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AOMR 21

Marquis sat opposite the old man as the tension in the room slowly rose, enough to permanently quiet even Amelia, who stood by his side, her usual curiosity missing.

The air felt heavy and charged with anticipation, as if bowing to the weight of the old man’s presence.  

The sounds of chairs grinding against the floor as their occupants hurriedly stood up before skittering out of Fugly Bob’s would have been amusing to him if Marwyn was not forced to remain.

Eve...

CE 61

Jiki’s mind raced. There were different grades of cursed tools, but it wasn’t until a cursed tool had a specific ability tied to it during its creation that the cursed tool transcended into a special-grade cursed tool. Each of them was a powerhouse that could multiply a sorcerer’s strength by a factor of two if the sorcerer was wise and calculated in its usage.

So what did that say of deific-grade cursed tools? The only other one he had heard about was his Blade of Totsuka—a dei...

AOMR 20

And the day had started off so well.

Marwyn Lavere had lain in bed late, long past the crack of dawn as was his custom. Even for a supervillain mastermind, breaks were essential, and today was one of those days. He lingered on that delicate boundary between the dream world and wakefulness, enjoying the stillness.

So when his sharp ears picked up the faint creak of his bedroom door opening and the feather-light patter of small feet on the hardwood floor, his well-honed ins...

CE 60

A shinobi could be anything. A teacher, molding young minds in the art of theory. A farmer, with a practiced hand at coaxing life from the soil. Even a janitor, unnoticed by all who passed, yet moving with a precision and grace that could rival a dancer.

A shinobi was more than just a killer; a shinobi was a professional. Today, Jiki was a performer. He stood before his audience, their wide-eyed expressions betraying their awe. The only sign of his satisfaction was a twitch at his lips ...

AOMR 19

Yamamoto sat with total concentration. In his sole hand was the worn brush he had used for the past few months. Beside him were rolls upon rolls of carefully wrapped calligraphy. He had lost track of time and had instead fallen into a routine that consisted of practicing his newfound love of calligraphy while reminiscing about the bushy-bearded monk.  

Tea with Sachiko in the afternoon or evenings, while some of the older and more mature kids played as attendants for the two e...

Sanguine Serenity (Bleach/JJK)

“How long can this go on? We grow tired of being the least regarded among the Big Three families,” an aged voice rasped from within the room.

Noritoshi stood motionless outside the sliding wooden door, hands folded behind his back. His eyes were shut as he listened, the elders' complaints cutting through the thin barrier of the door.

“More and more, we fall behind. With the Monster of the Zenin gone, I had hoped we’d at least be on equal footing. Together, we could’ve fo...

CE 59

4800 Words. Idk how I did this, but somehow, I did. Enjoy.

This was the first time that Satoru stood in front of these gates. His blue eyes peered past the glasses at the traditional wooden gate before trailing off to take in the medium-high, white, aged fence that stretched far into the distance, surrounding the entirety of the Inumaki clan.

He stood in front of the door, hand in his pocket and a hum on his lips. He had not even bothered to knock. But wh...

AOMR 18

The last time Colin stepped into the briefing room, he was clad in blue-and-silver steel armor, servos whining as they amplified his every move. His heavy footsteps had announced his presence, a walking symbol of indomitable strength despite being one of the youngest capes.

The same couldn’t be said for today. Today he was clad in a blue one-piece hospital gown, that had a line exposing his crack if he stood up, and instead of marching into the meeting room in his blue-and-silver-colo...

CE 58

"Head Miko." Utahime’s voice cut through the stillness, gentle but commanding, drawing the attention of the old woman who sat at the head of the room. The woman's eyes fluttered open as if waking and breaking out of a deep trance.

She blinked once, twice—each time slower, as though dragging herself back into the present moment, back to reality. Finally, with a long, measured breath, her frame seemed to shrink, the tension and mania that had previously gripped her dissipating as she ...

AOMR 17

All focus was on Yamamoto, but he refused to deign them with a reply immediately. Instead, his attention drifted back to the single word he had written and his impeccable calligraphy set. He had never truly loved the art, yet that simple word had lit a fire in his breast in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

Two thousand and one hundred years. That was how long he had drawn breath. He was older than most civilizations. Old enough to remember the Original Sin even if he had not par...

