#twelve days of doomsday

[agood-omen]

A collection of some of my favourite chapter titles

[wickedcriminal]

I have worn that bracelet every day of my life.

Happy fifth day of Doomsday~ ☠️

[spinaroos-47]

Three dragons, all with a scar across their heart.

Three boys, all named Hiccup

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I wanted to do something for the twelve days of doomsday, but i couldn't do all 12 days so I decided to revisit a concept that has always stuck with me: how history repeats itself, in the big and small details

And 2023 marks 10 years since I have started reading the books, so they're also a bit of a comemoration of how long they've stuck with me

[midnightcoffes]

and there we go, late but here, day 11: How to Betray a Dragon's Hero !

I cried doing this. More than once. I miss this guy, dudes. I miss him

anyways this book is straught up the most emotional to me because EVERYTHING GOES WRONG. AND I HATE IT. but is amazing ueue

[queenofthearchipelago]

The First Day of Doomsday

I'm holding my copy of How to Train Your Dragon, the book that started it all. So many wonderful moments, from Hiccup and Fishlegs opening their baskets and finding the most extraordinarily small dragon whom they would come to love as Toothless. To Hiccup, such a small boy, only 10 at this point, I believe, and standing against a dragon the size of a mountain.

I must admit, I do believe this is the book I remember the least about. It really is just about training your dragon, or more accurately, begging your dragon to please do as you asked.

But even after all these years, I remember so vividly the scene where Hiccup and Old Winkley have a conversation sitting on a log together. Old Winkley is smoking and grandfather and grandson look out over the village and at the waters towards the horizon.

Even rereading it, it's exactly as I remember it.

What stood out to me in this scene was that Hiccup is complaining about all that makes him different, and, in his eyes, makes him less than his peers and everyone else in the tribe. His dragon is the smallest, he's the smallest. He doesn't have Snotlout's strong personality. And I was expecting Old Wrinkly, simply because of his age, to tell Hiccup something along the lines of "You'll grow into it."

But no, that's not what he said. He tells his grandson that these differences, where they aren't useful, are inconsequential, and where they are useful, are hugely vital to not only his survival but also the entire tribe's. Hiccup's imagination, how clever he is, how willing he is to try new things. This is what Hiccup needs to rely on and also what the tribe has been desperately needing for years, though they do not know it.

Cressida once said in an interview that Hiccup would be quite a good leader if only everyone else would let him be one. And that begins in this scene right here, because he's exactly what they need.

And to a younger version of me, a teenager who also felt she had her own things that put her at a disadvantage, what a thing it was to be able to think that hey, maybe my differences, where they aren't useful, are inconsequential. And maybe, where they are useful, are vital. Something to lean on, something to cling to, something to value.

I feel the first movie also does a fantastic job of relaying this message. That the focus shouldn't be on changing your differences so you fit in, it should be on making them work. And if you don't fit in even after doing your best at that, maybe the problem isn't you. It's the tribe.

"The point is, I just don't see how I am ever going to become a Hero," said Hiccup gloomily. "I am the least Heroic boy in the whole Hooligan Tribe." "Oh, pshaw, this ridiculous Tribe," fumed Old Wrinkley. "Okay, so you are not what we call a born Hero. You're not big and tough and charismatic like Snotlout. But you're just going to have to work at it. You're going to have to learn how to be a Hero the Hard Way."

And the implication that the Hard Way is worth it. It's worth going through the trouble of finding your place in this world and figuring out what it is that you offer.

That's what I remember best on this first day of Doomsday.

[eicosane]

Down he fell, flaming, like a a falling star...

[faithfulcat111]

Been a long time since I've drawn and my sketchbooks are still unpacked (along with most of my books), but you really think I was gonna do nothing this year. Happy first day of Doomsday!

[asphodeline-lutea]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hiccup Series - Cressida Cowell Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Snotface Snotlout Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Snotface Snotlout Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Doomsday 2023, spoilers for book 11, what am I writing, I should have wrote this better, they deserve better fanfics, no beta we die like...well you know, i don't know how to tag Summary:

While lying unconscious on Hero's End, Hiccup meets Snotlout.

