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Timeline misery, my love and pain~

MORE SERIOUSLY.

I wonder how many timeline did Yashiro "did" after the event of chapter 126 (like if killing all your friends isn't bad enough) before the timeline Akane "lived". It's more my own speculations and theory than real event evidence. But I like timeline misery a bit too much for anyone good-

Kinda a mess to explain but to summarize. Akane mention that Yashiro "saved" him and Teru by sacrificing herself and Aoi in the Red-House ("Breaking Point Timeline"). This allowed him to "break" the cycle by realizing there was a cycle and coming to "Timeline Chapter 127" just after Yashiro went back following "Event Chapter 126". Current Yashiro has no knowledge of "Breaking Point Timeline". She has not lived it yet.

But look at how broken she is in "Breaking Point Timeline"...

Really all light left her eyes. She looks like there is no point to live or hope for herself here.

It's possible that -without Akane intervention after "Event Chapter 126" and out of desesperations- she decided to directly go for the plot of "Breaking Point Timeline". After all Akane present it that way.

But Akane seems to have no prior knowledge (I mean memories here) of any of Yashiro's timeline before "Breaking Point Timeline". Correction after reviewing the chapter. He seems to remember the "OG timeline" where he gave his watch to Yashiro -the one strarting the whole mess. But why here and in no other timeline ? Is it the clock keepers form that allows it ? I need to rethink this point when my brain cools down.

Yashiro has no knowledge of any timeline after "Event Chapter 126".

This means there is a possibility of "Yashiro" having lived tens, hundreds or more timelines between the original return of "Event Chapter 126" and "Breaking Point Timeline" no one has knowledge about.

My hints about it is Aoi sacrifice. She was clearly in the plot of "Breaking plot timeline" -out of her own will even, seeing her look while holding Yashiro's hand in "Breaking point Timeline". But I clearly don't see Yashiro allowing Aoi to sacrifice herself with her on a "first try", neither manipulating her into doing it. That whole "Sacrifice in the Red-House" plot, she must have thought of it for herself alone at first. And it had failed. Perhaps again and again. Until her only hope resided in Aoi's help -who must have felt her best friend deep trouble and went with her plan without more explanation (because Yashiro can't tell anyone about the timeline thing)

How to make everything worse by thinking too much 😭

Also, for the love and laugh:

This is not a four years old. Akane, you messed up ! 😂

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It's very unfortunate how many people in fandom these days don't seem to realize that there is no right way to fandom as long as you're being respectful of others. There's so many 'But, canon didn't do that!' comments on fics, 'I hate this ship' on fanart, and tearing down of headcanons because it's 'OOC'

Some of us just want to EXPLORE POSSIBILITIES with these specific characters or the world that the creator(s) built

Some of us actually use fandom as a way to exercise our creative muscles or deep dive into aspects of craft.

Fandom going mainstream and continuing to become even more mainstream has flattened what fandom has been for so many: a space where artistic expression is combined with love for a source material.

Fans are going to do all kinds of things with canon that other fans may not understand or even like. Not every fan is going to create or create in the same way

But driving out creators is not how you keep a fandom alive

That's how you kill it

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Making yourself cry while writing angst is a whole concept.

Yes Character. I decided to write in details the overwhelming feelings you are currently having after the death of your beloved and the grieving of the future you envisioned together -because the canon barely talked about your grief and that suck. Can I please stop making myself cry over a description I added on my own free will ?

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Just realized that in all of my most developped stories, I always have at least three timeline.

The original one -which has it's lot of trauma and existential crisis, and the characters deal more or less with it.

The bad one -everything that can go wrong, goes wrong. I usually have crossover in my head where future characters of this one goes back in past trying to fix the big mess.

The good one -for healing. Everything's good here. Best outcome possible. Trauma? Original ones are healed before they cause the others. Death? What death ? Every sane character I killed because they were too sane for the plot are alive (and their presence is really the best thing that can happen for my MC-)

Everything is a matter of balance they say-

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Oria et le Prince

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“It won’t be easy.”

You pause before turning back to the Headmaster.

Gold eyes stare at you.

Usually the gracious Headmaster would comedically be making poses or speaking about the rude students of the day, but here and now, he was different.

The Headmaster was serious, a look you have seen only a few times during your stay at NRC.

Be it now he would choose to act this way.

You tilted your head, waving the folder of papers the he had just signed.

