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hello! i'm pandoa but please feel free to call me pando <3 i go by she/her pronouns and run this writing blog! as of now, i only write for twst, but i won't be opposed to writing for other fandoms if it piques my interest. the main focus of this blog will be scenarios, imagines, and headcanons!

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Event List and Specials

IS IT TRUE IS IT TRUE

IS THE HIT GACHA GAME TWISTED WONDERLAND FINALLY GETTING THEIR ANIME THIS MONTH

IS IT FREAKING TRUE

THE ANIME THEY FUCKING MENTIONED LIKE YEARS AGO IN LIKE 2020-2021??????? THE ANIME ANNOUNCEMENT THAT GOT ME INTO TWST IN THE FIRST PLACE

IS THIS WHERE MY SOUL FREAKING ASCENDS

MY COLD, BURNT OUT, WITHERED SOUL HEARING THE TWST THEME AND HAVING JOYOUS FLASHBACKS LIKE A LONGING LOVER IN THE PAST

"lilia, do you think we were lovers in a past life?"

your voice rang through the much colder walls of diasomnia, the slightest chill from his dorm's window contrasting the warmth of your body resting against his. he sat above you with a gentle but longing expression as your head leaned across his lap under the covers of his bedsheets. the familiar touch of his hand through your hair aided you in a soft and quiet haze, leaving you idly rambling as you fought against your own growing tiredness.

"what makes you say that, my dove?"

lilia whispered down, his voice feigning innocence as a flash of unknown emotions came undone within his eyes at the mention of the past. emotions of unadulterated yearning, devotion, and devastation. a glance that told both everything and nothing at all with hidden stories of broken pasts, unfortunate fates, and a fleeting sense of romance. vulnerability. no matter how much he denied it, his eyes told centuries of stories he could never have the time to tell you this late into the night.

so instead, a simple question was all you got in reply.

"I'm sorry... but I don't think I can keep being your friend at this rate—"

Those were the last coherent words the fervent man before you uttered as he hesitantly guided a shaking yet firm hand against the back of your head, his whispers leaving a warm tingle down your neck like a flickering fire dancing on your skin. Barely even letting the final words of his sentence ring throughout the dimly lit room of his dorm, desperate lips reached your own as the comforting darkness of the two of you shutting your eyes closed ensued like a rhythm you both knew all too well, almost as if you had done this a million times before.

Tangling in each other's limbs and reveling in each other's embrace, you weren't sure what you should call the young man in front of you anymore. Acquaintance? Friend? Mutual?

Lover...?

Memories of dreams you thought were too unattainable to be true played through your mind as you pulled him in closer to you like a familiar dance you both were too new at.

Any hope for anything more seemed so distant to the two of you. And yet you still continued to push and pull at one another, teasing the boundaries between formalities, friendship, and longing.

Shortly, the electrifying touch of his fingertips reached the side of your waist, sending an enticing shock to the nerves of your skin. You both knew that one of you should have stopped, letting the other catch their breath as you two properly spoke about what had just happened. The boundaries you both had crossed together with one simple yet desperate kiss.

Pushing and pulling, lingering then leaving, turning away only to glance back more passionately than before...

This intricate dance was one that had gone on for far too long. Yet the two of you were used to the fiery touches and impossible desires. Like a sick game made to either burn or ignite the raging emotions you held for one another. Pushing and pulling at the limits. Pushing and pulling at the quiet ache in your chest, an ache that both wished to spill your feelings out like a ravaging river—yet a frustrating pain that sought to bury those same emotions deep into the crevices of your heart, hidden even from yourself.

Pushing and pulling. Longing and desiring.

How thin was the line between friendship and lovers, anyway? Is there really a need to say what these emotions you experience are each time he whispers your name in the same yearning tone, tender and woven together like a smudged letter in the rain? One that was too blurred from the pouring droplets of water to decipher whether it was a letter of love or letter of heartache?

Neither of you cared, however. Love, longing, yearning, heartache... it all blurred into one. It was just up to whoever broke first to name whatever this conflicting relationship was to you both.

Pushing the limits, pulling towards the closeness. You and the young man you once knew as your friend remained—caught between your wants and desires as you succumbed to the warmth of his skin gently grazing yours.

Pushing and pulling until even the two of you had enough.