[yv-sketches]

I just found out I have 999 followers? And holy vegetable-that-no-one-dares-name, that is insane.

My very first httyd book drawings were from How to cheat a dragon's curse, so here is another from book 4. It's a little messy because it took an hour, but I had to do something for the occasion.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Make You Wish Chapter Two -- Where Is She

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: really super mild versions of cannon violence.

Word count: 2,072

Previous Part: Make You Wish Chapter One -- Seven Years

Master list link:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List 

Make You Wish Master List

A/N I accidentally posted this before I was ready tooo ahhhh!!! it's fine. Everything was already written I just had to format it properly and stuff.

Alastor had been at the Hazbin Hotel for only a few days and was already enjoying his time there greatly. It was an entertaining place, to say the least, and now that he had his feet under him, he was intent on making it even more so.

Charlie was pacing around the sitting room, stressed beyond belief. She had gone to speak to Adam the previous day to try and get his support for her plan, only to wind up with the news that the next extermination was coming in six moths, rather than the usual twelve. Alastor watched her duress in amusement as he sauntered into the hotel lobby, side stepping Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie to take a seat at the bar.

"It's nothing we can't handle," Charlie was explaining, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else in the room, "just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie got to her feet, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and stopping her from her relentless pacing.

"Yes, we will." she confirmed.

"Oh please," Angel cut in from the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, "ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...? Ain' no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is." Charlie turned to him, "We just have to look a little harder for it."

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts."

Angel turned his phone to Charlie, showing all the news headlines of terror he'd pulled up.

"People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

He scrolled down to a video of a burning town just as a text notification popped up.

"Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie asked in confusion, having read the text.

"Ah, heh, nothing." Angel pulled the phone from her line of sigh, trying to come up with a quick lie, "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah, that is true." Vaggie hummed thoughtfully, a hand to her chin, "Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?"

"Speaking of sinners," Alastor said, drawing the attention in the room to him as he turned towards Husk who was busying cleaning glasses, "I think it's time I look up my old partner in crime."

"And what do I have to do with that?" the cat demon gruffly replied, not sparing Alastor a glance.

"Your partner in crime?" Charlie asked, taking a step towards the bar, "I always thought you... you know, worked alone?"

Alastor's grin widened.

"Oh never you mind, dear." he replied, throwing her a glance over his shoulder, "Just a lost soul I'm acquainted with is all."

"Yeah. You've been trying to get her to sell you that soul for what, the past seventy years is it now?" Husk scoffed.

Alastor's eye twitched slightly at the implication of his failure.

"If I wanted it, I would have it." he hummed threateningly, and Husk backed down.

"That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, "So she's a friend of yours? Do you think she'd help with the hotel? Oh! Or maybe that she'd want to be a guest?!"

"Charlie-" Vaggie began but Alastor quickly cut her off.

"I don't see a harm in asking." he cheerily replied.

"And you know her, Husk?" Charlie asked.

He looked up as he placed a clean glass on the shelf, shooting Alastor a glance before nodding.

"Do you think she'd be a good fit?"

He sighed, crossing his arms as Husk turned to face Charlie fully.

"She's a sweetheart, I think you'd get along well." he admitted, "But she's trouble, just like him."

Husk gestured towards Alastor and Charlie's smile widened.

"Well, with all Alastor has done for us so far, I think we could probably use more trouble like him."

"Oh you flatter me." Alastor waved her off, looking away in a false show of humility.

"No really." Charlie insisted, "You-"

"Show yourself, Alastor!" a dramatic call cut Charlie off mid thought.

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"Um. Alastor?" Charlie hesitantly began, peeking out from behind his shoulder as she watched the havoc he was wreaking on the snake shaped sinner, "I think he's had enough."

Alastor cackled joyfully, not even watching as his shadows destroyed the air ship.

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im." Angle disagreed, enjoying the show immensly.

The shadows tilted the ship forward, dropping Sir Pentious out through the broken windshield. He hit the ground with a thud, right before Alastor's feet. Stopping in his fit of laughter, he looked down at the man, spinning his microphone like a baton.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." he teased as one of the egg creatures fell from the ship, splattering on the ground beside Charlie who took a step away.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious began, his voice pained as he raised his head slowly, "for letting your guard down!"

