries. “I’m, I, apologise for my poor elocution,”“Your what?”Yoshiya stares wide-eyed, wringing his hands. “My manner of spee’ss?”

“God, you’re hopeless.” He waves Yoshiya away, “I’ve seen all I need to see. Please don’t talk with us again, we’ll find someone else for the project.” Yoshiya blinks once, twice, three times and it's all blurry and wet. He rehearses the sentences his impediments get in the way with in the mirror, thinks how to interact and get his point across, and even with the blessed bars he can’t get through. He claps his hands over his ears and hears all the gossip still.

“Politicians’ kids have it rough…. remember the… ? the press drools at a hyperactive kid… sad fate for…”

It never really does get better for Yoshiya. He unwraps more sync bars, gets rejected, sees the wings, eats more sync bars, meets a man who understands the wings, hears his mum’s booked a psychologist, craves the artificial strawberry of sync bars, learns the secret’s gotten to the school, sees a Drake up close and phases through the graffiti fire, eats the sync bars until everything ends.

Joshua doesn’t talk much about his death. When he’s asked about his last words, he says it’s “Friends, huh?”. That’s a lie. Sanae and him are the only ones who know what it actually is. But in his painting of Yoshiya as a fervent believer in philosophies that chewed him up, it’s how he wants him to have been remembered.

“What are you eating?” Neku’s eyes shift staring at Joshua’s food. “Don’t remember buying that.”

Joshua chews fast, swallows hard. “Sync bar,” he explains, “Some top medium in the country blesses this. It’s alright.” He stretches his hand out, offering another bar he was about to unwrap.

Neku pushes it back towards Joshua. “You like that shit?” Neku snorts, “What other weird things do you like? I’ve never met anyone who’s eaten that thing and enjoys it. Always 20,000 yen down the drain.”

Joshua unwraps the rejected sync bar, takes a first bite out of it. “If that’s what you think,” he says between chews.

#twewy #the world ends with you #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #neku sakuraba #06/10/2020 #twewytober 2020

[memcaked]

Fading

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Bito “Beat” Daisukenojo & Bito “Rhyme” Raimu

Characters: Bito “Beat” Daisukenojo, Bito “Rhyme” Raimu

Additional tags: Non-binary Bito “Rhyme” Raimu, ADHD Bito “Beat” Daisukenojo, Grief, Angst, Introspective, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Not beta read

Summary: It wasn’t always like this. If Beat sits here long enough and blocks out the why can’t you be like your sister, the if Daisukenojo applied himself and improved his time management, the be quiet, can’t you shut up for once? the memories of some carefree boy playing with a skateboard he didn’t know how to use would come back to him.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was first written and uploaded on the day of October 2nd, 2020. fading was a hard prompt for me and i thought of beat and how his arms started fading during w3d7 and then it shifted to Beat and how he became a reaper to save rhyme. so theres not a lot to actually do with the prompt. but I want to post it anyways. probably has some continuity errors but im trying to focus on the "it just has to be Done" aspect if im writing one every day

Body:

It wasn’t always like this. If Beat sits here long enough and blocks out the why can’t you be like your sister, the if Daisukenojo applied himself and improved his time management, the be quiet, can’t you shut up for once? the memories of some carefree boy playing with a skateboard he didn’t know how to use would come back to him. It’s hard to think about - of how that boy was him once and he’s a rough, careless delinquent whose only real purpose is his sibling, and they’re double dead because of him.

Rhyme, Rhyme. His parents’ only hope. Their golden hair and their crooked-cute smile who waited their turn and helped him with his homework three grades above their level and didn’t seem to phase them. The one with the good brain who’d be the first Bito to go to uni and was happy to be signing up for more years of endless work that has no rules and punks who laugh it’s easy if you stop daydreaming and actually listen! like it’ll go away. He can’t convince his parents that he couldn’t continue past junior high. He’s not sure if he can cope with high school next year. Rhyme wanted to stick themself there until they’re 25?

