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“Where is Hina Gallagher?” Mizuki struggled to catch her breath as she stood at urgent care’s reception desk. Every wheeze tightened her lungs, and she knew she wasn’t the most physically adept. Yet she had been running around Cestrelle for the past few hours desperately searching for her sister after receiving her distressed message.

And then she finally received the call from the hospital, informing her of her sister’s location. In that moment, Mizuki realized that she had failed. She was useless. She couldn’t do anything. How could she have let this happen? Why didn’t she have any fucking use in the world except for working on some god damn machine?

Hazily Mizuki nodded when the front desk worker gave her the information and allowed her to press further. Fear clouded her judgement, and panic slowed her down. Her feet were yelling at her to take a break, but her heart was screaming to hurry up and find Hina.

With her own emotions running haywire, the feelings all around her were amplified and it felt like her brain was being slammed onto the floor and stomped on as she tried to sift through her own thoughts. But when she glanced at the doctor leaving her sister’s room, she could only feel her dread growing from the solemn vibes that came from him.

Mizuki entered the room after asking for permission, taking a deep breath as she closed the door behind her. Her heart stilled in her chest as she approached the hospital bed. Goosebumps prickled along her shoulders and up her back as she stared at her twin, laying in the bed with bandages wrapped around her head. And seeing Hina in this state caused Mizuki’s heart to plummet in the dark recesses of her chest.

Turn off your emotions, Mizuki. Just turn them off and it’ll be fine.

Heat burned the corners of Mizuki’s eyes and her cheeks as the tears slowly started falling. There wasn’t much that she could do right now, and she felt useless. 

She couldn’t help the giggle that popped up from her at the others playful self as the laptop bag and the cellphone case was settled carefully on the counter top. Marinette thought slowly, thinking of the information that was stored on the computer. “I’m not really sure to be honest. There’s some very.. very sensitive files on here that I need to be protected. The file is labeled mini mouse and it’s the most important one that I have..”

Mizuki’s face contorted as Hina helped her to her feet, a jolting pain throbbing through her side. She would need to learn their location sooner rather than later; the girl feared that there was something wrong with her side than just some minor bruise.

“We must have just ventured too far from the city,” Mizuki mused, placing a finger beside her cheek as she thought. “We haven’t gone this far from home before, so things must just be too eerily different for us.”

Glancing towards the nearby city, Mizuki gave a determined smile to her sister. “This city looks different than home. They must just have different mechanics than we’re used to.” She turned to look behind her before returning her attention to the nearby city. The cave they slept in was gone, and Mizuki couldn’t recognize the road they were in. She couldn’t push away the haunting feeling of missing landmarks in the distance, but she needed something to grasp onto right now.

If she couldn’t hold onto these thoughts, then what else did she and her sister have? There was no other explanation.

“C’mon, Hina,” she said, grabbing her sister’s hand. She took a deep breath as her eyes focused on the city. “We just need to reconnect. That storm probably messed with us. Or maybe the stress is getting to us. There might be an inn here so we can recover.”

   Instantly, Hina recognized the pained expression on her sister’s face and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Mizuki was in pain, and Hina’s anxiety skyrocketed (not that it hadn’t already been through the roof). “Are you okay, Mizu?” She pressed, watching her carefully for any signs of distress. 

   Hina wanted to believe her twin more than anything. She wanted to take her words and hold onto them as if they were law, as she normally did, but something was turning in her stomach that told her this time they were wrong. 

   “I don’t know, Mizuki,” Hina shook her head, mouth pressed into a thin, worried line. Surely they would have remembered venturing this far, or leaving the cave they took shelter in. Unless something went wrong. Unless Hina used her memory manipulation. But she had sworn to herself never to use her powers against her sister, so what could have urged her to take such drastic measures? Could anything? Would her memory erasure even work on her twin? “Something doesn’t feel right.”

   Shaking herself from the barrage of thoughts parading her mind, Hina gently wrapped her hand around her sister’s arm, pressing their sides together. She was frightened, and the closeness Mizuki provided stilled her beating heart slightly. 

Starter for @heliosmachina​

     When Darra first ventured out of the forest, he marveled at the advancements that Wonderland had gone through; the talk structures that looked like fingers grasping at the sky; the strange noisy things on the dark road that humans climbed into; the strange bricks that humans held to their ears and talked to. These were all fantastic things that fascinated Darra to no end.

    There was a specific building that caught Darra’s attention as he walked around Wonderland for the day. Entering the “garage,” Darra noted the strange metallic and gaseous smell that filled his nose.

     Pinching his nose, “E-Ew! What’s that smell!?”

   Thrown off by the lack of machinery in Wonderland, the Gallagher twins decided to open the Gallchobar Garage, which was where Hina spent most of her time such as now. Her hands were covered in oil, a spot or two smeared across her cheek, and she watched in satisfaction as the car she was currently possessing revved its engine and confirmed her hypothesis on its malfunctions. Hearing footsteps, Hina released her hold on the object and turned towards the door, smile bright on her face. 

