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    The first thing Fushiguro Toji does upon his re-entrance into the world of the living is find the nearest convenience store.

    Eventually, he walks out of the store to sit on the curb, the quiet jingle tune of the door sensor ringing in his ears. He sits there for a moment, oddly numb as a cold air sweeps through the dim street. He takes a moment to blankly lift the hem of his shirt and feels nothing when he looks down to find the twisted, raised skin of his stomach, swirling on the side of his abdomen where a crater should’ve been. He raises a hand to his temple, a headache blinding but still unable to mask the death dream of a Megumi all grown up.

     

    Not a Zen’in, huh?

     

    “Huh. That shitty punk really killed me.”

    The observation hits nothing but the cold air of the night and his own ears. He lets himself go still for a moment before chugging the rest of his third can of Asahi.

    OR: Toji finds himself risen from the dead twice over.

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    10 Aug 2026

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    Satoru watched with tranquil rage as he took a bite of the mochi, taking his sweet time chewing. He swallowed and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin procured from fuck knows where, and then—

    He smiled serenely and committed his most unforgivable act of the night yet.

    “Sweets were better in the Heian Era.”

    Satoru mirrored his serene smile and raised a hand in the sign for Purple.

     

    Alternatively: Modulo Yuuji travels back in time.

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    09 Aug 2026

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    “My king,” The knight lowered himself to his knees, hands trembling and white cloak pooling at his feet. He looked nervously around the room and spoke in little more than a whisper. “There’s… something in the dungeon.”

    In which a child's wish and a whisper of blood-magic inadvertently resurrects a disgraced queen and her golden dragon beneath the Red Keep. [Baelor/Rhaenyra]

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    01 Aug 2026

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    Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

    (In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

    Now with gorgeous gorgeous art by Quip/pseudoanalytics!

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    12 Jul 2026

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    never have i laughed this much in the first chapter, what is wrong with me?

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    After everything he'd worked for crumbled around him, Sunday makes a choice to board a train of dignified traveling warriors, expecting to be treated politely at best and coldly at worst.
    Now, he finds himself navigating waterlogged hallways, avoiding coffee, and for the love of everything good, WHAT is their obsession with his halo?

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    25 Jul 2026