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twst-pirateau · 3 years

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search for treasure - chapter 0.5

Help them

Warning: mention of alcohol!

You decide to assist the youths with their burden, heaving the chest on your shoulders.

What are they carrying in there!? You ponder, already feeling the hefty burden.

“You good?” The ginger checks on you, adjusting his grip on the chest. “Yeah,” A grunt slips past your lips. It would be a matter of time before your arms give out from the sheer weight. The three of you continue your way down, heaving the chest as much as you can. Unknowing bystanders take notice and part ways to clear your route.

“Where are we carrying this to?” You huff.

“To the Cheshire Tavern,” A voice from behind answers.

“It should be ahead and a turn on the right. Hold on,” The ginger adjust his grip on the chest.

“Whoa!” You almost drop the chest from the lack of support.

“Ace, why did you let go of the chest?!”

“My arms are tired, Deuce! I can’t help it!” The ginger snaps. Deuce, the youth from behind, sighs irritably.

“I’m sorry about this..”

You keep your thoughts to yourself, saying nothing but a polite smile on your lips. Ace stretches for a while and then smiles sheepishly at the both of you.

“Now, can we get going?” Deuce sighs. Ace makes a sour face, “I was taking a break and now you treat me like this,”

“Sorry for making you feel bad,” Deuce mutters under his breath. With that, the three of you shuffle along with the chest above your heads. You finally reach to the tavern, tucked in a quaint corner of the harbor where boisterous voices cry out in hearty delight.

The three of you lift the chest off your shoulders and place it down on the tile.

“That was a workout!” Ace whines, relaxing against the wall. Deuce does the same, exhilarated from the ordeal.

“And we wait for our crew,”

“Another one, Chen’ya! Your spirits are the best all around!”

The stench of rum, cider and all sorts of heavy drinks linger in the air. Men, women, and all sorts of people gather ‘round for a hearty drink together, telling each other tales of ventures unknown and grand rumors of bountiful treasure.

Taverns, ever the spheres of loosened lips, can be a place of civility, or often times, hostility. The Cheshire Tavern was such a place for this - the epicenter of fights and rich stories.

In the midst of the din, a vivacious youth weaves in between patrons, serving frothing drinks of rum and beer. A drunken man waves him by.

“Diamond, you must be pullin’ some magic if yer spin’in tales like that.”

“I’m not~ Besides, all of these are true! I went through it with my hearty crew!”

“Well, didn’t you?”

“That’s enough, Arn. I think you’ve had enough for one night,”

A young man of broad physique sneaks behind the drunken man.

“Trey, you don’t have to worry about me~ I can handle this myself,” remarks Cater who places a mug of frothing drink in front of Trey. The bespectacled youth arches an eyebrow at his partner.

“What do you mean? I’m only getting started!” Arn protests, snatching the mug from Trey. He takes a swig. Trey only sighs and mutters under his breath.

“That was supposed to be my drink. Oh well, I hope you don’t paying..” He adjusts his glasses, revealing a vexed demeanor. Right before the young man could lift a finger, he glimpses the three of you by the corner.

“Oh, there you were! Excellent, you brought the chest. Ooh, who would this be?”

He pauses before you, ready to extend in greeting. You notice his lips curl in a friendly smile, his physique resembling a sort of brotherly aura; yet, his eyes convey a nature you cannot fathom directly..

“May I ask for your name?”

Do you introduce yourself?

or not?

#twst pirate au #twst writing #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #twst heartslabyul #trey clover #deuce spade #cater diamond #ace trappola #twst ace #twst deuce #twst trey #twst cater #pirate au #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland writing

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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Do you have a character you're excited to write for?

It’s actually a lot in this AU, but I look forward to introducing the characters in it!

I’ve actually planned a whole relationship chart on the characters before I started writing on this, so you’d see how the dynamic between the characters play out!

Yet, one character I’m looking forward to is merman Epel..

- Lily

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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I have a suggestion for Lily!! Do you think you could put prev/ next links on each chapter so that we don’t get confused by the storyline?? When three of your posts showed up on my dashboard, I didn’t know which one came first so I didn’t read them chronologically and I got confused TvT

Future chapters will be pinned as the top post and for any chapters that may serve as filler chapters will be linked as well. I’ll even provide a master list if the posts are becoming too much!

- Lily

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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There will be no updates for this week (my apologies)!

But there will be a Q&A about this AU. Please tune in!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst pirate au #twst writing

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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search for treasure - chapter 0.5: introduction

Further into the town.

You decide to take your time before you return to the great seas as a new pirate. Here, you weave between waves and waves of people, catching sight of miserable and dreary complexes aged by time and abandon. Wandering souls stall by empty buildings, expecting some sort of change to occur about their lives. You ignore those individuals, knowing very well on the resolve you have about in your being.

Summer sun shines above you, a clear blue sky casting a beautiful day in the heavens. You walk further into the town, hearing the voices of merchants bidding their prices to passerby like sharks.

“Git your fruits and veggies here for just 10 coins!”

