#/ damn he really came from a self-cannibalizing family didn't he

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死/// Headcanon.!!

✾ Domain Expansion: Hell Prism

Hell Prism is something the Shikabane more or less used against other people, namely their own family members, as a means of exerting power over them. Though, that wasn't what it started out as, its primary use meant to specifically obliterate curses (not really too different from any other DE). The Shikabane were exceedingly proud of it, those capable of using it finely honing it over the centuries until it steadily became what it is now, as Kaede wields it.

It's characterized by a surrealist, kaleidoscopic manifestation of a colloquial hell. The visuals are psychedellically haunting and seamlessly endless, a thousand vile, burning mirrors showing his targets the many ways he can kill them - and which one is real. It allows the user to effectively trap, torture, maim, and kill a target at their leisure within its bounds, while at the same time leeching their cursed energy and eating away and the body and soul. This may, at times, double-function as a psychological prison, given his ability to illusorily kill his target in an infinite number of ways to break them down psychologically, if he so chooses. As in, he can really kill you, or he can fuck with your head - you're not really going to know what's actually happening until you draw your last breath or his domain is broken.

The problem with Hell Prism, however, is that requires immense cursed energy to use it, more than Kaede readily possesses, so the use of Blood Sacrifice almost always precludes it (think of Blood Sacrifice as a trade of sorts; he offers any amount of his own blood or someone else's, containing cursed energy, in exchange for a sort of...overclocking; it's essentially a power-buff-at-cost-of-max-health). But once Hell Prism is cast, despite it's incredible strength, it has a few limitations. Such being that it can only take in an individual-small group of targets at a time, despite the push toward large-scale use by Kaede. The trade-offs are usually too high to justify using it too often, given that, whether Kaede uses his own blood or someone else's, a small piece of himself is sacrificed regardless, per his agreement with the inugami. Moreover, the 'cool down' time following his use of it? Bonkers. It used to be a few weeks to a month that he couldn't use it again - just too taxing on the body and soul - but he was able to whittle it down to a week. So he has to be extremely careful and choosy when he uses it, or risk losing his trump card for too fucking long. Perhaps someday, this bullshit 'cool down' time will be reduced even further, to maybe just a day between uses.

Although, he'll be in pretty big trouble if he uses it too frequently, since every use eats away at his soul like acid. Beyond that, though, he does go on to perform both large-scale uses of Hell Prism, managing to completely wipe both Inunaki Village and the Shikabane estate off the map (every curse he came across suffered dearly, tbh, especially the one that slaughtered the rest of his family).

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Can You Love Yet

Ch.2 What uses are you

Tom Riddle x Reader/OC

summery: After some light stocking by Rowan she figures out just how she can be useful to Tom so he has no choice but to help her in her endeavors.

Tom's & Rowan's friendship didn't last long after they arrived at Hogwarts. Tom had noticed quickly how the other students ostracized her, it didn't help that when walking around or in class she always looked like she was in a very unpleasant mood. Combined that with the confidence she excreted many saw her unapproachable but as soon as someone interacted with her it was as if switch turned on, her friendly & bright personality would finally show itself. It would however scare the person even more, just form how unexpected it was. Only fueling the rumors about her & her family.

"I heard the Grimm family are dark wizards & they use the bodies from their morgue as a part of their magic"

"They can talk to the dead, my uncle seen them do it"

"They're cannibals, that's why all the coffins at their funeral service's are empty"

"Legend says they're descendants of death him self"

Tom never really cared for rumors, most of the time they end up being complete fiction.

He's first year was almost over though he wished desperately that he could just stay at Hogwarts & never return to that damn orphanage. He had a knack for not only making first impressions but also charming those around him both students & staff alike. As for his classes he was flourishing, despite growing up knowing nothing about this world he was a part of, he was already doing better them most of his peers.

Most, not all.

The only one that did better then him was Rowan Grimm, it seem as if he could not escape her.

