#4's wrath is not to be messed with

[fandomandangstlover]

guilty perfectionist au four, shaking three: ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB. THATS THE AVATAR THAT YOU ARE TRYING TO *MURDER* IF HE DIES WE ALL GO DOWN WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHAKES GUARDIAN PARTNER WITH BOTH ANGER & HOLY-SHIT-WE-COULD'VE-DIED!!

[aethon-recs]

40 Tomarrymort Recs for 2024 — Longfic Edition (Part 3)

Part 3 of 2024 recs! See below for a round-up of some of the most engaging multi-chaptered works/longfics that I came across in this ship in 2024 🤍

As with last year, I found each of these fics, in their depiction of the ship, to be a fresh or surprising take on our familiar beloved characters of Harry and Tom|Voldemort, with an emphasis on underrated fics and/or fics that made me think about the ship in some new way. It's amazing to me that even after 20+ years of writing in this ship, there are still so many new themes and tropes and angles to explore. 

Criteria for this list: multi-chaptered, Tomarrymort-centric, with at least 1 update published in 2024. 

Overall, for 2024, I've split up my year-end recs into 3 parts: (1) Completed Multi-Chapter Fics, (2) One-Shots, (3) WIPs. Here’s the link back to Part 1: Completed Multi-Chapter Fics with 30 fics and Part 2: One-Shots with 30 fics. And with these 40 fics, this wraps up 100 recs for Tomarrymort for 2024!

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a cool drink of water by @zolpidem105 (E, 10k, WIP)

Harry Potter, an apprentice at Police Scotland, wakes up to find he’s not in his bed.  "Awake? Excellent. We should get going," Tim?—Tom—says from the side, sounding far, far too alert for what Harry feels is catastrophically early in the morning.

A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight (E, 70k, WIP)

Harry can't sleep because of his neighbours' constant fighting, and he ends up falling asleep at work. Tom Riddle, CEO, is not particularly happy.

Accidents happen by @themothatyourdoor (T, 51k, WIP)

Harry must have been London's first accidental sugar daddy.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 114k, WIP)

When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 30k, WIP)

Tom expects to feel victorious at his greatest enemy's confession. Instead, he develops a crush on him.

Auror Potter by @albondiguilla007 (E, 21k, WIP)

Harry Potter is done. He's been in the past for months now, working undercover. Enter Tom Riddle. Impulse control has never been a strong suit of Harry’s, and this mission is proving to be the most difficult one yet.

By Any Means by @corpium (E, 101k, WIP)

Harry Potter will do anything to protect his little brother, whether that means facing the Dursleys' wrath, dogging his brother's footsteps, or taking down the Dark Lord himself. Absolutely anything.

Crush by @chiocchi (T, 4 chapters, WIP)

Tom Riddle doesn't know what it's like to have a crush. So when his heart starts beating fast every time he sees Harry Potter, it can only mean one thing: His instincts are telling him that Harry Potter is a threat that must be eliminated.

Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3 (T, 57k, WIP)

Harry wakes up on the morning of his eleventh birthday, ready to do things differently this time. He has no grand plans, just the instinct to be close to the man whose soul he shares.

draw me after you (let us run) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 287k, WIP)

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. “It seems I have finally caught you.” 

Echoes by @dracomort (M, 4k, WIP)

Across a thousand worlds, Harry and Tom find each other.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 112k, WIP)

This is Tom’s destiny, a King among men. No—a god. He need only rise to that which is his for the taking… if only one strange boy weren’t so determined to get in his way.

Hole in the Wall by @elddrmot (E, 77k, WIP)

Voldemort survives the final battle and is imprisoned in Azkaban. After a series of unfortunate events, Harry Potter ends up in the cell next to him.

Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (M, 90k, WIP)

Harry Potter is a time-travelling, furious mess, and he is going to kill the Dark Lord. Like most of his plans, things do not work out. Tom should not be so obsessed with his would-be murderer.

Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis (E, 595k, WIP)

When Harry Potter cast his first Cruciatus Curse, he was successful. In doing so, he awoke the darkness in his head. It whispers, and it's never wrong. The darkness is hungry, and won’t be denied.

Moon Rite by @isalisewrites (E, 15k, WIP)

Voldemort learned the truth: Harry was his horcrux. With a sudden offer of a ceasefire, the decades long war could be over - lives saved and protected - if Harry swore to one agreement: a magically binding marriage contract with Voldemort himself.

No Glory by @obsidianpen (E, 313k, WIP)

The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.

Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men by @ambivalens999 (E, 166k, WIP)

When Harry succumbs to dementors in Little Whinging, the last thing he expects is to wake and find Tom Riddle’s face staring back at him in the mirror. It only goes downhill from there.

of various storms and saints by MaidenMotherCrone (E, 36k, WIP)

“I am the last Lector. I am my people’s very last hope,” Harry bites out through the teeth of his fury. He is done throwing curses and spells. He is reduced to this, divine rage.  And then, Voldemort is there, looming and dark and great and terrible. “And I will stamp it out.”

One Year In Every Ten by @saintsenara (E, 207k, WIP)

A decade after the final battle, just when the wizarding world thinks itself safe, a serial killer emerges, leaving a trail of dead women in his wake. Each of the bodies bears a gruesome message for the Aurors. A message which claims the Dark Lord has risen again.

Reckless Cartography by @meles-merrivale (M, 39k, WIP)

Featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together and slowly ruining each other’s lives.

Revolution of Configured Stars by @tollingreminiscentbells (E, 162k, WIP)

In another world, Harry Potter was spared. Raised in Lord Voldemort's Britain, he enters his seventh year wanting to keep his head down. But after a chance encounter with ‘Marvolo Gaunt’, it looks like it may not be so simple.

Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear (E, 70k, WIP)

The moment Harry is struck by the killing curse, it’s not death that awaits him, but ascension. A story of faith, obsession, and the burden of divinity.

Seaforth by @kippipies (M, 10k, WIP)

For as long as he can remember, Harry's had a normal life, looking after a precocious child named Tom on an isolated island. But everything in his normal life is shattered when he finds out a terrible truth: that a powerful leader called Voldemort is after him.

Seeing Sand by @valkyrie-chemist (T, 95k, WIP)

Anticipation bubbled in Tom’s stomach as he imagined fear and shock Harry’s green eyes. Eyes that snapped open the instant Tom's hand touched the frame of the hospital bed. Eyes that burned gold.

some like it hot by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

When Tom Riddle applies for an internship at the Ministry of Magic, he is assigned to the Department of Magical Fire Control and Containment, a department that boasts a very impressive headcount of one: Harry Potter.

Strings of Fate by @solelyseeking (E, 58k, WIP)

“When I touch you,” Tom says, bitterness clinging to every syllable, “I feel whole.” Harry might just be the first interesting thing that Tom has ever encountered.

Stygian by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 71k, WIP)

There's a book in Voldemort's private library that can explain this kind of magic. The cover is black and shiny and looks like it's breathing. Harry really wants to take a look at chapter three, no matter what it takes.

Tender Reigns Our Night by noumena (M, 103k, WIP)

Sent on a Ministry mission to fight for magic's survival, Harry goes back in time with two simple objectives: find and destroy any existing Horcruxes, and stop Tom Riddle ever evolving into Voldemort. Harry thus finds himself working alongside Riddle at Borgin and Burke's.

The Longing by @aglassroseneverfades (M, 41k, WIP)

What is possibly most damning of all is that Harry is not thinking of his parents right now as he trudges alongside his companions up to Voldemort’s eerie castle. He is thinking instead, as he often does, of a name that burns too brightly on his wrist in the pre-dawn light.

The Runemaster by @kazisstillawake (E, 43k, WIP)

Harry trips on a rock and leaps through time. 1940s Hogwarts is very different from the home he is familiar with. To make matters worse, he is dumped into Slytherin – Riddle’s territory. But it’s hard to be invisible when you’re a novelty, a new student that knows too much for your own good.

the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3 (E, 47k, WIP)

Harry is sent through time to the relative safety of 1963 and adopted into the Potter family. Now he’s entering his sixth year at Hogwarts in 1976, with a war brewing just outside the school walls. The last thing he needs is to catch the attention of the rising Dark Lord.

The Unintentional Consequences of Prison Reform by @badluck (E, 28k, WIP)

Harry Potter, newly licensed Mind Healer, puts personal history aside to take on his hardest job yet. “Talk to me, please. Give me a chance to make you better.” Lord Voldemort looks downright murderous.

The Word of Your Body by @ictyn (E, 7k, WIP)

“Have you heard from him?” Albus asks. He only means one person when he asks Harry this question. He’s asked it five times in twenty years, and the answer is always the same. The only thing he knows about Tom is that he’s not dead. Harry would know if that happened. He’d feel it beating inside his heart, inside of his very soul.

Timeless by @perhaps-sunlight (E, 3k, WIP)

In which Master of Death Harry Potter time travels to the 1940s, only fixing Tom Riddle isn’t quite what he had in mind.

To the Hilt by @izharmilgram (E, 28k, WIP)

Voldemort had trusted him with the task of bringing Prince Gryffindor under his control, thus securing the future of Gryffindor within their hands. Tom would do so easily—the prince was a mere omega, docile and sweet, easily swayed—and then Gryffindor Kingdom would be folded into the Slytherin Dynasty. He would prove himself undoubtedly useful, and Voldemort would finally let him rule at his side.

Venom or Valor by @lightningant (M, 52k, WIP)

20 years old and unemployed, Harry decides to use a time turner to travel to 1946. But what he finds isn’t the proud, charismatic Dark-Lord-To-Be, but a neurotic 19-year-old Tom Riddle living quietly in the tiny flat that his retail job barely pays for, isolated and addled by chronic illness.

we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee (M, 68k, WIP)

Seer Harry who tries to write his own future, fuck prophesies and mastermind darklords and evil teachers. He will live his life, and he will enjoy it, dammit. Oh, and there's also Tom Riddle.

What In Me Is Dark, Illumine by @telelli-writes (M, 80k, WIP)

There was a new transfer student, Tom observed at the Start-of-Term Feast as he idly twisted the Gaunt ring around his finger. Featuring a schoolboy on the precipice of becoming a monster, a powerful and mysterious newcomer to Hogwarts, and an initial spark of interest that becomes an obsession.

With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally (M, 243k, WIP)

Triwizard Tournament, but Hunger Games: Tom Riddle needs to win to fulfill his plans. Cedric Diggory wants to make his family proud. Hermione wants her friends to survive. Harry wants a lot of things, including Tom Riddle. 

you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria (M, 64k, WIP)

When Harry wakes a seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle from the Gaunt's Ring, it is to a world where his future self has achieved none of their goals except one. Harry is proof that he's a great wizard after all.

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[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

snakes and octopi give the best snuggles

Word count: 2,727 (wow, satisfying!)

Warnings: nightmares, brief descriptions of violence and gore, brief descriptions of kidnapping, spoilers for the movie Martyrs (2008), cursing, could be interpreted as u!Patton but he's more just young and foolish

Relationships: dark side family, focus on platonic anxceit and platonic dukexiety, no romantic ships

Characters: Virgil, Janus, Remus, Orange Side, Roman (mentioned), Patton (mentioned), c!Thomas (mentioned), Logan (mentioned)

The first Sanders Sides fanfiction I've finished writing in nearly 4 years!!! Woohoo!

Note: part of this is inspired by the beginning of Alice In Wonderland (2010)

“I really don't see why that's such a big deal.”

A snake crossed his arms from where he leaned against the counter. A hot-blooded short fuse paced across the living room carpet.

“You should be able to! He thinks he's so high and mighty, trying to take as much creative control as he can for himself! It's absurd!”

“On the other hand, giving too much control to You-Know-Who could be disastrous.”

“Good! Maybe those three need a wake up call, Janus! They get to sit on their fucking diamond-encrusted thrones all day while we rot in this putrid basement!”

Janus stood up straight, letting his muscles tighten slightly, “my job is Self Preservation, and the best way to keep our Centre’s mental health at its prime right now is to let them walk all over us.”

The other side narrowed his eyes, “and what's that going to do in the long run, huh? Make their high horses’ legs even longer?” he stomped over to the deceitful side, poking his chest, ”shove their heads even higher up their own asses?!”

“What it'll do in the long run,” Janus clenched his fist, “is for us to begin influencing Thomas when he's at a less busy stage in his life. Intrusive thoughts and dark creativity aren't good for adulting, Wrath. Be reasonable.”

“I'll show you how to be reasonable-”

“Guys?”

Orange and Yellow both shrieked at the small voice, whipping around to see Gray looking at them through the bannister, blanket pulled around his shoulders and his hair a mess.

“God, we need some sort of alarm for when you pop up…”

Janus glared at Wrath and turned to look at the youngest side, his expression softening.

“Another nightmare?”

Anxiety nodded.

“Come on then,” Janus took the boy's hand and led him back up the stairs, but only after calling a quick “you're burning up!” over his shoulder, and Wrath immediately ran to get himself some ice water.

Janus sat at the boy’s bedside, silently watching as he pulled the covers up to just under his eyes and laid back to rest his head on the pillow.

“Come on then,” he reached onto the floor and grabbed Anxiety’s favourite bat plushie, passing it to him, “tell me what happened.”

The small side hugged the toy as tight as his little arms would let him as he began to recall the events of his night terror.

“I-I was on a stage, in front of millions of people… we were performing some sort of comedy.”

“We?” Janus chimed in, “who else was there?”

Anxiety paused for a second and grimaced as he focussed on the memory, “well there's Thomas, a-and… the light sides.”