“The outside world will be much easier to live in compared to my stay here. I might even get bored. Besides,” You smirked, “you made sure of that, didn’t you? If not through grit and grin, then through my connections forged here, I’ll be alright.”

“Ahh~ How my fledgling has grown! It brings a tear to my eye.”

That didn’t take long, back to his normal ways as usual. Or rather, the normal he likes to portray. You turned as the Headmaster raised his hands in false sorrow.

Turning the knob as you left, you nonchalantly state, “Careful. This “fledgling” might come back to steal your job.”

The burst of laughter echoed the hallway.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Today, you graduate.

Today, you are leaving NRC.

You had the world before you to explore.

…and then you might come back and steal Dire Crowley’s job.

Steal his job you did in this fic 😂😂🥳🥳

….abajsjsjs okay I have no explanation for this fic. It was supposed be an entirely different fic but then this happened. I really am not in control of what I write at all or the characters, am I?? OTL 😅😆

Some quick thoughts about this fic

The folder you hold is papers he’s signed for you. Papers that have your general info that he registered as a student of NRC and a citizen of Sage Island…eventually. Basically all the background info and legalities any person would need to making a living and travel. He pulled some strings and basically made an identity for you. Maybe, if you prefer, put you under his name as his family.💞💙

I forget the exact saying but he mentions in the story about growing apples or something along the lines so the line about “fledgings” came from that because baby crows are called that.🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Yeah this does imply you never went back to your world wether by choice or not lol but maybe you can also think of it as a way of accepting that fact or looking for a way yourself 🧐🧐

There was supposed to be a scene implying that you knew it was Crowley who summoned you to twst…but I didn’t know how to put that in here, so maybe I’ll use that for another fic or something. Something along the lines of “you summoned me, if I couldn’t do it; I wouldn’t be here.” Something something, but it sounded repetitive so it was cut lol. 👀👀

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I can imagine Yuu feeling a tad bit heartbroken seeing Malleus's broken horns but mayb he explains to them,

"Don't mourn the power I lost so no need to shed your tears for me. Matter of fact, I ought to pay Shroud in kind for this. I can express joy without setting the world ablaze, I can cry without causing a blizzard, and I can finally get angry without causing an earthquake! I feel so free now! Plus, it's a horn. Much like with your hair, it'll grow back."

Hello Dorkus 💚🌺💞

The Malleus loosing his horn feels are still strong 😭💔

But he’s happy, so we’re happy. But in the end, he still got hurt and that guilt I can still see be there whether from family and/or friends.

Summary: Malleus eases your burden.

You keep looking at his horn. You can’t help it.

It shouldn’t have come to this. You knew it was for the best. Yet, just like the others, you couldn’t help the tinge of guilt whenever you saw Malleus’ broken horn.

“Am I a captive animal for you to stare at in such a way?”

You startle before shaking your head, “No! It’s not that at all.”

“I merely jest. Breaking the ice as Lilia would say. You seemed to have developed a fascination for my horns more so than my tail now. What fascinates you?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. How? How do you tell him? This guilt you have. Something that’s irrational but there anyways?

“You feel burdened by my broken horn.”

You look at him with widened eyes. The face before you is soft and understanding-it’s a look you haven’t ever seen on him before.

“You are not the only one to feel this way. Silver and Sebek have been skittish around me. They behave as if one mistake would lead to treasonous acts against me.”

He walks ahead of you before turning towards you. The sight before you leaves you breathless. The moon shines on him. Giving him an unearthly glow that only fae kind can exhibit-no, only he could present as his tail appears in a swirl and scales appear along his back.

The fae that stood before you was not a simple classmate of yours nor did he portray a prince. No, Malleus Draconia right now shone like a God descended from the heavens.

Did the damage to his horn mean he couldn’t hide his draconic features anymore? How could one who lost so much be able to stand in such a celestial form? When to others, he seemed to be a dragon dragged from the heavens and tamed?

“You do not need to feel burdened by the power I lost. Matter of fact, Shroud has provided me a boon.”

Malleus raised his face to the moon’s light as if seeking comfort from an old friend.

“For many years, all I have known is isolation. Numbness. I could never cry, laugh, or anger easily. To do so meant bringing harm to those around me.”

“It was,” Malleus hesitated, as if the words were new to him, “…difficult.”

When he turned towards you then, you are surprised to see his eyes worn despite his ethereal visage.