CE 57

Maki darted toward Sukuna once more. Her footsteps dodged by the rain that had slowly begun to fall, and when she swung her sword, for the first time, her blade cut through the air in a deadly arc, aimed directly at his neck.

Sukuna sidestepped, moving by the narrowest margin, a practiced smirk tugging at his lips. Maki pressed in, twisting her grip and sweeping her blade once more, but he evaded again with a fraction of an inch to spare. Another swift strike, and another effortless dod...

AOMR 16

They sat close, each girl pressed against the other and drawing strength from each other’s presence. They were two broken girls, first broken by their families and then broken further by their powers. The irony was very clear, even to a child as young as her.

But together, they were in it. At least, that was how Mimi saw it. Her eyes drifted to where Elle sat beside her, gaze unfocused, her body still.

Mimi wanted more than just to feel the girl through their clothes, so her eye...

CE 56

The car came to a slow stop, and without giving the driver any attention, Jiki opened the door and stepped out. He tilted his head as he looked around. As far as his eyes could see, the landscape was natural: rolling fields of green with the occasional rocky outcrop.

He took a deep breath, and this far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the air felt pure in a way that could hardly be put into words. Shrine maidens, stayed in their secluded shrines not necessarily hidden from the wo...

AOMR 15

Five minutes.

That was all he had to take down the mad and bloodthirsty cape in front of him, with the added disadvantage that he could not simply send a spear of bone through his heart at near super sonic speed.

He had to do this the hard way. His mind went through all that he knew of the previous Butchers. One and Three had some sort of Brute rating, while the Second Butcher had—

The mad brute let out a roar that sent bloody spittle flying from its lips before he lunge...

CE 55

Tokyo Jujutsu High had completely recovered from Geto's rampage Jiki concluded as the car came to a gentle stop, the familiar hum of the engine tapering off. Outside, the world continued, but from inside the car, he could pick up the cursed energy signatures in the school.

“What’s it like?” Itadori Yuji’s voice pulled him back to the present. His friend was beside him, looking out the window with that trademark mix of curiosity and innocence.

Jiki shrugged. “Like an...

AOMR 14

The last time Yamamoto came to this city, he had been greeted by chaos. The streets were burning, sirens splitting the night sky, always punctuated by the staccato of gunfire and the low rumble of things crashing, exploding, and crumbling underfoot.

Brockton Bay had been a city at war with itself, clinging to life amidst the violence. Now, as he returned, the quiet was unnerving. The eerie stillness blanketed the city like a shroud. Not even the wind dared to disturb the silence, and he...

CE 54

With a single step, Jiki manifested in what was supposed to be Yuji's inner world. The transition was seamless and born of honed skill, but the moment his foot touched down, ankle-deep in cool, shallow water, he realized something was wrong. A faint pulse in the atmosphere warned him, and the oppressive weight that pressed down on his senses made it clear. He had overstepped.

There was a distinct feeling that always accompanied the true essence of a being and where that essence resided ...

AOMR 13

Unlike when Behemoth had been driven back and forced to retreat, there were no cheers.

There were no screams of joy or happiness at pushing the Endbringer back. There was no celebration, for everyone present was frozen, rooted to the spot, as they focused on the impossible turn of events that had unfolded in just a few short minutes. An irrevocable change had upended their view of the world.

An Endbringer was dead.

“Impossible,” Eidolon whispered beside her, dis...

CE 53

It had been a few years since he had worn such a body, Kenjaku mused to himself. He. Pronouns always became an awkward matter whenever he switched genders, a strange but familiar quirk of his existence.

The differences were more than skin-deep. Beyond texture and tone, each body carried its own peculiarities—height, proportion, balance, and even the subtleties of perception. This new form was no exception, and yet, acclimating to it required only hours. Pre-familiarity with i...

AOMR 12

Wrote this while listening to Shiro SAGiSU: Invasion, then Treachery came in for the clutch.

Behemoth, a creature of Power, brute strength and heat, finally understood the true meaning of fire, as it's flesh spontaneously combusted.

The sound was tortured, like two mountains grinding against each other—a cacophony of noise without meaning, only pure and distilled agony.

