You are Jennifer Sanders. Proud Pureblood and part Veela daughter to Lucerne and Nymeria Sanders and twin sister of Emily Sanders. You made a mistake once and have ended up at the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ilvermorny. Fought giant spiders, Hidebehinds, and jerks. Learned you are the last True Seer to be born for a while. That you are a direct descendant, maybe one of the last, of Salazar Slytherin. Made a very concerning Prophesy before that was only partial heard by your best friend and adoptive sister Macy Wright who followed you and your twin to American out of love and concern for you. Have resolved to find the location of his wand to prevent a coming catastrophe.

Last time, Emily completely blew out the competition at Quidditch try-outs, a sport she loves since she takes after your mother, someone who could have gone pro.

She adopted a cute younger boy afterward who is now the new Seeker for your Ilvermorny House, Thunderbird, as well as your new honorary little brother and found out he was being harassed, hurt. Would be again, along with a small girl he took care of and loved from his orphanage and foster home.

Your coven, along with a pair of German transfers and a new little sister who likely has some schizophrenia, ADHD, OCD and an arsenal of guns and explosives, Aubrey Thompson, put a stop to that.

Violently.

It included smashing the ring leader’s wand hand to splinters; a girl who stole your name called Gwen and had shot a gun at you and Emily.

After, you added the female pair of Germans to your growing roster of little sisters, your coven, one named Hildabrant Erikson who despite her kind and forgiving nature had suffered from harassment in the past at Durmstrang for being Muggleborn yet showed considerable skill with Magic and her battle staff.

Your group, all of them, had demonstrated to all the bullies that you do not harm little kids or fuck with the Sander’s coven, even if it made you question if you were a monster to enjoy the fear and pain you inflicted.

You, Em, Macy, and ‘Brey visited your now scarred and half blind Divinations teacher who helped defend the school when you damaged and destroyed some of the wards and learned several disconcerting facts about the Shared Souls you and your twin have; discovered she was a Seer. Heard her last Prophesy was likely in motion and seemed to involved you and Emily.

Taught little kids to fight better with Aubrey.

Met a kind, tall librarian with a cane and were offered a couple of things.

Revealed secrets to the local and nice schizo girl including your role in endangering Ilvermorny and are about to tell her of your ancestry and goal of recovering your ancestor’s wand.

You close your eyes and lean back in your chair, taking a deep controlled breath. The pitter-patter of rain against a window overseeing the lake had always calmed you. It was an indication of how far you had come, how far you had led your people, to go from but a scant few in prebuilt fabs, huddling together against the raging storm, to now have tamed the waters of your surroundings and not only built shelter from the merciless winds, but to have grown and prospered.

And now ? Now that your people are safe, now that their bellies are full and their heads empty of constant worry about the danger of the morrow ? They go and try to kill your son ! To add to the farce, as the bastard tried to blow Magnus’ head off, he had the gall to proclaim his respect for you ! Your wife, Celyn, understandably wants blood, rivers of it for every drop that Magnus had lost. You really cannot blame her for it, if it were you a few decades younger you too would have made sure that there was hell to pay in a more…brutal manner.

Seeing as how you will be sixty in a few years’ time, a lot of the fire and brimstone that had made up your gut had long since cooled. You have to admit, despite wanting to dig out Coen’s guts and use them as decorations, a curious feeling of serenity holds onto you.

It is rare for you to be so sure of mind and purpose without even a moment’s hesitation. The rule of law will be upheld. You will ensure that there are no calls of claims of tyranny, no abuses of power…well, bar maybe one, as Magnus will need a proper command of his own, and it just so happens that the recon corps is lacking a leader. But besides that, perhaps out of romanticized ideals of nobility, or just nostalgia for when you were much younger and naïve, the whole point behind nobles is that they are supposed be bound by ideals of honour, duty, a certain noblesse oblige. An ideal you hope to embody and set down the precedent for the generations that shall follow your own.

Opening your eyes, you look at Celyn. She seems so tired, so worn, her light brown hair already has streaks of grey running across them, wrinkles are apparent where in your memory there were none. She has gotten old, and so had you.

“Dear.” You say, your voice even, the list of names still slowly moving before your eyes. “I cannot become a tyrant. I will not become a monster that slaughters its own people out of paranoia.”

“It is not paranoia to take necessary precautions to ensure the safety of our children !” She says, her choler rising.

