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After Märchen Chapter 2

Welcome back, all!

We come to you with the next chapter of Tajima Ikuno’s latest series, After Märchen.

In Chapter 2, we meet more familiar faces from Brothers Grimm fairy tales. Can you guess which one we’ll meet this week? 👠

(Also available to read on our MangaDex!)

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After Märchen Chapter 1

Hello, everyone!

A new series by Tajima Ikuno, After Märchen, began publishing on the website Matogrosso a couple of months ago. We’re happy to finally bring the first chapter to you!

The story begins with a pair of brothers - Jacob and Wilhelm - who work as garbage collectors in a fairy tale land. Their job is to retrieve magical artifacts that have since served their purpose - or, to be blunt, worthless junk.

Who will be their client today…? Read on to find out!

(Also available on our MangaDex!)

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Trade Between Factions

The Girls-only Corpse Bride Faction 👰🌼 and The Fated Electric Coffin Faction ⚰️💔

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Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

Someone has to leave first. Eins knows this; he's known it his whole life. It's an old story, far older than him or any of the people around him. There is no other version.

Someone has to leave. Someone has to be left behind.

It's just unfortunate he's the one being left again.

It started with his parents, if they could be called such, and continued with the nuns at the orphanage. It trickled into the games with the children in the neighborhood, to the paper route with the older boys, to trying to catch the last bit of bread before the baker tossed it.

But the worst had been Justine.

Sweet, kind Justine, who'd loved him as though he was her own blood. Who'd loved him and left him to struggle on alone.

Eins knew, he did, that it had been beyond his ability to keep her. To make her stay with him would only have made her sad.

He knows that she didn't leave him because she wanted to. She would have stayed until every last star died before she hurt him. But watching her flicker and burn out slowly had been too much, and the blood made a constellation as he was left again.

The headstones here are weathered, weeds creeping over the inscriptions before he leans down to pull them off. It's been a while since he was here last; there's a curl of guilt in his chest that steals the breath from his lungs as he thinks of why it's been so long.

He leaves the flowers in holders, heads to the next destination on his dwindling list with a heavy heart. He recognizes the dark blonde curls before she turns to hand him the bouquet, and the crinkles at the corners of her eyes as she smiles up at him wrench his heart.

Someone has to leave first. Someone must stay behind to be left.

Eins settles himself beneath the old maple, ignoring the bench they'd had put here years ago. He pulls the bouquet to pieces as he talks, gently threading stems together until he has two neat flower crowns.

He lays one on the head of the white marble angel, runs his fingers down her cheek before he sets the other on his head, closing his eyes as he slides up the plate on the back of his neck. He'd promised he'd watch over her for as long as he could, but he was lonely.

Vittoria and Ainsley find him in the morning, the rising sun making his skin look flushed, makes the dew drops on the flowers in his hair look like glittering stars. He looks peaceful, as serene as the angel beside him, and they both let out quiet sighs as they take his hands.

He's laid six feet down, hands folded over each other, the shine of the ring on his hand bright before the lid closes. Ainsley fusses as they work on the inscription, Vittoria never breaks her stare as they install the new statue. They stand, side by side, as its finished.

Vittoria takes her sister's hand and pulls her back towards the house, glancing back once before they step through the door at the second angel now kneeling at the grave. It looks right, suddenly, as if it was always supposed to be there.

Eins may have left them behind, but he hadn't left them alone. He'd made sure they were set before he took those final steps into the after. He'd struggled so much when they'd laid Victoria to rest, and all these years, he'd watched over her unfailingly.

"You took an awfully long time, Eins."

"Well, they're as bad as you were about laundry and cups of coffee, doctor. Couldn't leave them to be how I'd found you."

"We should be going."

"Thank you, for waiting."

"Always. And Eins."

"Yeah, doctor?"

"Your hands are as cold as ever."

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Starry Night with the angel

Guess who fell into the Supernatural hell (hint: it’s me)

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Starry Night with the angel

Guess who fell into the Supernatural hell (hint: it’s me)

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Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

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Doppelganger

The age difference between Danny and Danielle in canon always confused me. Making them Chaos Twins is obviously superior. (/lh)

Bonus: Dash: “Why are your eyebrows-” Dani: “Juvie.”

(For my non native english speakers: Juvie/Juvy = Juvenile hall, Juvenile detention center, literal baby jail.)

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Kim Kassas | Into the Woods

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a man so. so very boobless and assless that you could. you could probably use him as a bookmark even. if you so desired

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Victoria's Electric Coffin — Karaoke Party

Hello all! A couple weeks ago, Tajima-sensei uploaded a cute karaoke comic to celebrate the completion of the manga on her Twitter. We hope you enjoy!