“Dresses and fabrics for 20!”

“Don’t be shy, come in for a drink!”

You ignore the merchants and keep going, advancing to the more opulent sections of the town.

A grandiose fountain marks the heart of the town, Golden Heart. Here you pause, taking another moment to bask in the atmosphere. Up north, a grand palace towers above the common cottages, eloquent architectures, and other buildings..

A government building by your left and a tavern by your right.

Where do you go?

Up north.

On your left.

On your right.

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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search for treasure - chapter 0.5: introduction

To the harbor...

Here, you step in the hubbub of the harbor where you bask in the nostalgic chaos of life. Too long had you been locked in the damp and dark gallows of prison, you embrace this new freedom with a wide smile. Faces of eager youths who seek new adventures by the waves, faces of weary elders who carry many stories of misadventures and happy accidents, faces of familiar comrades who willingly ready themselves to places unknown and faces of innocent people who have yet to taste the dangers of the seas blend together into this very harbor, a blend of narratives coming together to one place..

“Oi, watch where you’re going!”

“Ace, be careful with that! Capn’ will be livid with you if you drop it!”

“Who cares about Capn’, we’ll be fine!”

Two pirates, youths roughly the same age as you, hoist a chest upon their shoulders, struggling to keep it upright. They appear to be in a hurry, winded and exhausted from such a chore.

What do you do?

Help them.

Don’t help them..

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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search for treasure - chapter 0.5: introduction

content warning: use of alcohol!

To the tavern..

You head to a busy tavern, wrought with drunken sailors, noblemen, and individuals alike. A hostess with a ravishing bust greets you with a kind smile and escorts you to a seat. The squalid ambiance of a chaotic bar wrought with curses, rambunctious banter, and sodden lechery overwhelms you, great waves of rum and alcohol washes over you.. You couldn’t help but nearly choke at the stench.

“Oi, another rum, lass! Nothin’ hits the spot like a cold drink!” You flinch at a drunken man shouting by your ear, spittle and foam landing on your cheek.

“Yer drinkin’ too much, Tom! Yer losin’ it!” Roaring laughter erupts from a nearby table, all belonging to a group of slovenly, disheveled pirates. A kind hostess hastens to the drunk man, but as soon as she approaches him, her beautiful smile curls into one of disgust. She pours little into his cup and leaves - “Spritely little one, isn’t she?” The man chuckles, taking a swig of the little rum in his pitiful cup.

“What an angel to pour our Captn’ a drink!”

“Watch out Captn’, she looks like she can bite!”

More laughter erupts from the group, guffaws joining the clamour.

“Lads, enough! Tonight, Captn’ has a story for all of you..” Upon this, you amongst the many yearning souls in the room gather around for this tale..

What do you do?

Listen to the story

Don’t listen to the story.

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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Before We Begin...

The young woman pauses, her finger stopping at a page labelled “Chapter One”. She wistfully smiles at the guest and pours herself a cup of warm tea.

“Now before we begin, I’d like to address something with you..”

In this tale, you will endure many adventures:

TWST Pirate AU will include NSFW content (i.e. blood, sex scenes, and use of alcohol)

Please write at your discretion! For every choice you make, there is a chance that the chapters will have ‘under the cut’ labels and warnings in case of NSFW territory!

Chapters will update weekly (given the pace in which I spend on writing this!)

I will make SFW and NSFW ver. for each chapter (just in case!)

Remember, have fun with this!

“I will caution you as we go along, but all I wish is for you to be comfortable and welcome in this tale,” The young woman’s smile is warm by the flickering light of a fireplace. Her eyes meet the eyes of a stranger who only fathom a smile back.

“Please do make yourself at home, dear. I hope you enjoy this,”

She flips the page and thus, begins an epic tale of adventures..

#twst pirate au #twst #twisted wonderland #twst writing

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twst-pirateau · 4 years

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search for treasure - episode 0: prologue

Winter unleashes its wrath upon desolate land with howling winds and blankets of snow, the terrain an empty husk of its former vibrance. A lone cottage stands amidst the chaos, resilient against the cruel winter, a thin trail of smoke emitting from a minuscule chimney. Crystals chime from a gust of winter chill. A guest had arrived.

“Come in, young soul. You must be shivering from the cold. Please come in and make yourself comfortable,” A young lady smiles at the guest warmly. She gifts them with a bowl of mint tea and warm soup.

“Very well, you must be here for a journey, my dear. A journey like no other, a perilous journey worthy for a beating heart and a courageous soul..” She looks at the youth with intrigue, an amused smile curled at her lips. Somewhere tucked away a library of tomes, she retrieves a book, dust and yellowed from age. She leaves through yellowed pages and starts upon the beginning.

“While we await for the snow to settle, how about a story? Not to worry, young one. This isn’t your ordinary bedtime story..

‘On one summer day..’”

