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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 7 months

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader

A/N: Hehe new chapter bitches come feast 🤭. The usu, so excuse grammatical errors and typos, Miguel being ooc most likely. Also if anyone knows that “get your hands off my stunt” tiktok I wanted to make a reference to it in here hehe.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, Miguel not knowing how to communicate his feelings, Peter trying to get Miguel to communicate said feelings. Logan being a king lol.

Word count: 1.4k

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Chapter 12: Baby we both know,that the nights are mainly made for saying thing’ that we can’t say tomorrow day.

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“Alright, let’s practice the lift.” Logan said, as he motioned for you to step closer to him, which you quickly obliged, standing next to him as you both postion yourselves for the crucifix lift. You took a deep breath as you grip onto Logan’s tone shoulders, trying to focus on you and your partner rather than the shouts and the sound of composite hockey sticks hitting the puck that was coming from the inside of the rink that was happening 20 feet away from you. Usually on Thursdays you both wouldn't go over your lifts off the ice while the spiders practice, but with a week and a day till regionals, anxiety has gotten the best of you, and the inability to get one of the empty dance rooms to practice only helped turn that anxiety into annoyance.

As Logan goes down to position his hands on you, and began to lift you, one the hockey players thought it would be oh so funny to shoot the puck in your direction, causing it to hit the plastic barrier with a loud bang, startling you a bit as you let go of Logan’s shoulders, letting out a small screech, and a few chuckles from the players on the ice. Thank god for Logan, the heavenly partner he was, was still able to go through with the move, although his movements were slightly shaky due to the scare. It seems you both weren’t the only ones to notice the shakiness, because one of the players that wasn’t on the ice was walking by and noticed too.

“I got her, I got her.” He mumbled as he stopped behind you and placed his hands on your waist, you didn’t move from the touch since if you tried to squirm away, your hip would hit Logan’s head.

Logan in response let out a dry chuckle as he looked over at the guy holding onto your waist, giving him a once over before saying, “get your hands off my partner.” To which the other guy quickly let go, putting both hands up in a defensive manner.

“Sorry man, just trying to help.” The guy said as Logan flipped you to put you back on the floor.

“Yeah, well, I didn't ask.” Logan replied as he whipped his hands on his practice tights. You couldn’t help but let out a little snort at Logan’s sassiness.

“Reilly! Stop talking to those two and get your ass in here! We still have 20 minutes!” You turned your head once you heard Miguel’s orders to his teammate, as he skated past you three, his eyes lingering a bit longer on you then it did on Logan or on his teammate, both your eyes locking for a split second, and in that second, time slowed for a bit.

“You heard him Ben, get your ass in here!” Peter shouts next, your eyes ripped from Miguel’s to look over at him. Honestly, the only one you could really recognize in red and blue sports gear was Mig, you only knew it was Peter who just spoke from the sound of his voice, even with the numbers and the names on the back, although you didn’t really know any but Peter and Miguel. With Miguel it was easier to tell him apart from the rest since his physique was so much different from the others. Sure they were all tall and muscular, but compared to Miguel…

“Oh my god stop being a horny bitch…” you scolded yourself internally, shaking your head as you watched the guy whose name was Ben Reilly (you were guessing at least, it made more sense to you then Reilly Ben.) made his way back on the ice.

“Fucking god… he thinks I don’t know what I’m doing…” Logan scoffed under his breath as he whispered to you, his eyes narrowed as he looked over at the rink before his gaze met yours, his shifting to one of a more playfulness once he saw the look of amusement in your eyes. “What?” He asked with a slight chuckle as he moved his hands to rest inside of his jacket pockets.

“Nothing, it’s just funny. When you said it like that, you sounded so possessive.” You grinned, lightly pointing him in his ribs, your grin widened when he scowled and squirmed away from your touch in retaliation.

“Well, excuse me, for not wanting someone else who I don’t know to be touching my ice dancing partner while we practice the moves.” Logan retorted with an eye roll, taking his hands out of his pocket to instead cross his arms in front of his chest. “Besides, I know you didn’t want him to touch you as much as I didn’t.” He added with a slight head tilt and a small smirk.