Almost before Alastor could register what was happening, the snake had grabbed onto his coat with his tail and torn a piece from its hem. Alastor took a menacing step forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh shit." Pentious' triumphant laughter died out.

Slowly, Alastor sprouted a pair of shadowy horns. With a snap of his finger, the ground under the snake detonated, throwing him up into the air and far away from the hotel with a scream. He watched as Pentious flew away, retracting his horns and standing with a hand behind his back. Once the snake was out of sight, he at last turned to Charlie and Angel, as well as Husk and Vaggie who had come out to join them.

"Well, it looks as thought I need a visit to the tailor." he hummed, "Husk?"

"Yeah?" Husk grunted.

"Where did you say she was again?"

"I didn't."

Husk crossed his arms defensively and Alastor took a step towards him, his smile a little smaller than normal. There was an odd air between the two of them, a tension every one present could feel biting into their skins.

"Whats that?" Alastor asked lowly, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Husk sighed.

"Last I heard she was working for some imp in Pentagram City." Husk reluctantly admitted, looking away, "As an assassin or something, I don't know the details."

"An imp, you say." Alastor thoughtfully replied, his expression unreadable.

"Look, Alastor." Husk turned back to his master, "Don't fuck this up for her. She seemed pretty happy last time I saw her. You disappearing like that wrecked the poor girl."

"Just means she'll be all the more happy to see me."

Alastor turned, beginning to walk away. At the sound of Husk speaking again, he paused, keeping his back to the quartet.

"Alastor, ju-"

Alastor turned his head, shooting Husk a critical look over his shoulder. It shut the cat demon up almost immedeatly.

"Best of luck, chums!"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie exclaimed, taking a step forward.

Irritation prickling beneath his skin, Alastor turned back to them once again. It had been seven years, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. Sure, he'd had time in Hell on his own, nearly twenty years of it. He didn't need her per-say, she just made things more interesting, more enjoyable. It just felt odd for them to be parted.

Sure, when they had first met, he had thought she was just an easy steal of a soul. Young, naive, frankly undeserving in his opinion of eternal damnation. But smart, smarter than she looked. Y/n had refused any and all deals with the man and so, he had taken it as a challenge. What had begun as a game: Alastor trying to gain ownership of Y/n's soul ended up as an after-life long friendship.

Alastor would never admit it to anyone but, in his absence, he had even missed Y/n the smallest bit. She kept things interesting, he told himself, that was all. Always causing discreet mischief, always quick with a joke. A true pleasure to have on the show, as he always used to say.

"Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." Vaggie continued.

"We need a wall." Angel finished for her, gesturing to the portion of the hotel Sir Pentious had destroyed in his attack.

"Of course." Alastor replied, keeping an irritated remark at bay, "Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?"

With a snap of his fingers, minions made of shadows pulled themselves from the ground at his feet. So as not to give anyone another chance to stall him further, he quickly turned on his heel and walked off.

Alastor was a man of image, he kept his pace slow and firm. Couldn't have any of them getting any ideas in their heads about the nature of his relationship with Y/n. That had always been trouble in the old days. The minute people saw the pair together, they started assuming things. He had already decided he was going to be more careful about that this time around and this was the first step.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed into the city's center, an odd anticipation fluttering in his chest. Alastor pushed it to the side. It was simply the thrill of being back in his old stomping ground that was to blame. It didn't matter he'd already been back a few days and it should have worn off by now, he should just feel lucky to still be so entertained by this place he'd known longer than he'd even been alive. Right?

----

Y/n was sitting at Blitzo's desk, reading through paperwork he had neglected to fill out or file correctly. It wasn't like any one in Hell really payed their taxes, but the mess still stressed her out. She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes in irritation. She had never had to do this type of work before, not since she'd been alive anyways. How the times had changed.

Noise of Blitzo and Moxxie fighting filtered in through the closed door. It wasn't anything special, anything new. The pair were always at one another's throats, she wasn't worried. What would be worrying, was if things were quiet. This was just the way life sounded now: inelegant and brazen. Nothing like it used to.