For Rowan her first year was as she expected, at least with not having any friends or someone to talk to so she just focus on her studies. Reading & experimenting with all different kinds of spells & potions a year above her once she had succeeded in perfecting what ever it was they were being taught. Even so she kept an eye on Tom Riddle, watching as he climbed the social ladder getting in good with everyone at the top. Explaining why he had stopped communicating with her not to long after they arrived but it wasn't as if Rowan was offended by this after all she was only going to use him for her own gain.

From what she could gather if he saw a use for you the more favorable your were in his eyes. Now all she needed to do was show that she valuable enough to where he would have no choice but to help her.

It wasn't until Christmas that she started to hear talk about how Mr. popular was was poor & an orphan, with no home to go back to. This only making him more loved by those who adored him, they'd talked about he had overcome adversity. It wasn't until she over heard a conversation Tom was having with one of their classmates in the Slytherin common room, a few weeks after they came back from break that she finally thought of something.

"Merlin! I already want to go back home, I didn't realize how much I missed my bed tell I went back." One of them complained giving a big sigh at the end.

Glancing over the book she was reading just in time to catch the glare Tom had given him. "Oh shut up & quite your complaining already." Insulted & annoyed was obvious in his voice, with those around him becoming tense at his words. "S-sorry Riddle I forgot." The same boy who made the comment had apologized with a nervous laugh. Tom looked off in the distance seeming to be in thought, with this look in his eyes that Rowan had not seen before.

'Could that be fear or uncertainty?'

Either way a plan finally popped in her head, almost making her laugh at the fact that she didn't come up with it sooner. Until then she would keep a closer eye on Tom Riddle as the school year came to a close. With the days & weeks ticking by talk of what everyone would do over the break increased, with that so did that look of uncertainty in Tom's eyes.

Honestly it was a miracle that Rowan stumbled upon Tom alone, staring out a window in an empty corridor. Being only two weeks away from summer break she would not expect to see him all alone, he rarely was. Coming up next to him staring out the window as well, she waited form him to initiate, it didn't take long.

"So you've finally decided to do more then just stalk me then." His voice cold & eye unbreaking from the window.

"& Here I thought I was being sneaky" with a little giggle & a half smile her eyes now looking at him as her head faced the window.

"Not in the slightest" Sighing as he closed his eyes & finally facing her, "out with it now." He commanded opening his eyes. Annoyed & bored.

"Well it's quite obvious that you don't want to back to the place you were before Hogwarts, if so I have a proposal for you, if your interested?" Eyebrows raised & a mischievous smile on her pale face. His curiosity had been peeked, not only with what her proposal was but with how exactly she knew that he didn't want to go back. "Continue" he demanded, an eyebrow raised & arms crossed.

"Well I offer you my home, at least when you so desire not to return to where you came from & in exchange you help me with a personal project of mine." Clam & collected with that smile never wavering.

"& What is this personal project of yours" leaning in closer, trying to intimidate to break her composure.

"A cure for my mother of course." Crystal clear eyes almost acting as mirrors beaming up at him but that mischievous smirk still remained, she reached out her hand for him to shake & expect her offer. Not wanting to return to the orphanage but also remember the rumors that her house also functioned as a funeral home, surround by graves. A silly rumor but the last thing he wanted to be reminded of was his own mortality.

"Isn't you house a funeral home as well" hesitation clear on his face.

Being taken aback by the fact that one of the rumors about her family finally made its way straight to her by Tom Riddle himself. She burst out laughing at that but quickly made her self stop. "Sorry, sorry it's just that that's the first time I've had someone confront me about one of the rumors, but no I don't live in a funeral home so there's no need to worry about that. So what do you say, do we have a deal?"

With that he felt some reassurance but he was still suspicious of her true intentions. With not wanting to enter that dreadful orphanage ever again & the curiosity of what Rowans true intentions are he shook her hand with a firm grip.

Leaning in close to her ear he whispered "you better not be tricking me in to something, Grimm." Malice dripping from his voice

"Wouldn't dream of it, Tom." Rowan in turn whispered in his ear teasingly.