“Yeah, yeah...” you scoffed with a smile.

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“Miguel…”

“Miguel..”

“Miguel.”

“Mig-“

“Shut the fuck up Peter, I’m trying to focus.”

“I know you don’t like ‘talking about your feelings’ or whatever but you can’t just ignore her-“

“Watch me.”

Peter let out an exasperated sigh, running his hands through his light brown hair, before putting both hands onto the small dining room table that was in their tiny kitchen area, leaning his weight against it as he watched Miguel, who’s eyes never lifted from We’re he sat at the table, shifting from the notebook, to his laptop then to his textbook and back again, but never actually letting his eyes wander up to meet his friend’s.

“I can ignore her till I die.” Now that was a lie. Miguel knew it the second he uttered the words, although not a complete lie, it was still a lie. Sure, he could tease you, call you names, send you those classic smirks of his, and kiss you with more hunger than a starving man could devour food with when no one was around to look, all he wanted. But having to look you in the eyes, talking about how you made his heart race far more faster than any sort of championship game did,having to keep his jealousy at bay when he saw the was Ben put his hand on your waist in an attempt to help support you, when you and Logan were practicing outside of the rink today, knowing if he didn’t you’d be a witness to the sight of Ben Reilly getting decked in the face. The thought of having to him allowing himself to lay bare to you, he couldn’t even imagine it, he was never was one to talk to others in a way to allow himself to be seen as vulnerable, as a human with complex thoughts and emotions, so the prospect of you the only woman to make his heart stir with such emotion that it felt like he was suffering a heart attack, knowing what he hiding in the depths of his mind was utterly terrifying to him.

“Besides-“ Miguel continued, finally looking up at Peter, “I'm more focused on my next midterm to be worrying about some silly, little crush. I'm not a schoolgirl.” He finished before looking back down at his laptop, his full dark brows scrunched together as he attempted to concentrate on the more important task at hand. If he was still looking up, he’d see how Peter’s eyes widened once he had finished speaking.

“Wait… say that again.” Peter muttered quietly, Miguel looked up at his dorm mate again with a raised brow, before letting out a huff of air as he closed his laptop, knowing he isn’t going to get any work done with Peter continuing to push the conversation.

“ I said I’m too busy trying to get ready for-“

“No,” Peter almost hissed with how quickly he interrupted Miguel, “not that. You said crush, you, Miguel O’Hara just said you have a crush.” Once the words left Peter’s mouth, both males covered their mouths with their hands as their eyes widened, one in horror, the other in excitement.

“No I didn’t-“

“Oh yeah, you did!” Peter’s hands slips from his mouth, revealing that childlike grin he always seems to wear, but it was 10 times more annoying than it usually was, Miguel in response just dug his face further into his hand, muttering a curse in Spanish that his friend couldn’t quite understand.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Peter…” he mumbled into his palm, but his thoughts continued the sentence, “If (Y/N) doesn’t kill you first.”

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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The Time Apart : Coming home

@wackydrabbles Prompt #102*: “You keep a photo of ________ in your wallet? ” Note - the original prompt was “us” and not a fill-in, so use “us” for bonus drabble cred this week! ☑️ *challenge accepted*

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: G

Triggers: None Identified by this author

Pairing: (no pairing) Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand

A/U: Agent Phoenix: Forged in Fire - The time apart: This timeline occurs during Jessica's absence in Cordonia or when not formally paired in Cordonia with Liam as the TRR cast and original characters deal with her absence as well as Jessica and Liam attempt to go through life without each other. Stories may or may not have an in the present timeline component and are not always in order. It depends on the prompt, random inner thoughts, and the muse whenever they stop by. There are no chapter numbers as they are written as just a series of events in story form. Multi-part stories, as always, are labeled.

Detailed disclaimer

Catch me here

A/N #1: Jessica is adopted legally by the Beaumonts

A/N #2 This is my first Agent Phoenix forged in fire directors cut one-shot and drabble series timeline. This story has been in my drafts for 2 years and I was able to play around with the prompt for it to work :)

Song Inspiration: Coming home (CLEAN)- Diddy ft. Dirty money & Skylar Grey &

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Word count: 1,996*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 8 minutes

Years ago in Cordonia...

