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by #𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓲
#Ranma
#rumicworld
#MVRP
official chestnut roaster of #𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘
𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓷𝓲
by #𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓲
#Ranma
#rumicworld
#MVRP
official chestnut roaster of #𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘
𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓷𝓲
December 15, 2025 at 2:09 PM
To return the favor, Ranma launched herself into his lap, wedging her head snugly between his thighs to look up at him with a smirk.
"Duckyyyy~" She cooed, softly dragging a fingertip along his jawline. "Less' go shoppin!"
"Duckyyyy~" She cooed, softly dragging a fingertip along his jawline. "Less' go shoppin!"
December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
To return the favor, Ranma launched herself into his lap, wedging her head snugly between his thighs to look up at him with a smirk.
"Duckyyyy~" She cooed, softly dragging a fingertip along his jawline. "Less' go shoppin!"
"Duckyyyy~" She cooed, softly dragging a fingertip along his jawline. "Less' go shoppin!"
Mousse was in the living room, nestled under the kotatsu, watching some obscure, bottom of the barrel comedy about sentient vacuum cleaners.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Mousse was in the living room, nestled under the kotatsu, watching some obscure, bottom of the barrel comedy about sentient vacuum cleaners.
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Said war crimes consisting of an old lady lodging a formal complaint about a demolished wall.
No, not a window.
A structural, load bearing brick wall.
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No, not a window.
A structural, load bearing brick wall.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Said war crimes consisting of an old lady lodging a formal complaint about a demolished wall.
No, not a window.
A structural, load bearing brick wall.
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No, not a window.
A structural, load bearing brick wall.
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Looking up with a wide grin, she knew she needed to splurge on some stuff to ease the suffering of their training the other day.
To no one's surprise, Mousse had kicked his girlfriend's butt by launching an entire anvil from his sleeve, committing several war crimes in the process.
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To no one's surprise, Mousse had kicked his girlfriend's butt by launching an entire anvil from his sleeve, committing several war crimes in the process.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Looking up with a wide grin, she knew she needed to splurge on some stuff to ease the suffering of their training the other day.
To no one's surprise, Mousse had kicked his girlfriend's butt by launching an entire anvil from his sleeve, committing several war crimes in the process.
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To no one's surprise, Mousse had kicked his girlfriend's butt by launching an entire anvil from his sleeve, committing several war crimes in the process.
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Ranma waddled over to her wallet, and flipped it open.
Inside lay stacks of yen banknotes.
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Inside lay stacks of yen banknotes.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Ranma waddled over to her wallet, and flipped it open.
Inside lay stacks of yen banknotes.
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Inside lay stacks of yen banknotes.
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Doohickeys.
Since the Great Ping Pong Table Debacle, the final product which resembled a hockey rink designed for bowling, Ranma and Mousse had no luck assembling furniture or games.
So, small gadgets it was.
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Since the Great Ping Pong Table Debacle, the final product which resembled a hockey rink designed for bowling, Ranma and Mousse had no luck assembling furniture or games.
So, small gadgets it was.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Doohickeys.
Since the Great Ping Pong Table Debacle, the final product which resembled a hockey rink designed for bowling, Ranma and Mousse had no luck assembling furniture or games.
So, small gadgets it was.
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Since the Great Ping Pong Table Debacle, the final product which resembled a hockey rink designed for bowling, Ranma and Mousse had no luck assembling furniture or games.
So, small gadgets it was.
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His chaotic gremlin of a girlfriend had probably, in her dreams, imagined him spit roasted over an open fire.
Who knew?
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Who knew?
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
His chaotic gremlin of a girlfriend had probably, in her dreams, imagined him spit roasted over an open fire.
Who knew?
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Who knew?
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Food.
Serving duck or eggs at the Christmas table was borderline sacrilege.
Partly because Mousse wasn't keen on the idea of cannibalistic symbolism, and partly because Ranma already treated his limbs as a sleep time snack.
