Live by the teacake, die by the teacake

[teacakesrule]

I realize I probably need to make an introduction.

my code name is Clarette

Pronouns are she/her

I'm Chinese

I grew up in not Asia

My first language is English

I always pronounce words incorrectly thinking it's right

I do tennis, taekwondo, and piano

I'm a minor

I should not have read Fourth Wing and Dark Olympus

Velia should not have showed me Fourth Wing

I love Red Queen, kotlc, WOF, Land of Stories, The Poppy War, six crimson Cranes, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter

I play Genshin and Cats and Soup

My luck is sad in Genshin

My forehead is Ayaka size

I love to yap

[teacakesrule]

Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

@aboodfmly

no offense but I feel like if you're in actual need you wouldn't have Tumblr?

[teacakesrule]

Hello how are you doing ?

Are you a authorized

I have no idea what an authorized is. I apologize if I did anything restricted

[teacakesrule]

No one probably needs to know this but I would like to say that lyudmilapanovasblog is a 'groomer'. Ya know, a person who tries to get close to minors to manipulate them.

They asked me to allow them to dm me, asked me which country i'm from, send pictures of myself, and they're an adult.

Good day. Peace out

[teacakesrule]

I was bored so I went back to some things I wrote over a year ago.

I found something called 'letter sent by the wind' and I was really confused because I have no memory of writing it and how it was written seemed to be waayyy better than other ones

so now i'm confuzled.

[teacakesrule]

no one has yet to teach me how to do the blue keep reading thing so...

I apologize but here is chapter one of the demon slayer fanfic, whom the document it is on is called Monstrosity

CHAPTER 1

Astralyn’s POV.

“Good morning, class!” Mr. Britch called out.

“Good morning, Mr. Britch!” the class responded in unison.

Several people in the back snickered, and I rolled my eyes and tapped my desk with a pencil.

“Idiots,” I muttered.

“Well…….” Kosuke drew out. “It kinda does sound like *redacted*.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Mr. Britch cleared his throat. “Today, we have some special guests from Japan visiting for a while. I expect all of you-” Mr. Britch glanced at the kids in the back “-to be on your best behavior!”

“He got that right,” Kosuke murmured.

“Japan? That’s pretty far away,” I answered. “And kinda weird. Why would people from Japan come all the way here to our class where the teacher’s nickname is *redacted*?”

“Guess they want the chance to call him *redacted*,” Kosuke said.

I coughed. Loudly.

Mr. Britch raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything you’d like to share, Astralyn?”

“Nope! I’m fine!” I replied quickly.

Someone by the door cleared their throat, and everyone turned to look at them. Then someone outside pounded on the wall.

“What the-” Kosuke started.

“Hey, don’t do that Inosuke! That’s rude!” someone shouted.

“Don’t tell big boss Inosuke what to do!” another person yelled back.

“What in the actual heck?!” I said.

“Are we really sure these are the people from Japan? They sure don’t sound like it…” replied Kosuke.

The sound of someone cursing furiously echoed around the classroom.

“Yup. They definitely have the mouth of your average 8th grader.” I agreed.

“Oh shut up!” someone outside yelled.

“Ohh, this is gonna be great!” I could practically hear the glee in my classmates' voices.

“I thought these guests were gonna teach us something?” Pala, the teacher’s pet, grumbled.

Mr. Britch sighed. “Tanjiro, please get Inosuke under control, many thanks.”

“On it sir!” there was the sound of wrestling, then silence.

“Hey, Tanjiro, do you think there’s gonna be pretty girls in there?”

I choked on my water.

“Shut up, pervert!” another voice came.

“Just asking, okay?!”

Mr. Britch sighed again. “Please come inside!”

14 people marched in, bumping into each other as the classroom became extremely crowded.

I won’t even try to describe all of them. It would take me approximately 5 years to do that task. Kosuke might be able to do it, seeing as she talks at the speed of light. Not kidding, by the way. Half the time no one can understand her. Guess I’m special, then. Oh, speaking of Kosuke, she slouched down into her seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. She has selective mutism. Basically means she can’t talk to strangers. How did she become my friend in the first place?