It’s a jungle out there and ever since the pressure on Beat’s back could crush him and Rhyme’s big blue eyes as they were repeating the mnemonic they made up to remember the things for a living thing or how to spell the word he loses marks for he knew, bless their soul, they couldn’t get through the big bad world even with all the adages they’ve learnt. They’d be bright and smiling about some long job they wanted to study and it’s gone like the light left their eyes when they talked about the future. He lied about the skater thing so that day-long team thing didn’t know it was two stupid kids with no goals in life, so Rhyme could remember him as the brother who lined up at 4 in the cold dark morning to get them the bell pendant even if they didn’t know, even if the Beat before couldn’t even ollie. They smiled at that. Said they think he would achieve that.

And like everything he tries hard for, Rhyme won’t smile ever now, they’re lost in this black pin. He fled Hanekoma’s four walls, bitter black coffee shit reeking shithouse because they know about pins, how to fix Rhyme so they’re something you remember. They’re in there but they barely recognise him, like if they’ll burst out fully formed for him. The wall reapers bet Freshmeat will be gone next Game if he keeps chasing the same two teens around. It makes Beat wonder if he decided to earn his wings and leave the humans behind for the same - what word did Rhyme use again - mikes him? - of the ranks below thinking they’re better than him. The Underground is a judgy junior high for these soulkillers, except Beat is so many times more lost without Rhyme, their golden hair and crooked-cute smile and the piles of pithy ideas that shone through those brilliant eyes and its because of him. Didn’t look both ways. Didn’t look at his feet. What’s the point of a sacrifice if they have no motive for revenge?

This is what happens when people like him take it easy. Beat thrashes his wings, rough and humming with noise. He’s done with the laziness, the nothing matters. He’ll apply himself and shred until he burns up. Those fuckin’ bastards will pay for what they did to Rhyme.

End notes: no more makeovers we’d rather be the villains as long as we know whats right now

#twewy #the world ends with you #beat bito #rhyme bito #daisukenojo bito #02/10/2020 #twewytober 2020 #writing #fanworks

[memcaked]

Noise

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: Sakuraba Neku, also his dead bestie

Additional tags: Grief, Angst, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Not beta read

Summary: Neku began wearing his headphones because of their acoustics. The way he can shut himself out from this meaningless world with them came later.

Beginning notes: writing sad shit about this guy on days when i don't know what to write really do be my modus operandi huh. sorry neku mate

Body: Neku began wearing his headphones because of their acoustics. The way he can shut himself out from this meaningless world with them came later.

It was normal, at least at first. The speakers clamped over, not in that oppressively painful push down every other brand had, his ears when he could barely make out This is terrifying for everyone in 2.3, but Sakuraba especially needs some space to grieve. It kept the sounds in his eardrums and not blasting to everyone else when he had it up high and his parents were hearing he hasn’t been doing so well ever since the accident, but if this doesn’t get better after a few weeks consider getting a tutor. He could sync it up easy with his mp3 and enjoy the songs he’s been getting off the Internet when his classmates hushed each other with dude, his bestie got run over, of course he’s going to be antisocial.

He kept wearing them. He kept wearing them when he heard the service was last week, if you want to see the counsellor that’s okay but you’re expected to kept wearing them when he heard can you explain why Sakuraba’s been failing in everything but art? kept wearing them when he heard how hard is it to talk? All that wacko does is mope around in those headphones.

He keeps them on. He keeps them on. He keeps them on.

It’s all just white noise, and Neku wants to live in the silence.

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #18/10/2020 #twewytober 2020 #fanworks #writing

[composereggwrites]

TWEWYTOBER Day 3: Fashion

Title: Stars Shining Bright Fandom: The World Ends With You | Subarashiki Kono Sekai Rating: General Warnings: None Characters: Shibuya (TWEWY), Shiki Misaki, Eri (TWEWY) Additional: Reflections

Ao3

You are fashioned from the collective Soul of the city you are. Splashes of color, vibrant in the air, flowing free as you search for those with high Imagination. Those to whom your heart you will share. Gifts to the talent, the skill, the stars who will shine and bring more life into your being.