The buzzing of her phone on the desk beside her pulled Y/n from her reveries and she picked it up. The collar lay heavy around her neck as she read the message. Y/n had made some bad choices along the way, figuring out how to be on her own. She wasn't pleased with them, but it was what she had had to do. Back then, she hadn't had the need to fight for herself in over sixty years. It was the only thing she could think to do.

She double tapped the text, marking it with a thumbs up before shutting her phone off and leaning her head down on the table. There was no point in wishing for things to be different than they were but, it was just that time of year and the text had pushed her over the edge. A few stray tears trickled out of her eyes.

"Goddamnit, Al." she sighed into the empty room, "Where the hell are you."

Silence pressed its hands against her ears, blurring her perception of the world around her. Y/n had a few seconds, a few nearly peaceful moments before, again, her thoughts were interrupted. This time, not by her phone but by Blitzo calling for her from the other room.

"Y/n!" he yelled and she lifted her head off the table.

"Yeah?" she called back through the closed door.

"Get your ass out here!"

"Why? A client? Can't you handle it?"

"Y/n!" he insisted again, a sense of urgency to his voice.

If this was anything less than an absolute emergency, he was never going to hear the end of it. She was not in the mood for his games today.

"Fine." she groaned and pulled herself from the chair, "I'm coming."

----

Next Part -> Chapter Three -- A Reunion

[reluctantlyanimating]

BOOK ELEVEN BOOK ELEVEN AAA

BIG SPILLERS FOR BOOK ELEVEN

OK I WARNED YOU

AAAA

I had two things for book eleven but like cmon

Had to share this one, and i can use the other one tomorrow since i don't have anything epic for it otherwise sob

I drew this when i thought his hair was black for some reason bc despite my 800 rereads idk i just

Nothing clicked.

Then for a while after that i thought he was blonde bc blonde moustache and i kinda like that idea but then the wiki says he's also a redhead so like

Yeah, ANYWAY

How to Betray a Dragons Hero is my favourite one of the books i think 🫶🫶 from start to finish it's just such a masterpiece of an emotional rollercoaster. The moment it starts we see even more the devastation Furious and Alvin's war has wreaked, the dragons having caused forests and cities and islands to be reduced to ash in their rage and the Alvinsmen having driven these dragons further into their rage by killing them and stoking their anger every single day.

And then there's Hiccup and i just

The poor boy ok

I look back at how young he was through the series and find having started as younger than he ever was and now being older than we ever get to see him (excluding the epilogue) it feels like I've grown up with him.

And with Fishlegs.

I may resonate with this book most bc we all have an idea of what it is to be othered by society. The loneliness Hiccup and Fishlegs face, the isolation Camicazi faces for truly her first time now standing with these two boys, and the hope for better resonates deep in me.

I love how Cressida, in all her novels, seem to center around this quote of hers from wizards of once.

"We have to trust in the children and hope for the best."

She puts so much emphasis on the childlike hope, the lack of cynicism and the reality that change IS possible if you're willing to chase it. And even if you don't see it come to fruition, it's a matter of two steps forward and one step back.

Hiccup makes it to tomorrow (literally lives another day) because of Snotlout realizing that no matter what, you can start to fight for the better. The war ended because of Snotlout's act of selfless bravery even though he never saw the end of it.

I think another reason these themes resonate with me is it also aligns with some biblical aspects. How Jesus said that children would inherit the kingdom of God, and how childlike faith is necessary.

These are definitely thoughts i wanted to tack onto book/day twelve but oh well, here we are.

I really love these books and hopefully have some musings left for book 12 tomorrow. Happy Doomsday!!

[wickedcriminal]

Please do not blame the story. The story cannot help itself. We do not realize it at the time, but sometimes the story we are all a part of is not just a story about vikings and islands and dragons. It is a story about growing up. And one of the things about growing up, one of the inescapable, inevitable laws, is that one day...

One day...

One day...

It is going to happen.

I'm sorry, but it's true.