Liam's Office in the Capital

Liam's red-rimmed eyes looked at his brother, and he said, "He changed the law. I can't believe he terminated RG- 7 visa status three days before the wedding, and the state offices are closed. What good is all this power if I am just following the laws he made that can not be overturned? He has stolen our happiness together, and now with this law, he is taking my ability to just see her in any capacity."

"Liam, we will figure it out," Leo assured his brother.

"Leo, I don't know what to do. I just need time to rid myself of this marriage. But if she doesn't have status in the next day or two, she is gone forever, and there is nothing I can do."

"Liam, I will have to go to archives to find the canon law to refer to. But I can outmaneuver this. The archives are only open to the sovereign and their regent...which is you. I need your permission to enter. And I need an order from you to restore my Bastier privileges.

"Of course you have it." Liam quickly began working on the order.

Ramford Vineyard

Jessica sat on her bed looking through her suitcase as tears streamed down her face as she thought out loud, "What do you wear when you watch someone you love marry someone else? Black? Red? Well, I guess if heartbreak was a color, you would wear that."

*knock*

Jessica wiped her tears and took one shaky breath, and said, "Come in." As she zipped up the suitcase.

Bertrand entered the room with a blank expression on his face "Lady Jessica, I would like to broach a difficult subject with you."

"Sure, Mr. Rogers lay it on me." Jessica teased

Bertrand took a deep breath. "I have come to talk about your intentions of staying here."

"Bertrand, I came for the wedding. I haven't thought past that."

"We are forever grateful that you have. I regret to inform you that your RG-7 visa has been revoked."

Jessica's lips trembled, and she began to cry. "What?"

"Jessica, it means that you will have three days after the wedding to settle your affairs and return home."

Jessica took a deep breath. "OH. Then I guess I will just reapply for a travel visa and come back after settling back home."

Bertrand sat next to her. His eyes began to water. "Jessica, you cannot come back. The status is extended to Royal Guest as a suitor you were a guest of this house. With the ending of Social Season, you are not. For you to be granted privileges to enter as an unmarried suitor with no relations to a royal house, Liam would need to sign for your entry."

Jessica smirked. "Well, of course, he would. I will be back as soon as I can."

Bertrand's voice wavered, "The Queen would also need to sign… We all know she wouldn't because you are a threat to her even if you are not in that..." he paused, then said, "Cordonian arrangement."

"So I won't even be able to see my friends or come back to my second home?"

Bertrand reached for Jessica's hand and said as his voice wavered, "You will be prohibited from reentry for either five, ten, or 20 years. It's even possible that you will not be allowed to return at all. It is out of Liam's hands. Should he divorce, the ban remains intact."

"God, Constantine made sure to not just screw me out of a future with Liam. He made sure I would never see you guys ever again...at least in person on Cordonian soil. All I'm guilty of is loving Liam."

"Jessica, I have not been able to offer you financial assistance, and it is a regrettable shame that I couldn't. You have comported yourself with grace and dignity, and we are proud of you. Leo has found a law that gives us time. I can adopt you as a sibling. So Maxwell and I would like to offer you our name. You will have the right to be affiliated with our house and part take in court events. I expect it. It is an honorary title and one that you have earned and brings me great joy to give you… as the sister, you have become to us. Should you decide to stay past the grace period, you can be given citizenship through us, which I will gladly sponsor."

Jessica gave Bertrand an embrace that he accepted without hesitation.

Bertrand then said, "However, this means that you are in my care. SO if someone would like to court you, they will approach me as it is our custom."

1 day later ...

Ramford Vineyard

The sibling adoption ceremony took place at 3 pm. Jessica proudly wore her house colors light blue. Her dress was a stunning A-Line scoop neck knee-length chiffon cocktail dress with ruffles as she signed the document that would tie her to the Beaumont's forever the late Duchess's ring adorned her finger a gift from Bertrand. The brothers wanted to tie her to their house not in name but spirit by bestowing her an heirloom that would have been passed down to her if she were a natural-born daughter of their house. In their hearts, they knew their mother would have never objected to her personal effects being passed down to someone so loved by them.