Unlucky for her, Mr. Britch called on her. “Kosuke, could you please introduce the class to our guests?”

“Uhh……” everyone proceeded to stare at my friend as she sank even lower into her chair.

I raised my hand to save her from the wrath of our teacher. “Mr. Britch, can I do it?”

“No.”

“Guess we’ll rot here for all eternity.”

Someone snickered.

“Uh..uh…hi…this is…uh…our history class…um-uh….t-taught by Mr. *redacted*,” Kosuke slammed her hand on her mouth as everyone gaped.

I started wheezing with laughter, then jumped up. “She said Mr. Britch! I swear on all the stars in the sky that’s what she said!”

Mr. Britch groaned.

“Soooo…our teacher is Mr. Britch, this is our homeroom, room 218. This class is full of a bunch of idiots in the back, so pay them no mind. All the smart people are in the front. You can talk to them for the whole period. Anyways!”

Mr. Britch interrupted. “Thank you for the introduction, Astralyn, but you may sit down now.”

I shrugged. “At least I tried, right?”

“I’d rather you just kept your mouth shut.” Mr. Britch said.

“Sure, sure. Keep lying to yourself.”

One of the guests, a boy with yellow and orange hair suddenly yelled, “Hey, you, girl!” He pointed to Madeline, a nice girl with brown hair. “Marry me!”

Madeline gave him a strange look. “Uhh…what?”

“Zenitsu…!” a boy with reddish hair hissed.

A girl resembling the boy with reddish hair looked at the ground.

“What?” the boy called Zenitsu said, turning to the girl. “Don’t worry Nezuko, I’ll just have multiple wives like Uzui! I mean, if he can have three, I can have-” he quickly counted the number of girls in the room. “Sixteen!”

“Ok, this guy is really weird.” Kosuke whispered to me, having fully recovered now.

“Agreed.” I whispered back.

“I bet five gallons of air that all the guests have some sort of issue,” Kosuke told me.

“I would accept, but unfortunately, the problem is I agree with you.”

“Astralyn and Kosuke. Do you need to be moved?” Mr. Britch gave us a hard stare.

“Hold on, how come you’re picking on us when there are like ten people in the back always doing absolute freaking nonsense and you never raise a finger?!?” I stood up and threw my arms back to indicate two boys tumbling on the floor, with another asleep on his desk.

“Well…” Mr. Britch was at a loss for words. “You’re supposed to be a model student, Astralyn!”

“AND THEY AREN’T???!!!!” I almost shouted.

“This is getting flashy!” one of the taller guests commented.

I groaned and sat back in my chair. Kosuke bopped me.

“Akkkaaatttaaa………” I groaned once more, flopping my head backwards.

“Hehe!” my friend giggled.

“Awww, those two are so cute!” a guest with pink and green hair cooed.

I exchanged a horrified look with Kosuke.

“Hold on, are they sisters?” the tallest guest asked.

“NO!” Kosuke and I shouted together.

“They are!” the entire back shouted.

“Shut up!” I seethed.

“Womp womp!”

“Hey you!” Bob shouted. “The one with green and pink hair! I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.”

“Did you seriously just try to rizz her up?” I said in disbelief.

“Yes, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Absolutely freaking nothing. They’ll probably beat you up later or something.”

Mr. Britch clapped his hands loudly. “CLASS! QUIET!”

“No one cares, Mr. *redacted*!” some idiot guy in the back, Johnny, shouted.

Mr. Britch glared. “Lunch detention.”

“He’s right though!” Thomas defended his best friend.

“LUNCH DETENTION FOR THE ENTIRE CLASS!” Mr. Britch turned to the guests. “I am so sorry about this.”

“Uhh, Mr. Britch?” Kosuke raised her hand tentatively.

“What!” he growled, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

“The Common Article 33 of the Fourth Geneva Convention states that collective punishment is prohibited.” Kosuke said.

You could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

“Aren’t you the history teacher?” a girl with deep purple eyes that looked almost soulless and black hair questioned.

“Yes.” Mr. Britch grumbled.

“Oh.” the girl had a small smile on her face that seemed to be plastered there.

Thankfully, the bell rang and everyone ran out for lunch, pushing the guests aside.

I dragged Kosuke out with me.