Fashion is what you are known for. Styles and designs just as varied as the people you keep. 

You love being yourself, passion poured into the creations you inspire. 

The two girls, Shiki and Eri, friends to your Composer, friends to your Favored. Favored themselves, though not quite as much. (They did not save you, but they saved Neku, taught him to grow, and for that, they are still Favored, important, just as integral as he was himself). They design, create, have grown.

You want to keep them. Hope they will not leave.

Their futures are bright, and you know, as you twirl around them and sing them the Song of your inspiration, that they will call you home, and make you beautiful.

#twewy #the world ends with you #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #twewytober #twewytober 2020 #shiki misaki #shiki twewy #eri twewy

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Equipment

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: Sakuraba Neku, Misaki Shiki, Bito “Beat” Daisukenojo, Bito “Rhyme” Raimu

Additional tags: Pins, Non-binary Rhyme, some mentions of neku’s dead best friend + grief, this is pretty silly otherwise, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Not beta read

Summary: The pins rattle against the table as Rhyme spreads them out evenly neat. “You might want to start a collection with these,” they say, craning their neck to meet Neku’s eyes at his gangly height, “it’s a wonder how you get these.”

“Phones ‘ought to have some cleftoemania! Some dat, social disease.” Neku weakly lifts his hands like if he’s trying to defend the inexplicable amount of pins he’s amassed, not stolen, but the words don’t come out.

“If the psych whiz is a pin magnet,” Shiki’s eyes shine, “then he must be able to tell us what their psychs are!”

Body: The pins rattle against the table as Rhyme spreads them out evenly neat. “You might want to start a collection with these,” they say, craning their neck to meet Neku’s eyes at his gangly height, “it’s a wonder how you get these.”

“Phones ‘ought to have some cleftoemania! Some dat, social disease.” Neku weakly lifts his hands like if he’s trying to defend the inexplicable amount of pins he’s amassed, not stolen, but the words don’t come out.

“If the psych whiz is a pin magnet,” Shiki’s eyes shine, “then he must be able to tell us what their psychs are!” She picks up the pink and white one with a two-tier candled cake, BIRTHDAY GIRL! emblazoned on the front in an uneven, kiddish font, staring at Neku expectantly.

Neku thinks for three seconds. “Draw a circle around yourself. If you’re a girl and it’s your birthday the Noise stop fighting and hold a birthday party for you. Does nothing if not.”

“Do you think the Noise bring cake?” Shiki asks.

“Cake’s crap,” Beat wrinkles his nose. Shiki gasps. “Jus’ sugar! Give me food I’ll actually eat and make it rare, yo.”

“The should give you back your entry fee!” Rhyme chimes in, their voice pitching higher. “Imagine dying on the week of your birthday, those wolves should apologise for your poor luck and gift you your memories or dreams or valued person and wish you well.”

“Too easy, man,” Beat says, scanning the other pins. “Next one.”

Rhyme grabs a black pin with spindly white font off the table. Neku can see their pupils moving left to right, left to right, left to right, “Oh! That’s that American hard rock band, right?” Her eyes light up as she turns it around and presents it to the group. “Don’t understand why they have such an indecipherable logo… why can’t they just, be themselves?”

“Rhyme, every band from America is hard rock and with a wack logo,” Beat chatises them, “You’re the smart sib!”

“I listened to them a lot when my best friend died,” Neku’s eyes slip close and he strokes one of his spikes, “don’t anymore.”

“Every pin has a story, huh?” Shiki laughs. “So many of these have a personal story.”

“One day I’m going to attract a third player pin,” Neku deadpans.

“Doesn’t explain the birthday girl pin, yo! You get that in elementary!”

“Guys,” Rhyme whines, “can we let Neku explain the pin now?”

“The psych is uh, like Onmyo,” he starts, to several confused faces, “I… used it to clear a wall once. It creates a shock wave from amps, its like Onmyo but it plays their music and it gives the Noise continuous damage. Taboo Noise aren’t hurt.”