Your dreams of getting a harem in another world have now become a reality.

Getting hit by a truck, meeting a goddess, and having a bunch of women that wanted to get in your pants? It was all part of the classic isekai experience. To have all of this happen to you made you feel like your luck finally turned around.

The crown jewel of your harem was said cute goddess that you met. She always stood by your side, devoting her entire being to you out of her own masochistic volition. She, along with your six other consensual 'slave-wives', were soon to mother your children.

As for you? You blessed with Lunacy Savantae: The power to build impossible things.

You were given a few names and titles — Mr. Doe, Savant Lord, the Master, Lord of Heaven's Landing — but your actual name, John Doe, was what most knew you by. It was, like nearly everything else in this world, a stock cliche.

And that was just the way you liked it.

You had spent more than a week in Centria — buying property, filling out paperwork, going to meetings, setting up a bounty for a murderer, among other things, you've finally returned home.

After a five hour flight on <span class="mu-i">The Vixen's Luck</span>, and the night covered all of Heaven's Landing, which was what you recently renamed your estate to, you returned home. You'd managed to avoid pirate ships and bad weather, safely bringing all of your materials, wives, and ghost.

Despite it all, nobody was demoralized.

"It's good to be at our love nest again, Master!" Herta said, giving you a small smirk.

"Funny how you're the one that's calling it that now." You reply as you step down from the airship.

Herta, the goddess that created this world, was as much of a smug and arrogant masochist as she always was. Once a known as a virgin goddess, she would soon become the proud mother of your twins: A fact that placated one of her deeper fetishes.

"That's pretty much what it is." Cattleya said with a meow. The near-amazonian catgirl took a good look at the place that she now called home, frowning as she set her eyes on the cheese cave by the cresting hill— the very place where she was nearly condemned to become a goblin brood mother. She turned back to you. "It's your land now, guv. An' no one else'll stake a claim to it."

"Well said, Cat." The smoky contralto following Ruby Rose's words spoke to you as she elegantly set foot onto the ground. "My gallant Master has already prepared in advance a million plans for any eventuality. Our successes in Centria are a testament to his schemes, fufufu~"

"Nevertheless we must always remain vigilant." Gerty said in a confident voice, the very image of a Holy Knight. "There are vultures gathering around us—Rostchilde and Forthwythe doubtlessly know of this place now."

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"Philosophy?" The Engine Near of Environmental Rejuvenation, the newest of that most esteemed council of technological sages, Exhaust 72, said as if testing the word. Ever fair Kanzeon, leaned down and with a smile that could cleanse the heavens themselves of strife, giggled and explained

"You should know my scholar is rather fixated with philosophy. You've read his attempt to preserve his kindhearted beliefs and share his world view with the world"

"Yes, The pamphlet titled the Journey was one of the first cultural exchanges we received. I find its tales to be a great source of wisdom, even if the poeticism of its lectures are somewhat overblown" The Engine Near hummed "So, you wish to discuss philosophy? Should've prepared for this, when hosting a philosopher"

"Among other things. Like your experiences with the natural world, will allow us both to understand eachothers three views much more clearly" You answer, smiling brightly despite the grunge and grime of your surroundings deep in the quarry of the soil revival center of Eternal Celestial engine

"I do not see how the that will promote deeper comprehension between our beliefs, of which I have more than three" He states, as the guided tour stops to admire a machine threshing long infertile and polluted soil to break it up, soften it and allow for its ease of transport to a different facility to cleanse it of its contaminants

"And that is because you are no philosopher. And three views is a term from Long-Jian" Kanzeon once against explain "To broadly refer to an individuals beliefs about life, the wider world and their personal values"

"Shangralan idioms baffle even the most studious minds, yet I still do not see how discussing nature will expedite our mutual understanding" Exhaust 72 states soberly, their three mechanical eyes staring towards the distance ceiling

"Much can be learned through meditating and ruminating on nature, one can learn much of the nature of the importance of struggle against seemingly unsurmountable odds by watching Carp try to swim upstream to challenge a waterfall" You answer, clapping your hands thrice in the manner Guozhi used to do "You have a fondness for nature, and speak of its designs, let us speak at length of what you, I and Kanzeon have borne witness to in nature and wax philosophical as we walk"

"I suggest our dear Engine Near leads the discussion" Kanzeon said with a jackalish smirk and Exhaust let out a drawn out sigh as he gathered and arranged his thoughts, trying to discern how best to begin a discussion of a subject he was nearly entirely unfamiliar with.