“Is it just me, or do you have a really bad feeling about this year?”

[teacakesrule]

me telling chat gpt to generate a 'hand drawn' image of me oc so I can use that as reference art (physically can't draw without reference art lol)

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Chatgpy: Got it! I will make sure there are NO HORNS. hang tight!

Image: has four horns

[teacakesrule]

The pure horror of having a dream that actually fits your imagination, with amazing ideas you love, and then entirely forgetting the contents

[teacakesrule]

ok, so Velia and i are Currently working on a demon slayer fanfic. and since she insisted I post it on Wattpad, I figured I might put it on Tumblr too. I just wanted to say, this makes almost no since, and things that are physically impossible in demon slayer happen and the breathing techniques make no sense too. also, some words are censored because this on my school Chromebook and those things can get touchy.

also, if someone who find this, if they could just kindly tell me how to make the fanfic context the blue 'keep reading' so I won't have to spam your screen with yapping. thank you.

Authors note: this makes no sense. I don’t care. Deal with it.

JK. 

But seriously, if you can’t deal with this monstrosity, then probably best not to bother.

Basically, it’s a weird thing if all the hashira were teleported out of their world, including Tanjiro and Kanao even if they’re technically not hashira. In this piece of weird writing, all hashira is alive.

And Zenitsu, Inoske, and Nezuko.

Some words will be censored because I wrote this on my school chromebook with my friend and it’s stupid.

They still have their swords and all, still remember everything, just now apparently they’re all really smart people from Japan that can speak English, and were sent to a middle and high school somewhere in America to, like, help the students or something. They have this information implanted in their brain and they know they have to play along with it.

Obanai: goes to some sort of college that specializes in herpetology?? Or maybe already a herpetologist. His pet snake he says is like a service animal.

Mitsuri: Cardiac physiology college? Only thing I could think of. I mean, I guess she could be a professional eater, but I don’t think that has to do with grades

Shinobu: some sort of college for doctors. I don’t know what else she would be but a doctor.

Himejima: pedologist or pediatrician. He did really care for children, and he would have a legitimate job since he’s 27

Uzui, Sanemi, Tomioka and Rengoku: they run some sort of martial arts school I guess. I don’t know what else to make. (I take back the good grades thing. They were transferred because they have impressive feats)

Muichiro: still in middle school, ninth grade, somehow has really good grades despite forgetting everything

Tanjiro, Nezuko (she’s human here), Inosuke, Kanao, and Zenitsu are all in middle school. Ninth grade to, cuz why not

Then we have our other person who’s not from KNY, Kosuke. She’s in 7th grade, black hair with one singular purple and blue streak, side bangs that go past the chin, but. Weird blue and purple eyes (which is why she dyed her hair) and her gaze is more like Muichiro’s. Really distant. She’s energetic alright, and does some sort of martial arts (haven’t decided what), but she has selective mutism. Also, favorite food is dango. Is technically a polyglot, fluent in Korean, Japanese, Chinese, English (duh), and French. She knows two three phrases in spanish: what’s your name hello, and I love you. Does that mean she’s fluent in Spanish? Also, she talks too fast.

Like I said, this is confusing. I’m terrible at interpreting people and I don’t think there will be any new ships besides the obvious ones, ya know, like Mitsuri and Obanai, but I’m also terrible at writing scenes where people flirt so…

Just be prepared for scenes where a gen alpha middle/high schooler tries to rizz Misturi and Shinobu up.

Then our second person, Kosuke’s friend, Astralyn, who has short black wavy-ish hair, light blue eyes, slightly darker skin than Kosuke. She sighs a lot. Her personality is like, so, not an extrovert, but she can freely talk in front of other people. Also, she’s fluent in English, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and French. She does the same martial arts as Kosuke.

They look like sisters but they aren’t sisters. Remember that reader.

Oh yes, and Shinobu strangely acts evil in this

Kayyyy, so…..CHAPTER 1

[sskybooks-deactivated20251202]

HEY, WHO WANTS TO MAKE A OC TRAIN!

Ok now that I have your attention, here is what I'm thinking... 