“What you humans take for granted, I was never allowed. But now?” Malleus chuckled, “Now I can be free to be who I am.”

Malleus offered his hand, beckoning you to lay yours on top of his, “Come, Child of Man, lay your worries to rest.”

He smirked at you, “Unless you prefer me when I’m dark and dreary?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out, “Pffft hahaha I prefer you however you want to be.”

You laid your hand on top of his, “I want you to be happy Tsunotaro.”

“I am.”

You smiled widely at him. The gleam in your eyes has his crinkling in return.

There’s the smile I adore from My Child of Man.

….I have no idea where that description about Malleus in the middle passages came from but *pokes at brain* brain do it more. I demand it. Lolol 😆💚💞 (randomly had inspiration for this and I ran lol)

Malleus the fae that you are 😭💞💙 You’ve been through so much but stayed kind despite it all. 🥺🥺

I hope you liked this Dorkus 💙💙💚💚🫂🫂

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The overwhelmed writer who saw this comment on their fic

Commenting on a fantastic fanfic but being so overwhelmed by its beauty that all you can say is

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Chapter 65 of Mieruko-chan just got out and...

I LOVE THEM.

Miko getting her "sight" from her dad is actually something I did not see coming even thought it's the most simple explanation- Kinda just accepted it was a sudden random and strange phenomenon.

Also at first at was confused, I thought I missed a chapter or it was some side story because cleary, physically, Dad's gene did not even try in Miko-

She has her mom looks but is shy and cute like her dad :3

Also- Couple goal-

I need a partner who will panic at the sight of a scratch and makes sure I am okay even if I can't even see or hear them-

Also he reminds me a lot of Hana in this panel.

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it takes less than two minutes for aoi’s entire world to end

or; i had some thoughts about That scene in tbhk 126

When Nene’s phone cuts to voicemail for the fifth time, when the sun begins to cast long shadows across the ground outside, when the feeling of worry-fear-where-are-you burns to a fever pitch behind her ribs- Aoi is the one who suggests that they go and search for her.

It was Kou who saw Nene last- haunting the shoe lockers the night before with the wild, unpredictable look of something hunted. It’s a description that Aoi can’t quite reconcile with the girl she knows- the Yashiro Nene of silly crushes, sunflower patches, bright bursts of laughter like stars in the night.

(I wish I could be you, Nene told her once, huddled in the shade of the rhododendron bush. Referring to Aoi’s unfortunate engagement to one Minamoto Teru- but, semantics. If she’d ever known how to be brave, Aoi would’ve told her in reply why would you want that, when you’re already everything?)

She should’ve suggested they look for Nene earlier. As soon as Kou got back.

“She’d never disappear for this long,” Aoi insists, as another call cuts to the voicemail message that Nene recorded in the back of their maths class the previous year, Aoi’s quiet laughter just audible in the background. “Not without telling one of us.”

Mouth set in a grim line, Teru seems to agree. Aoi doesn’t need to look at Akane to know that he’ll be following.

The walk to the Red House is a tense one; a ligament bent close to snapping, a disaster waiting to happen. Aoi doesn’t miss that Teru has foregone his bag, sheathing his sword close at his hip instead. (She’d be a hypocrite to mention it. She’s got her own spirit blade, slipped into her school bag.)

When they enter, the house is a crooked maze of a thing- each room smelling of damp wood and burnt oil and the sick-sweet tang of something rotting. The layout makes no sense, kitchens that lead into bathrooms that lead into second, identical kitchens, time warping strangely around them as they search. Aoi calls Nene’s name once, twice, three times- like the invocations the people at the shrine wrote out to keep their Kannagi safe. Hoping that somehow they’ll catch on the dust motes in the air, carry themselves to Nene, and protect her from harm too. Aoi doesn’t know what sort of split-open expression she must be wearing, but she can tell it’s a terrible one from the way Akane knocks his shoulder gently against her own, like he did when they were little kids and the only meaning he needed to share was it’ll be okay.

Sousuke peers into a doorway that has changed from a living room into a broom cupboard in the five minutes since they last passed it, and complains that they’re never going to get out of here again.

And then- Nene is there.

She’s got cobwebs in her hair and she shrieks in surprise when she almost flings a door open into Teru’s face, but she’s there, okay, safe- and Aoi has to force down the sudden humiliating urge to sob with relief. She settles for hugging Nene tightly instead, burying her face into her neck in a wordless don’t ever leave me like that again she’d never have the courage to say out loud. In the damp and rot, Nene’s hair smells like peaches.