Jessica gave them both a glowing smile as she stood in front of Liam, who oversaw the proceeding. He looked at her signature, and his heart ached. It was signed as Jessica M. Garcia - Beaumont instead of Jessica Garcia - Rys. The document notarized in the house sigil a cephalopod instead of the sigil he yearned to give her his mother's house sigil a Phoenix. The Beaumont's were able to give her the things he couldn't. He gave her a soft smile, happy she was staying in Cordonia but uncertain of their fate by the end of the week, he would be married to Madeleine. He wanted so badly to abdicate in Italy, but she wouldn't allow it, and now the only way to love each other until he was free was to do so in secret.

Liam collected himself and said, "Lady Jessica of house Beaumont, you are now bound to this house not only by name and but by spirit. Cordonia welcomes you with open arms. I look forward to signing the order that makes you a subject loyal to its crown in due time."

She gave him a deep, flawlessly executed curtsy taught to her by Bertrand on her first night in Cordonia, Leo turned to them with a camera in hand and said, "Okay guys, big smile on the count of three say 'Swear Vest.'"

A rare proud smile formed on Bertrand's face as he got closer to Jessica, and both he and Maxwell placed their hands behind her waist.

Leo counted down "1 2 3."

Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand smiled as they said in unison 'Sweater Vest.'

*click*

Years later ...

Ramford

Jessica froze as she walked into the Beaumont Estate...So many memories coming back to her. Even more so when she saw Bertrand ordering a staff member at the staircase.

"Maxwell! There you are! Where have you been off-" He faltered as he turned towards them. He looked genuinely surprised for only a moment before schooling his features. His aristocratic training coming second nature.

"Ah, Lady Jessica...It seems you remember your way back."

Jessica came towards him, Maxwell right beside her. Bertrand scowled at his younger brother before barely suppressing his glare at Jessica.

"Bertrand-"

He caught her off with a polite raise of his hand.

"I do not care to hear any half apologies or excuses. You did what I suppose you needed to do. You just wanted a life of your own. Why you couldn't do it here will remain a mystery to me. I did, however, expect more from you."

His words cut deep before he sighed, his features softening.

She felt her chest ache when she saw the hurt in her old mentor's eyes.

"We never knew what happened to you or if you were okay… We waited for a letter, at the very least. I couldn't even find you a suitor to marry you into another house so you could stay and try to live life here. This house was broken and had no prestige; we had nothing to offer anyone."

Jessica felt offended at his accusation.

"What? Do you think it was about money?! Or prestige?! Damn it, Bertrand!- I would have married Liam if he was a regular guy; his status didn't matter to me."

He interrupted her with an enraged glare. "Why else would you abandon us?!" He argued.

"Bertrand-" Maxwell interjected but shut his mouth from a glare shot his way by his older brother.

"I love Liam. That's why! Because I couldn't share a life with him. Whatever we did have was only temporary until he ran back to being Madeleine's husband. I was not meant to be the other woman. I wanted to be the only one, but I couldn't. So, I wanted to try and see if I could find someone to share my life with or at least have some sort of purpose."

"All we knew was that we did EVERYTHING in our power to help you! You were our family. We accepted you not only into our home but our lives. All for you to leave without even a proper goodbye. It's Liam's place to tell you about his heartbreak, but it's my place to tell you about ours. Savannah, Bartie, Maxwell, and mine! You were close to all of us. My son looked for you, my wife cried over you, Maxwell found comfort with the loss of you with Drake. I had no one to talk to about how much you left a void in my heart. Again, another woman that just upped and left."

Jessica's stomach sank as she saw tears forming in Bertrand's eyes.

"Bertrand…" She whimpered, reaching out to him. He shrugged away from her.

Bertrand reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and handed something to Jessica.

"You keep a photo of us in your wallet?" Jessica asked.