Deceit made a rumbling sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat, hand gripping the bed sheets.

“And… they hate me,” he pressed the bat plushie to his face, “s-so much. They say I'm bad, a pest mist.”

“Pessimist,” Janus gently corrected, though his thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

“Yeah, that… and…” Anxiety’s trembles grew, “and…”

Janus shushed him softly, “hey, hey,” he opened up his arms, an invitation, “it's alright, spiderling. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”

The child shook his head and crawled into the hug, breathing out as strong yet gentle arms enveloped him.

“No, no, I-... I wanna.”

The elder side nodded.

“I, um, so I tried to fix the problem by quitting the show, throwing in the towel, all of that…”

“Yeah?”

“But t-that made them even more mad. They chased after me, broke into my room,” Anxiety tightened his grip on Janus’ shirt as more tears welled up in his eyes, “they took me away from you, and w-wouldn’t let me see you ever again!”

Janus swallowed.

“Impossible,” he whispered, “they would never be able to keep us away from you, my dear. We'd tear down every wall in the Mind Palace to get you back.”

The child went still, his breath catching in his throat.

“Virgil?”

Silence.

“I know you’re awake, sootywing.”

“You’re gonna be mad…”

“You don't have to hide anything from me, honey. It's just a dream.”

“W-well…” he swallowed, “in the dream y-you did try to get me back at first. But then…” fresh tears messed up his eyeshadow even more, “then you said that things were better here without me, that- that-”

Janus stopped resisting his urges, allowing his other 2 pairs of arms to wrap around the small side.

“Never,” he hissed fiercely, rubbing Virgil's back and holding his face in his hand, “you could never make things worse, my little raccoon.”

“They said the opposite,” the other whispered, voice still shaking but less so now that he was in one of Janus’ super-special-super-rare hugs, “that I just make Thomas's days worse, that I'm a burden on him that needs to be controlled, that-”

“-is absolutely not true,” Janus finished for him.

“Is it though?”

Janus frowned.

“I-in the dream,” Virgil continued, “after you guys left me with them for a while, I s-started to get used to being with them a-and eventually,” he hiccuped, voice thick with guilt, “I was happy with them.”

“Sweetheart…”

“I'm sorry!” Anxiety sobbed into his chest, “I don't know why it happened, I-”

Janus laid Virgil back into his bed, tucking him in with his bat plushie and gently wiping away his tears.

“That was just Stockholm Syndrome, honey.”

Virgil tilted his head to the side in confusion, and Janus melted a little at the pure objective cuteness of the small action. This kid wasn't just his spiderling, his black kitten, his baby bat, his raven, the Dark Mindscape’s little hidden butterfly, their raccoon… he was now his little black lab puppy too.

“It's when a hostage sympathises with their captor,” Janus explained, “It happens often. And remember, this was all a dream, it doesn't mean you would actually feel that way if it happened.”

The kid nodded and took a few deep breaths, blinking slowly before looking back up at the older side.

“D-do you think I'm bad?”

“Oh, darling,” Janus leaned down to press a kiss to his kid’s forehead, “we're all bad here.”

Virgil leaned up to trace his little fingers along Janus’ scales, and Janus gently took his hand in his own and kissed it too. Virgil smiled a little at that, and the sight was enough to fill Janus’ heart with joy for weeks.

“Well,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled away, “that's what Morality thinks.”

“What was he like? Before the split?” Virgil heard him anyway. Janus forgot the kid had near-superhuman hearing.

Janus leaned back and thought for a moment, “at one point, we were very close. Back before he decided that lying is never good,” he frowned slightly, “we used to… bake cookies together, things like that.”

“Could we do that?” Virgil piped up, “bake cookies? It sounds fun.”

The yellow one smiled, “of course, hun. Just make sure Duke doesn't try to put glass shards in the batter.”

“Or Wrath with the hottest hot sauce?”

“Yes, that too.”

Janus looked around the room absentmindedly, eyes eventually locking onto the terrarium containing his baby’s baby tarantula.

“You know, if those light sides are ever mean to you, you could start feeding Charlotte fatter worms.”

“Why?”

“Because. She'll get bigger, and bigger, until one day she looks like Shelob…”

The snake side leaned down so that his face was inches from Virgil's, and smirked.

“...and you can set her after them to gobble them up!” Janus scuttled the fingers of all six of his hands along the boy’s sides, mimicking the movement of a spider’s legs, making the child shriek with laughter.

“Hahahahaha! Stop! S-stop! Janus!” He gasped out between giggles.

Janus eventually let him go (though only after having thoroughly enjoyed the angelic sound of his kid’s unbridled laughter) and sat back up, looking down at the little jumping spider with a smile he would never let anyone else see.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, “thanks, J.”

“It's my pleasure,” he murmured, reaching out to cup Virgil's face for a moment, green and purple eyes meeting yellow and brown ones, before standing up and walking towards the door.

Right as he opened it, Virgil called out to him again.

“Janus?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He melted even further at that.

“And I you,” Janus breathed out, voice and face full of fondness, “more than you'll ever know.”

Virgil's eyes shone along with his smile, and Janus took in the sight for a moment before switching off the light.

“Try and get some more sleep, hopefully with dreams full of fluffy spiders.”

“Night, Jan.”

He shut the door gently.

As his door shut, Virgil's room was cut off from the light in the hallway and plunged into pitch darkness. While he didn't mind this at all, he wasn't the slightest bit tired anymore, and it was hard to read books in the dark.

He reached behind his pillow and grabbed his trusty flashlight, fiddling around in the darkness until he found the ‘on’ button.

When he finally turned it on, the first thing he saw was a mad face inches from his own.

“Hey Virgie.”

Said side immediately screeched and whacked the intruder on the head with the torch, already hyperventilating.

“Remus, oh my God!” he shrieked, “I thought you left here when I fell asleep last night!”

Having already recovered from the blow, the Duke sat up and shook his head, specks of blood splattering on the bed sheets and walls.

“Nope! I've been here all night pretty much!”

“What? Where?!”

“Well,” he suddenly turned shy, ”you know how you've been having problems with that monster under your bed?”

“Of course,” Virgil groaned.

“I know, I know, but listen to this! There's a portal under your bed that leads to my room!”

“You can come in here when my door is locked?! When I don't want you to?!”

“Well, not anymore. Now that you know it's there you can lock it whenever.”

“Oh,” Anxiety breathed out and nodded, “that's okay I guess.”

“So!” Remus started, “while you were asleep I portaled to my room to get some stuff and…”

The Duke reached behind his back and pulled out a DVD case, shoving it right in Virgil's face.

Virgil read the title on the front of the case and gasped, “Martyrs? Remus-”

“I know! I was able to get a copy dubbed in English too! The movie just came out so I think it's a great find!”

“But-”

“And, like, Virgie, I know you can speak French for some reason and all but frankly the language sucks and I want to focus on the gore instead of the subtitles.”

“Remus, it's an 18+ movie!”

“Yeah!” He grinned manically, “you're 8, I'm a teen, and there's a plus because it's premium, just for us! Come on, let's watch it! I know you're wide awake after that nightmare.”

“Oh!” Virgil bellowed, “so you were here when that happened and you did nothing! Great! Thanks! You're such a good big brother!”

“I didn't wanna make it worse!”

“And why would that happen?”

“You were sleep-talking.”

“...Oh.”

“Mhm.”

There was a moment of tense silence.

“Any-fuckin’-way,” Remus hopped up from the bed and turned on the TV on Virgil's dresser, “Martyrs time!”

They were both sitting on the floor, Remus hugging Virgil from behind with his chin resting on his head.

“Jan and Wrath were talking about you when I went down.”

*Really?” Remus mumbled as he continued to stare at the screen, watching in awe and admiration as Lucie shot each member of the family who tortured her.

“Mhm,” Virgil nodded, “something about creative control.”

Remus froze as he processed the words, scrambling to pause the movie before staring down at his friend, “what did they say?”

“Uhh,” Virgil’s mind blanked for a second as he continued to look at the screen, which had been paused on a frame of the dead daughter, “someone trying to take it away from you?”

Remus stayed silent.

“And then they called you Dark Creativity?”

“I-” he stuttered.

“And then they said there were 3 light sides instead of 2-”

Remus pushed the words out as quickly as possible before Virgil could interrupt him again, “I��monlyhalfofCreativityandtheotherhalfismybrother.”

Virgil stared at him blankly as his brain slowly dissected the jumble of words just thrown at him.

“You're… not all of Creativity?”

Remus shook his head, not wanting to speak for one of the only times in his life.

“...How?”

“Well… the reason we're all split into light and dark is because the original Creativity split first. When Thomas was around your age he got too Christian and decided all the fun stuff was bad so it was forced out and voila! It made yours truly. And then Morality decided to split all of us off.”

“Why?!”

“I dunno, for funsies I guess.”

“Huh… So is your brother the one trying to take more creative control?”

“Eugh, probably.”

“Don't like him then, I'm guessing?”

“He's the worst!” Remus hollered, “all glitter and ponies and magic godmothers! The only ones who die on his side of the Imagination are villains!”

Virgil gasped, “is that why I'm not allowed in the Imagination alone?!”

“Yeah, but don't go snooping around now that you know that! And don't let Wrath or Janus know that you know about my twin!”

“Why?”

“They wanted to wait til you were older so you would understand. The split is behind us, Virgie. It's the past. And you came after it. You being a dark side from the moment you formed was the start of our perfect family. You don't need to dwell on something you didn't exist to see.”

“Okay,” Virgil nodded and then giggled, “way to bash the entire subject of History there.”

“If you learn from it you can't repeat the best bits!”

Virgil laughed and relaxed into his friend's hold as he unpaused the film.

Both of them stared at the screen as the credits rolled.

“Keep doubting…” Remus echoed.

Virgil hummed in thought, “what afterlife would make someone want to go to it, but for others to not know what it is?”

“Maybe if there's none at all?”

“But then why would she want to stop living?”

“Because she knows all the work she's done torturing people til their last breath was for nothing, and that life really has no meaning at all?”

“No afterlife is boring though, Remus. Surely you agree?” Virgil turned to look back up at him, “wouldn't you want it to be some sort of Lovecraftian hell?”

“Oh, I would love that, you know I would. But, y'know,” the Duke sighed, “Occam's razor gotta cut us out of our skin and bleed us out until we're dried skin suits and a pile of bones.”

“Eugh.”

“Yum.”

“Ew!”

They both giggled. Virgil shifted until his back was pressing into Remus’ chest and he closed his eyes with a content sigh. Watching the goriest movie ever made with his insane best friend really tired him out.

Remus crossed his legs to wrap them around Virgil and tightened his hold. A surge of violent protectiveness coursed through his veins as he thought back to the conversation between him and Janus he had eavesdropped on.

“Hey, salticidae?”

“Hm?”

“If those light sides ever do try to Beauty And The Beast ya or some shit, you can call me to come and help you through the portal!”

“...Oh!” Virgil’s eyes lit up, “that's a great idea! As long as you bring some weapons with you.”

“For you,” Remus grinned, “I’d bring only my best.”

When Janus and Wrath recovered from their screaming match and went to check on the youngest, they were met with a sight that was immediately placed into the family photobook.

Virgil was curled up into a ball while hugging his bat plushie close to his chest, letting out tiny high pitched snores. Remus was wrapped around him with all 4 limbs plus his tentacles, letting out much bigger, grosser snores.

Ironically, being cuddled by the embodiment of intrusive thoughts was a great way to get rid of nightmares.

And, for nearly a decade, everything was perfect for the little dark family.

Until, like the twisted shadow of a Disney Princess, Virgil's dream came true.

[hezuart]

Hey! Dyt that they have Ruined Striker’s Character in Helluva Boss? I Loved The Striker that we had in Season 1 but in Season 2 it feels a bit off for me, I don’t know where to put my finger on it. It’s like he lost that sense of character that he had in Season 1, It’s hard for me to explain it. I guess I shouldn’t have expected as much for This Series but sadly Love it and would it be Bad if I thought that Striker and Blitz should have ended up Together and take his offer in The Harvest Moon festival Episode? (if they did take that offer, I would’ve loved to see them taking down some Overlords in Hell, Plus Something about Their interactions made me Ship Them More Than Stolas, Wondered what actually happened if he joined the I.M.P?? I mean he nearly did but Oh Well) and Also Blitz has a Horse!? Does Loona know about this!? WT-!?

Reasons why Striker's character is "ruined" since season 2:

1. His arrogance has been upped to a ridiculous degree (big d*ck statues of himself) He was only arrogant around Moxie because they hated each other, but Striker showed off in physical skill and song. Not sexually? 2. In season 1, he was stealthy, unknown, and very cunning. In season 2, he is brash, famous, and dumb. (He tries to kill Stolas in a public setting without protecting his own identity, he's apparently a well-known killer for hire in Wrath, and he doesn't kill Stolas immediately after finally tying him up in the alleyway. 3. In season 1 he wiped the floor with Moxie, Millie, and Blitz, while in season 2, randomly, Millie & Moxie and Blitz defeat him easily and twice, making him look pathetic. 4. In season 1 he was hired by Stella, a high-class goetia to kill Stolas, and thus was provided angelic weapons to do so. He hates upper-class demons and to be working for one is a high level of irony that adds more to his character; but it also hinted that he was playing dirty, that he would eventually use these weapons to turn against Stella to kill other high-class demons to fight against the political power balance (which is what he invited Blitz to) and Stella provided a great boon for him; extremely rare, dangerous weapons. In season 2, he's seen working for Crimson. However, he is the one providing his resume, almost begging to be hired by a (supposed to be) low-class IMp Mob Boss, but outside of maybe money, Crimson has nothing of value to offer in comparison to the hot deal that was Stella's offering. 5. In season 1, he is brutal but thorough with his attacks. He doesn't play with his toys. In season 2, he drags Stolas's torture out, messing around and playing with him for no good reason. (Yeah, Stella ordered that, but she ordered it LATER, AFTER Stolas was captured, and even that is against what season 1 Stella wanted, she wanted him dead ASAP. There is no reason to torture Stolas, especially if it leaves things open for him to escape. 6. His voice actor changed. Bosco does a really good job, but it's just not the same. Striker was probably the best villain in the series, and now he's just kind of a villain of the we(a)k kind of character I just don't care about anymore.

