Madhouse1747
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Sometimes a girl just wants to forget about her fractured memories and dead clan and the centuries of pining behind every glance her roommate shoots her way. Was that too much to ask for?
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- Part 2 of Wider Than A Mile
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They weren't anything like her own Bayonetta and Jeanne. 500 extra years would change a lot about a person, she supposed.
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- Part 1 of Wider Than A Mile
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For his birthday, Billy has one wish: to leave the tower where Mother has kept him for eighteen years and see up close the magical lights that appear in the sky every year on his birthday. When she refuses to let him leave, he takes matters into his own hands.
Unbeknownst to Billy, Death is on his trail, and Agatha Harkness is desperate to find him first before Death can steal her boy again. But it is as they say: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer…
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But now the bed was cold. The bottles were empty, thrown on the floor and shattered into pieces. And Bayonetta had nothing to hold onto but the sheets as she cried herself to sleep every night, whimpering into her pillow and waiting for someone, anyone, to tell her that it’s just a nightmare.
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03 Aug 2026
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When her lover slaps the ancient, musty book in front of her and asks her for an explanation of Umbran history, Jeanne remembers there is much Cereza does not know and there is no one to blame but herself.
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01 Aug 2026
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After the pair save the world, Jeanne struggles to come to terms with Bayonetta’s new life.
My entry for Bayojeanne week day 3: memory.
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31 Jul 2026
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She’s wearing an ornate mask that’s doubled as a set of glasses, plus a suit made of hair. She has a blanket pulled over her shoulders for that extra bit of warmth; he had happened across her frightened and volatile, pointing ancient pistols at him. She was soaking wet and covered in the blood of angels.
Mostly angels. He could pick up the twang of human—mortal—blood.
“Well, you’re gonna need one,” is his terse reply as he lights a cigar using his thumb, an action she does not even look slightly perturbed by. He chuckles as he exhales.
“How about we spin a wheel and just pick one you like?”
That doesn’t make her laugh, doesn’t even make her crack a smile. Stormy eyes flashing with annoyance right behind her frames.
“I’ll kill you.”
Ok. Damn.
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Rodin makes an interesting friend.
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25 Jul 2026
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Jeanne can't remember a time where she felt like she actually deserved anything.
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27 Jul 2026