Bertrand looked at Jessica and said, "Yes. Since the day it was taken. It is what the American's do when they love someone. They carry pictures of people they love in their wallets to reminisce. I adopted the custom. I can't tell you how many times I found myself looking at that picture and wondering what life you made for yourself in our absence." His voice cracked. It made a tear escape her eye to gently fall down her cheek. Her heart hurt badly at seeing how painful her disappearance had made it for those she loved.

Jessica opened her wristlet purse and pulled out the same picture. "I spent the most meaningful years of my life here and learned so much. I hated walking away, and as the years passed, I held on to this picture, wondering if I could ever be your sister again."

Bertrand walked over to Jessica and gave her an embrace. They stood there silently, crying into each other's arms. He whispered to her, "Tungsten, you are where you belong." Jessica sniffled and whispered, 'Mr. Rogers. Thank you for loving me. I missed you all." After a few moments passed, another set of arms wrapped around them, and she could feel his warm tears on her as his soft voice spoke, 'Blossom, I'm glad my dance partner is back. It was never the same without you. '

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iloveabunchofgames · 1 year

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#JakeReviewsItch

AIdol

by ebi-hime

Price (US): $10.99

Included In: Bundle for Racial Equality and Justice

Genre: Visual Novel

Pitch: A Vocaloid fan is shocked when the virtual idol she adores sends her a DM—and says she's in trouble!

My expectations: Developer ebi-hime has published 39 anime-style visual novels to Itch in the past eight years. I can only see the date they were made available on Itch, so it's possible some were released somewhere else prior to 2015. Regardless, 39 games is a mind-boggling number of games for anyone to develop in one lifetime, and ebi does appear to be a one-woman developer. Okay, but anyone can throw something together at a weekend game jam and call it a game, right? Well, here's where it gets weirder. Many of the Itch listings include each visual novel's word count and estimated time to completion. Among the pages with this information, most hover around either 50,000 words (2-3 hours) or 100,000 words (4-6). At least one game is double that. And people are playing these. ebi has more than 3,000 followers on Steam. Three people I follow on Twitter also follow @ebihime, including one of my close, personal friends. AIdol was funded by a KickStarter campaign that raised $2,872. I'm not saying these are huge numbers, but these games have dedicated fans. I am beyond intrigued.

Review:

Hana is just a boring girl. She doesn’t have friends. Her hair is short. She doesn’t know anything about makeup. She can’t cook. She listens to music. And on top of all that, she can’t cook and she doesn’t have friends!

Maybe if Hana didn’t spend half of her time repeating this list of unremarkable characteristics to herself, she could develop a personality, but who needs to be a human when they could instead be a fan?

Her passion is “virtual idol” Aiko, a Vocaloid popstar who performs hologram shows and sells stomach-churning quantities of overpriced merch. She’s basically Hatsune Miku, except the Lyriq corporation has given her artificial sentience for some reason. But something sinister is happening at Lyriq. Aiko’s programmer has been fired. Her code has been changed, and her memory has been erased. Now Hana and Aiko must work together to solve the mystery.

This mostly involves oops-I-bumped-into-you-and-spilled-coffee meet-cutes and shirtless boys.

It all bores the heck out of me. After an hour of purple prose and static images of generic anime people, I started skipping dialogue, hoping to get to the end, but I couldn’t even put up with that. Not for me.

+ The intro sequence—lots of quick cuts and effects set to (I think) an original song. It's lively and well produced; not at all what I expect from a visual novel. + There are occasional typos and grammatical errors, but again, it surpasses my expectations for this type of game. + Professional-looking artwork. I don't know how much is original, but asset packs are made to be used. + Ditto, music.