His character was only slightly better in the Fizzarolli past episode, but just seeing him dumbly pay attention to Fizz's song just solidified he's a joke now. Season 1 Striker would never do that. He would have sniffed out Blitz and gone after him immediately. Maybe have even shot Fizz; Crimson ordered him not to hurt him, but I dont think Striker would give a damn at that point. I agree that Striker and Blitz would be a far more interesting dynamic. Actually fighting against the power instead of Blitz just... sleeping with said power. Blitz wrapped himself up in Stolas, basically becoming his s*x slave in exchange for the book. Blitz even runs a business for sinners, sinners of which are dangerous towards imps and overpopulating Hell's upper layer. Striker offers him an out, Striker offers him everything. He offers him change, he offers him a chance to be someone. Stolas on the other hand still hasn't changed his classist attitude. A part of him will always disrespect Blitz, and I don't know if the writers will ever address it at this point. I mean, Blitz was confirmed to have been attracted to him. It very well could have happened.

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

The wrathful awakening of a teenage Bruja

Hexed XVII- Breisa

Warnings: Teenagers being teenagers, cursing, angst, trauma, manipulation, claustrophobia, and slight body horror (

Word count: 4k+

Summary: El mal de ojo, always watching, always waiting…for a hex.

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Wake up

Wake up

WAKE UP!

Breisa gasped and sat up. Startling Jason who jumped with his sword.

“What?! What is it?!” He held up his sword in defense. Eyes darting wildly.

Breisa hyperventilated. “Can’t breathe…” She struggled.

“Is it a monster?” Jason pointed his sword towards her.

“No.” She grumbled, “I’m being crushed.”

She turned on her side, there was Leo around her waist. As he held onto her, reminding Jason of a cuddly baby koala.

“Soft.” He hummed in his sleep, snuggling closer to her.

Jason looked up at Breisa and then back to Leo. Before he wheezed into silent laughter—like his diaphragm was also being crushed.

“¡Cállate!” She hissed. “Get him off!”

After Leo woke up with some relentless good hearted teasing mostly from Jason…then Piper; They broke camp and started down the tunnel.

It twisted and turned and seemed to go on forever. Reminding Breisa of those street markets back in East Los. You turn one corner and end up at 3rd street with all the vendors. Or take a wrong turn somehow you’re in the quinceañera district.

Or maybe a sewer reservoir where all Porta-Potty sludge ends up, forming an evil toilet face large enough to swallow the world.

Instead, they found polished steel elevator doors, each one engraved with a cursive letter M. Next to the elevator was a directory, like for a department store.

“M for Macy’s?” Piper guessed. “I think they have one in downtown Chicago.”

“Or Monocle Motors?” Breisa said.

“Guys, read the directory. It’s messed up.” Leo pointed out.

Parking, Kennels, Main Entrance Sewer Level Furnishings and Café M: 1

Women’s Fashion and Magical Appliances: 2

Men’s Wear and Weaponry: 3

Cosmetics, Potions, Poisons & Sundries: 4

“Kennels for what?” Piper said. “And what kind of department store has its entrance in a sewer?”

“Or sells poisons,” Leo said. “Man, what does ‘sundries’ even mean? Is that like underwear?”

“Sounds snobby.” Breisa remarked.

Jason took a deep breath. “When in doubt, start at the top.”

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The doors slid open on the fourth floor, and the scent of perfume wafted into the elevator.

Jason stepped out first, sword ready. Breisa kept a hand on her ring, ready to attack if he gave her a go.

“Guys,” he said. “You’ve got to see this.”

Piper joined him and caught her breath. “This is not Macy’s.”

The department store looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope.

The entire ceiling was a stained glass mosaic with astrological signs around a giant sun. The daylight streamed through, splaying out in a thousand different colors and shades.

The upper floors made a ring of balconies around the heart of the mall. They could see all the way down to the ground floor. Gold railings shone so brightly, looking at them would sear you blind.

Aside from the stained glass ceiling and the elevator, there weren't any other windows or doors, but two sets of glass escalators ran between the levels.

The carpeting was a clash of oriental patterns and colors, and the racks of merchandise were just as bizarre.

There was too much to take in at once, like a loud and proud aunt with an odd fashion taste: stuff like shirt racks and shoe trees mixed in with armored manikins, beds of nails, and fur coats that seemed to be moving.

“Is this supposed to be fashion?” Breisa looked at Piper for clarification.

She considered it and made a hesitant no gesture.

Leo stepped to the railing and looked down. “Check it out.”

In the middle of the heart a fountain sprayed water twenty feet into the air, changing color from red to yellow to blue. The pool glittered with gold coins, and on either side of the fountain stood a gilded cage—like an oversize canary cage.

Inside one, a miniature hurricane swirled, and lightning flashed. Somebody had imprisoned the storm spirits, and the cage shuddered as they tried to get out.

A voice whispered over her ear ‘You’ve come to me, little witch.’

Breisa’s skin crawl with spiders.

Jason started to ask what was wrong.

When Piper had noticed, “Coach Hedge!”

In the other canary cage, frozen in place, was a short, buff goat demon, holding a tree-branch club.

“We’ve got to get down there.”

The voice spoke loudly, “May I help you find something?”

All four of them jumped back.

A woman had just appeared in front of them. She wore an elegant black dress with diamond gems, and she looked like a well worn fashion model— maybe fifty years old, though it was hard to tell.

Her long dark wavy hair swept over one shoulder, and her face was gorgeous in that surreal supermodel way—thin and haughty and cold, not quite human. With their long red-painted nails, her fingers looked more like talons.

Breisa felt her chest clench— she was suffocating in dread.

The woman smiled almost knowingly. “I’m so happy to see new customers. How may I help you?”

Leo glanced at Jason like, All yours.

“Um,” Jason started, “is this your store?”

The woman nodded. “I found it abandoned, you know. I understand so many stores are, these days. I decided it would make the perfect place. I love collecting tasteful objects, helping people, and offering quality goods at a reasonable price. So this seemed a good ... how do you say ... first acquisition in this country.”

She spoke with a pleasing accent, but it was hard to guess where from. European like. Breisa remembered how it sounded, pleasantly hypnotic. Just as it was haunting.

“So you’re new to America?” Jason asked, his shoulders went from tense to relaxed.

“I am...new,” The woman agreed. “I am the Princess of Colchis. My friends call me Your Highness. Now, what are you looking for?”

Jason and Leo were both looking dazed. Eyes following the sound of her voice.

Breisa could feel her breathing come back and shallow back out. Only Piper seemed to be concerned.

Piper poked in the ribs and hiss, “Jason!”

“Um, right. Actually, Your Highness,” He pointed to the gilded cage on the first floor. “That’s our friend down there, Gleeson Hedge. The satyr. Could we ... have him back, please?”

“Of course!” the princess agreed immediately. “I would love to show you my inventory. First, may I know your names?”

Jason hesitated.

Breisa attempted to plead with him to shut up, when she couldn’t find her voice. It was gone. She tried to speak again but her throat . Stinging…her vocal cords were they severed? She winced and met eyes with the princess.

The princess had this glint in her eye. Breisa knew for sure it was her. The same Mala de ojo.

Piper started to say, “Jason, I wouldn’t—”

“This is Piper,” he said. “This is Leo. Breisa. I’m Jason.”

The princess fixed her eyes on him, away from Breisa. Just for a moment, her face literally glowed, blazing with so much anger, her skull beneath her skin. There was a change in Jason, a bit of clarity before the hypnosis began again. Then the moment passed, and Her Highness looked like a normal elegant woman again, with a cordial smile and a soothing voice.

“Jason. What an interesting name,” she said, her eyes as cold as the Chicago wind. “I think we’ll have to make a special deal for you. Come, children. Let’s go shopping.”

—

“What’s wrong with you?” Piper whispered to Breisa.

‘Can’t…talk’ Breisa struggled to work her psychic telepathy. Was she controlling that too?

‘Piper help.’

“But you’re talking.”

‘Am I using…my lips?’

The realization crossed over Piper’s face. She looked at Highness, who was smiling like nothing had happened. But still kept an eye on them.

Jason and Leo didn’t seem to think anything was wrong. Following her like little lost puppies.

The princess gestured toward the cosmetics counter. “Shall we start with the potions?”

“Cool,” Jason said.

“Guys,” Piper interrupted, “We’re here to get the storm spirits and Coach Hedge. If this—princess—is really our friend—”

“Oh, I’m better than a friend, my dear,” Her Highness said. “I’m a saleswoman.” Her diamonds sparkled, and her eyes glittered like a snake’s— cold and dark. “Don’t worry. We’ll work our way down to the first floor, eh?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Sure, yeah! That sounds okay. Right, Piper? Breisa?”

They both stared daggers at him: No, it is not okay!

“Of course it’s okay.” Her Highness put her hands on Leo’s and Jason’s shoulders and steered them toward the cosmetics. “Come along, boys.”

They didn’t have much choice except to follow.

‘She did this to you?’ Piper thought. ‘How much of my mind have you been reading?’

‘Malvada!’ Breisa cursed , holding her head. ‘It’s like my powers are being blocked. And I can’t use my voice. I can barely talk this way.’

Piper asked, ‘Do you know who she is?’

‘Her real name— no. But I remember her. It’s too much to explain at once.’ Breisa leaned against the wall for support.

Piper quickly help her up, becoming a human crutch. ‘Don’t strain yourself. Save your energy until we can get out of here.’

“And here,” the princess said, stopping, “Is the finest assortment of magical mixtures anywhere.”

The counter was crammed with bubbling beakers and smoking vials on tripods. Lining the display shelves were crystal flasks—some shaped like swans or honey bear dispensers. The liquids inside were every color, from glowing white to polka-dotted.

And the smells…¡Eugh Que Merida!

Some were pleasant, like fresh-baked cookies or roses, but they were mixed with the scents of burning tires, skunk spray, and gym lockers.

It was a powerful mix of everything at once.

The princess tapped to a bloodred vial—a simple test tube with a cork. “This one will heal any disease.”

“Even cancer?” Leo asked. “Leprosy? Hangnails?”

“Awesome,” Jason said. His voice sounded dazed and sleepy.

“Jason,” Piper said. “We’ve got a job to do. Remember?” There was some power into her words, charmspeak, but her voice sounded shaky. This princess scared her.

Breisa couldn’t blame her. If she could tell them how dangerous her highness was, they would be gone for the hills.

“Job to do,” Jason muttered. “Sure. But shopping first, okay?”

The princess beamed at him. “Then we have potions for resisting fire—”

“Got that covered,” Leo said.

“Indeed?” The princess studied Leo’s face more closely. More closely than Breisa liked. “You don’t appear to be wearing my trademark sunscreen ...but no matter. We also have potions that cause blindness, insanity, sleep, or—”

“Wait.” Piper was still staring at the red vial. “Could that potion cure lost memory?”

The princess narrowed her eyes. “Possibly. Yes. Quite possibly. Why, my dear? Have you forgotten something important?”

Breisa looked at Piper considering the thought. And automatically she protested it. ‘She doesn’t play fair! That’s how she wins! Piper, don't do this!’

‘I have to try. It’s for Jason!’ Piper turned and demanded, “How much?”

The princess got this reminiscent look. “Well, now...The price is always tricky. I love helping people. Honestly, I do. And I always keep my bargains, but sometimes people try to cheat me.” Her gaze drifted to Jason. “Once, for instance, I met a handsome young man who wanted a treasure from my father’s kingdom. We made a bargain, and I promised to help him steal it.”

Breisa remembered this story too. Her highness would recite it over and over again whenever Breisa came by the shop.

Ground rumbling

Broken shards of tile. Display cases with empty shelves filled with books, potions, and Knick Knacks all crashing onto the floor.

Breisa hands clawing at a face.

“From your own dad?” Jason still looked half in a trance, but the idea seemed to bother him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the princess said. “I demanded a high price. The young man had to take me away with him. He was quite good-looking, dashing, and strong...” She looked at Piper. “I’m sure, my dear, you understand how one might be attracted to such a hero, and want to help him.”

Piper tried to control her emotions, but she was blushing.

Breisa held her arm, trying to reassure her. And not pass out.

“At any rate,” Her Highness continued, “my hero had to do many impossible tasks, and I’m not bragging when I say he couldn’t have done them without me. I betrayed my own family to win the hero his prize. And still he cheated me of my payment.”

“Cheated?” Jason frowned, as if trying to remember something important.

“That’s messed up,” Leo said.

Her Highness patted his cheek affectionately. “I’m sure you don’t need to worry, Leo. You seem honest. You would always pay a fair price, wouldn’t you?”

Leo nodded.

Breisa moved off Piper and came in between Leo and her highness. Standing in front of Leo protectively. Mustering as much strength as she could.