We are going to create the BIGGEST CROSSOVER between everyone’s OC’s. It’s going to be like a relay race between a whole bunch of different writers. Everyone will have an opportunity to add their OC and their part of the story into the mix.

It’s going to be one CHAOTIC MESS! But that's what's going to make it so fun!

How this will work:

I’ll start with my own section of the story.

You’ll continue the story, adding your OC and their perspective.

Leave your part open-ended so the next person can continue.

The more OCs that join, the harder it will be to keep track—good luck! 😆

You can write a single paragraph or a full scene—whatever you’re comfortable with!

All skill levels are welcome! Please join and we want you in!

After you write your tid bit, you can write a few facts about your character, as a reference for other writers

BUT….

Here are some rules to abide by:

Please keep this story clean. I have minors reading this. 

So no swearing, no gore, no spice, just keep it PG. Please!-keep it fun for everyone!

Other than that you are free to take the story in any direction you want! 

Here is the starting point of our adventure. If you wish to join this little fesco, reblog this post, and add your part of the adventure!.

Let the chaos begin!

White nothingness swirled around him, expanding in all directions, erasing any hints of life. The horizon line was blurred, nothing more than a suggestion at this point.

Jordan Waystone stood on what remained of a parking lot, a jagged slab of concrete adrift in the void. Bits of concrete crumbled around the edges. A broken sign clung to the pavement. The colorful letters of the sign were faded and peeling, slowly being claimed by the void. It was like looking at a faded photograph. It was wrong. Everything in here was wrong.

Jordan watched the void. His grey hoodie hung loosely around his frame. The fabric floated around him, along with his headphone cord. A pair of blue ear phones sat comfortably on top of his hair, squashing the tight curly mess. Music played gently through the speakers, and his fingers moved in tune, matching each beat with a drum of his fingers.

"Bloody! They should be here by now," he muttered. His fingers sped up in annoyance. He had timed this. He knew when the void was about to shift. Still, the whiteness persisted. Jordan huffed, pulling his headphones off his ears. The sudden quietness was deafening. He itched to put the headphones back on.

A toy truck floated next to his face. Jordan snagged it out of the air, studying it between his fingertips. It was bright yellow, a stark contrast to his olive skin tone. It was cool to the touch, and he could feel its weight in his palm.

"Strange," he thought.

It must be new. That meant it was near. He was close, so close. Things would be right again. He would make them right. He realized his hand had closed into a tight fist. He opened it, revealing the lorry in his hand. An inscription on the side of the truck caught his eye. It was written in black marker: "Mark, 14." He guessed the number was the boy’s age. He wasn’t much older than he was, Jordan thought with surprise.

He breathed out. Even if it was here, he wouldn’t be able to fight it. He released the toy truck, watching it spin aimlessly into the void.

The void rippled. Jordan’s head snapped up. The dimensions walls moved outwards, like it was made out of liquid.

"Finally," Jordan breathed. He smiled, watching as the void collapsed in on itself, drawing inward into a knot. Creating a small black hole in the center.

Jordan kicked upwards, sending his body toward the rift. The void continued to draw on itself, forming a black dot in the center of the white canvas. Then it exploded outwards, sending ripples across the expanse. Each ripple hit him, sending a tingling sensation along his body. He pushed through drawing closer.

 The knot ripped open. Blue sky tumbled out, and scents of a different world flowed past him. Light, sunlight touched his skin. Something he had almost forgotten the feel of. All of it—so different from his home dimension. And it felt so right. 

A figure tumbled out of the tear. They flailed, their arms spun wildly. They kicked trying to right themselves. 

Jordan floated next to them. The figure jerked away, eyes wide.

"Oi! No need to look so miffed, mate," Jordan said, grinning. "I’m Jordan Waystone, and I need your help."

Jorden way stone:

personality: formal, analytical. usually the calm one but will hold a grudge.

Has a need to make everything right.

He has a problem with things being out of place.

About 16 years old.

likes music

He's not technically part of the novel i'm writing.

But I love him ether way

also he is supposed to be British.

However I am American and did little to no research

[sothera]

Soth contemplated the young man in front of him; about his age, but the clothing, and the headphones...

"You're from The Surface aren't you? Did you summon me here? I was just coming out of a Hellpit; I finished off the Trolls, there were only five.

