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    Their meeting began at the round table—a small, red plastic table that could be found at any kindergarten...or in this case, an orphanage.

    “Such refreshin’ aroma~ Might I ask where ya got this tea?” Asked the boy with silky silvery white hair and slanted eyes.

    “It seemed to be a gift for the director of this orphanage,” replied the spikey-haired boy whose white hair got a hint of gray and the bottom half of his face covered by a face mask.

    “Tea isn’t really my thing. Do you have strawberry milk?” Asked the white-haired boy with dead fish eyes and a natural perm.

    “Oh! I like your way of thinking!” The boy with the purest shade of white hair said with a big smile and a cartoonish eye mask typically used for sleeping covering both of his eyes. "Mochi too!"

    “I may not have mochi or strawberry milk, but I do have these. Want some?” The first child pulled out a plate of dried persimmons from under the table.

    For a while, all was quiet. The only sound in the room was the sound of four children’s baby teeth struggling to bite into the dried but very sweet persimmons. After five whole minutes, the kids—each with a half-eaten persimmons on their hands—finally spoke.

    “So, who are you (ya)?”

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    20 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 59

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    Stelle says. “I bet you’re here to repossess the Holy Grail for the IPC too, huh?”
    Archer raises an eyebrow. “From one capitalistic master to another… it seems that the Holy Grail doesn’t have many favorable routes during this war.”
    “Now, don’t be like that!” Aventurine folds his arms. “Sure, I’m here for IPC interests, but trust me, this is less about securing the Holy Grail, and more about making sure Old Oti doesn’t break the IPC’s hold on Penacony’s entertainment. If I have to smash that thing to smithereens, I’ll consider it a job done.”
    “I’ll hold you to that,” Archer says.
    Aventurine says, “I don’t lie.”
    “Yes you do,” Stelle says.
    Archer just snorts. Saber says to him, “I see why you’re Master and Servant.”

    More of them (holds out The Tweet) I just think they're neat

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “I did say your sense of style was comparable to mine, but I didn’t mean it to be a challenge of any sort,” Aventurine remarked, eyeing the dark skinned man who had dropped from the sky in a dramatic swirl of black and gold—guns in his hands and radiating a presence strong enough to bury someone six feet under with just a glance.

    After the Penacony Holy Grail War ended, Aventurine never expected to cross paths with that red Servant again. Archer, after all, was the soul of a long-deceased Hero from a distant world that could only be summoned by the Holy Grail. And yet, by some twist of fate (or luck), not only did Aventurine reunite with the Servant he once called upon…he somehow ended up with two Emiya Shirous.

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    19 Feb 2026

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    You were unsurprisingly, a very ordinary highschool student.

    That until you met your not-so-tragic fate of dying by getting ran over by a truck... Right after you got off a taxi.

    Thanks to your borderline obsessive love for isekai, time-travel, fix-its, and especially those “reincarnated as the villainess” manhwa trope you devoured religiously, it seems that death wasn't the end when the Three Fates take an interest in you.

    Instead of fading into nothingness, you’re dropped into a new life… inside the body of a certain silver-tongued trickster god.

    You were welcomed into the world of Record of Ragnarok with a headache of having tasked to save everyone. Thanks to the Fates’ indulgence, you retain your memories and gain access to the entirety of the internet through your new divine body as their only blessing.

    You had to prevent your new body’s death during the 11th round, keep humanity alive, and try not to break canon while doing so.

    One wrong move—and all your knowledge of the future would go to waste once the story branches too far away from what you know of.. Yikes.

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    13 Feb 2026

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    It started small. A lollipop resting on your pillow when you returned home from a particularly hard mission. Random popcorn fragments dusting the lawn. Infuriating, tiny little reflective candy wrappers scattered across the training yard. Then, of course, a ridiculously attractive god lounging on your couch like he was part of the décor. Life did tend to throw curveballs, and it was always Brunhilde's fault.

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