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...if someone is born from a dream, does that make their life any less real...?

Long, long ago, the Moon Princess was exiled as punishment.

She lived among the mortals. Growing up with a family that loved her, forming friendships, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life. That she grows to think of this world as home. But when her punishment ends, celestial messengers come to take her home. In doing so, they cleanse her of mortal impurities. And while they took her memories, her body remembers the emotions.

She returns to home exactly as everyone expected. But something has changed. She longs for a place she cannot remember. Years turn into centuries. The weight of the ache inside her becomes unbearable. She grows quieter and quieter until she eventually falls into slumber to soothe an ache she knows not how to heal. And in that sleep, she dreams. Of a life where she could simply belong. The warmth of an embrace. Of sunshine pressing heat into her skin. The fragrance of flowers heavy in the air.

It was meant to be a perfect fantasy. An ordinary life with a happy childhood, a loving family, and a place of warmth she could always return to.

But dreams are born from the hearts that carry them.

Though the Moon Princess no longer carried the memories of the past, it did not erase the feelings it left behind. And so the dream inherited them in her place. Her loneliness. Her yearning for a home she could no longer remember. The quiet ache of searching for something just beyond reach. The fear of never truly belonging.

Until, somewhere between wish and memory, dream and reality, it no longer became just a dream.

It became a person.

Yuuri was everything the Moon Princess was not.

One returned to a home that no longer felt like home. The other was born into a world that never truly welcomed her. One spent centuries yearning for a place she could no longer remember. The other spent her life searching for a place where she could finally belong.

The Moon Princess dreamed of a life untouched by duty—a life where she could laugh, cry, stumble, and love as nothing more than an ordinary girl. But perfection was never what gave that life meaning. Instead, the dream became beautifully, irrevocably human.

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Yuuri was meant to live an ordinary life.

That was the wish that gave her form. She was meant to know the simple happiness of an unremarkable childhood, to grow up surrounded by the warmth family, and the familiarity of home. Instead, she was born with features that unmistakably marked her as different from her family and people around her.

Childhood quickly became defined by quiet cruelties.

Parents would steer their children away from her. Children would learn to avoid her or treat her with the same wariness their parents showed to her. Neighbors lowered their voices to whisper incessantly when she passed. Teachers watched her a little too closely. Every smile carried hesitation, every kindness an uncomfortable distance.

Even within her own home, the strain began to show. Her parents loved her. She could not doubt that. But there was always the lingering feeling that she was like a puzzle piece that did not belong. Eventually, they made a choice. To dye her pale moonlight hair beneath ink black dye. Hoping that if she looked like everyone else, she could finally fit in.

For a while, it seemed to work. The open hostility faded. Conversations no longer stopped the moment she walked into a room. At first glance, Yuuri looked no different from anyone else. But the whispers never truly disappeared. Nor did the uneasy glances cast toward her family or the lingering feeling that she was only welcome because (she never really belonged) no one knew who she really was.

And then, Yuuri cut her own hair. If everyone insisted that her appearance (it was just her) was the reason she was unwanted, maybe changing it would finally make a difference.

But It didn't. Nothing changed.

In the end, the only thing her parents could offer her was distance. To a quiet town far from the city. Somewhere no one knew her name. Somewhere no one knew what she looked like before ink dyed hair and locks of ink black hair littered the bathroom floor. Somewhere she might finally have a chance at ordinary life.

And in some ways, she did.

The people there were polite. Friendly. As long as Yuuri carefully maintained the illusion. She kept her hair dyed. Deflected questions about her unusual eyes. Smiled when expected. Spoke softly. Drew as little attention to herself as possible. The version of Yuuri everyone came to know was one she had carefully assembled, piece by piece.

Quiet. Unassuming. Easy to accept.

But it never erased the feeling like she was wearing shoes a size too small and clothes two sizes too big.

Every morning, she stood before the mirror and carefully put herself together. She checked her hair. Practiced her smile. Made sure there wasn't a single crack that might reveal the parts of herself the world had already decided it hated.

Then she went to school. She laughed when appropriate, listened more than she spoke, remained friendly but maintained a polite distance, and became whatever version of herself allowed the day to pass without incident.

When evening came, she returned to an empty house. Only the sound of her footsteps accompanied her. The steady beating of her own heart. She washed the day away and stood before the mirror once more.

The girl staring back always felt unfamiliar. Like she was looking through the glass instead of in a mirror.

Yuuri could never explain why.

Like nothing about her felt like it belonged to her.

It was a quiet ache she carried she knew not the shape of.

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Then one day, she felt the urge to reach out to the mirror. It felt like something was beckoning her.

She closes her eyes.

And opens them to…darkness?

She pushes open the coffin.

And finds herself surrounded by an unfamiliar sight. Blue fire engulfing everything. The clamor of voices - some panicked, some outraged, some relaxed.

And so her adventure in Twisted Wonderland begins~

Notes on Yuuri

While Yuuri begins as the embodiment of another person's wish - it doesn’t erase the fact that everything she experienced was real to her. Even if it was just a dream, she lived. Everything that comes afterwards- the friendships, the challenges, the laughter- they aere all real to her. And it’s through that, that becomes someone outside of the Moon Princess’s reflection.

The constant feeling of being "out of place" as she was growing up were both emotional struggles for her but also an indication of her someone else's dream brought to life.

One of my initial concept ideas played around with the Dark Mirror and so I used that as the main mechanism that summoned Yuuri into TWST rather than the dark carriage. It just feels like it fits better into this rewrite.

Through Books 1- early Book 3, she very much appears as a pushover. She’s grown up learning to change herself to make herself fit in and more palatable to others so it’s quite easy to push her around. It’s the events of Book 3 that pushes her to start to take off the mask and start to step up more.

Since she’s spent so much of her life maintain a polite distance and observing others, her observations can come across as dry and even sass . Normally she keeps this as an internal dialogue, but the NRC boys have been a terrible influence on her.

“It’s exhausting isn’t it? Having to pretend you’re someone else just to make others happy.” → is the main reason I feel like Yuuri goes out of her way to understand and get to know Jamil better. And then the JamiYuuri spirals from there ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ But my thought process into me is that their relationship during NRC is spent building up their relationship and it turns into a slowburn where neither of them are quite willing to say what's there when two emotionally constipated people meet each other until well. You don't realize how much you cherish something until its lost.

Notes from Ame

A large part of my desire to rewrite/add to Yuuri is wanting to more tangibly connect the folktale of Kaguyahime to her in some way. I made a post some months ago thinking about wanting to complement/contrast Yuuri in some way. And this was born from it. I've yet to hammer out the FULL relationship between Yuuri and the Moon Princess (open to ideas honestly!) but I'm glad I got to incorporate it in some way.

At the end of the day, everyone will eventually awaken from their dreams. Yuuri's existence hinges upon the Moon Princess sleeping, so what will happen when Moon Princess begins to stir? I'm still hammering that out too asdlkjsdlkf

Yes I have been told Yuuri is going to have the greatest crashout of her life learning about the true nature of what she is. Yes I would like to draw that lol Please check back in -looks at schedule- six business months 😭

Anyway, this isn't canon— it's just an interaction between Jade and my Yuu (and whatever is going on with them lol)