Then he realized he was dealing with someone from The Surface...

"My name's Sothera Vidar; please call me Soth. I'm ... well.. hard to explain... I make a living cleaning out Hellpits and monster hunting on a contract basis."

"I'm also... usually... better clothed..."

Jordan looked at the.. man?.. no, he was a kid, but...

"No creepy vibe... but you're really jacked...what's with the glowing tattoo?"

"Uhh... my kind all look like this, don't worry about the rune, I'm not hungry..."

You said you needed my help?"

Sothera Vidar

Age: 17 years

Personality: Formal, Martial, raised by monster hunters and human fosters, kind but occasionally intimidating

Origin: Hollow Earth

Race: Inductor Human Demon hybrid. Strength unknown unmeasurable. Regeneration abilities, limited blunt force trauma healing.

Likes learning and experiencing new things; realizes his experience with the outside world is limited.

Needs to occasionally feed on the strength of the monsters he kills by gripping them to his chest and holding them against the glowing red rune embedded there.

Soth being questioned and examined by his new friends on The Surface.

[sskybooks-deactivated20251202]

"I do," Jordan said, crossing his arms. "The multiverse isn't at its best right now, mate."

They drifted in the void, a vast expanse that seemed to swallow them up in the enormity of it all. It was like a vast, empty nothingness. It felt half-baked; even the air here carried a weightless quality, as though it wasn’t supposed to exist.

"Where even is here?" Soth said. His voice seemed to be drowned out in the thickness of the void. Around them, fragments of reality floated aimlessly—broken chunks of buildings, shattered glass. A teddy bear with its arm cut off floated past them.

"There really isn’t an answer," Jordan said. Soth turned back to watch the boy.

"But as I see it," Jordan continued, "it’s a place between worlds. Nothing and everything exist at the same time."

"How does that work?" Soth said.

"I’m thinking—" Jordan started.

The void rippled again.

"That happened fast." Jordan turned to where the ripples were coming from.

"What’s going on?"

"Brace yourself."

"Wha—" Soth started, then waves of energy pulsed outward. They covered their faces as the pulses rippled through them. The void folded in on itself before ripping apart.

A circular portal opened in front of them. Honey light poured through the opening. They peered into the apartment. It looked well-lived-in—a couple of blankets and clothes were scattered around the floor. A guitar case rested by the window.

A man sat on the bed, his legs crossed, fingers resting on the strings of a guitar. He cradled the instrument, eyes closed as he played a slow melody.

Jordan pushed forward. Soth moved to follow him.

"Wait," Jordan said, putting a hand on Soth's shoulder. "It might be better if I went in alone. We don’t want to startle him too much."

Soth nodded.

Jordan slid into the portal. His feet landed on the apartment’s floorboards with a creak.

The man jolted his fingers slipped off the guitar stings.

@rentherainbringer

May 27th, 1992. Chicago, Illinois.

Screeching guitar rips across Jordan's ears as the strings halt, "bloody..." he winces, a pair of bright green eyes staring back at him.

"What the fudge is that." A ratty man asks, a melodic voice rattling out. A unique guitar rests in his lap, sunken eyes firmly trained on the closing portal behind the young boy who just infiltrated his apartment.

Confusion crosses his sunken features, his words jumbling into a new one, "fudge?"

"So, what's your name?" Jordon inquires, a hint of nervousness. This man looks... unique to say the least. Jordons eyes drift, landing on the plaque hung on the wall: 'Jonathan Steele'. That answers some things.

He interrupts Jordons train of thought, slowly standing, "Woah woah kid, we have bigger problems than *my* name. How did you get in here?"

Jonathan Steele:

Personality: Sarcastic, charming, a love of profanity.

Body: Underweight, green eyes and fluffy black curls, shoulder blade length.

Age: 21, August 20th, 1971

Flaws: his first instinct upon frustration is to throw something.

Occupation: musician, he's known as 'The Crimson Idol' or less commonly as 'Grim'.

Interests: music, instruments

(I'll let someone else's character come and interrupt this mayhem, and Jonathan stew in his newfound inability to curse as he pleases. You can find his full story under 21 Bloodied Roses under my master list btw)

@ssbooks

“It’s a long explanation,” Jordan said.