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Serving duck or eggs at the Christmas table was borderline sacrilege.
Partly because Mousse wasn't keen on the idea of cannibalistic symbolism, and partly because Ranma already treated his limbs as a sleep time snack.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Food.
Serving duck or eggs at the Christmas table was borderline sacrilege.
Partly because Mousse wasn't keen on the idea of cannibalistic symbolism, and partly because Ranma already treated his limbs as a sleep time snack.
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Serving duck or eggs at the Christmas table was borderline sacrilege.
Partly because Mousse wasn't keen on the idea of cannibalistic symbolism, and partly because Ranma already treated his limbs as a sleep time snack.
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Clothes.
Mousse, her loyal boyfriend, part-time stress-relief duck, Michelin-star-caliber chef, and blind devotee, was always clad in the same torn, fish-scented robe for his antics.
It was presumably permanently infused with the aromas of the Nekohanten.
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Mousse, her loyal boyfriend, part-time stress-relief duck, Michelin-star-caliber chef, and blind devotee, was always clad in the same torn, fish-scented robe for his antics.
It was presumably permanently infused with the aromas of the Nekohanten.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Clothes.
Mousse, her loyal boyfriend, part-time stress-relief duck, Michelin-star-caliber chef, and blind devotee, was always clad in the same torn, fish-scented robe for his antics.
It was presumably permanently infused with the aromas of the Nekohanten.
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Mousse, her loyal boyfriend, part-time stress-relief duck, Michelin-star-caliber chef, and blind devotee, was always clad in the same torn, fish-scented robe for his antics.
It was presumably permanently infused with the aromas of the Nekohanten.
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Grumble... Grumble...
The girl with the crimson braids was pondering. Christmas was fast approaching, until a realization hit her.
One that threatened to derail the arrival of Ranma Claus entirely.
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The girl with the crimson braids was pondering. Christmas was fast approaching, until a realization hit her.
One that threatened to derail the arrival of Ranma Claus entirely.
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December 15, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Grumble... Grumble...
The girl with the crimson braids was pondering. Christmas was fast approaching, until a realization hit her.
One that threatened to derail the arrival of Ranma Claus entirely.
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The girl with the crimson braids was pondering. Christmas was fast approaching, until a realization hit her.
One that threatened to derail the arrival of Ranma Claus entirely.
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That's where she was now, the girl pondering her near failure as if it were a daily occurrence.
She took another sip from her hot chocolate, thinking it will magically turn these thoughts into air.
Ranma burned her tongue.
She took another sip from her hot chocolate, thinking it will magically turn these thoughts into air.
Ranma burned her tongue.
December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
That's where she was now, the girl pondering her near failure as if it were a daily occurrence.
She took another sip from her hot chocolate, thinking it will magically turn these thoughts into air.
Ranma burned her tongue.
She took another sip from her hot chocolate, thinking it will magically turn these thoughts into air.
Ranma burned her tongue.
Ranma wasn't one to give up. She knew her friend Ran was away retrieving an ancient artifact to finalize a permanent cure for her curse, a way for Ranma to remain a woman without fear of turning back into her dreaded male form.
Yet she had come this close to voiding their mission entirely.
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Yet she had come this close to voiding their mission entirely.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Ranma wasn't one to give up. She knew her friend Ran was away retrieving an ancient artifact to finalize a permanent cure for her curse, a way for Ranma to remain a woman without fear of turning back into her dreaded male form.
Yet she had come this close to voiding their mission entirely.
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Yet she had come this close to voiding their mission entirely.
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By the time Ranma dropped everything and rushed over to check, the crow was long gone.
All that remained was the outline of its sleek legs pressed into the snowy blanket on the windowsill.
It was that time she realized her mind had been completely overwritten for the last ten minutes.
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All that remained was the outline of its sleek legs pressed into the snowy blanket on the windowsill.
It was that time she realized her mind had been completely overwritten for the last ten minutes.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
By the time Ranma dropped everything and rushed over to check, the crow was long gone.