“Yeah,” Beat’s tone like if this is obvious, “it's your partner that hits Taboo, not you!”

“I meant their names,” Neku flips open his phone, remembers the Noise Report doesn’t exist anymore and has to remember it off the top of his head. “Taboo noise are named like Neoclassical and Death Metal and everything, right? Those really intense forms.”

“Makes sense,” Shiki says. She lifts up a new pin, with an uneven grey border and a clip art person in a superhero outfit, with some motto about choosing your own path.

“Is this some character development thing?” Neku giggles at that, but sours up again as he comes up with the psych. “Teleport. Tap an empty space and you teleport.”

“Nuh uh! It has to be velocity attack.” Shiki tuts. “Don’t underestimate how gentle it looks!”

“Didn’t you say I was the psych genius here?”

“Only when your ideas are wrong!” Shiki grins. “Gosh, they should’ve let me use every pin.”

“Shiki!” Rhyme squeals. “Do this one, do this one!”

“So if you tap an obstacle with this one,” Shiki explains, “you can…”

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #rhyme bito #beat bito #13/10/2020 #twewytober 2020 #fanworks #writing

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Team

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Kariya Koki & Yashiro Uzuki

Characters: Kariya Koki, Yashiro Uzuki

Additional tags: Banter, dialogue-heavy, pre-game, Queen, can be read as ship, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Not beta read

Summary: Uzuki’s spindly fingers hit the buttons on the boombox, killing the thrumming bassline. She clenches her teeth, popping the top and ejecting the CD. “Whatever magical music ability you’ve got,” she gripes, closing her entire hand over the disc, “Why can’t you turn it off? What’s the point if you don’t know the lyrics?”

Kariya doesn’t seem to be hearing anything as he leans against the door to this building’s rooftop, poring over something yellowed and inked. “Out of the doorway, the bullets rip,” he drones, not even realising the music’s off.

Beginning notes: you have NO idea how much i've been craving to write about kariya, mate... something about 4 and 7 has me itching for it. i wanted to use more headcanons i have about him (like his past and how he's an Almighty Archivist Janitor who barely ever uses the UG history and law he has rolling around his brain) but it really only had the queen one. i am, really, truly sick of gomens and gaiman as an author and general presence myself but.... takes the "crowley's bentley turns everything into queen after enough time" for myself

Body: Uzuki’s spindly fingers hit the buttons on the boombox, killing the thrumming bassline. She clenches her teeth, popping the top and ejecting the CD. “Whatever magical music ability you’ve got,” she gripes, closing her entire hand over the disc, “Why can’t you turn it off? What’s the point if you don’t know the lyrics?”

Kariya doesn’t seem to be hearing anything as he leans against the door to this building’s rooftop, poring over something yellowed and inked. “Out of the doorway, the bullets rip,” he drones, not even realising the music’s off.

Her growl is aggressive and tired. “The same thing every time! I buy some new CD, the Prince or Def Märch or CAT N’ CORE, those were my last three buys - put it in some boombox, you touch it, you curse it! Like, hello?! I’m buying these to hear the latest songs I like, not to hear those songs for the first few days and then the same twenty, thirty ones you like ever after!”

“It just,” Kariya pauses, not from indecisiveness or nervousness but his laziness, “kind of happened. I think it started when I was sixteen.”

“Sixteen?! You’re incorrigible,” Uzuki drags her sharp, gloved hand down her face, “I need to buy a new boombox, one that you haven’t touched, make sure you won’t touch it again. You can only play anything on it if you’ve got a hazmat suit on.”

“We liquefied too much of our paycheck on celebratory ramen and drinks for your quarantined audio rig you’re masterminding,” Kariya chews a little more thoughtfully, brisker on his lollipop. “Be patient. There’s a lot of time you can use between this month and the next, Tiger.”