Belated ninth of Doomsday! ☠️

[its-raining-tonight]

Me swimming in my tears after I finished the last httyd book

It was so sad and beautiful but I loved it so so much and I will never recover

I've already went and seen so many fanarts, animations and posts about it, and I will search for more!!

I can't wait for the twelve days of doomsday 2023 fandom event and for all the new content people will post YIPPEEE

[midnightcoffes]

so uh i got no time to doodle today so I'll be doing a analysis for day 9:

Camicazi, Fishlegs, The Slavemark and Hiccup on How to Steal a Dragon's Sword

The first time I read this book, I have to admit, I was disappointed when Camicazi didn't manifest for Hiccup when his Slavemark was revealed. But now, re-reading the books after months, I think I got it. I got the reason why she didnt manifest (and metaphorically turned her back on him) and why Fishlegs did manifest, and acted so viscerally in loyalty to Hiccup.

It's because the world turned their back on Fishlegs and Hiccup a lot of times before.

It turned their back on them when Snotlout called them useless, said they would be better dead and no one cared to disagree. It turned their back on Fishlegs when he was throw into the sea for being a runt. It turned their back on Hiccup when his dad didn't listened to him. It turned their back on them all the times they were bullied, humiliated, excluded, and no one, except each other, cared.

They were to each other the only safe place, the only way to be accepted and loved for their true selves. And if Fishlegs turned his back on Hiccup at this moment, he would be turning his back to his own self, because Hiccup was his only family and the only one who didn't gave up on him all those times before.

Camicazi, for other side, never knew this all, and never experienced this all.

She IS their best friend. Is undeniable. But she didn't went through the years and years of bullying and mistreatment, and a lot of times she's shown to be surprised that Hiccup went through it, because she always sees a different side of him: always the Hiccup that creates miraculous plans, that has no fear to risk his life for protecting people (and dragons), the one who kept beating Alvin again and again. Camicazi is familiar to the Hero Hiccup, not to the 'Useless' one.

And we might as well go a bit further into Camicazi's own life: for what we see of her, she is boastful, proud, and confident most of the time. She doesn't has the expected physique of a Viking, but even being short and skinny, she is talented in everything she was expected to: she's an amazing swordfighter, a master in stealing, an expert at insulting people, has an amazing dragon and well, many times she acts fearless. Is clear that Bertha is proud of her. Is clear that she knows that she is good. Is clear that she didn't went through what the boys did.

I'm not saying Camicazi had the perfect childhood. She might have had bad times – bet that being captured so many times does not do good for the mind of a kid (because is that what they all are). All I'm saying is that their childhood wasn’t the same, and this causes Camicazi to be shocked to her core when she sees the Slavemark on Hiccup.

She must have felt, at a certain point, betrayed. Because "Why didn't he told her? Weren't they best friends?" and she saw a image so distorted of Hiccup that she believed he was the Perfect Hero. A perfect hero shouldn't have the Slavemark. And that's what breaks the idolized thought she had from him.

So I don't blame her for not manifesting for Hiccup. Not anymore.

Thats it for the day! I had more to say but the migraines truly got my ass and now I cant even look at the letters right. This is more a rant than a analysis but well. its life lol

(also just to be said english is not my first language and im not fluent on it so. just know that this would be ten times better in my mother language. im sorry for any mistakes!)

[queenofthearchipelago]

The Second Day of Doomsday

I've brought down my copy of How to Be a Pirate off the shelf and I must admit how fond I am of this book. This is where the setup really begins for the story we are about to embark upon. The first book was really more of a prologue and this is the real beginning.

This is where we introduce characters like Alvin the Treacherous and Grimbeard the Ghastly. This is where we introduce the idea of the quests and where we really establish who these people are, Hiccup and Fishlegs and Toothless.

There are so many iconic scenes in this book. The entire episode with the coffin, to the escape of the Isle of the Skullions, to the battle on the ships, Hooligans vs Outcasts.

And of course, the Treasure of the Cavern. What an epic first battle between two evenly matched enemies (if only one was a little older and the other a little smarter). However I must admit my favorite part isn't the finding of the Treasure, nor is it the battle for it. It's the little bit at the end, where Hiccup notices a piece of paper nailed to the backside of the door they came in through.