"Struggle. One flaw in the biological systems of the Ever Running Engine that I have noticed, is that more oft than the failures experienced by the manufactured replicas of their grand designs we maintain" They start
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King Xander has had a temper since he was a young boy and as he’s gotten older his anger spells have become harder to control.
In the last few years the kingdom has lost several members of the court to it, including the queen a little while back.

This is also why you have the position you have.
You were originally just supposed to be shadowing one of the king’s advisors before he himself was killed. You've survived so far but you're not a happy survivor however.

Amon G. Sus, an Unovan homeless teen is on an all expenses paid vacation to Alola. He is exploring, exploring the town, exploring the girls, and exploring his skills as a trainer. But what will happen next?

>Previously Amon and "Kiryu", the delinquent Alola League Champion in disguise are using the Battle Carnival to train Amon in tactics. They are in a heated double battle against a Kadabra and a Stunfisk against Amon's Croagunk and Kiryu's rental Comfey.

Foongus: Timid and cowardly, you met him at age 7 when foraging for food. You thought he was a Pokeball due to hunger and he ended up crying due to being afraid. You gave him a last morsel of food to calm him down and he followed you into the city. Now your bros for life. He's more brave during battles as long as its not TOO rough.
Ability: Effect Spore
Mega Drain
Stun Spore
Sweet Scent
And Clear Smog

Castform:
Was met a few months after Foongus. Some faggot with green hair saw you looking for shelter in the rain and offered you Castform to turn the days sunny after "hearing the voice of your Foongus...you meet weirdos amongst the homeless. It worked too! He gave you your original 6 Pokeballs too as means of apology for not being able to do more. You never saw him again. Castform is chipper and sunny! Which is odd given how much he feels like a bag full of water. He always tries to cheer you up! He is pretty bad at battles compared to the rest of your team. He lacks the "killer instincts" but he's loyal!
Ability: Forecast
Weather Ball
Sunny Day
Rain Dance

Croagunk:
A spacey chill Pokemon you met him during training Castform and Foongus. You tried to battle him but he kind of just...laid on his back. You tried catching him and it worked. Then when a wild Purrlion tried to steal the berries you scrounged up he Low Kicked the fuck out of it and sent it running for the hills. He seems...odd. Very much at his own tempo and logic. You haven't exactly figured it out yet but he's still a loyal companion.
Ability: Poison Touch
Poison Sting
Drain Punch
Astonish
Mud Slap

Sigilyph:
Flew into town after a particularly bad storm hit through the desert region. Which happens from time to time. You rescued him from being stuck in a tree and he joined you in gratitude. He's the most protective and on guard of your Pokemon. His Whirlwind attack has kept wild pokemon at bay and Hypnosis has kept would be scroungers from taking your shit.
Ability: Wonder Skin
Hypnosis
Whirlwind
Air Cutter
Confusion

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Your name is Sora Windcrest. A thief, a murderer, a rascal, a psychopath, etc. You’ve heard it all. And you're damn proud of how famous you’ve gotten.

Oh right, you’re also with the White Fang. Almost forgot. Loyal? Eh, sure, so long as they let you do whatever the fuck you want.

Lately, though, things have been shifting. People are bailing left and right. Something about your branch being “disloyal to its own” or some whiny crap like that. Idiots. If they’re dumb enough to buy Carmine’s lies, then they can rot in a ditch somewhere far away. And if you ever find them again, you'll be more than happy to handle them with an unhealthy dose of ‘hard love’.

Word is, this branch took a heavy hit. The Black Sheep are whispering that it's hanging by a thread. One or two more fuck-ups and it’s toast. And honestly? You don’t give a shit. The only reason you’re still here is the hope that one day, somehow, Adam fucking Taurus notices you and lets you fight by his side. Unrealistic dream? Maybe. Still, worth sticking around for.

…Okay, maybe there’s another reason. That girl Shelly, she’s been looking for a way out since the start. You’ve known that. It’s why you even entertained the idea. Would you actually leave with her? Maybe. Looks like she even got Da Boss T to consider it. That would be treason. And treason? Treason is fun. So you’ll cross that bridge if, and, or when it shows up.