‘Brave?’ Her highness seeped into her mind. ‘You still have to learn your lesson? Have you not gained any wisdom, little witch? You can’t fight this.”

Breisa felt her body weakened with her venomous words. She held her ground. She was scared. But she wasn’t going to let her do this again.

“What were we buying again? I’ll take two.” Leo said, side stepping Breisa.

Piper broke in: “So, the vial, Your Highness, how much?”

The princess assessed Piper— as if putting a price tag on her.

“Would you give anything for it, my dear?” The princess asked. “I sense that you would.”

The words washed over Piper, powerfully and soothing. She was using her charmspeak. That dazed look clouded her eyes, they tinted pink. Just as the boys.

‘Piper don’t fall for it! You know this! You use it all the time!’ Breisa managed.

‘No use! She’s mine.’ Her highness smiled smug.

‘No, she is not! I’m not your puppet anymore, I have my own voice! You can’t control me! Or her!’

Breisa felt her throat tighten but her vocal cords reform. “Let

She can’t do this again

Us

I’m not gonna let her do this

Go.”

I can control myself.

Then with all the will power, Piper mustered up the courage and used her charm. “We’re leaving! I won’t pay any price. Give us our Coach. After that, we need to leave. Right, guys?”

Just for a moment, her words seemed to have some effect.

The boys looked confused.

“Leave?” Jason said.

“You mean ... after shopping?” Leo asked.

Piper nearly ripped her braids out of her hair.

“SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU MINDLESS ZOMBIE!” Breisa grabbed Leo by his shoulders, shaking him.

“This place is wicked,” Leo muttered dizzily.

“Fuck.” Breisa felt frustrated tears stinging at her eyes. “Come on, Leo. It’s me. Aren’t you going to insult me? Be an idiot? Or tell me a stupid joke?”

Leo looked to the side, eyeing something next to her. “I can buy you that diamond necklace, then you won’t be so sad.”

“This place has great deals.” Jason agreed.

Breisa screamed in frustration towards her highness, “Let them go!”

The princess was too busy examining Piper with newfound respect.

“Impressive,” the princess said. “Not many people could resist my suggestions. Are you a child of Aphrodite, my dear? Ah, yes—I should have seen it. No matter. Perhaps we should shop a while longer before you decide what to buy, eh?”

Then she turned to Breisa. “You!” Her voice demanded sinisterly. “You may have broken that spell. You shouldn’t be making such demands.”

She waved her hand, Breisa felt her body stagger. Then the witch flicked her fingers. Without even considering her actions, Breisa walked to her side.

“Why are you doing this?!” Piper tried to pull Breisa back—

When a dark red dome-like shield threw her back. Trapping Breisa with the witch.

Breisa sneered at her, “¡Vete a la chingada! ¡Vieja loca!”

Trying to use her own powers to bubble herself— her aura flickered dimly.

The princess held her shoulder with one hand and stroked her curls with the other. As if she was pampering a doll. “You have your own voice. But I have you. Is this the respect you give me? After I give my blessings? Everything I did for you? What I sacrificed for your mother? You wouldn’t exist without me.”

Piper punched at the dome furiously. Even using her dagger to try to pierce it. As the boys stood motionless, waiting for orders. Breisa could hear Piper shouting their names. Hoping to snap them out of it. They were too lost in the hex.

The highness patted the top of Breisa’s head “You should be grateful. Hecate came for me, to create you. You are nothing. Not a passing thought. Just empty space.”

Breisa jerk her head away, but this wicked bitch forced her chin back.

“You are never to be nothing more than a pawn. A toy. A puppet. But Hecate had a heart. So foolish. She let you false your way into life. Make you believe you were a part of something. Make you believe you mattered. All your friends, they don’t know what chaos you really are.” The princess tisked, “But here now. Finally back to me. I can take back what’s mine.”

Breisa cursed in panic, pushing her away. When her highness grabbed her pendant hanging from her neck, the stones that formed that pendant began to crack.

That tightness and suffocation began again, Breisa felt her heart start to slow down. And her necklace was ripped off its clasp.

Not like this. Please not like this.

She felt a layer of earth-clay underneath her sneakers.

She realized they were hands…they were clay hands.

Grabbing her, pulling wrists, shoving her shoulders— trying forcing her body into the earth.

It engulfed her waist in seconds. Soon crawling at her neck, she pushed and clawed at the tilted floors with all the power she could.

“Piper—” Breisa strangled out, hand closing her her throat, “Don’t let her win!”

As if it were quick sand, the earth submerged her in. She was motionless, her skin turned stone like.

Her eyes were wide, mouth molded into a silent scream. She wasn’t human. Or a demigod. Or a person.

Just a statue.

“Breisa?” Piper felt her entire body shaking. Her fear turned into dread. All Breisa did was stand motionless. Solumed. “What did you do to her?!”

“Now, boys.” She put on Breisa’s necklace as she turned to Jason and Leo. Her voice was so much more powerful than Piper’s, so full of confidence, Piper didn’t stand a chance. “Would you like to see more?”

“Sure,” Jason said.

“Okay,” Leo said.

“Excellent,” the princess said. “You’ll need all the help you can get if you’re to make it to the Bay Area.”

“The Bay Area?” Piper said. “Why the Bay Area?”

The princess smiled. “Well, that’s where the rest will die..isn’t it?”

Then she led them toward the escalators, Jason and Leo still looking excited to shop.

Piper stayed behind. On her side, she gripped her dagger with pale knuckles. Her dream of the mountaintop—the scene Enceladus had shown her, a place she knew, where she was supposed to betray her friends in two days.

And then she looked at the motionless Breisa. She couldn’t do anything without fixing her first. Figure out the rest later. Right now Piper’s best bet was to play along and catch the bitch off guard.

She ran off to the escalators without another thought.

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[ngmn2002]

Ch 112: Random Thoughts

Now, after what happened in ch 101, let's see what we got...

Nene and her plant pot, what a nice way of summarizing the hardships she went through until this point.

Her "past present", the "uncool" plant with the "rotten root", that got Nene to face too many hardships with the damaged pot to keep it, No.1 took it, gave her the chance of replacing it with a nice flowery plant of the same kind, representing this "ideal present" they want to set. Yet, she doesn't want it and shouted they give her "her plant" back, and the bigger picture "old present " back. Even if the ideal is nice, flowery, and the old one is full of hardships, we still want it and won't trade it.

We can also present Hanako-kun and Tsukasa-kun into the picture as well.

So, I'm looking forward to see Nene-chan fighting, struggling to have things back to how they used to be, to have those special to her back into her life.

Haha, look at Nene-chan posing. ~ I don't doubt her mega strong punch, or strength all together. ~

Wooh, sweet girl. ~ seriously, that's Tsukasa she "smacked!" His face gets me in there. lol feel her wrath, Tsu. ~ don't get on Nene-chan's nerves, you'll regret it. ~

Kay, so we meet the 2 girls in Tsukasa's assistant's class, the class seems to be going with a "hunted house" instead of "a maid caffe". Kou's class activity in the past present. Tsukasa's assistant doesn't seem to be a part of that class? Good for the 2 girls I'll say.

Hmm, in a sense, I wonder what came of her and her servant in this ideal present. How does her master not being there impact her?

Where are the 2 of them? How are they doing? Does she need to be pretending to be a student in this ideal present? Same maybe goes to her servant. What shape do they take in this setting?

Regardless of that, I assume she is one of those who aren't affected by what the keepers did. She has 3 days to make a meaningful move to get things back in her favor, huh?

Can she make any move? All they've done with the rumors, etc. is erased. As I assume, the first move she took into really getting into what she wants, was "meeting" Tsukasa and making a wish to him. I do wonder "when" that happened exactly. Anyway, in this setting, she has to start from point 0? But for some reason, a bond as powerful as one a human shares with a supernatural, Tsukasa to be specific, needs to be special, for some reason I don't think it's "really" erased, somehow. Maybe that can come to her help, maybe too, whatever position to have her stuck in school in the first place. Even though, would her special lady kannagi or whatever rule come to light this arc? Hmm... kinda doubt it?

If she will be brought to light, she will have to rely on Nene's abilities like always I assume? So? Don't go have a chat with Nene, kay? Nor send your dog to fetch her or whatever. I will be surprised if she can swing "alone" and on her own. No Tsukasa, no Nene (who might not remember her at all), and oh, if we were to imagine no nat, what can she do... hmm... how far can she get...

Luring Nene into doing stuff for her is no surprise coming from her. In the p.p arc, she was so chill knowing Nene won't choose that perfect world, that if Nene chose to stay within will be a problem for her, and would want the usual world back, destroying No.4's yorishiro, what she really needs Nene for, to do that. Same goes here really, maybe she won't have to interfere so much, that in mind.

If destroying No.1's yorishiro is the only thing she wants out of this mess, she gets it no sweat. Nene on her own free - will, will do that to ensure the usual present is back. Now, I wonder, will Akane be handing the yorishiro to Nene like No.4 did, too?

Uh, thinking of him, this feeling within me is funny, while a good part of his fans are freaking out he is "not there anymore", I go imagining various scenarios of Mr. time issues of his own, but never one of "OH! HE IS GONE!! WHAT!! NOOO!!! HE NEEDS TO BE BROUGHT BACK!" I see him chilling in the red house room, nowhere space... and having a cup of tea. severance Tsukasa-puzzle vibes I go: well, it already was a gift to have Tsukasa there for like... 8 chapters straight. THAT'S INSANE! oh, so now it's about time we're back to the Tsukasa is no where to be found era again? cool. last time he was gone for a year, the one before it almost 2 years and a half, I wonder how long he will take this time until he comes back. Hmm, should I start a count down? even if something bad happened to him with how the keepers went, easy, things will be back to normal again, after a while. so really, nothing to worry about too much. I'm so chill. I doooo wonder if Tsukasa's "always so relaxed" charm got to me, actually.

I see various possibilities with 12 y.o Tsu and yorishiro Tsu... the best one being the 2 of them working together, having Nene dancing elegantly between them, the worst one is oh, the keepers really managed to get around him somehow, did a number on him, but hey! that's only temporarily! At the end, we will be back to how things were, and voila! he is there again! so no need to worry too much.

I wonder what can they really do about Tsukasa, or rather, what's inside of him. But then again, I think maybe we need to also keep in mind, from what we know so far, Tsukasa, regardless of what's in him, was killed by a kitchen knife. Pretty simple, eh? He is still "Human" in a way. At least, I don't know, that's how "simply" it took Amane to kill him gets me. Tsukasa then what? Became a supernatural? Amane's yorishiro... still kept what's inside of him... hmm... this boy is so confusing. How am I supposed to think into that thing regarding him?

Anyway, having No.1 going after "what's in him", knowing what they are doing, they seem to have a solid plan on how to deal with "Tsukasa" in general.

Continuing with what we have to show the present based on Tsukasa not being there, Mei is alive! What a surprise! The one to really shock me! The other characters, I can get how things changed for them, but then Mei? What does she have to do with Tsukasa? Then I remember No.4's wish, that by the end of it Mei chose to die and... oh? Maybe that's it? I don't know how to feel when I think about Mei walking confidently to her death, and assume it might be a thing Nene will do one day, in the same manner...

Mei was already being cured in a hospital and was said to die soon, right? In this present, she recovered up well? Maybe her illness wasn't really that serious and she recovered easily... ...

She drew No.4/her other self as a thing so she could live. Hmm, in this ideal present it seems she didn't need to do that? Or she did, but the difference is that she meaningfully recovered and lived. No.4's wish to Tsukasa didn't exist. Is this again, one of the scenarios where the reason of your death is the person you love?

Hmm... does... Mei's other self exist or not in this "reality"? And, speaking of No.4... what was the price she paid to Tsukasa, really?

Kou, seems to always meet Nene with the same behavior. Pretty cute. But oh, as expected.. they don't know each other in this present.

Mitsuba being alive, really reinforces his death wasn't that simple one of "he died getting potatoes". We're having a present based on not having Tsukasa there. So, it seems the photo Mitsuba took of the red house means more than it looks like.

But wow, have to say I was yet again surprised by Kou and Mitsuba naturally being friends.

Come again? Mitsuba didn't need to die, become a ghost, or anything for Kou to pay attention to him? Become friends with him? Kou did that naturally? Wow. No really, wow.

Having Aoi calling "Minamoto-kun" as "Teru-kun"... you sure this is a nice present for you, guardian of the present, Aoi Akane? How is your relationship with Aoi going?

Now, now... Nene's "popularity" is...

She took the rule of Dorothy instead of twister no. 4. She seems pretty well-known and admired...

Ahem, going by the pattern again, a present based on Tsukasa not being there... excuse me but... what does he have to do with her being popular or not? ^_^

Unless, it was No.1... trying in a way to give her a "present" she won't say no to? So she won't try to change? So she will accept the flowery plant? I don't mean to be rude in any way, Nene is so gorgeous, but... it seems her ankles problem doesn't exist in this present, despite her still having them the way they are. people are nice in there, unlike in the usual present.

The same I know. My heart. 💜🩵

Uh, seeing Nene performing Dorothy on stage, not only in front of Hanako, while actually wearing the dress... awww....

And, she imagines seeing Hanako there, only for him to disappear later... sad. But no worries girl! It will be alright. Things will be back to normal. p.p arc, severance vibes. ~ Hanako.. really looked like his father, in his and Tsukasa's 4th birthday. the same image. I always find that cool when I can see parents represented in their children.

