So... I’m planning a crossover fanfic (and hopefully I actually finish it and don’t lose motivation, since this idea has been in my head for MONTHS) between Twisted Wonderland and another music-themed series. I already have almost all the songs I’m going to use (the overblot songs from TWST, and the ones from the original series that will complete the crossover; any other songs I might need later I can always ask you guys for).

Problem:

Both the main villain of the story and one of the characters (you’ll find out who later 👀) need a song that isn’t from either series AND that can combine into a new one if they’re put together.

And that’s where the problem comes in.

I have two options: Song of Healing and Song of Mortality/Song of Beginning (Lost Song), or Towagatari ~Kaze no Uta~ and Towagatari ~Hikari no Uta~/Towagatari ~El Ragna~ (Cross Ange). (The first song is for the character, the second is for the villain, and the third is the mix of both.)

At first, the Lost Song tracks were the ones I had chosen as their signature songs, since their lyrics talk about healing and destruction, which fits both characters perfectly, so it was basically decided…

Except then—somehow—I listened to El Ragna (if I remember right)… then I found the other two… and then I looked up their meanings…

Long story short, I fell into a rabbit hole and now I have NO idea which songs to use.

And honestly, since I don’t know that many songs, there are probably even MORE out there.

So I decided to make a poll so that if any TWST fans see this, they can listen to the songs and help me choose—or, if not, suggest more songs similar to these options. I’ll try to set the longest voting time possible so this actually works.

Bye 😊😊😊 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Hola! 

Entonces... estoy planeando un fanfic crossover (y haber si recuerdo terminarla o no pierdo la motivación, ya que la idea ya ha estado en mi cabeza dese MESES) entre Twisted Wonderland y otra serie con temática de música, y ya tengo casi todas las canciones que voy a ponerle (las canciones overblot por parte de TWST, y las que se presentan en la serie original que completara el crossover; cualquier otra canción que necesite en algún momento puedo pedírselas a ustedes). 

Problema: 

Tanto el villano principal de la historia, como uno de los personajes (descubrirán de quien se trata luego👀) necesitan una canción que no sea de ninguna de las dos series Y que si se juntan creen una nueva. 

Alli radica el problema. 

Tengo dos opciones: Song of Healing y Song of Mortality/Song of Beginning (Lost Song), o Towagatari ~Kaze no Uta~ y Towagatari ~Hikari no Uta~/Towagatari ~El Ragna~ (Cross Ange).

(La primera canción es para el personaje, la segunda es para el villano, y la tercera es la mezcla de ambas) 

Las canciones de lost song son lo que, en primera instancia, había elegido como sus respectivas canciones características, ya que sus respectivas letras hablan sobre sanar y destruir, lo que ciertamente son ambos personajes, y ya estaba decidido... 

Excepto que luego, no sé cómo sucedió, pero escuche (si no mal me acuerdo) El Ragna... y luego encontré las otras dos. Y luego encontré los significados de cada una... 

En resumen, entre en un agujero de gusano y ahora no tengo ni idea de que canción usar. 

Y lo más probable es que, como desconozco muchas otras, haya incluso MAS canciones. 

Así que decidí hacer una encuesta para que, si algún fan de twst vea esto, escuche las canciones y me ayude a elegir o, en caso contrario, me dé más canciones que sean como las opciones dadas. Intentare ponerle el tiempo más largo de votación que se pueda para que esto funcione. 

Adiós 😊😊😊

Daily meds: yep

Prn meds: off-limits

Sit in sunshine: snowing and 20 deg

Alcohol: off limits

Exercise: available!

Treats: Available, but of little appeal.

Sushi treat: off-limits

Sushi and cocktails: seriously. Off-limits.

But like what if it's well-sourced sushi: your favorite sushi place closed down for several weeks under mysterious circumstances, suggesting that they do not meet this criteria.

Japanese pregnant people do it: Japanese pregnant people do not live in Trump's America, and if you lose this pregnancy to Listeria you will never forgive yourself.