It was a sound that silenced the budding whispers and muttering that fille...

CE 52

There was a displacement of air and space as Satoru appeared in front of the gates with his hands on Yuji’s shoulders.

He threw a glance at the boy and was immensely amused at how the kid seemed to shrug off the effects of his teleportation. The pink-haired boy didn’t even seem to notice it; instead, his wide brown eyes were taking everything in.

So, Satoru refocused back on the clan as he pushed the now replaced gate open. He ignored the rapidly disappearing cursed energy sig...

Weekly Update

Figured out why the past few days were so ass. I'm down with the flu , comes with a ridiculous migraine. So i'll be taking a few days off work as well as writing. CE 52 would be slated for 27th while AOMR 12 on the 2nd or 3rd. Stay safe out there you guys and apologies about the short heads up.

AOMR 11

Behemoth was undaunted. It could feel the change in the battle and the atmosphere, and it didn't like it.

The weaker superheroes began to retreat, some falling back enough to help with the evacuation, while the rest waited just far enough away.

More streaks of lightning shot out, aiming at the bold few that remained, but more of the same translucent barriers shot up, spreading out in strategic areas, halting the death blows from doing what they should.

N...

CE 51

The chains groaned under the weight of the cursed corpse as it struggled. Each movement was a violent shake, the sound of metal scraping against stone echoing in the cavern. The sound of blood dripping on the ground and the shallow, labored, and ragged breaths of a man who had been taken apart piece by piece echoed loudly in the dark cavern. Learning a cursed puppet could breathe was a novel experience. He doubted the cursed corpse thought the same considering he had ripped off it’s nose. 2024-09-15 21:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

AOMR 10

Yamamoto closed his eyes and contemplated the last few seconds. He ignored the brightly colored whelp that hovered above him, as well as the weary glances from the other colorfully dressed people around him, and the bonfire of power that lumbered towards them.

One moment, he was disciplining those overly proud whelps; the next, he was somewhere else. He frowned at the sensation of being drawn into someone’s teleportation.

After experiencing it once, he knew it could be resisted....

CE 50

When the attention of some of the deadliest living beings was focused on you, there were only so many paths to take. So the cursed corpse reacted as Jiki expected. it pivoted sharply, attempting to run.

But unlike a true vessel, it was a blank slate, without the instinct or muscle memory to navigate a foreign body. Its limbs flailed awkwardly, sending it crashing headfirst into the ground. It struggled to rise, only to collapse once more, its disjointed movements betraying its la...

Sukuna's Isekai Adventure 3

The ease with which violence came to him was almost intoxicating.

Sukuna's left hands moved with a fluidity that belied the brutality of his actions. The upper arm seized the man's head, forcing his gaze upward to meet Sukuna's pitiless red eyes, while the lower arm gripped his shoulder, locking him in place.

"This should be fun," Sukuna murmured, relishing as fear widened

 the man's eyes. The words hung in the air like a death sentence before Sukuna's fist crashed int...

AOMR 9

“Where are you, little hero?” Jack’s voice rang out in a sing-song tone from behind him, but Armsmaster ignored it as he dragged his partner alongside him.

Kudzu, the older man, had been hit hard by one of Jack Slash’s blade projections, and it had torn him from chest to shoulder height.

What should have been an easy ambush against two of the physically weakest villains had been revealed to be a counter-ambush the moment Armsmaster and Kudzu had gotten the tip that the ers...

CE 49

"Hehehehehhhe," the monster wearing a boy's skin laughed, euphoria coloring its tone as it stood on the rails and gestured with its hands spread out wide to either side, soaking in the moonlight that slipped past the cloudy skies.

"Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh."

The sky erupted with a deafening roar as lightning tore through the heavens, followed by the savage rumble of thunder that shook the very earth. The monster halted abruptly, its head whipp...

Sukuna’s Isekai Adventures 2

Things had changed.

He was not just talking about the guarded stares and looks he was getting from his fellow residents of this particular spot in the Narrows.

It was also in the way he could interpret it. A man looked at his mother as she helped the other women wash clothes, and with a glance from his third and fourth eyes positioned diagonally on his face, he was able to decipher the meaning behind the look.

Lust.

He turned his full form to the man and stare...