Now, to the scene of the guy who made sure to "lock" the door before her goes all out... more keys for us to see apparently, because clearly we haven't seen enough already.

...on someone.

Seems he was waiting for the chance to come to have a payback. His threat was somewhat real, Akane. ~

So yeah, Akane speaks of the butterfly effect, he mentions some stuff. Will Teru end up liking this present or will he reject it and join Nene in getting back the usual one? For some reason, his mother, that was brought up in the red house arc, a possible wish for Kou to make... came to me. It's a wild thought within me but... can she be "alive" in this present? The Minamoto grandmother, too? I mean, she didn't have to use all her power to seal "Hanako-san". The man in the shrine 4 y.o Tsukasa talked about didn't die...? so now... how is Nagisa doing? He is not the one in charge of the shrine now if that man is still alive, is he? Hmm, he came to the festival with Tiara, did that change in the ideal present?

Anywaaaaaay, it's cool we'll be back to the usual present in 3 days, huh? Let's enjoy what will happen during them. ~

Tsuchigomori! And here I was wondering how he's been doing. Thinking the supernatural in charge of the records can't be affected easily. It seems that way.

Greetings, teacher! ��️

Oh, so we got to see young man Amane. But, right now, he needs to be around 60 years old. Where is he? Is he still alive, or died along the way? or went missing? For how many years did he get to live/be around if that was the case?

Hmm... how did his close relationship with Tsuchigomori start in the ideal present I wonder... Yugi was an old colleague of his he said... hmm.. maybe a student of his, too? Maybe some kind of "incident" brought them together?

Yugi Amane always entrusts Mr. Tsuchigomori with things, before he does something "crazy" usually connected to... Tsukasa... a moon rock, now a watch. Hmm... what did this boy do this time?

Tsukasa x time... Tsukasa x time x Amane = ? hmmm.....

He was trying to get the big clock to move again.... gave Tsuchigomori a watch... both stopped moving at some point... now I wonder... what "some point" it is exactly... Why do I keep flashing to this... I have no idea...

Too manny stopped things... deals with time...

We can also add the big clock that stopped moving at some point, if I were to get ahead of myself, I would say it stopped the time Tsukasa left the red house.

I will add another similar small calculation for fun...

Tsukasa x knife... Tsukasa x knife x Amane= the usual present.

Ahem, the 2 means/calculations by the end, seem to be ones of Amane fighting to keep Tsukasa by his side.

Let's stop here.

Based on what we've seen so far, Tsukasa is so life changing!! ALL of these futures of people are back to ........... Mr. Root!!!! I'm interested to get to see more into this "supposedly" ideal present, before the time comes for us to say goodbye.

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For some extra dive in... see this reblog of the same post.

Thanks for reading. Till next chapter.

[star-on-a-beach]

the silly mirror lady

You know what, yeah. She deserves it.

Mirobelle, also known as Eloise, was born and raised in a less fortunate area of France. She became an orphan very young for reasons I haven't decided, and was sent to an orphanage when she was 6 or so. It was a pretty small orphanage, with only about 7 kids at its peak, and Eloise was always the oldest no matter how many other kids were there with her (there was only 1 other kid when she first arrived, who was 4, and it grew from there)

This orphanage was also very old fashioned and treated the kids as such, but the staff definitely wasn't the best. Not abusive, but definitely neglectful and snarky with the kids at times. Eloise learned very early on how to change diapers, prepare baby food and bottles, cook, change baby clothes, and how to keep the kids safe in general. A lot of them looked up to her like a big sister and she loved each kid dearly.

The thing the orphanage placed the most emphasis on was cleanliness and organization, taking on a relatively old-fashioned teaching stance. Each kid, even as young as 3 or 4, had chores that included making beds, folding sheets, cleaning rooms, etc. The staff used stories and lies (i.e.: "If you don't clean your bed perfectly, you won't be protected from the monsters at night") in order to scare the kids into doing their chores. This especially had a massive influence on Eloise, who got extremely good at cleaning and organizing everything exactly how she was told so she could avoid being taken away. She also ended up doing a lot of the youngest kids' chores, who didn't understand the critical standards they were held to, in order to protect them. It was easier to just do the chores than try and teach the kids, and the added praise from the orphanage staff made Eloise feel comforted by having everything perfectly cleaned and organized.

When she was 10-11, Eloise was adopted by a group of people who were part of a Jewish-inspired cult that also adopted girls of that age range from around France and Belgium to be servants. Their beliefs were that "The Highest One", a being who supposedly loved all of them above everyone else and gathered them for a reason, would one day arrive on Earth, and needed "sacrifices" to gain power in order to do so and free the Earth from all other sin. Once again, this cult was way behind the times and liked to stay that way.

Unfortunately for Eloise, it also had very similar views on cleanliness as the orphanage, and the monsters and demons that the workers spoke of were told to be "The Highest One"'s wrath when she told the upper members of the cult about her past. Her fears were given the face of wrath and torture if things were not kept completely clean, and if very specific schedules and regiments were not kept (these schedules and regiments were said to bring good luck and please THO). The fear definitely worked, and because of the skills she gained in the orphanage, Eloise became the most beloved servant of the cult. The uppers loved her because she was obedient, diligent, and quiet, and the other servants loved her because she explained their situation in a way that was comforting and she could show them how to "clean properly".

During the last month before Eloise's 13th birthday, a ceremony was held for her. One of the cult's leaders said she was chosen to meet THO and that they had to hurry and prepare her for meeting him. She was told THO was pleased with her efforts and wanted her to escape the current world and to heaven as a reward. So, Eloise was dressed in white robes and sent to a candlelight processional in her honor.

It's important to note Eloise always had her doubts. She believed in God, but something about the way she was told he would punish her for messes and disorganization didn't sit right with her. The entire basis of the cult didn't sit right with her. All she wanted was to go back to her found family in the orphanage, but she was far too afraid to say anything or lose her status.

The processional was full of chants, songs, ceremonial dances, and the best food Eloise had ever had. At the end of it, sunrise of the first day of her birth month (still undecided), the cult leader presented the item to bring Eloise to THO: A C&A headset.

So she was laid onto a bed, given final blessings and regards by everyone, including the servant friends she had made along the way, and the headset was placed on her, sending her to the digital realm.

The night after she went under, as a part of the ceremony that was reserved for the higher ups only, Eloise's neck was slit and chest was stabbed with a ceremonial knife, and blessed water was poured into the wounds, believed to be able to purify her corpse so her spirit, through the headset, would finally reach heaven.

Mirobelle still remembers the feeling of being stabbed and having her neck slit, and the feeling of both wounds having freezing cold liquid poured into them, until just like that, she was no longer there, and she was now part of C&A's system.

The end.

Oh, and also, for the longest time, Mirobelle believed Hexe was "The Highest One", despite THO always being referred to as a man or just a being. It took a lot of effort from everyone in the kingdom, especially Odette and Nova, for her to understand the cult thing was a sham. She wasn't that affected learning, because she had her doubts in the first place. The fear has never quite left, though.

[gt-zel]

The Boy in the Walls Chapter 4

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As Oliver's eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a small glass jar with a lid. He tried to move, but found that he was stuck in the jar with no way out. Fear gripped him as he realized he was trapped, and his breathing became rapid.

Unexpectedly, he heard a voice that sounded familiar. It was his host, speaking softly to him. Oliver recognized the voice and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to slow it down. he couldn't ruin his small air supply, who knew how long he would be held captive.

As he calmed down, he began to listen to what the human was saying. "I'm sorry I scared you, little guy," the host said. "I didn't mean to frighten you." strangely enough, the human seemed to have lowered its voice since their last encounter.

Oliver opened his eyes and looked up at the human. He saw that the teen had a gentle smile on his face and was looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Oliver never really had a chance to study the human closely like this.

surprisingly enough, the human had grey eyes, but they weren't menacing, they looked kind, like platinum, and they had a gleam of curiosity in them. his hair reminded Oliver of bird feathers, black, but it shined with bluish purple. like ravens.

"w-what do you w-want with me? what are you going to to to me?" Oliver asked hesitantly.

a spark of realization seemed to hit the human "No, no! I promise I won't hurt you," the host replied with a slightly hurt expression "I just want to understand what you are and how you got here."

Oliver felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could find a way out of this mess after all. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. 'can I trust a human? he seems nice enough, but he also put  me in a jar and caused me to pass out...twice' he thought for a few minuets, until the human spoke again.

"so...do you have a name, or should I just call you tiny person?"  he asked in an attempt to break the ice. at which he so horribly failed.

"o-of course I have a name!" he said defiantly, clearly not getting the joke. then realizing he may have angered the human by speaking so brashly, apologized "s-sorry, my names O-Oliver"

"That's a cool name, mine is Isaac" the teen said with a teethy smile. Oliver noted how big the humans mouth was.

"S-so um...could let me out now, I-its kind of uncomfortable in here." Oliver asked, internally praying the giant would say yes.

"Will you swear on the River Stix  to stay if I do?" Isaac said with a hint of sarcasm.

"what's a r-river stixs?" the borrower asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy. and Isaac had to contain an 'aww'. 

"never mind, but will you?" he asked hopefully.

Oliver considered his options. He could either say no and risk the humans wrath, or he could say yes and have a chance for escape.

"I-I suppose..." he said hesitantly.

As soon as he had said the words, Oliver immediately regretted it, Isaac abruptly reached into the jar trying to fish him out. when he had seen he humans intentions, Oliver pushed himself as far away as he could from it. he wanted nothing to do with that thing. Unfortunately though, Isaac was too quick, and caught Oliver by the shirt.

The borrower was then lifted out of the jar and through the air. The whole room spun around him as he was held by his shirt and placed onto the humans desk. As soon as his feet hit the wood, Oliver bolted for the nearest hiding place, which so happened to be the nearby pencil case. Oliver sat behind the large bag, shaking like a leaf, and holding his legs close to him.

"Wha-Oliver, why did you run?" Isaac said, in a soft yet booming voice. causing a large gust of hot air to blow onto Oliver, making him to shiver more violently. "Please come out, I didn't mean to startle you...again"

Though the tiny boy did not know it, Isaac could see Oliver perfectly well without him coming out, but he would still give Oliver the choice. The human continued to plead to Oliver, but the borrower was in the midst of one of his 'attacks'.

Oliver was scared, more then he had ever been in his entire life. He had been caught, and when the human had been kind, he had run and very likely angered the human. Now he was hiding in a rather obvious place, but Oliver didn't want to move. Isaac continued to talk but Oliver couldn't hear over the sounds of his pulse slamming against his eardrums.

"*sigh* fine, if you don't want to come out, I wont force you." The human said in a sad and quite frankly defeated tone. These words, Oliver did manage to hear, and they surprised him greatly. 'What is this guy trying to pull? Couldn't he just kill me if he wanted to? Why make me wait' Oliver thought to himself but was interrupted by the sound of the human leaving the room.

[paradise-in-k4]

The Gap in the Evening, Entry 4: The Resolver Files

Aya’s newspaper must reach some unusual figures here, since not only did we have a witch knocking at our door in the middle of the night, but now we’ve attracted the attention of a shrine maiden. Was this one of those important figures she was talking about? There’s nothing much we can do about that now since the boundary between “some time” and “no time” has since passed. Open sesame…

(Two hour time skip)

That wasn’t as bad as I thought. After explaining what we were doing in a kappa warehouse and how we were involved with investigating an incident in another universe, she noted everything- including the condition of her parallel self- and asked for someone else to step inside to negotiate the specifics of our residency for her to make a personal note of, which was none other than Nitori Kawashiro, the same kappa we met the other day. She knew us decently enough to negotiate a solution to our residency problem by single-handedly moving our stuff to the upper floor and moving all of the kappa’s inventory into the back room of the lower floor. Afterwards, Nitori seemed to yank Aya- who was also called in for her role in recommending this supposedly vacant space to us and making our presence known to several big names in Gensokyo- by her pointy tengu ear down to her height and told her something that made her flinch in fear, then asking Aya to help her and Reimu get settled into this place for the long term. If only all of our apartment issues could get settled as easily as this, but perhaps that’s just what happens when you deal with their main incident resolver as a mediator between someone who sells real estate and someone who holds real estate. Stuff gets done quickly to a happy compromise. Once everything was settled, Reimu told us to contact her in case we needed help with investigating our incident for any reason or if any of the youkai gave us a problem before leaving. They seemed like a decent welcome party, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’d need more than those three to help us out with our case…

-Maribel Hearn

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Muse Notes: Reimu Hakurei

Title(s): Hakurei Shrine Maiden of Paradise, Arcane! Shrine Maiden of Barriers

Universe of Origin: L1

Size (headcanon): Moderate, 5’7”

Species: Human

Pronouns: She/Her

Age (headcanon): Young Adult, exact age unknown

Personality: Reimu is easygoing and optimistic while also being a mix of both dutiful and lazy depending on the day. Her sympathetic nature allows her to get along with a lot of the people she encounters after their first interaction, even if they were the ones to cause an incident. However, this doesn’t bar the possibility of wrathful anger when provoked for a number of reasons such as pranks, incidents, unexpected obstacles, or someone messing with her donation box. Never mess with her donation box.

Occupations: Shrine Maiden, Incident Resolver, random odd-jobber

Home Region: Hakurei Shrine

Abilities: Capable of flight and being the Hakurei shrine maiden

Flight: An extension beyond physical flight seen with many of Gensokyo’s residents. Reimu’s ability allows her to fly through life with extraordinary intuition and luck, seemingly putting her in the path of least resistance unless she acts with impure/arrogant motives or gets distracted by something else.