All that remained was the outline of its sleek legs pressed into the snowy blanket on the windowsill.
It was that time she realized her mind had been completely overwritten for the last ten minutes.
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All that remained was the outline of its sleek legs pressed into the snowy blanket on the windowsill.
It was that time she realized her mind had been completely overwritten for the last ten minutes.
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Her fragile soul was on the verge of metamorphosing into a free and unchained butterfly.
But the thought was shattered by a loud noise at the window, a crow pecking at the glass, desperate to enter the dojo's warm atmosphere.
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But the thought was shattered by a loud noise at the window, a crow pecking at the glass, desperate to enter the dojo's warm atmosphere.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Her fragile soul was on the verge of metamorphosing into a free and unchained butterfly.
But the thought was shattered by a loud noise at the window, a crow pecking at the glass, desperate to enter the dojo's warm atmosphere.
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But the thought was shattered by a loud noise at the window, a crow pecking at the glass, desperate to enter the dojo's warm atmosphere.
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She couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle at the innocent sight, gripping a mug of hot chocolate in her trembling hands.
Trembling.
She'd had a rough couple of weeks.
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Trembling.
She'd had a rough couple of weeks.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
She couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle at the innocent sight, gripping a mug of hot chocolate in her trembling hands.
Trembling.
She'd had a rough couple of weeks.
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Trembling.
She'd had a rough couple of weeks.
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From the dojo's window, Ranma saw boys building a snowman with a huge pot on its head, and girls making snow angels, while a mom and dad stood watching them with wide, reassuring smiles.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
From the dojo's window, Ranma saw boys building a snowman with a huge pot on its head, and girls making snow angels, while a mom and dad stood watching them with wide, reassuring smiles.
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It's December.
Christmas is just around the corner.
Thick blankets of snow, falling like mesmerizing artifacts, acted as the finishing touches on a Van Gogh painting across the streets of Nerima.
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Christmas is just around the corner.
Thick blankets of snow, falling like mesmerizing artifacts, acted as the finishing touches on a Van Gogh painting across the streets of Nerima.
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December 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM
It's December.
Christmas is just around the corner.
Thick blankets of snow, falling like mesmerizing artifacts, acted as the finishing touches on a Van Gogh painting across the streets of Nerima.
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Christmas is just around the corner.
Thick blankets of snow, falling like mesmerizing artifacts, acted as the finishing touches on a Van Gogh painting across the streets of Nerima.
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"H-Hello?! Artoria? Iss' me, Ranko!" She beamed, stomping her foot on the wooden floor in excitement.
November 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
"H-Hello?! Artoria? Iss' me, Ranko!" She beamed, stomping her foot on the wooden floor in excitement.
She lifted the receiver to her ear and waited, twirling the cord around her finger.
The line rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Just as she was about to give up, the ringing ceased, and a connection clicked open. She gasped.
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The line rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Just as she was about to give up, the ringing ceased, and a connection clicked open. She gasped.
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November 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
She lifted the receiver to her ear and waited, twirling the cord around her finger.
The line rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Just as she was about to give up, the ringing ceased, and a connection clicked open. She gasped.
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The line rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Just as she was about to give up, the ringing ceased, and a connection clicked open. She gasped.
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Making that decision, she stood up from the kotatsu and walked to the landline phone.
The satisfying whirr clicks of the spinning rotary dial filled the empty Tendo Dojo as she carefully input Artoria's number.
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The satisfying whirr clicks of the spinning rotary dial filled the empty Tendo Dojo as she carefully input Artoria's number.
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November 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Making that decision, she stood up from the kotatsu and walked to the landline phone.
The satisfying whirr clicks of the spinning rotary dial filled the empty Tendo Dojo as she carefully input Artoria's number.
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The satisfying whirr clicks of the spinning rotary dial filled the empty Tendo Dojo as she carefully input Artoria's number.
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