Uzuki prowls ever so forward, her heels clicking to her ulterior giggles. “So you agree, don’t you?” There are species of shark that have fewer teeth than a Uzuki Yashiro on her gotcha moment.

“If you’re so gabby, why don’t you tell me what I’m meant to agree to,” The papers fwub as Kariya tears his eyes off them, swinging them down.

“That you’d look forward to and want work?” Her hands are steepled, shit-eating grin on her face.

“Only for the paychecks, y’know.”

“You’re so boring, you know that?” Kariya doesn’t answer. Uzuki turns around and walks towards the opposite edge of the rooftop. You can hear the bodies wailing,” she monologues and gestures to the sky, “their lamentations, their guilt. Think of the points! The wage raises! The promotions deep inside them!” It’s like Uzuki almost swoons, her hands clasped together and voice shooting up to a soprano. “We can have it all. You hear them? When we get those souls, we’re talking Officer territory! As long as you can your ’aaaaaaah, i’m just not ready for commitment’ thing you got going on when I get offered a place there.”

“Nope, not happening,” Kariya shuts her down, shaking his head. “I’m fine down here.”

It’s like her face sours immediately, arms folded in disappointment. “What a ball and chain,” Uzuki bemoans, “One day you’ll come around.”

“Love you too,” Kariya says.

End notes: this one went out really quick once i put my mind to it actually. that's the power of team reaper rocket, baby

#twewy #the world ends with you #koki kariya #uzuki yashiro #kariyuzuki #because even if this isn't necessarily ship i can tag it for engagement B) #twewytober 2020 #09/10/2020 #fanworks #writing

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Handmade

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Eri (TWEWY)/Misaki Shiki

Characters: Eri, Misaki Shiki

Additional tags: Sewing, Mr. Mew, pre-game, Meet-Cute, Not beta read

Summary: This is the first real template Shiki’s drawn up and sewn herself. Or would it be sewing?

Beginning notes: Addendum: This was first written and uploaded on October 8th, 2020. day 7 was while really cool was also really exhausting... so, shiki sewing mr mew and meeting fashionista eri for the first time. learnt while writing this october 8 is international lesbian day, so i think this means we have to wish these two well

even if the actual sewing didn't actually make much of an appearance i went through a shitton of old plushie tutorials i used to watch and i feel like i am obligated to put some here. maybe watching stuffed animals being made is good for your mental health idk mate im not a therapist i just type words here.

mario plushie tutorials

alpaca sock plushie tutorial

sheep sock plush 

Body: This is the first real template Shiki’s drawn up and sewed herself. Or would it be sewing? Its been like this for days now - finishes her meagre lunch fast, reaches into her bag for the sewing box that’s so packed with threads and needles and felt her spine will be horizontal when she’s done, pulls out the carefully straightened templates encased in a large ziploc, and gets to work. It’s a clump of black felt that spreads out flat like a Rorschach, but when her needle goes through she knows it’s going to take form into the head. If she can make sure her blanket stitch loops do go through, of course…

She’d stuff socks and make these cutesy pill-shaped things, tape googly eyes and decorate them with her (god, not even fabric) markers, stitch up small charms she found in DIY books or online and knot them to zippers. She’s had this idea in her head for some time now, a black toy cat with white socks to carry around in your arms. And after all the sketches she did of how it’d move around or sit the template finally came to her - she used up 3 hours of her weekend drawing shapes and thinking in her head of what stitches she’d be using to piece them together. She’s only really started cutting up the felt and putting together the scraps recently and made her first stitch into it days ago.

The fabric joins together roughly - she pushes down raw edges and undoes the last six stitches when she realises how the seams will stick out like a sore thumb, trying to visualise how the cheeks group up to form the face (oh, she just realised the eyes and mouth need to be embroidered) and which point to attach the body to. She hears a thump, something like the ones of sewing machines--

“Hey,” Shiki jolts up, almost losing the thread off her needle. She scrambles to pick it up from the table and sees these stylishly smooth thin navy sneakers, washed red laces that reach up to her ankles. Her eyes travel up to the school uniform, grey tartan skirt to the black blazer unbuttoned at the top to reveal the white dress shirt with the red and white striped necktie. Up top, red-streaked hair that falls under her shoulderblades topped with a dark grey newsie. She’s only okay at faces, but Shiki assumes this is the sleeper hit Eri, the fashionable, bubbly, popular, smart, the all-star girl she sees.