Anyway, poor girl’s in a tough spot. So is Mr. Doggy Ears. She’s been having near-daily meetings with the big shots. You've overheard bits of them now and then. If only they’d let you join one of those calls just to catch a glimpse of that red-haired bastard…

But nah. If you’re gonna get noticed by him, it’ll be on your own terms. You don’t owe anyone shit. Still, the top-dogs (heh, top dogs, get it?) are at least giving Taylor and Birdie a shot to prove they can get their shit together. Maybe it's worth backing them up. For now.

And let’s not ignore the obvious. Headquarters is empty as fuck. Half the crew’s already peaced out. The only ones left are Shelly’s ride-or-dies. Not surprising, since she seems like a trustworthy bitch. No wonder they’re following her around like a damn private squad. Bitch even gets her own crew while you’re stuck solo? You’ll get the secret on how to do so from her one day.

In all honesty, it feels like she’s the one in charge now. Sure, Taylor’s still “the boss,” but he barely leaves his office. Just a title at this point. And also… he’s back on the bottle. Poor son of a bitch.

Whatever. Time to get on with your day.

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"That smell..." You begin. "You didn't bring... please tell me my apartment is demon free."

"Don't be a drama queen, course it is." He laughs as he sits up. "Honestly, a loyal friend brings you an apology gift and you can't even untwist your knickers long enough to say thank you."

"Thank you for what? The smell?" You grumble to yourself as you head for the window. "Question would at least keep it scent-free... God, I actually miss the normal break-ins."

"Come off it." John throws out.

"What'd you expect me to say? 'Oh. Hey. I was hoping to hear how the rest of your night went at Arkham.' something like that?"

"I'm chuffed you asked!" He barks, tossing the gift box to you. "It was actually a real pain in the bollocks, thanks for asking."

"A pain? You had Batman and you're supposed to be this big shot magician right?"

"Unfortunately for me, being hijacked and used as a Tulpa's johnny takes it out of a guy. I had to lug him out of there before it had a chance to affix itself to him again."

"And you didn't use a spell to just... float him or something?" You reply, picking at the tight knot of the ribbon. "You really don't have something like that?"

"First off, don't talk about my magic until you've looked in that box. Secondly, shutting down not one but TWO Tulpa's leaves a bloke a bit drained. So forgive me for not living up to your Magi stereotypes."

"Whatever." You reply. "After you forced me into a corner and got me to agree to a coma, I don't really think much of 'mages' anyway."

You pull the last loop and the knot falls apart, the ribbon hanging loosely around the box, you hear a metallic scrape and glance up to see John holding his zippo, loose cigarette dangling from his mouth. You narrow your eyes and he sneers.

"You opened the window, mate. I assumed..." He trails off as he watches you frown. "Well if you opened gifts faster than my granny maybe I wouldn't need a smoke. Not to mention all the hostility you have for a bloke who saved your life."

You are a racist queer. You don't know why you were born this way, but your goal is to become the most famous and popular entity in your community. Completing all your daily quests is important, along with planning rarer and more significant core moments. In racist queer quest, you are going to slay, rizz, and plus your way to the top.

Create your character:
>Gender
>Orientation Lesbian, Gay, Bi, T, Queer, Plus
>Race White, White-passing
>Nationality
>Religion Xtian, Halloween

After recognizing your existence, it's time to do stuff

>Do a daily stuff
>Try to get gay married

Yumigawa Rushorou was plunged into a life-or-death struggle in a surreal otherworld when, one day, he went to sleep in his familiar bed and found himself thereafter in the burning ruins of a nameless city. After ten days of struggle, he emerged victorious, standing as one of very few survivors of a crucible called the <span class="mu-i">Akeldama</span>. His enemies, one way or another, were dead. His allies had been protected. The ultimate prize was his. Then he woke up.

After a 5 year gap, the promised remake is here. Sequel to Fate/City Akeldama, originally run from March to May 2019, and remake of Fate/Awakening Mirror, originally run from May 2019 to October 2020. Both quests can be found here:
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A note regarding Nasuverse canon, a sometimes confused subject even within official releases: the only things I will confirm as definitely canon to this quest are the 2004 visual novel Fate/Stay Night and the quest Fate/City Akeldama. If you bring metaknowledge from other Nasuverse sources into this quest it may turn out to be accurate, but there's an even chance it will be wrong. This can be treated as a wholly separate timeline, in the same way Tsukihime is cut off from the rules of the setting as they function in most Fate works.