Fantasy Nature: The final form of Reimu’s ability of flight- Fantasy Nature- allows her to float away from reality and become impossible to hit, making her capable of defeating everything from threats to pressure, stress, and most notably, gravity. This was considered too powerful to use against opponents for a long time until Marisa gave it a name and time limit to make it a regulation-legal spell card, which allows opponents to time it out and win the duel by dodging it. If her opponent can time out this bullet hell attack, she is forced to concede as per the rules if she either (A) has no more spell cards to declare, or (B) she and her opponent(s) aren’t actively engaged in close-quarters fisticuffs that render spell cards as secondary special attacks and only ending said fight once someone is out cold. In any fight where spell cards are declarable, this ability is essentially her Last Word; her strongest spell card and her final attack in a standard danmaku battle.

Hakurei Heritage: As the current Hakurei Shrine Maiden, Reimu can handle the clan’s Yin-Yang Orbs as effective weapons against youkai. She is also versed in youkai extermination techniques and other duties common with shrine maidens such as performing rituals and blessings. Reimu is also capable of channeling the gods of Gensokyo as part of her lineage, but her lack of training makes her unable to do it reliably. In the latter case, she usually fails. She also doesn’t know the identity of her shrine’s deity, which somewhat hinders her faith collection.

Barriers: A series of techniques involving magical barriers which Reimu can channel as a utility for numerous situations. This ability also makes her capable of- while uncommon in necessity on the surface- dismantling other barriers and seals that seem too complex for magicians like Marisa and Patchouli, as well as maintaining the Great Hakurei Barrier on the outskirts of Gensokyo.

Gaps: For the duration of the Urban Legend Incidents at least until the end of the Perfect Possession Incident, Reimu could open gaps similar to the ones used by Yukari as an ability gained that was based on the “Gap Woman” urban legend, where she can use them in her attacks or to use them as portals. It’s unknown if she can still do this, though many suggest that this ability has weakened since the end of the incident.

Skills: Rudimentary athleticism, a mean-looking Ascension Kick, capable of making food for herself or an entire festival if she has one

Possessions:

Yin-Yang Orbs: Divine heirloom artifacts that harness the power of Hakurei Shrine’s deity to exterminate youkai either as standalone projectiles or as a means to shoot danmaku. They can only be used by blood members of the Hakurei clan, in which Reimu is the clan’s latest descendant.

Gohei: A purification rod created by Rinnosuke by tying folded paper to a short wooden pole, often used by Reimu when performing Shinto rituals and exorcisms. She also uses it as a melee weapon when youkai and/or fairies are in melee range either after pissing her off enough, or if they’re in her way while she’s investigating an incident.

Ofuda: Small paper talismans/charms with anti-youkai properties, often used in massive quantities as danmaku. They’re each imbued with the Hakurei Shrine’s deity’s power of exorcising youkai… even if Reimu doesn’t know (or care to know) the name of her deity.

Persuasion Needles: Large throwing needles often used for their divine connections and ease in throwing as danmaku in battles, most likely created by Kogasa as of recently.

Red Fabric Tubes: Hair accessories to be worn on her sidelocks.

Red Ribbon: A large red ribbon on the back of her head to tie back her hair. Her signature accessory.

Shrine Maiden Uniform: Reimu’s traditional uniform consisting of a red skirt, red sleeveless shirt with a white collar, a yellow (can sometimes be blue or other colors) ribbon to tie along the shirt, and white detached sleeves, also created by Rinnosuke. She wears this ensemble daily regardless of whether someone needs her help as a shrine maiden because she works hard in maintaining her shrine when she’s not hardly working.

Blue Shrine Maiden Uniform: One identical shrine maiden uniform complete with ribbons and all similar to the above two items, but with a blue color scheme instead of red. The alternate color scheme was proposed to commemorate her supposed mastery over god-summoning, but she still has much to learn from her incomplete training.

Black Clogs: Traditional black shoes to protect her feet, standard production. They’re cheap enough for Reimu to buy.

Donation Box: A large wooden donation box, used to collect donations and offerings from visitors for her services as her main source of income. She values this box greatly as a means of supporting herself to both survive financially and enjoy life’s finer points, and really hates it when others fake her out when donating to her or mess with her box in general.

Muse-Specific Headcanons:

Reimu makes just enough money from donations and providing her services as a shrine maiden to afford food and maintain her shrine, sometimes a little bit more when Yukari plays the role of her benefactor or when she holds a festival

Her definitions of exorcism and extermination change depending on the context. These definitions are sometimes violent, but they’re usually non-lethal and more of a way to tell them to stop what they’re doing because they’re causing problems, unless it pertains specifically to humans becoming youkai intentionally. That’s the exception.

Her shrine is almost always prone to collapse and spontaneous destruction (explosion, implosion, combustion, danmaku, pranks, theft, etc) for some of the most ridiculous reasons imaginable. This risk of destruction is as bad as the risk of random spontaneous destruction that constantly overlooks the Scarlet Devil Mansion, although luck is a major factor in whether this happens or not.

She admits she isn’t always perfect, but that she’s more of a specialist in her field

She has a branch shrine on her property that associates with Moriya Shrine to gather faith, although it’s not considerably big

Reimu has summoned Suwako several times while trying to hone her god-summoning abilities. Most of them were accidents, but at least one instance was intentional. The two are aware of each other’s presences, and the relationship is mildly positive due to Reimu’s maintenance of a branch shrine for Moriya Shrine. As a result, Suwako sometimes attempts to train Reimu herself to limited efficiency.

Reimu somehow formed a friendship with a tengu named Rei Futsubasa mainly because they share one common trait: chronic anger caused by work stress. They like to talk about ways to manage stress and achieve tranquility.

Blog-Specific Lore Notes:

Reimu has attended the 2nd Multiverse Fighting Tournament as a spectator with Sunny, Luna, Star, Cirno, Daiyousei, and Nitori after Star Sapphire stole her donation box

Only aware of the Parallel Satellite Incident after being informed of it during a personal visit to Renko and Maribel’s now-occupied “apartment” which used to be a kappa’s warehouse in the Human Village, and pledged her willingness to cooperate in resolving it during the investigation

After an accident during a Lunar New Year festival of 2024 that started a series of events known as the Resolvers Incident, she along with Marisa, Youmu, Patchouli, Koakuma, Shinmyoumaru, and Alice got involved with the Frost Miko Incidents and Beasts’ Menagerie Incident after being gapped across time into multiple different realms beyond Gensokyo. This RP blog takes place after the Frost Miko Incidents were resolved, but she along with the others are willing to answer questions about it. Yes, the shrine collapsed at the start of it all. No, the Beasts’ Menagerie Incident hasn’t been resolved yet.

Reimu is currently leading the investigation of the West Mountain with Marisa

Reimu and Youmu worked together to resolve the Duck Incident and cater to a crow tengu party

Reimu was asked by Sunny Milk to help her bring back the sun during the Frozen Peak Incident

While Aya was planning to apply as a judge for the 3rd Multiverse Fighting Tournament after a sudden commission request forced Alice to concede the application form to her, resurfacing news of Kotaro’s “unpaid dues to Hakurei Shrine” resulted in Aya handing off the application to Reimu.

Spell Cards:

*intended solely for use in close-quarters fights where Spell Cards are considered secondary special attacks

**can be utilized as a special attack in close combat, but mainly utilized for longer range danmaku fights

***spell card with known secondary uses besides combat

Spirit Sign “Fantasy Seal” (“Dream Seal”)**/*** (secondary in MI - penalty)

Spirit Sign “Fantasy Seal -Spread-” (“Dream Seal -Spread-”)

Spirit Sign “Fantasy Seal -Concentrate-” (“Dream Seal -Concentrate-”)

Spirit Sign “Dream Orb”**

Spirit Sign “Yin-Yang Sign”

Spirit Sign “Hakurei Illusion”

Spirit Sign “Fantasy Seal -Circle-” (“Dream Seal -Circle-”)*

Spirit Sign “Fantasy Seal -Dreamfinite-” (“Dream Seal -Dreamfinite-”)*

Spirit Sign “Dream Cherry Blossom Seal”

Spirit Sign “Indiscriminate Exorcism Without Reason”*

Spirit Sign “Wild Yin-Yang Dance Without Reason”*

Spirit Sign “Extraordinarily Absurd Indiscriminate Exorcism”*

Scattered Spirit “Fantasy Seal -Worn-” (“Dream Seal -Worn-”)

Migrating Spirit “Fantasy Seal -Marred-” (“Dream Seal -Marred-”)

Divine Spirit “Dream Seal”*

Divine Spirit “Fantasy Seal -Blink-” (“Dream Seal -Blink-”)**

Dream Sign “Evil-Sealing Circle”**

Dream Sign “Wild Exorcism Dance”

Dream Sign “Duplex Barrier”*** (secondary in MI - reward)

Dream Sign “Dream Dimensional Rift”

Divine Arts “Omnidirectional Demon-Binding Circle”

Divine Arts “Omnidirectional Dragon-Slaying Circle”**

Divine Arts “Omnidirectional Oni-Binding Circle”**

Divine Arts “Sky-Conquering Wind God Kick”*

Treasure Sign “Yin-Yang Treasured Orb”*

Treasure Sign “Dancing Yin-Yang Orbs”*

Holy Relic “Yin-Yang Kishin Orb”*

Sign I “Dream Orb Sting”*

Sign II “Yin-Yang Scattering”*

Sign III “Exorcising Border”*

Power Sign “Yin-Yang King Piece”*

Dream Battle “Illusionary Moon”*

Dream Land “Great Duplex Barrier”**

Boundary “Duplex Danmaku Barrier”

Great Barrier “Hakurei Danmaku Barrier”

Jewel Sign “Orbs of Light, Cast into Shade”*

Prayer “Disaster-Dispelling Prayer”*

Barrier “Expanding Barrier”*

Barrier “Paparazzi-Repelling Barrier”

Barrier “Seams of the Tumultuous World” (Occult)*

Barrier “Fantasy Boundary Crack” (Occult)*

Amulet “Youkai Repelling Charm”*

Talisman “Exorcism of the Newspaper Subscription Solicitors”

Treasure “Yin-Yang Asuka’i”*

Charm “Shrine Prosperity Prayer Talismans”*

Charm “Fantastic High-Speed Prayer Talismans”*

Charm “Anti-Youkai Houi-Yoke Prayer”*

“Most Evil Surprise Miko Orbs”*

Bewitched Weapon “Merciless Purification Rod”

Needle Sign “Needles to Seal the Lunar Nobles” (Occult)*

“The Donation Closest to Heaven”

“Danmaku Millionaire”

Petroleum “Polluted Wild Yin-Yang Dance”*

Blood Curse “Indiscriminate Curse-Killing Exorcism”*

Blood Curse “Bloodstained Wild Yin-Yang Dance”*

“Full House Amulets: Bullet Money Bonus Packets”

Finishers, Last Words & Impossible Spell Cards

“Persuasion Needle” (Impossible Spell Card)

Mikuji “Rule Violation Barrier” (Impossible Spell Card)

Untitled “Flying Mysterious Shrine Maiden”*

“Lurking Boundary Spirits and the Mysterious Shrine Maiden”*

“The Most Powerful and Fortuitous Shrine Maiden of Incident Resolution”*

“A Lid of Violence Atop the Former Hell of Blood Pools”*

*To Think There’d be a Shrine Maiden in That Gap!* (Occult Last Word)*

“Fantasy Nature” (“Innate Dream”) (Last Word)**

Shared Spell Cards:

“Faith-Augmentation Prayer Ceremony” (Toyosatomimi no Miko)*

“Main Two Religions’ Nine-Syllable Self-Defense” (Byakuren Hijiri)*

“Great Menreiki Expulsion” (Miko and Byakuren)*

“Trinity Religion Finale” (Miko and Byakuren)*

Barrier “The Home Where One Lays to Rest” (Likely derived from Yukari Yakumo)*

Spirit Hawk Sign “Dream Seal Hunting Done by a Hawk” (Kasen Ibaraki)*

Wind Spirit Sign “Iwafune Kawarake Seal” (Mononobe no Futo)*

Star Spirit Sign “Sprinkle Star Seal” (Marisa Kirisame)*

Needle Spark Sign “Needle Spark to Seal the Lunar Nobles” (Marisa)*

Shin Trichromatic Lotus Butterfly (Marisa)

Thunder Spirit Sign “Mukou’s Thunder Shot Dream Seal” (Kasen)*

Dragon Kick Sign “Dragon’s Asuka’i Kick” (Kasen)*

Perfect Possession and Dream Seal” (Yukari Yakumo)*

“Boundary of Master Spirit Medium and Slave Divine Spirit” (Yukari)*

“Sneak-Photographer’s Exorcism Master Spark” (Marisa)

“Sneak-Photographer’s Exorcism From the Back” (Okina Matara)

“Unauthorized Danmaku Photography is Strictly Prohibited” (Yukari)

“Crow’s Darkness” (Aya Shameimaru’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

“The Underside of Uncommon Sense” (Yukari’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

“Gathering Spiritual Flowers” (Suika Ibuki’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

[wanou-dorm]

HSA- Chung Ae Chul

Hourglass Station academy -@fumikomiyasaki

Hollejigoku -@sakuramidnight15

SOAP-@forestwispocs

Name: Chung Ae Chul

Based on: Queen of Hatred( Lobo corp )/ Fairy Knight Tristan( Baobahn Sith) ( Fate )

Race: Unknown but he’s definitely isn’t a Demon or Human .