“Who are you?” Shiki must be staring owlishly at this girl with her hands clapped over her mouth in a dreaded shock. She swears she saw that paperboy cap jump in how fast she moved.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to shock you like that!” The girl lifts out her hand, wearing this warm smile tinged with an apology. “I’m Eri, yeah. I, didn’t want to interrupt but I’ve been watching your sewing for a few minutes now and I wanted to tell you how good you are with a needle… how long have you been doing this?”

“I’ve spent a week on this,” Shiki lifts up the ziploc. “He’s meant to be a cat. I don’t know what to name him…”

“Mr. Mew.”

“Hm?”

“I said, call him Mr. Mew.” Eri points up, eyes glittering like this is her eureka moment. “It’s a cute name for a toy cat and it’s alliterative. You’ve just got his head?”

“It’s a work in progress, I haven’t even finished his head, I still need to bring it together and do the rest of him.”

“What’s he going to look in a week? A fortnight?” Eri’s eyes blow wider and wider like if she’s imagining something immaculate, sprung from golden thread and six-figure thread counts.

“In a week I think I’ll be doing his body. Or starting on the stuffing. If I really crunch in two weeks, maybe I can,” Shiki’s thoughts trail off, but Eri’s excited awe cuts the slack for her.

“He’ll be finished?” Eri claps her hands, grinning this pearlescently white smile. “Mr. Mew’s going to be a handsome little cat. Next period’s starting soon, can I visit you again? And see him again?”

Shiki stares down, lazily pulling another stitch through the loop. “Come all you like.”

End notes: i guess this didnt touch upon too heavily on the sewing thing but i tried to make shiki sound noviceish with this GOD why does mr. mew look so good i did textiles in school and i was heavily intimidated by my teacher who was this 60 something woman who's been sewing since 12 and has had a living ruler in her brain and would laugh at me when i had to count centimetres with rulers. also had a in-built centre of gravity/alignment and assured me she cannot leave any wonky frame alone even if the queen was there. i should've continued textiles alas stem/language consumes all my units

#twewy #the world ends with you #shiki misaki #eri #erishiki #twewytober 2020 #08/10/2020 #writing #fanworks

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Petrify

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: The Reaper who missed the meeting from Week 3 Day 5, Kariya Koki, Sakuraba Neku, Kitaniji Megumi, Yashiro Uzuki, Minamimoto Sho, Bito “Beat” Daisukenojo

Additional tags: Apocalypse, Misanthropy, reaper who missed the meeting is also losing their hearing, POV Second Person, Further Warnings in Author’s Note, hivemind, Not beta read, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020

Summary: When Kitaniji called that emergency meeting of his, you were grumpy.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was first written and uploaded on the day of October 7th, 2020. hm so this was certainly not the "wacky shaun of the dead-esque joke about the reaper who missed the meeting upset about all their friends who are ignoring them" that it was meant to be, um. ah.

warnings might be overboard but genuinely did not expect this to be this dark, do want to be better safe than sorry. this work has these very clinical discussion of death and apocalypse and i... i know twewy do be a game all about death but i really do feel some of this is toeing the line. reaper also has hearing + memory loss which might hit too close to home?

to be honest, reflecting on how swiftly a turn this took when i was writing in such a bad mood? i guess writers do fall into their same patterns very quickly.

Body:

When Kitaniji called that emergency meeting of his, you were grumpy. Emergency Calls are for when the UG’s existence is threatened, and as far as you were concerned, the stress is centred around the souls and bodies piling up while the Officers obsess themselves over some prickly kid’s Imagination. So you jigged. It’s a very simple thought process.