The sun was beating down on the Los Angeles Hellaverse studios, but inside the recording booth, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the echoes of "British Gentlemanly Cool." Jeremy Irons and Michael Caine were taking a break, leaning against the console with the poised grace of veteran monarchs.

Then, Eddie Murphy walked in.

"I know that look," Eddie shouted, pointing a finger at the two legends before they could even say hello. "That’s the 'I’ve been a good boy for the cameras' look. You two are the biggest sleeper horndogs in the industry!"

The room of younger voice actors went dead silent. Jeremy adjusted his scarf, his expression a mask of Shakespearean confusion. "Edward, really. We are simply discussing the nuances of the Ars Goetia script."

"Nuances? Man, please!" Eddie turned to the crowd of wide-eyed actors. "I’ve known these two since the Disney days in the 90s. Everyone thinks they’re the 'Coffee Book Club'—all quiet and sophisticated. But you let Sinead or Shakira walk into this building? It’s over. They vanish. Usually into the most soundproof room available."

Michael Caine let out a dry, gravelly chuckle. "Now, Eddie, a gentleman never tells."

"A gentleman doesn't have to tell when he’s using a secret weapon!" Eddie cackled, leaning into the mic. "I heard from the 'Princess Brigade'—Sarah and Liz were talking. Michael, tell the truth. You use the Finn McMissile voice on Shakira, don't you? 'Fully loaded, darling.'"

Michael turned a shade of pink that matched a Schiaparelli sunset. "It... it provides a certain cinematic flair to the domestic sphere."

"And Jeremy!" Eddie turned, relentless. "Don't think I don't know you go full Scar on Sinead. 'Long live the King,' right in her ear? You guys aren't just actors; you're audio-visual pheromones!"

Jeremy tried to maintain his icy Crocell-esque stare, but a smirk broke through. "It is a versatile voice, Edward. It would be a waste not to utilize it for personal... enrichment."

The studio erupted. The younger actors began whispering about how the "Sleeper Horndogs" had just been officially outed by the King of the Roasting Band.

"They act like they're in a library," Eddie told the group as he headed for the door, "but behind those soundproof doors? They’re playing the lead in a movie that would make Stolas blush. Keep an eye on 'em!"

As Eddie left, Michael leaned over to Jeremy. "Well," Michael whispered in his best 007-spy tone, "at least he didn't mention the time in the 90s with the 'Peanut Gallery' and the popcorn."

Jeremy chuckled, his voice dropping into that smooth, dangerous Scar register. "Indeed, Michael. Be prepared... for the gossip tonight."

On the Cars 2 event

Eddie leaned forward, dropping his voice to a perfect Michael Caine impression: “‘Oh, Shakira, my darling... I’ve got a few gadgets under my bonnet you haven't seen yet... why don't we see how fast this Aston Martin can really go?’ It was the most scandalously naughty thing I’ve ever heard! The man is a sleeper horndog!”

“No way!” Erika Henningsen gasped.

“Way!” Eddie shouted. “Owen recorded the whole thing and sent it to the surviving members of the Roasting Band. David Spade nearly choked on his latte. Robin Williams, God rest him, called me five minutes later doing an impression of the soundproof foam panels screaming for mercy.”

Eddie shook his head, laughing. “And while all that was going on, you had the ‘Princess Brigade’—Sarah Brightman, Judy Kuhn, and Lea Salonga—in the hallway gossiping about how Jeremy Irons does the exact same thing with Sinéad Cusack. Apparently, the ‘Coffee Book Club’ guys like Keith David and James Earl Jones just pretend not to hear it, but we all know. The Schiaparelli royalty might have demon magic, but the Disney legends have the soundproof rooms. And trust me, the rooms always have stories to tell.”