“Spill it,” Jonathan snapped.

“Look, we only have so much time.” Jordan crossed the room so that he was next to Jonathan's bed.

“Before what?” Jonathan stood up, his sunken eyes meeting Jordan’s, challenging him. “What exactly is going on? If it has something to do with why you’re in my apartment, then please, by all means, go ahead.”

“The multiverse is collapsing,” Jordan said.

“Say what?” Jonathan balked. “Are you kidding?”

Jordan crossed his arms, his jaw set. “No.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Save it.”

“Oh, sure, just let me rearrange my entire calendar so that I can go on your little doohickey,” Jonathan said, glaring. Jordan remained impassive, returning the stare down.

“Okay, whatever,” Jonathan said, waving his hand dismissively. He turned around, stomping away. “I’m out of here. Adiós.”

The floor rippled. Jonathan stopped mid-step.

“What the—?”

The floor looked like it was dissolving right under Jonathan’s feet. He yelped, hopping back. The portal expanded beneath him. He flailed his arms as he fell into the void.

Jordan walked to the edge, watching Jonathan flail in the emptiness. Then, without hesitation, he took a step forward, letting himself fall. The portal sealed shut behind them.

“Okay, what the FLUFF was that?” Jonathan slapped a hand over his mouth. He glared. “And why can’t I swear?!”

“The void has its own rules,” Jordan said, shrugging. “I guess profanity isn’t one of them.” He smiled slightly.

Jonathan turned on him, glaring. “It isn’t FLUFFING funny.”

“That’s because you can’t hear yourself.” Jordan lay back, his eyes twinkled, behind a half hid smile.

“Hello.”

Jonathan wheeled around. Sloth floated over to them, his presence imposing. Jonathan’s eyes scanned over Sloth’s body.

“Whoa, you’re jacked. What kind of steroids did they inject you with?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to grab a shirt. I was figh—”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.” Sloth frowned, folding his muscular arms.

“Now, you,” Jonathan said, pointing at Jordan. “What am I doing here?”

“The void is collapsing.”

“So?” Jonathan growled.

“If the void collapses, it will wipe out everything—including your dimension.” Jordan pointed at Jonathan’s chest.

Jonathan ignored the pointed finger. “What’s to prevent me from leaving? I could just escape the next time another portal appears.”

Jordan crossed his arms.

“Now that you’re here, you are tied to the void.”

“And that means—?” Jonathan scowled.

“You try to escape, and the void will pull you back in.”

Jonathan scoffed and leaned back, his arms folded. “Great, it’s not like I had any other plans for today.”

The void rippled.

“What was that?”

“I believe we have another portal,” Sloth said, his chest rune glowing.

@scaryfangirl2001

The void continues to ripple and shift around them, as if the very fabric of reality strains against its own limits. Jordan, Soth, and Jonathan find themselves in an uneasy yet curious silence, each contemplating the strange convergence of their worlds. Suddenly, a small figure tumbles out of the still-closing rift, her long brown hair floating around her like a halo.

Annabon House lands softly on the crumbling concrete, her mismatched fluffy socks peeking out from beneath her ballet recital outfit. Clutching a puzzle box tightly to her chest, she looks around with wide, intelligent eyes, taking in the new surroundings and the unusual company.

Jordan approaches her gently, careful not to startle the young girl. "Hey there, you alright?" he asks, offering a reassuring smile.

Annabon nods, her eyes locking onto Jordan's. "I'm okay," she replies, her voice steady despite the surreal circumstances. "But where am I? And who are you?"

Soth steps forward, his expression softening as he crouches down to her level. "You're in a bit of a strange place, but you're safe with us. I'm Sothera Vidar, but you can call me Soth. This is Jordan and Jonathan."

Jonathan, still strumming absentmindedly on his guitar, looks over and gives her a nod. "Welcome to the madhouse, kid."

Annabon giggles, finding some comfort in the familiarity of the adults' presence. "I'm Julianna-Bonita House, but you can call me Annabon. I'm usually better at introducing myself, but this place is so... odd."