“I thought I saw something weird at the school,” Nene explains sheepishly, as Kou inspects the splinters and scrapes decorating her fingers and wonders how long it takes for tetanus symptoms to manifest. Aoi keeps a hold of Nene’s other hand, and pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look that Teru is sending her across the hallway. “I followed it here, then ended up getting totally lost.” Nene laughs, a lighthearted silly me that brightens up the gloom, and Aoi quickly swallows down the unexplainable feeling that something isn’t right. (It’s something she’s been getting better at- this act of trusting. Of not immediately looking for the worst, assuming that the world is operating with the aim of pulling her down. Plucking a cobweb from Nene’s hair, this feels like a good opportunity to practice.)

Leading them a little way down the hall, Nene points them towards a door set nonsensically under one of the many staircases they’ve passed. “I’m pretty certain I heard traffic coming from behind there earlier, so I think the exit must be this way,” she explains.

To their left, Teru frowns. “I think we’d best stick to going back-” he starts.

“Nii-chan,” Kou interrupts from Nene’s right, in that chiding tone Aoi knows from experience is copied from their mother. “We could end up going in circles all evening at this rate. What harm could it do?”

Teru hesitates, a held breath, before he nods. (Trusting- not something Aoi has been learning alone.)

“Okay,” he concedes. “But if we get lost, then we turn straight back.”

As they file through the door, Akane takes the lead only because his phone has the most battery life left, flicking on a torch which illuminates a crumbling stone staircase- winding down and down and down. Aoi goes next, because Nene is scared of heights and she’s always clung behind Aoi on observatory trips and rollercoasters and the tall bridge across the river in the next town along. Nene is brave like that, wearing her fears for everyone to see them. This time, though, it’s Kou and Sousuke who end up behind Aoi, Nene falling in another few steps behind them. Teru takes the rear. (His hand still lingers by the hilt of his sword. Aoi tries to ignore the unrest that settles in her bones at the sight of it.)

As they descend, Aoi fixes her gaze ahead, struck by the irrational fear that, if she turns around, Nene will no longer be there. A mythology spooling out in her head; a consequence for her own lifelong, selfish wanting. Instead she counts each step, making wishes on them in groups of three to keep herself sane.

The closer they get to the bottom, the more details come into focus. First the sound of water against stone, then cave walls cracked with moss, then finally the shape of a deep, black well, grinning up at them like a mouth in the gloom.

There’s no struggle, when it happens.

Just a strangled gasp. The clatter of sword against stone. The numbing realisation that this is now a world where Aoi knows what sound a body makes when it hits the ground.

Aoi has never been any good at keeping promises to herself. She turns around.

Where he’s half-submerged, Teru’s eyes are still open, unblinking even as the water pools under his eyelashes. There’s a strangled scream from behind Aoi, the broken cry of a younger brother who has just become the eldest. It’s a terrible sound, the lightning before the crack of thunder that echoes like a war-cry across the rocks of this hole, this well, this sealed tomb of a place- lightning, then Akane shouting, the sound of it cut brutally in half as Kou hits the wall and doesn’t move again.

And- stood over him like a nightmare is Nene- the spirit blade from Aoi’s bag bloodstained in her hand, hunched like a creature and Aoi should’ve known something was wrong. Should've known from the moment Nene didn’t hide in the collar of her uniform from the drop below them, like she’s been doing since their first day of middle school. From the moment Nene navigated her way through this impossible house with ease, like she hasn’t gotten lost trying to find their own homeroom class more than once. From the moment she didn’t pick up Aoi’s call, not even when she used the six-ring pattern they made for times when it feels like the world is ending, the one they pinky-swore to always answer.

(When they hugged, before, Nene smelled like peaches left out in the sun. Aoi knows that Nene’s favourite shampoo is scented with strawberries.)

Rooted at the bottom of the stairs, Aoi finds that she can’t focus on Nene’s face, nothing left of it but this terrible, gaping maw of a thing, twisted at the edge of her vision no matter how directly she tries to look at it. Because this isn’t Nene, just a distorted imitation of her, and the sight of it makes Aoi want to sink to her knees and cry like a stupid kid who wants her best friend back. To go back in time to their last sleepover before highschool, where Aoi stayed awake for hours just memorising the shape Nene’s face made when she dreamed. She’s distantly aware of Akane cursing as his watch is knocked from his hand- clumsily unsheathing Teru’s sword and charging with a wounded battle cry. Faltering last minute, when the grinning well of Not-Nene’s face swivels towards him and-

Years ago, before she was taught to tie her hair up in bows and smile neat and pretty, Aoi told Akane to go and die after he broke her favourite pencil.