The Soundproof Secret: A Cars 2 Recording Session

Location: Walt Disney Studios - Recording Booth B

The hum of the Disney sound stage was a familiar backdrop to the usual hustle, but the day Shakira Caine arrived, the atmosphere got an instant jolt of transatlantic glamour. It was Los Angeles Fashion Week prep, and Mrs. Caine had flown in from London, stepping onto the lot not just as the wife of a British screen legend, but as a former beauty queen and professional fashionista.

Michael Caine, usually the epitome of gentlemanly cool—even when voicing Finn McMissile in the next soundproof room over—was already a little distracted. The 'Roasting Band,' a self-appointed council of jocular observers featuring Eddie Murphy, Owen Wilson, and Larry the Cable Guy, noticed immediately.

Shakira swept in, a vision in a figure-flattering dark purple silk dress that seemed to catch the studio lighting just so. Indian gold jewelry adorned her, a subtle, elegant chime accompanying her stride.

"Blimey," Eddie whispered to Owen and Larry, his eyes wide with mock reverence as Michael Caine’s face instantly softened from its usual stoic grace. "Look at the smooth operator go."

Michael, ever the pro, managed a suave nod to his colleagues before expertly guiding Shakira by the elbow, a silent communication passing between the two that spoke volumes of private affection.

"He's taking her to the 'private' soundproof rooms," Larry the Cable Guy drawled in his signature twang, a mischievous glint in his eye. "The man’s got a system."

As the heavy soundproof door clicked shut, leaving the hallway to its own devices, a conspiratorial silence fell over the Roasting Band. Eddie egged them on.

"I bet you five bucks he's already in 'sleeper horndog' mode."

Owen Wilson, ever the laid-back schemer, grinned. "Wow. I gotta hear this. For posterity." He pulled out his phone and hit record, the three of them pressing their ears carefully against the thick door.

Inside the room, the second the door sealed them off from the world, the sophisticated British actor vanished completely. Shakira laughed softly as Michael backed her against the wall, his hands finding the small of her back.

"Well hello, Mrs. Caine," he purred, his voice dropping into the familiar, gravelly cadence of his Cars character, Finn McMissile [1]. "It appears we have a little unscheduled pit stop."

Shakira giggled, the sound rich and low. "Oh, Finn. Are we going to solve a mystery?"

"The only mystery I'm concerned with right now is how quickly I can get this rather stunning piece of purple silk off you," he replied, his voice laced with the kind of smooth, international-spy suave that made Owen Wilson blush through the door. "Goodness me, Shakira. You wear that color and I just... I lose all my marbles." [1]

"Do you now?" she teased.

"I do. I'm compromised, love. Utterly compromised," Michael whispered loudly enough for the mic inside the booth to theoretically pick up, let alone Owen’s phone pressed to the door. "That flight was long enough. Now, be a good girl and let Daddy take care of you."

The studio drama continued outside the soundproof booth, while inside, Michael Caine, in the most scandalously naughty 'Finn' voice possible, helped his wife 'investigate' the aerodynamics of her gorgeous purple dress [1]. The soundproof room was living up to its name, protecting their dignity while simultaneously fueling the legend of the quiet, refined British gentleman who turned into a 'sleeper horndog' the moment his beautiful wife wore dark purple silk.

Owen hit 'stop' on his recording, his hand shaking slightly with suppressed laughter. The three men retreated from the door, tears streaming down their faces.

"He called her a 'valuable asset'," Eddie wheezed. "The man’s smooth as silk."

"Git-R-Done!" Larry whispered, barely able to stand up straight.

Owen immediately opened his contacts. The surviving members of the 'Roasting Band' and the 'Coffee Book Club' needed this intel immediately. Jeremy Irons and Keith David were about to get the shock of their lives.

That evening, the text messages and the illicit audio file circulated like wildfire through the Disney inner circle. Jeremy Irons and Sinead Cusack simply sent back a single, knowing emoji of approval. The legend of Michael Caine the 'sleeper horndog' was officially cemented in Disney studio lore, all thanks to a stunning purple dress and a temporary lapse in soundproofing.