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Male

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 17-19

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆:January 4

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻:Capricorn

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 176 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Gray / Yellow when Beserk

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Light blue and highlights change color with Emotion usally pink

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Hollejigoku(performance)

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: First Year

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 1-E

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student and Nuance

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: MovieClub

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Social Media / Management Sexuality: Pansexual /Polyamorus ( Everyone Deserve my Love…right?)

Homeland:Alpha beta City … Also may have Escaped from SOAP.

𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Right

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Lollipop , The Love and Hate From other beings , The Flesh of Demons

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: “ icky Gross Demon Food, bleck “

Likes: His friend(Knight of Despair , Queen of Hatred, Servant of Wrath ), Helping people , Magic, Flynn for some reason

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: not Being able to help , his poor Memory, his Clusmyness, His bad side , Ronnie

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Making Magical Girl Costumes , Sidren got him into Superheroes … why

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Throwing people out,Dancing , Magic tricks

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:Chung Ae is a someone who seems Really Innocent on the surface , He enjoys Helping people even though his “ Help” usally makes more of a mess. He seems Really out of place in Hollejigoku . Chung Ae is Super nice And unapologetically Sweet its like he Hides very Little of his personality and Peppy get up and go Attitude .However Chung Ae is not one to be Messed with Refusing his Help and having nothing to do for to long can cause Chung Ae to go abit insane due His Parents Messed way of praising him for …Taking people off the Census so his Peppy Personality is Really Contrasted by some of the Violent act he dose .Mainly because having something to do keeps What he Calls “the Voices” From coming back . If Chung Ae Is having particularly bad episodes he may start becoming Despondent and mumbling nonsense about being useful and If he's really worth having in the Dorm full of actual Demons. If this isn't Addressed than you’ll have to Play Real time Lobotomy Corporation if starts he starts attacking people unprovoked ..

Unique Magic

In the Name of Love and Hate Unknown in what it Does , It's Seems to be a type.of Magic that can Harm Demons and other Creatures like them .

Trivia

- like Zorion his birthday is Based on Queen of Hatreds containment number.

Chung Ae isn't Really liked by many Dorm members due to his Peppy personality , He doesn't like many people here either, he's though about Transferring in but Realizes in with his Condition Hollejigoku is kinda the only option . Else he’d been Back with Soap again in and he Hates SOAP.

He's Kinda made hints to to his Past , that his Family was Messed up even before the “Light “ happened.

Zorion is Pretty protective over him, As Hollejigoku People can come off as Mean.Especially to Chung Ae ‘s Messed up head from living on the Street of AlphaBeta city .

He is often Stated to be Annoying by Other Hollejigoku members . Often Stating his Helpfulness is annoying and Some even calling him a Weebo due to his Obsession with Magical Girl Anime .

Chung Ae ‘s Favorite Anime seems to be Very Similar to Madoka Magica.

Voice Claim: Sinclair (Limbus Company)

[ausrache]

[ 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙢 . . . ] honkai star rail verse.

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PATH: equilibrium ELEMENT: quantum WEAPON(S): chains & zedara throwing knives. SPLASH ART COMPANION QUEST PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | FINAL

Character Story: Part 1

"what a beautiful voice." even amidst the seasoned artists, a star would shine. however, a star that was born among the final days of her home could never fully bloom. & thus, wherever god went . . . her song would follow, a song of broken houses, of tears & blood & of goodbyes unsaid. it almost seemed as if god didn't want to be god. it was strange. shouldn't one be thankful for their power?

when one would ask god about her songs, she would evade the question & tend to other tasks. "there is nothing to be said." she would dismiss & walk away, leaving one almost feeling empty with answers left in the dark.

god didn't talk much to us while she visited our home, however, her amount of help could probably never be grasped into words, anyways. there were so many things that we didn't know about the universe that laid outside our world but with her help, we could achieve moving forward. she always said: "you all have to matter. only then nothing would matter & proper balance is restored."

she disappeared one night without a word.

— aley zhand, resident of oaste.

Character Story: Part 2

i wonder if she really was god. our elders insisted on it, saying that only god could have prevented the fire to come raining down upon our world. but when i looked at her; i saw nothing more than a young woman who rather kept to herself than talk to others. even when we celebrated her, she seemed uncomfortable. she was so tense & almost flinched when our elder called her god. it was almost uncomfortable to look at.

after all, gods wouldn't feel uncomfortable at being called what they are, right?

so, i visited her after that celebration. i was curious to learn more about her & what she really was. however, when i arrived — she was already packing her belongings to move on. crimson eyes spotted me amidst the shadows, silently asking: 'what are you doing here?' now it had been my time to flinch. perhaps, this was the night i would die, having incited the wrath of a god never came with fortune.

"what . . . are you really god?"

she looked surprised. i think she didn't expect me to question her. and then, for the first time since she had visited us, i saw something akin to emotion on her face. she was smiling at me. it was a tense smile, almost as if she had been begging to be released. and then she simply moved over to me, passing me to walk through the door.

"i am just a number."

— anonymous recount.

Character Story: Part 3

"zero sixteen . . . if you could have remained as silent as THEY are, we wouldn't have gotten into this mess."

she still remembers to this day her first apprehension by the IPC. they are a sore in THEIR eyes & thus, they are one within hers. they go against everything that balance, total equilibrium strives for — creating chaos, imbalance & horrors wherever they go. zero sixteen was a name, or more so a number, given to her by the IPC because she was the sixteenth arbitrator to be formally recorded. the youngest one, potentially, though, she wouldn't know for she traveled alone.

the IPC was an enemy of balance & thus, they were an enemy of zero sixteen.

regarded as a young woman by many, the emanator was potentially thrice as old as most who regarded her when she was first apprehended. the time of her tome flowed differently than here. it tasted differently. it felt differently.

she would only remain within their captivity for a day before she broke out once more; carrying chains & throwing knives with her. the finest steel that could slice through anything with ease; it had once been a gift.

it was the only thing that she carried with her from back then. not even her name remained within her grasp.

she was forever just a number, living for equilibrium.

Character Story: Part 4

"aquamarine skies . . . warmth . . . happy faces wherever you went. it was a tiny world but . . . it was our world."

"mommy, do you think i could ever sing with them?" the young girl with raven hair & crimson eyes looked up to her mother, smiling from ear to ear while the tunes of her favorite artist flowed through the air. she was like the perfect copy of both her mother & father; onyx colored hair with pretty white strands & the most vibrant red eyes that alpha zedara ever saw.

"maybe! your father & i will always root for you, ▋▋▋▋▋ " her mother would reply with a gentle smile, ruffling through those wild tresses of her daughter. "now come! help me carry those in, yeah?" bending down to pick up a huge basket filled with various vegetables, the elder woman laughed as she saw the young girl rushing to do the same, yet struggling quite a bit.

"not so fast! this is not a race, my dear !" & despite her claims, her mother could only laugh as she watched her one & only child race ahead to where their house was located. she had always been so full of energy.

but then she stopped.

"what is . . . this?" crimson irises focused on a . . . stone? a thing. it was as dark as the night sky. no, even darker. darker than her hair or that of her parents. it was embedded within the soil where her mother's beloved flowers grew. it almost looked alive? why was there heat emanating from it? slowly would she remove the basket from her hands, crouching down & reaching for it . . .

her mother's voice still rings clear as day within her ears:

"NO, DON'T TOUCH IT!"

zero sixteen touches her gloved hand, flinching at the mere thought of what had happened so many years ago. the shadows had touched her & forever embedded themselves into her skin, leaving it raw until she would die some day.

thus, no matter where she went — alpha zedara, her home, was always with her.

[boltslutters]

I wanna be bbf with an obelisk so bad. I gotta know the complete family lore, what's the deal with the other obelisks? And how are rats involved? 

CW: gore (because it never ends with these guys)

The two little rats are my affectionate names for two characters in a comic I'm trying and failing to make.

They are ALL-EFR3 and Bones respectively.

As for being friends with an obelisk, the best I gotta give you is the False Second, MAYBE SAQ and No.2. Everyone else is either too hostile or too uninterested for being friend-quality.

False Second was one of the heirs created by FoAQ, made in the image of SAQ. False Second was notably a lot more curious than the wrathful False First or the passive False Third. When False First became FiAQ, it tried to kill both of its siblings as its first act of revenge.

Well, False Second was found, dying, by a guy who'd kept dealing one too many times with wildly illicit substances and had spent a couple decades in a time prison.

Let's make note here: due to historically really hostile behavior, messing with the towers or the stuff they produce is illegal under the UFSS. Bitjack here is a citizen under UFSS and what he did was illegal. What xe did was bring False Second back to xers place, fixed up False Second to the best of xers ability, eventually trained it and used it like an ox and help xer out in transport.

False Second had to be largely kept secret because of its illegality, but it did get a little disguise that helped Bitjack to control it and make it look less like a tower. (I dont have an image sorry).

Bitjack and False Second had to evade the authorities when they started realizing something was up with Bitjack's new vehicle. This would eventually lead to a chase where FiAQ tracked down False Second and ate it.

No.2 was one of three towers that actually managed to speak (SAQ, FoAQ and a half, and No.2). No.2 was from a different universe, a much smaller one where there was a group of like, 11 main gods called Pillars and their arcana. There was no arcana for No.2's... thing and it was sometimes referred to as Pillar Corruption despite being nothing like a Pillar.

No.2 (right) discusses its worldview to TAQ (left), who's going to eat it.

No.2 was much more personal with its "arcana" than any other pillar, notably because it was much smaller and No.2 was closer to mortals than it was to the Pillars. It was notably fluent in its language, but had an inconsistent, scratchy voice.

Finally, there's not much on SAQ, it rarely if ever speaks and it mostly deals with mortals in the contractual "Give me food and I'll give you whatever weird shit I found today," but it briefly found and toyed with a recently-corrupted Illizyka, who had recently found out the world was so much bigger than she expected.

(This was supposed to be comedic. Their interaction is much more "Illi running away terrified for its life and SAQ herding/toying with it to its home universe).

Skimming over the other obelisks, TAQ helped another governmental body take down Titatiaraum and ate No.2, FoAQ and a half mostly hid in a cavern and would yell at people to GET OUT, FiAQ was a horrible menace and got melded into a symbol of chaos along with 4 other poor unfortunate suckers, and No.1 tried to attack the Pillars, only to have its organs pulled out and strung up as an example.

[ulmo80]

📚Books I've read in 2023📚

1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, F. Scott Fitzgerald

2. The Quiet Gentleman, Georgette Heyer

3. The Turn of the Screw, Henry James

4. The Book of Magic, Alice Hoffman

5. Abaddon's Gate, James S. A. Corey

6. The Blue Castle, L. M. Montgomery

7. Cibola Burn, James S. A. Corey

8. The Adventures of Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi

9. The Foundling, Georgette Heyer

10. Hamlet, William Shakespeare

11. Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne

12. Dangerous Women, Anthology Edited by George R. R. Martin

13. Artemis, Andy Weir

14. The Miserable Mill, Lemony Snicket

15. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

16. The Last Olympian, Rick Riordian

17. Gerald's Game, Stephen King

18. Mirror in the Mirror: A Labyrinth, Michael Ende

19. The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

20. Nemesis Games, James S. A. Corey

21. Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

22. The Austere Academy, Lemony Snicket

23. Rogues, Anthology Edited by George R. R. Martin

24. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

25. Babylon's Ashes, James S. A. Corey

26. Arabella, Georgette Heyers

27. The Ersatz Elevator, Lemony Snicket

28. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood

29. Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

30. The Vile Village, Lemony Snicket

31. The Hostile Hospital, Lemony Snicket

32. Fire and Blood, George R.R. Martin

33. Anne of Ingleside, L. M. Montgomery

34. Rainbow Valley, L. m. Montgomery

35. The Carnivorous Carnival, Lemony Snicket

36. Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams

37. Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

38. The Slippery Slope, Lemony Snicket

39. The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann

40. The Grim Grotto, Lemony Snicket

41. Project Hail Mary, Andy Weir

42. A Civil Contract, Georgette Heyer

43. The Penultimate Peril, Lemony Snicket

44. The End, Lemony Snicket

45. The Angel of Darkness, Caleb Carr

46. Y colocín, colorado... Tú, David Safier

47. The Hitchshiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

48. The Chestnut Man, Søren Sveistrup

49. El Juego del Ángel (The Angel's Game), Carlos Ruiz Zafón

50. The Prison of Freedom, Michael Ende

51. Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, Chrétien de Troyes and Godefroi de Leigni

52. A Room with a View, E. M. Foster

53. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole

54. La Cocinera de Castamar (The Cook of Castamar), Fernando J. Núñez

55. Sleeping Beauties, Stephen King & Owen King

56. Love Among the Chickens, P. G. Wodehouse

57. The King's Man, Elizabeth Kingston

58. 1984, George Orwell

59. My family and other animals, Gerald Durrell

60. The Princess Bride, William Goldman

61. Birds, Beasts and Relatives, Gerald Durrrell

62. The Garden of the Gods, Gerald Durrell

63. Dead Until Dark, Charlaine Harris

64. Living Dead in Dallas, Charlaine Harris

65. Club Dead, Charlaine Harris

66. Rivers of London, Ben Aaronovitch

67. Dead to the World, Charlaine Harris

68. Dead as a Doornail, Charlaine Harris

69. Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris

70. All Together Dead, Charlaine Harris

71. From Dead to Worse, Charlaine Harris

72. Dead and Gone, Charlaine Harris

73. Moon Over Soho, Ben Aaronovitch

74. Dead in the Family, Charlaine Harris

75. A Touch of Dead, Charlaine Harris

76. Kiki's Delivery Service, Eiko Kadono

77. Whispers Under Ground, Ben Aaronovitch

78. The Inimitable Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse

79. Persepolis Rising, James S. A. Corey

80. Cranford, Elizabeth Gaskell

81. El Silencio del Asesino, Concha López Narváez. I read it because one of my students asked me. She had to read it for school (she's in 9nth grade), and want for me to explain her the end because she got confussed and doubted her reading comprhension. It's a murder mystery withouth the mystery, omniscient narrator that's a jumping POV, and the cheapest plot twists at the end. It was painful, a mess. Poor girl, of course she was confussed.