On one summer day, you startle awake, cold sweat brimming at their forehead. Cold tile send shivers down your spine, another miserable night in prison. You stretch aching muscles - somewhat pulling on the chains from your ankle and wrists. Everything hurts, from your swollen ankles to your bruised wrists.. All of this because of a simple act of pickpocketing. “Wake up, vermin,” You jump by the sound of clanging metal, shaking off the little drowsiness you had from a terrible night’s sleep. A scowl belonging to the unpleasant warden greets you, just another lovely sight to see.

“Slept well, Sleeping Beauty?” The warden’s drab and dreary clothes matches the misery by his lips. It’s too early to handle such a troublesome figure, especially someone with a terrible demeanor and scowl. You remain silent, glaring daggers at your captor. He guffaws, his scowl contorting to a nasty smirk - a look much worser than his former scowl.

“Glare at me all you want, you scoundrel. I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” He dangles a ringlet of keys in front of you, tempting you - You dare not to take the bait. A maniacal cackle curls his lips, one that echoes throughout the prison. The jailer makes his way down to the aisle and causes a ruckus about.

“Wake up, you lot! Look sharp for the Commander! If you’re nice and quiet, maybe one of you lucky bastards can go home today!” Curses and scuffles answer the warden’s morning call, unruly prisoners rising from their slumber only to be greeted by a vulgar warden. Misery lingers here in the corners of prison, parasitic with former shells of individuals who only rot from their evils in the world..

You want to leave this place. You wanted to leave this horrible hive of delinquents, murderers, and miserable folk. There had to be a way. A booming “Silence!” diminishes a moment of disparities as a figure enters the threshold. Here comes in a uniformed fellow, a man dressed in pitch black with a strange mask resembling a crow.

Your blood runs cold. A mysterious man with a mask of crow. Commander Crowley.. A man feared by his eccentric reputation and ‘kind’ countenance - The “Executioner” had arrived. The day today is the day where a lucky soul can finally leave the horrendous hellhole to embrace the sweet bliss of liberty. Today was the day many prisoners yearned to get, regardless if they may be serving a lifetime or just two months of prison.. The chains on your wrists and ankles felt heavier..

“Ah, Commander Crowley! Pleasant morning, isn’t it?” The warden greets the Commander with a sickening grin, revealing a toothy smile. You suppress the urge to retch out your disgust; instead, you watch the two figures ruminate upon the lucky prisoner.

“Yes! It’s such a fine morning, my dear Warden! Shall we share this wonderful morning with a special person today?” Crowley’s zestful tone starkly contrasts the gloomy ambiance of the prison - the poor Commander receives curses and vulgarities as a response.

You heave upon your chains, two burdens weighing you down terribly… Freedom is coming to your fingertips, you can feel in your bones. It didn’t matter if those two determined your freedom, for you were free in your heart and soul.

“-How about this one here?” Nearby voices startle you out of your stupor. The Commander and the Warden come before your cell. You remain silent, looking down to your chains. Let those figures rot in hell - you’ve had enough with this farce.

“Hmm,” A conniving smirk befalls the masked man.

“Oh yes, perhaps this one.. Quite pitiful, this one. This youth has a lot of life ahead of them. It would be a shame if they spend it all rotting away here. You,”

Metaliac clangings jolts you out of your stupor. “You!”

There is that stupid scowl of the Warden again.

“My, you look just perfect. What is your name?” The Commander looks at you with intrigue as the Warden quickly unlocks your prison cell.

“(y/n),”

The masked man’s face lights up with joy - “Ah yes, the wonderful (y/n). It’s such a shame to find you here in the gallows all by your lonesome. Today is your lucky day, my child. You’re set free,”

Those two last words seem to echo in your head. Freedom? Was it really true? The day you become emancipated from the chains of something cruel and wicked was finally happening.. Before you can register those words, the chains around your ankles and wrists loosen. Finally..

“Ah, how delightful. You’re finally free from your chains. Now, come,”

How long has it been since you last walked? You fumble, pain shooting up your feet as you attempt to walk again, your ankles throbbing with a vengeance.. You stumble before Crowley, his arms stabling you upright.

“Careful, careful, little one,” He chuckles lightly, brushing off debris from your shoulder. You couldn’t even fathom what was transpiring at the moment - your legs buckle under you from just a menial stroll out of your cell to his arms.. How pathetic you made yourself in front of the Commander. “Consider this as the first day of your new life. Now, come along, we don’t have time to waste!” He wraps an arm around yours, escorting you out of the prison. You didn’t look back.

Bustling clamour of a busy harbor welcomes you back to the vibrancy of life - little children frolicking about, men lazing drunkenly in taverns, and women laboring tirelessly under the sun. You were finally back, thanks to the Fates and the kindness of the Masked Commander..

As a treat to your freedom, he rewards you with gifts: a dagger inherited from your father, a pouch of coins, and a letter from your mother. These three items were enough.. Just the items from your long dead parents and enough money to get around the town.

You scour about the harbor, excitement bubbling in your midst. There is so much to do in a day.

Where do you go?

To the harbor.

To the tavern.

Further into the town.

End of Episode 0

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