( In case you are wondering, yes I can see Finn doing smth like that with Valerie Shiftwell! )

The sun was barely up over the Disney backlot, but the "Roasting Band" was already in high gear, huddled in the back of a dimly lit breakroom. Owen Wilson and Larry the Cable Guy were clutching a smartphone like it held the secrets to the Holy Grail, while Eddie Murphy leaned in, a devious grin spreading across his face.

"I’m telling you," Owen whispered, his voice cracking with suppressed laughter, "we didn’t just hear Alfred Pennyworth. We heard the real Michael Caine."

"Git-R-Done, Michael!" Larry wheezed, slapping his knee. "I ain't never heard a British accent do that to a man's ears."

Eddie grabbed the phone. "Play it again. I need to hear the exact moment Sir Michael Caine—the epitome of 'British Gentlemanly Cool'—loses his bloody mind."

The recording hissed to life. The muffled, soundproof walls of the studio hadn't been quite enough to dampen the velvet-gravel tones of Caine’s "Finn McMissile" persona. “Oh, Shakira, my darling,” the recording boomed with scandalous, elegant precision, “you’ve got me feeling more like a getaway driver than a spy... and I intend to break every speed limit in this room.”

The breakroom exploded. David Spade nearly choked on his latte, while Steve Harvey doubled over, clutching his suit jacket.

"HE CALLED HER HIS 'TURBO-CHARGED QUEEN'!" Steve shouted, gasping for air. "That man is a sleeper horndog! Jeremy Irons was right! They act all sophisticated with their Shakespeare and their tea, and then they get behind a soundproof door and turn into 1970s rockstars!"

Chris Tucker was high-stepping across the floor. "And he did it in the Finn voice! He stayed in character! 'I have a license to thrill, Shakira!' HEE-HEE!"

Just then, Rob Paulsen and Jess Harnell wandered in, followed by Parrish Todd, who was already framing a shot of the chaos for her gossip archives.

"What are we roasting today, boys?" Jess asked, leaning against the vending machine.

"Michael Caine," Eddie gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. "Owen caught him in the soundproof room with Shakira. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard in a Cockney accent. It makes Get Carter look like a G-rated Pixar movie."

"Wait, wait," David Spade interjected, pointing at the door. "Look at the hallway."

The group silenced themselves as Michael Caine walked past the glass window, looking impeccably sharp in a tailored blazer, nodding politely to a passing animator. He looked like the most dignified man on the planet.

Seconds later, Jeremy Irons joined him, whispering something about a script. The two "British Gentlemen" shared a knowing, sophisticated smirk—completely unaware that the Roasting Band had the digital evidence of their "sleeper horndog" status.

"Look at 'em," Eddie whispered, the phone still in his hand. "Acting like they don't know what a soundproof room is for. I’m sending this to James Woods and Keith David right now. If the 'Coffee Book Club' hears this, they’re gonna have to rename it the 'Steam Book Club'."

"I'm sending it to the Princess Brigade too," Parrish smirked, her camera shutter clicking. "Sarah Brightman and Sinead Cusack need to know what their peers are up to when the mics are supposedly off."

As the group broke into a fresh round of howling laughter, Owen Wilson just shook his head, a classic "Wow" escaping his lips. "I’ll never be able to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol the same way again."

The Group Chat: "The Midnight Library" ☕️📚

James Earl Jones: I have just listened to the audio file Owen sent. Michael... I haven’t heard that much passion since I played Mufasa, but with significantly more "adult" themes.

Tony Jay: (Typing in a voice that sounds like velvet and brimstone) My dear Michael, your performance as Finn McMissile was meant to be a masterclass in espionage, not a manual for the bedroom. The acoustics in Disney's Room 4B are surprisingly sensitive.

Jeremy Irons: I’ve just finished the recording. Michael, darling, I thought I was the one Sinead had to keep on a leash. But the way you described that silk dress to Shakira? Masterful. Truly.

Keith David: Michael, man, I’ve got friends in the Underworld who don't talk that dirty. "Sleeper horndog" is the understatement of the century. You’re a legend.