   “That, my friend, is gasoline! Welcome to the Gallchobar Garage!”

[ Below are various starters of things that muns have said that we thought were just plain funny. Definitely contains some NSFW. ]

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the hospital?”

“I’ve been alone my whole life…”

“I thought you were different.”

“Everything is falling apart!”

“The police said they couldn’t find anything…people are dead!”

“I can’t believe this is happening to me again.”

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Listen to me! Everything is NOT going to be fine!”

“I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

“I cried so much last night that I dried out my face.”

“You just make everything worse.”

“We were supposed to be friends, and now we’re not.”

“Are you going to rip my heart out again?”

“Just go. I’d feel better.”

“…what are you covered in?”

“Nothing I do is right, apparently.”

“There’s got to be a way out of this…I just can’t find it.”

“How can I tell him/her/them the truth? I’ve told so many lies.”

“You’re nothing but a liar.”

“I’m not going to turn my back on him/her/them!”

“You don’t have to stay. I understand.”

“Don’t think I’ll forget about this.”

“You just don’t understand what it’s like.”

“I’d die happy if I could just get my revenge.”

“I didn’t CHOOSE this! It’s just my life, okay?!”

“Come on…don’t die on me..”

“Just because I put on a smile doesn’t mean I’m happy.”

“Your mouth tells me one thing, but your eyes tell me another.”

“I’m not the person I want to be.”

“Why couldn’t you just be careful for once in your life?”

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

My muse and your muse have been chosen to be locked in a closet for 7 minutes in heaven. Send “SEVEN MINUTES” for my muse to generate a number 1-25 of what happens between our muses

“I have an appointment!” Marinette smiled warmly at the other, delighted to meet someone with so much passion for their craft. It made her feel a sort of kinship for the girl. “My name is marinette dupain Chang. I’m here to have my software updated and some better protection added to my phone and laptop.”

   “Perfect!” The mechanic grinned, standing and waking up the laptop they used to store data for all their appointments. Typing with furious speed, Hina listed in the girl’s file what would be done and the timeframe in which it would need to be finished, offering a welcoming smile towards the ravenette. 

   “Well then, Marinette dupain Chang,” Hina mock-bowed, tossing out a playful wink. “You’ve come to the right place. What kind of protection are you looking for?”

                 Of all the places Hikaru has yet to try, the local ice cream shop in the Queens area of Cestrelle was one of them. He heard wonderful things about it, namely their all-too famous Rosy Drop ice cream. It was said to have rose water drops embedded into the ice cream itself and that was one thing he had to try. Not like it was anything new from the standard gelato he had eaten in the surface world, but, hey, it’s Wonderland. Anything he’s tried, time and time again, this place has exemplified that it can do it better.

Walking inside the shop, he takes a look around and examines the decor. Not too bad; it was like the usual ice cream places he’s been in really. He takes a sharp inhale, hands moving inside his pants pocket in an automated response as he begins to walk towards the counter. Though he stops when he spots a familiar face. Or that’s what he thinks. Walking towards the girl with the vanilla and chocolate swirl in hand, he tilts his head with furrowed brows—concentrating on the goggles. Funny, she didn’t have that before.

Hikaru’s eyes widen when the other had finally noticed him and his gawking. He was definitely taken aback by what the other said. Does she not remember him?

“ You don’t remember me? ”

And without regard, he slips in on the empty booth across from her.

“ We ran into each other around the Jax area. You were attempting to sacrifice yourself when a thin metal slab attempted to hit me. You really don’t remember that? It happened recently.  ”

  Her mouth still hung open, her tongue poised to take a lick, as Hina watched him slide into the otherside of the booth. Their legs were nearly touching. This certainly wasn’t what she’d been expecting, and her lips touched the icy treat skeptically as he spoke and she leaned back in the plastic seating. “Your face is ringing zero bells,” She replies, brushing a sleeve against her cheek to rid it of any grease left behind. Skilled fingers pushed her goggles up a little bit higher on her head with a knuckle, a thoughtful frown settling on her pursed lips.

  The twin stared him down for a moment, azure gaze studying his features as she leaned forward - definitely breaching his personal bubble, she was sure. With a note of finality, she hummed and replaced herself in her slumped position, ice cream threatening to drip down her wrist. “Nope, I have never seen you before in my life,” Hina decides. “Besides, if what you’re saying happened really happened, I would have just made a forcefield,” She waved her hand dismissively, as if this kind of thing was a regular occurrence. “I can handle my metal, thank you very --”

  And then it hit her. Mizuki. Licking around the side of the cone to save all the sweet treat she could, Hina sighed and shook her head, gaze lifting to meet the stranger’s. “You must have met my sister, Mizuki. We’re twins.” Tilting her chin up, Hina did her best sisterly impression, pulling on an expression that said ‘I am the older and more mature twin, listen to me’. “She kind looks like this, definitely seems like she always knows what she’s doing? Probably carrying a lot more than she needed to?”