She doesn’t think she would’ve said it, if she knew what it would really feel like.

By the stairs, Sousuke is hunched by Kou’s side, trying uselessly to stem the bleeding with the hem of his school shirt. Panic has turned his voice to radio static, a jumble of words spilling out. Aoi doesn’t have the heart to tell him it’s already too late- at least that way, when it’s his turn, he still has hope.

In total, it takes less than two minutes for Aoi’s entire world to end.

It’s then that she spots it. Nene’s bag lying at the base of the well; her phone scattered a few feet beside it, her collection of keychains now cracked and waterlogged.

Maybe not entirely an imitation, then. A possession instead- one of the ghost stories that Aoi used to whisper in Nene’s ear between classes, just to watch the way her face would go all flushed with excited terror afterwards. (Hunted- Kou described the look on Nene’s face when she found him by the shoe lockers. Maybe this is what she was running from.)

It’s anger that finally raises Aoi, marionette-like, to her feet. Because this is Yashiro Nene, who carries spiders out of rooms in paper cups and cries when the dog dies in movies and apologises to plants when she cuts their dead petals free. This violence for the sake of violence, it’s an insult to the very soul of her.

So Aoi stands on puppet strings, and tells this thing in front of her: Give me my best friend back.

She knows, certain as her own bones, that Nene will not survive the aftermath of what has happened here. Not as a whole person, not with her soul intact. Selfish as she’s ever been, Aoi knows that a world where Nene is no longer herself is not one that she wants to exist in either. So it’s not a choice so much as an inevitability when she runs, blood-black water staining the hem of her skirt like dirt from the garden, and throws her arms around Nene’s neck. The black hole where Nene’s face should be churns like a thing where hope goes to die, and all Aoi can do is hold on tight as her own knife buries itself between her seventh and eighth ribs.

“Nene-chan,” she gasps, holds, wishes on the sparks of pained light that burst behind her eyelids that once, just this once, Nene will hear every twisted, selfish part of her, open her eyes, and look. “Nene-chan. Please, snap out of it. Nene-”

In the end, it’s simple as a realignment- just a quiet shift from grasping to holding.

When gravity tips and her hands slide loose, Aoi smells strawberries.

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Everytime I think we hit a new kind of angst in TBHK, a new chapter comes out to laugh at my face.

Angst and timeline misery, one of my favorite mix. Also. Yashiro will need serious therapy after this arc. I am now going to sleep and forget all the crazy thought coming in my head.

Little spoilers rent:

Why did Red-house demon used a living Yashiro to attire and end her friends in the house ? It could have killed her like it did for Kou. Does it need a living Kanagi ? Was it for fun ? Does possessing Amane Yugi who has fragment of Hanako's OG timeline memories/feeling did something about it in a twisted way ? Is this a way to hurt what's left of his vessel's souls or does it just the Yandere tendencies coming back in worst ? Or perhaps am I going way too far in this rent and this is just a result of the "worsening" effect bend to the act of trying to change the present. Or just for the angst and trauma.

Mostly I'm coping badly and thinking too deeply. This is just for the ansgt and trauma-

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I just realized that everytime I write a character yawning, I end up by yawning too. I knew it was contagious. But not that much.

...so a yawn can break the fourth wall. I'm taking note.

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SEBEK SLEEPWEAR GROOVY

HELLO??? HES SO CUTE???

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Finally catching up with Heartlabyul's dream arc and Deuce's dream is the funniest AU possible. Someone get the boy into fanfic. As Ramshackle and both its students are considered "neutral" but on Heartlabyul protection due to their friendliness with Deuce and Ace, I'm already seeing the show. Like. Accidentally going into another dorm sphere of influence and getting kept by them for different reasons (wanting to mess with Heartslabyul, trying to get Ramshackle). Only for them to like us and wanting to keep us.

The fanfic potential is legendary. So many headcanon. The funniest chaos.

As a side note. Precious Deuce. Even in a world where the dorms are in gang war, we are friends to protect-