Michael Caine: I hate you all. I really do. I’m an Oscar winner, not a podcast. Owen Wilson is a blonde menace and I shall be having words with his agent.

The Group Chat: "Gossip Queens"

Shakira posted a photo of a stunning haute couture dress. Maybe I'll wear this to the Schiaparelli gala next week.

Bette Midler: [Link to the scandalous audio file] Wear this instead. The outfit for a "sleeper horndog" rendezvous.

Shakira: 🙄

Sarah Brightman: Oh my god, Michael's Finn voice. The sheer audacity. I nearly drove off the road listening to that in my car.

Sinead Cusack: Right? I nearly dropped my teacup. Jeremy’s reaction via text was just, "Well, the man is a legend."

Parrish Todd: I need to find the right filter for the "Michael Caine is Naughty" photo album. Maybe a soft-focus sepia?

Shakira: I will end you all.

Judy Kuhn: My favorite part was the word "scandalously." Who even talks like that? Michael Caine does, apparently, when he thinks no one is listening!

Lea Salonga: And the smoothness! The transition from British gentleman to that voice and the naughty things. It was a masterclass in duality.

Shakira: I blame Eddie Murphy. And Owen Wilson is a menace.

Liz Callaway: A menace we are all grateful for! Come on, Shakira, give us the deets. You and Michael in a soundproof room, and he starts narrating an R-rated Cars sequel? It’s too good.

Shakira: It was private!

Cathy Jennings: Nothing is private in Hollywood, darling. My husband is still laughing. Patrick said, "I knew Caine was a stand-up guy, but that takes commitment."

Shakira: Shakira has left the chat.

Sarah: She’ll be back in five minutes. She loves us.

Years later.....

With a dramatic flourish, Eddie hit 'Play.'

The high-fidelity speakers crackled. At first, it was the smooth, unmistakable baritone of Sir Michael Caine, using his sleek Finn McMissile cadence. But he wasn’t talking about spy gadgets. He was talking to his wife, Shakira Baksh.

"...and when we get back to the hotel, my darling, I’m going to show you exactly why they call me a 'sleeper horndog.' I’ve got a '008 routine that would make James Bond blush..."

The recording continued into a series of scandalous, elegant, and linguistically complex flirtations that sounded like a mix between a Renaissance poem and a restricted-section fanfic.

Brandon Rogers was the first to break the silence, dropping his jaw. "I... I feel like I just walked in on my grandparents, but my grandparents are somehow cooler and filthier than me. Is he—did he just reference a soundproof room as a 'chamber of sonic sin'?"

"He sounds so composed while saying things that would get Angel Dust cancelled," Blake Roman whispered, clutching his chest. "It’s the British accent. It makes the absolute filth sound like a Michelin-star menu."

"See?" Eddie cackled, pausing the recording. "That’s the Disney Studio DNA right there. While Stolas and his siblings' voice actors are trying to figure out how to be horny owls, the OGs like Caine and Jeremy Irons were doing it in the 80s while wearing Armani and Burberry haute couture. They’re the blueprint!"

Vivienne Medrano leaned back, shaking her head in disbelief. "This explains so much about why he’s playing Dante Alighieri. He’s not acting the passion; he’s just channeling his Tuesday afternoons with Shakira."

"Don't even get me started on Jeremy Irons," Eddie added, pocketing the phone as the 'Princess Brigade' (Sarah Brightman and Lea Salonga) walked past the door, looking effortlessly fabulous. "If Owen ever gets a recording of Jeremy and Sinead in the booth, the internet will literally melt. The Goetia family drama isn't just on the script, kids—it’s in the bloodline of the legends."

Brandon looked at his script, then back at Eddie. "Can we get Michael to record my voicemail? But, like, specifically in the 'Finn McMissile' voice telling me I've been a 'naughty little spy'?"

"Get in line, kid," Eddie laughed. "The 'Roasting Band' has been using that audio as a ringtone since 2011."