Three weeks is so much work; when you’re processing dead, of course, there’s a wintertime uptick, of course, there’ll be no shortage of souls during wars and bombings and accidents and floods and heatwaves and storms. UGs get put under lots of pressure. Kariya told you it’s happened before, in 2 games of the past 10 years, but it was much more common back then. You haven’t seen Kariya or his Yashiro understudy since he told you that.

(Why has it become so empty? There are two fucking players and one of them is that supposed prodigy who crashed and burnt out in his first week, how do so many… so many Reapers drop off? When was the last time you saw those towers of junk and garbage and smashed-up goods that’d kill your smell when you came up to it? There’s so much, so much of the same noise for so little Reapers, where did it all come from?)

The O-Pins the Officers must have issued at the emergency meeting was another brands stunt like the one last fortnight, you thought. Some magical placebo dud to rain hell on two players who didn’t know how to quit, and you’re not too sure if that’s really a bad thing. On the day you last saw Kariya, he danced away with Yashiro in their hushed voices that your hearing on its way out couldn’t grasp other than his skeptical “... they keep the chains on?” You used the cudgel of how you don’t need these special buffing pins to give a good fight though when you look at everyone, the stillness, the simpleness, the ceaselessness, you think you could… who the fuck are you kidding. You haven’t talked to anyone since those two players the UG is going to ruins to get their souls nearly challenged you to a fight, asked about your other friends and why you’re not repeating… whatever they were talking about. You could hear what they said in the first few hours they went like this, but it became background noise to you, your hearing numbing it further.

Something started panicking in you since those two Players talked to you. “These teenage boys are very well going to be the last people I’ll speak to,” it said, “And what will be left over when they’re gone? When they’re gone for the collateral damage of everything?” it feared, “The Officers or the Conductor might not be like this, but what are the chances a lowly wall reaper could meet them?” it screamed. You started moving across all of Shibuya, seeing the same solidified crowds and the drone of voices too quiet for you, searching for anybody in the mix that didn’t have the cursed O-Pin. A lost soul in the sea of to count the wireless Wongs of belfrey or what they’re meant to repeat, repeat, repeat.

You touch any of the actors in the tableaux vivants those stupid pins have made of every corner of Shibuya and that ugly-bright red stare flashes with the same sentences you can barely remember. Maybe hoping they’ll snap out of it, only to hear them recite with the same delivery every time. And from all of the trying with the exact same results, you’re sure you’re hallucinating all the accents. You swore you bumped into some pale pink statue that had such a euro twang you heard the what a wunderkind word sucks vood be as you abandoned it to repeat its trite words to itself, and for those same words to stumble through one ear and out the other with you.

The winds of Dogenzaka chill you to your bones. You peer through the ramen shops’ dark windows, the ones that were all the rage last week, their flashing LEDs off, dirty dishes left on the drainers for the rest of the single-digit days this place has left. You shift in and out of the UG as you stroll by, the reaper decal zoning you back and forth between the collision course that’s Kitaniji’s plans and the living humans of Shibuya. You wonder if its time to give up. You sit on the low windowsill (wow, no hostile architecture?) of some bistro, seeing flashes of your Reaper comrades you can barely name or see their faces of, and wonder what went so horribly wrong.

This morning you know you knew what the kids looked like, Freshmeat without his wings and that fiery, spiky hair screaming for attention, but everything but their biggest details are fading, muddying, merging into the frozen, reddish-grey of the pedestrians, their eyes flashing and droning their motto every, you’ve lost so much track of time you don’t even know. You don’t even know the time except for the blazing Shibuya sun and bitterly frosty nights. You don’t think you remember the date, despite living your unlife by the Timelimit within 7 days. There won’t be anyone left but you, your darkening memory and your deafening hearing and stumbling around the hivemind’s world.

You can see the sun dipping below the skyline. Not that you know when’s the end of this week, but you give Shibuya ‘till the end of that for its unthinking, monotone swan song Maybe when it’s the end and there’s nobody with their wits left, the UG can go through the dead easier. Maybe they’ll be able to write the countless longs or whatever they repeated before everything went solid. It’s a touch strange that even though you’re dead in the ground you’re the one who’s seeing the end of the world.