This is one of only a handful of scenes I regularly come back to reread. This letter, and Hiccup's decision after reading it, both changed who I am as a person and cemented Book!Hiccup as one of my favorite and most relatable characters of all time.

For context, teenage me read this book for the first time through audiobook, and every single time the story came to a place where Hiccup needed to make a decision, I'd hit pause. I'd think about it. What would I do? And what did I think Hiccup would do?

So when I finished Grimbeard's letter I knew I had to pause again. To know about this fearsome pirate of a Viking king who gathered all this treasure and came to regret it based on what it turned his people into... that was so powerful to me. It wasn't that he got bored of his riches, or lost it in a shipwreck. It was that in the gain of fortune, he lost his friends to greed and lust for power. And so he decided to get rid of it, leave it for some far-off distant person who deserved it. Someone who would do the right thing with it.

And so I had a decision to make. What would I do with it? I remember the moment so vividly. It must've been 2 a.m. on a school night. I thought about all the good things money can buy. All the good causes money can be put to. But then I remembered that this isn't a question for me in my life, this is a question for me in Hiccup's shoes. This isn't exactly what I would do, this is what would I do if I were him? And so I determined that I would leave it there. They weren't ready yet.

What a beautiful surprise to me, when I pressed play on the audiobook again, and listened to Hiccup make that same decision with the same words that I had used.

Fishlegs didn't understand, but he respected Hiccup enough that he kept the secret all his life. And then, in writing this book himself as a memoir left to us, Old Man Hiccup trusts us the readers with the knowledge of this treasure too. What would we do with it in the present day?

I think again of all the good causes money can be put to today. But the purpose of the question is not to think of those, I think. The purpose should be to remember that long ago the Vikings were not capable of having beautiful and dangerous things and using them wisely. Nor are we capable of using them wisely today.

I imagine myself holding the second of Hiccup's memoirs. I imagine myself flipping to the last page and I imagine myself writing there the same words he wrote on the bottom of a letter nailed to a door in an underwater cavern.

"Still Not Ready."

(And before I go, a special shout-out to Grimbeard's favorite sword. Because sometimes second best is best. I would remember that line in music university every time I went into the practice rooms and went into the room with the second-best piano. I spent many many hours in that small storage closet of a room without AC. No one ever fought me for it. Thinking about it now, I've built quite a lot of my skill on the keys of second-best pianos. And I was always significantly less shaken than my peers when a note buzzed or when the pedals got stuck. Because hey, when you're a pianist you don't always get to choose, you play on what they give you when you show up.)

[spiderking-of-queens]

Stranger Things Reader Insert Series Masterlist

Summary: In 1984 during your senior year at Hawkins High, you stumble upon your one-time friend Steve Harrington at the junkyard and discover that Hawkins is more mysterious than you thought. Between learning about a secret dimension filled with monsters, looking out for a group of rowdy middle schoolers, trying to navigate your newly rekindled friendship with Steve, and your growing affection for a metal-head freak named Eddie Munson, your life begins to get pretty strange. (Fem!Reader, follows series canon from seasons 2-4)

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Chapter One: Welcome to Hawkins

Chapter Two: The Junkyard

Chapter Three: Doomsday

Chapter Four: The Fight

Chapter Five: The Zoomer

Chapter Six: Everybody’s Talkin’

Chapter Seven: The Snow Ball of ‘84

Chapter Eight: Bullshit

Chapter Nine: Two Ships

Chapter Ten: The Graduate

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Chapter Eleven: Welcome to Starcourt

Chapter Twelve: Dingus

Chapter Thirteen: The Russians 

Chapter Fourteen: Castle Byers

Chapter Fifteen: This Is the Day

Chapter Sixteen: Nancy Drew

Chapter Seventeen: The Fourth

Chapter Eighteen: The Battle

Chapter Nineteen: Rebel Robin

Chapter Twenty: The Lonely Hearts Club

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Chapter Twenty-One: Welcome to Hellfire

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Hideout

Chapter Twenty-Three: Just Friends

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Heartbreaker

Chapter Twenty-Five: Moving Day

Chapter Twenty-Six: Leather and Lace