82. Drive, James S. A. Corey

83. The Churn, James S. A. Corey

84. The Butcher of Anderson Station, James S. A. Corey

85. The Last Flight of the Cassandra, James S. A Corey

86. Tiamat's Wrath, James S. A. Corey

87. Gods of Risk, James S. A. Corey

88. The Vital Abyss, James S. A. Corey

89. Strange Dogs, James S. A. Corey

90. Auberon, James S. A. Corey

91. Cotillion, Georgette Heyer

92. The Great Gastby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

[jrpneblog]

Heck of a job on his hands

A new era starts at Deepdale on Saturday afternoon as Paul Heckingbottom takes charge of his first game as North End manager with a tough looking tie against Luton. Heck has only been here since Tuesday so we must give our new man plenty of tme to sort out the wheat from the chaff and make the side look something like his own. There may well be one or two ins and outs next week as North End charge towards the transfer deadline joint bottom of the Championship with those two defeats against Sheffield United and Swansea, the latter seeing the hasty departure of Mike Marsh as interim manager. There is no doubt that Paul has got a hell of a job on his hands turning round a toxic Deepdale and a playing squad who have known nothing but defeat since early April under the guidance of the previous manager.

Last Saturday was just about as bad as it has been for the last six months with a shocker of a defeat 0-3 at Swansea with North End looking relegation candidates from the first kick to the last. We started ok, we always do, however the home side got on top and took the lead via a needless penalty conceded by Lindsay. After the break we once again started brightly and it was fairly even up to the hour mark when Swansea made it two with a deflected shot and from that moment on North End were down and out and although the third goal came near the end it had looked on the cards for a while with North End looking all at Sea. The players felt the wrath of the fans at the end and it is a very long time since I have seen the loyal away following as angry as that at the end of the game.

So the new dawn breaks with a visit from the Hatters who were relegated from the Premiership in May after putting up a fairly decent show in their time in the top flight. Having said all that the vistors come to Deepdale with just one point on the board from their first two games having been thumped 1-4 at home by Burnley in their opening fixture before playing out a 0-0 draw at Fratton Park last week against Portsmouth. However they should not be underestimated and North End will do well to take something from the game with all the upheaval at Deepdale over the last few weeks. All eyes will be on the new manager and what players and formation he selects but I think, whatever happens, that we should give him and the boys 100% backing as the blackboard was wiped clean on Tuesday morning.

Following on from the game against Luton we visit the Exercise Stadium on Tuesday evening and our first ever meeting against Harrogate Town in the second round of the Carabao Cup. It is a game that North End should win but it will also be a chance for Heck to have a look at some of the players not involved against Luton as he starts to paint the picture of what his squad looks like and who he wants to stay and who he wants to go. Harrogate will no doubt welocme North End to West Yorkshire but it will be a tough encounter agaisnt the Sulphurites and North End will need to treat them with the respect they deserve if they are to move into the last 32 of the competition.

And finally this week:- I make no apology for re-iterating the need to give the manager the time he deserves to sort this mess out left by Lowe and his methods, or lack of them. If North End can sort themselves out and be in mid-table by Christmas then that would be progress in my book. The January transfer window may well be busier than usual for North End with thirteen players out of contract next Summer and plenty of ins and outs on the horizon. It is a long time since I looked forward to a game as much as the Luton one but after all the garbage we have watch in 2024 I feel re-invigorated and ready to go again. Good luck to Paul Heckingbottom and Stuart McCall and lets hope yours are the names that people talk about in Preston in 50 years time.

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MATCH PREDICTION -

LUTON TOWN (H) League - Score draw

HARROGATE TOWN (A) Carabao Cup - Away win

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JR`s HIGH FIVES

Hull to beat Millwall 29/20

A £5 Stake returns £12.25 on bet365

SEASONS STATS

Returns £00.00 Stake £10.00

Percentage profit+/-loss - 100.00%

Predictions 2 won 0 lost 2

[lemonandlime22]

Idk if your requests are open but if they are, could you do headcanons with [Yuu] just with the overblot people and then for [whatever reason], they scold or make fun of them and they just reply with "Says the one who got beaten by a [12 - 14] year old." (Cuz I think you have to be like 15/16 to be a freshman/first year? Idk, correct me if I'm wrong)

I thought their faces would be funny when the realization of the fact a child stopped their blot

(I did get this from when I was reading your bitey child! [Yuu] and I love the bitey child cuz I was that kid <3)

Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil reaction to a cocky little Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, violence towards yuu

A/N: yeah you got the ages right, all the first years are 16. Btw I have a character limit of 4, so I just did the first 4 overblot guys.

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Riddle

Poor boys pride is already so wounded

give him a break.

Ok, what happened to lead up to this,

you, Grim, and the Adeuce duo were messing around in the heartslabyul gardens when you probably broke something or messed up a rose bush in front of Riddle

and those assholes ended up running away when he confronted you guys

leaving you to face Riddles scolding.

You got p annoyed.

So when the scolding was finally over, you just oh so quietly mumbled,

" says the brat who got his ass kicked by a 13 year old... "

"wHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-"

His face was so fucking red, it rivaled his overblot face.

an let's just say you nearly had your head cut off

and I'm not talking about his unique magic.

You got a hole 'nother few hours of scolding

and quite a tight collar that stayed on for a few days.

Ace and Grim got a good kick out of this btw

Deuce was very apologetic and even tried to help smooth things over with Riddle for you

it didn't work.

Leona

HA!

yes keep insulting the manchild >:D

*cough*

Anyway,

this starts the like most other interactions with him do

you interrupting his nap in some way or another

you can pick which way you did this time.

Now, he was having a p rough day

Ruggie wouldn't let him sleep through classes

so he was extra pissed when he got woken up and put what little energy he had left into threatening you with death or smth

and when there was finally a break in his ranting you snarked back at him,

"HA! like you ever could, your ass got wiped by a magicless kid in less than like 30 minutes!"

....

silence....

man was too stunned to speak.

I don't think I can express enough the absolute WRATH that was radiating from off him

you rly started to regret what you said

especially since he looked like he was going to actually kill you

and he was.

You got really lucky when Jack was able to catch his hand mid air

yeah...

this fucker was literally going strangle you if it wasn't for Jack having been looking for you.

Jack wasted no time dragging you out of there and far away from Leona

and for a long time it's going to be rly fuckin tense between you and Leona...

You also got one hell of a scolding from Jack.

Azul

Same thing I said in Riddle's

his pride is already in shambles

and you and the tweels are not helping one bit.

So on to what happened,

you were bored so you decided to check out the clubs after school

and your first stop was the board game club.

eh? eh? get it? wink wink nudge nudge??

ok ill stop..

Idia basically scurried to the corner of the room to play on his phone when you came in and Azul was more than happy to possibly teach a brat underclassmen.

As you know, Azul can get pretty cocky sometimes

and this was one of those times,

he was talking smack

blabbering on and on about how easy this is for him and how he should prob go as easy on you as he could if he wanted you to have any chance of winning

also kinda giving some hints at giving you lessons for using Ramshackle on the weekends

so naturally you,

being the lil sassy bitch you are <3, snapped back,

"Mhm, sure, says the fish that was outwitted and beaten up by a tween and their rat bastard band of friends!"

there was a moment of silence,,,

that was quickly broken by Idia bursting into a short laugh at Azul.

The poor octopus wasn't expecting such a clap back

epically not one regarding his overblot

he may or may not have teared up a little bit...

He was also p upset obv

so he just grabbed his phone and made a call

"Hey Floyd-"

and you booked it out of there.

Floyd did chase you a little later on at the request of Azul.

Jamil

Jeez-

he's doing best man 😔.

You were going to meet up with Ace and Deuce after their clubs and Ace's was usually finished before Deuce's so you went to go wait for him and then get Deuce together

but you accidentally got there early

and you know that means

more waiting!!

yay!

I hope you can tell this is complete sarcasm

so you were just waiting on the bleachers watching the basketball club members practice when the ball hit you straight in the face

causing you to get a nosebleed...

ouch,,

Ace and Floyd were on the ground laughing their ass's off

Jamil went to go get the ball and make sure your nose wasn't broken

dw I googled it, a nose can bleed without being broken

and even tho he is trying to be a better person he was still a very sassy person

so ofc he made a joking snide remark about you being a little brat or smth

and you ofc snapped back with,

"Well, in case you forgot, this 'little brat' kicked your snake butt with three fish and a cat!"

and he just walked away

you were very stunned, you expected him to at least glare at you

but I guess you really can't compla-

*SMACK*

oop-

spoke too soon I guess....

Now you definitely have a broken nose...

he hit you as hard as he could with the ball btw.

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[pampasdookie]

How the seven deadly sins + Elizabeth and hawk would take care of a baby🧷🧸🍼 (part.4)

A baby babysits another baby

King

"S-sure,i will take care of him/her for you"

King seems the type that thinks babies are cute(as a King of the fairies,he probably had to bless fairies babies or something)but he is too nervous to hold one for too long. King also doesn't know what to do if a baby cry,probably hand it over to the parents or for one of the sins asking for help. He would be too careful,at everything,but also very docile.

He would hold the baby very thighyl,because he's afraid to let him/her fall off his harms. King would not let the baby touch on things that he might think it's dangerous,like a bottle of beer,some furniture with sharp corner,he would probably build or improvise a playpen with some toys he would pick from the baby bag or himself sewed.

Meliodas:King,calm down,you're squeezing him/her like that!

Merlin:Captain is right,King,he/she will not fall off your arms!

King:I'm afraid,he/she is so tiny,and cute and fragile,I don't wanna to risk!

Feeding time,he would play little airplane(or little dragon,because it's the middle age),and hold a napkin close to the baby's mouth. King hopes that the baby don't make a big mess,as he also hold the plate far from the baby chair,so the little one don't reach it.

King would change a diaper using his chastiefol pillow like a change table(with a blanket to lay the baby down)He's is also very carefully so the baby don't touch the dirty diaper. He feel a little disgusted,but less than Meliodas and Ban. While cleaning the baby,he talks to him/her like they are listening,things like "am I doing this right?","i think we need more wipes",i think I dropped to much powder",things like that. He also make sure to clean the baby's feet and apply skin moisturizer if necessary.

He uses his chastiefol for many things,so for playtime isn't different,he turn it until a bear and carry him/her on it. He would try peek-a-boo with the baby(then he transforms on his human form on the peek-a-boo,and scares the baby unintentionally). Without needing the chastiefol,he would hug the baby the baby tight and fly above the grass,and pretend to be a dragon,while Diane run with them pretending to be a dragon too. King makes some toys and also clothes to him/her. If the baby was a boy,he would make a little sailor costume,if was a girl,he would make a adorable dress.

Sleepytime,King also will be tired,put he try to put the baby to sleep. He would feed her a bottle and talk with her some silly things,like his love for Diane or something about how is the Fairy Kingdom. So he lay down with the baby on his lap in the chastiefol and sing a lullaby or tell him/her some bedtime stories from his folklore. He probably fall sleep with the baby. Diane and Elizabeth think that it's so cute,and Meliodas is just proudly about how well done King made it into babysitting.

Bonus:

King was just trying to bond with the baby,who was just staring at him,and he has no idea what to talk about. Then Diane arrives after hiking with Merlin,and takes a look on king and the baby.

Diane:Hi King! Hi (baby name)! What are you guys doing?

King:H-hi Diane! I'm trying to communicate with him/her,but I don't know what to talk about.

Meliodas:Talking is not the only way to bonding with a baby,King.

Both the sins are thinking about what to do while the sin of wrath was checking some booze from the balcony. Then a little grasshopper jumped into the window,what made Diane scream.

King:Oh no,Diane!!!!!

Meliodas:Hum....hey little one,have you ever seen a grasshopper?

King:It's not time from that,Captain!

Diane:I think I'm better....don't worry,guys.

Meliodas:Here King,hold it close to her!

King:Are you sure?

Meliodas:This makes her have contact with the nature.

Meliodas handed over the grasshopper onto king who put it in the baby's hand,holding her tight but gentle

King:Look (baby name),a grasshopper. Isn't pretty?

Baby:Aaaaaa....

Diane:Aww,i think she likes it!

Meliodas was proudly from his idea,while the baby was staring the insect in her hand.But,then,he/she tried to put it on her mouth. The three sins screamed a big "NOO!",what called attention to the other sins + Elizabeth and Hawk,who are doing other things. Luckily,King was fast enough to take the grasshopper from the baby's hand.

Elizabeth:Oh dear,what happened!?

Meliodas:The baby tried to eat a grasshopper.

Elizabeth:Oh,i see.

Happily,the baby was just fine,but wondering where her little "snack" went.Everyone there was relieved,but they decided to not tell him/her parents about that.

Oh my goodness,I love King,he's so adorable,anyways,on a scale of 1 to 10,how much would King babysat well?

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