End notes: or, as a rewording of the final line and keeping in the style this was written in, the world ends with y

realised when i was writing the ending of this probably was thinking of Inventory by Carmen Maria Machado (very nsfw. warnings for an attempted rape in one paragraph and General Pandemic End-Times which were intriguing when this was published back in 2017 but Fucking Terrifying in this day and age!) esp with some final lines. ooo you want to read her body & other parties so bad ooo

#twewy #the world ends with you #twewytober 2020 #07/10/2020 #writing #fanworks

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Costume

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Eri/Misaki Shiki, Eri & Misaki Shiki & Sakuraba Neku

Characters: Misaki Shiki, Sakuraba Neku, Eri (TWEWY)

Additional tags: TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Beta Read, doesnt really stick to the prompt until the end but its silly enough

Summary: “Since when were you a hairdresser?” Neku grumbles, as Eri sections through his hair hanging free.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was first written and uploaded on October 1st, 2020. notes from the original upload have been edited to reflect that this fic isn’t hosted on AO3 anymore. would love to thank luca @anguiscantus on twitter for taking the time to onceover this for my insecurity. thanks mate

Body: 

“Since when were you a hairdresser?” Neku grumbles, as Eri sections through his hair hanging free. Shiki texted him to ask to come to theirs to run some Halloween ideas by him, adding a selfie of her in a lacy orange and green witch’s dress, long pink hair all but cropped out on the edge and an arm slung around her. Shiki thanked him for coming when he stepped in and showed him something orange and stripy… then buttoning him into it before he could get a good look and letting Eri have him.

Not that he can look down and see what he’s wearing with some black cape around him. Eri promised that she’s not cutting hair, it’d be too much of a mess to clean up anyways - but she’s spritzed water all around to take down his spikes. He complained that his hair wasn’t bad and didn’t need whatever she wanted to do and Eri (and Shiki from the next room!) guffawed, dropping his hair and blinking back tears until her hands stopped shaking to continue.

She yanks the brush down to his roots and he yelps. He hears a can rattle and Neku squirms in the low uncomfortable chair he’s seated in, coughing and gagging at the cloud of hairspray. “I don’t like salons!” His voice is shrill and panicked, like shattered glass. “I thought Shiki said it was ideas and now I’m stuck here with this--”

From the other room, Shiki yells over her sewing machine’s whirring thump thump thump. “Neku, if you don’t stop being so rude about my girlfriend’s hair skills, I will confiscate your hair gel!”“

And you’ll have to appreciate the great updo I’m giving you,” Eri says. She pins up the havoc she wreaked on Neku’s left side and moves onto the right. He protests and squawks at the tugging and raking and spraying she’s putting him through, shaking and wrenching his body away until her big hands grip onto his jaw and don’t let go. “Calm down, calm down. It’s only symmetrical.”

The pin goes through his hair, and Eri preens over her little project that Neku still can’t see despite his demands for a mirror, and she orders him up to show Shiki. When she hears the footsteps, Shiki immediately stops the sewing machine and claps, guiding them to her full-length mirror at the end of the room.

“Look, look, look!” Shiki unbuttons the cape and it falls to the floor. He’s, he’s wearing this fluffy orange jumpsuit with a white belly and stripes that run up and down. His hair’s neglected and down except for two triangular cat ears made from his own head, long and perky. They made him a cat for Halloween?

“Neko!” Shiki and Eri chorus, giggling. Shiki “She even gave you these little tufts at the top from the pins, you look like those majestic fluffy Maine Coons we should pair you with Mr. Mew--”

“Tell me where the sink is so I can wash these ears out.”

“You’re no fun! I’m taking your hair gel!”

End notes: all the hair tutorials i watched for this, man...

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #eri #erishiki #01/10/2020 #twewytober 2020 #writing #fanworks