Jordan notices her interest in the void and its shifting patterns. "You seem pretty brave, Annabon. How did you end up here?"

She shrugs, her analytical mind already working to piece together the puzzle. "I'm not sure, but I was with my dads, and then I found myself here. They're both doctors, so I'm used to strange things happening."

Soth stands up, glancing at Jordan and Jonathan. "Well, it looks like we've got a new member in our little crew. Let's make sure she stays safe while we figure this out."

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, his sarcastic charm kicking in. "So, what's the plan, fearless leader?" he asks, looking at Jordan.

Jordan straightens, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "The plan is to find a way out of this void and get everyone back where they belong. We'll figure this out, together."

As they set off, Annabon walks beside Jordan, her small hand clutching his. "Do you think we'll find my dads?" she asks, her voice filled with hope.

Jordan squeezes her hand reassuringly. "I promise we'll do everything we can to find them."

Julianna-Bonita House:

Current Age: 7

Nickname: Annabon

Family: Diagnostician amputated Daddy Greg, Oncologist masterchef Papa Jim-Jim, 4-year-old sister Misty

wears mismatched fluffy socks

tends to carry puzzles with her

very picky eater despite her papa's good cooking

doesn't have a big sweet tooth but never turns down a candy cane

Math is her best subject and sometimes offers tutoring to struggling classmates. For a small fee, of course

strong sense of empathy

shows her leadership and negotiation skills

Her height is short for her age

has long brown hair

[teacakesrule]

ok so I actually write this in the morning when there were only two or three new parts so this will be confusing....hopefully you can just add this somehwere

(authors note: not sure if it has to be a reality character so...)

The rift suddenly surged wider. A female teenager stepped through, a blank gaze in her eyes.

The little vibrations from shifting feet and breathing told her there were three people. Kimi was deaf from birth, and blinded for an unknown reason when she was three.

She could tell they were talking. Asking her questions. Maybe even cursing when she didn't reply. She couldn't.

She didn't know where she was. She never really knew where anywhere was, to be frank. Kimi relied on her parents to guide her. She felt around for cues to tell her where she was, but she would never see anything in color again.

One thing for sure: she shouldn’t be here. The place gave off an aura that said this would be her demise…

Kimi Ara Koi

current age: 13

Family: Mother, father, younger sister died due to cardiac failure

Short brown hair, dirty green eyes

Currently wearing a midnight blue tank top with gold swirls and black cargo pants

5’7”

Masks her emotions with a chill mask

Half the time she’s very angry

Loves to sing even if she can’t hear

Made a song: this is the mask I wear

Doesn’t really have any hobbies

Syche had felt the void open.

No, no, no.

You can’t go there, she thought frantically.

She had to get them out.

Open the rift.

Because once you’re in, you never get out.

Syche Koi Leaf

I won’t bother to explain her. Too complicated.

[teacakesrule]

My parents: go do your Chinese homework since you have time

Me: ok

Reality: already did some in class so just draws or do other stuff and when parents ask what I did I show them work done on Sunday

[teacakesrule]

this is weird, but why does he remind me of a cat?

[teacakesrule]

*me watching demon slayer, season 5, ep one*

The Hashira meeting.

Me: hold up. WHY ARE THE SHORTIES IN THE BACK?de

[teacakesrule]

A summary of kotlc books except book 1

Continuation of previous book, boy issues, neverseen issues, biological parent issues, cursing against the Neverseen, big fight against neverseen, cliff hanger.

[teacakesrule]

I feel offended

There's no 28

>:(

[teacakesrule]

I really need to stop jumping around to different fandoms but my brain can't comprehend that....

Anyways....

SHINOBU IS 4'11?!!!!!!!!

FOUR ELEVEN

I"M TALLER THAN HER AND I"M BARELY A TEENAGER??????? HOW DOES THAT WORK?????

Yes, some people are short, but I didn't think she was that short.... According to the internet, the mist hashira guy is about my height....

Help

[teacakesrule]

Velia and I are now two halves of the same whole. If I sleep terrible, she sleeps well. If I lose a point in tennis, she wins hers. If I'm cold (like freezing, so she says), she's a normal human temperature. We have the exact same ideas and speak almost at the same time. Anyone else like this?