– I brushed my hair away from my forehead. It's hot today, and I hoped it would help me to cool down. Mom thinks I should try a new style, but I don't know anything about hair. We disagree about hair, but I am lucky to have her. Sometimes when I look at her, I think she looks like she's the same age as me, except her hair is different than mine, and I don't know much about hair. Or makeup. I prefer Aiko figurines. I ordered one from AImazon, an online store that is very popular on the idol forms. Other people on the forums can be rude, which is why I'm thinking about cutting back to only posting for 14 hours a day. With my hair away from my face, cooling me on this hot afternoon, which feels as hot as yesterday, I leave the forum and turn my attention to Tumblr. "Now I understand how someone can write 39 visual novels," I write. – Aiko asks Hana to help her find her original programmer. Hana asks the idol forum if anyone knows anything. Then she hops on a train and visits Lyriq headquarters. She doesn't get any information there. She spends a few minutes commenting on every person she sees walking outside. (Throughout this scene, the only things onscreen are her internal monologue and a picture of a deserted city block.) She stops into a café and watches a young man order coffee, with all the pointless detail of that scene from The Room. The man bumps into her and almost spills the coffee. The game forgets about Hana and instead follows the man on his walk to his office, where he waits for an elevator, talks to a co-worker, goes up the elevator, and talks to another co-worker about his experience getting coffee. The perspective shifts again to this co-worker. We learn about her life for a few minutes, and then she sits down to do her work. Part of her job is moderating the idol forums. She sees Hana's post and closes the thread. Back at home, Hana reads every response to her question, until she finally sees that the thread has been closed. She texts Aiko to tell her the bad news. – No.

🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Bottom Line: Props for making a complete product with decent production value. Anime and visual novels with minimal interactivity don't usually do anything for me, but even if that is your scene, surely there are better options than AIdol.

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careeralley · 10 months

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 2 years

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7th Dimension (Chapter 3)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 2.1

WATTPAD LINK FOR 7TH DIMENSION

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: It has been three days that you were unconscious and on bedrest. Gojo Satoru was restless due to the fact of the relics you own---the manga panels you had on hand while surviving a car-crash in the middle of the Hanami incident. He was impatient for information and Satoru was not one to keep himself out of the subject matter especially that these artifacts you acquired had memories of the one and only bestfriend he had and also sketches of a future that left him clueless for whatever lays ahead for him.

Warnings: THE FOURTH WALL IS VERY STRONG ON THIS ONE, GUYS. Descriptive writing. Reader is a simp upon seeing Gojo Satoru. (I mean, it's in her subconsciousness despite of having an intense amount of amnesia, so that explains it) Manga panels picture included. Picture included in between the chapter are the torn Manga panels that Gojo acquired from you when you were on an accident. MANGA PANELS SPOILER. Slight soulmate AU vibes? Maybe because reader only gets to understand Satoru here and not the others. Reader does not understand Japanese. For the sake of this fanfic---if you somehow understand and know how to converse in Nihongo, let's just imagine that you don't and you have your own native language and know how to speak in English. Tiktok is mentioned. Wattpad and Tumblr too. When I said you've been teleported from earth and to Jujutsu Kaisen's world, I meant it. Megumi's already in this chapter by the way. Reader is utterly naive or in the state of being in-denial. Anxious reader is high on this one. Mention of Cyclops and Sea Urchin. Hehehe. I kind of changed the setting of their dormitory, let's imagine that Megumi and Itadori's dormitory had numbers of floors. Y/N means the insertion of your name and also Y/L/N means your last name. This will only be used in this particular chapter because everyone will have their own nickname for you in the next chapters. No worries.

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A/N: Your author is one crazy bish. If I say you'll live without owning any powers or abilities from how Jujutsu Kaisen works, you'll live. (I hope) Trust me. (But, I also don't trust my own words sometimes---LMAO JKJK) Y'all know Satoru's gonna keep you because there's Suguru Geto in the torn manga panels. Hehehe. You got no escape now, people. LMAO. I APOLOGIZE FOR THE ERRORS, I ONLY HAD TO READ THIS ONE TIME AND THEN DECIDED THAT I WANTED TO UPDATE THIS RIGHT NOW.

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline. Credits go entirely to Gege Akutami for JJK. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be. This has no connection towards the anime or manga as this is a FANFIC.

YOUR PALATES WERE REPUGNANT AND REVOLTING AS IT SHOULD BE, relishing in the piquancy of the foreshore and ichor mixed together. The idea wasn't entirely pleasant especially when your head felt heavy before your eyes, throbbing as you came to your senses. Peppery, minty scent came wafting through your nose, It smelled of Timber drifting through the air. There was also another that was worth the rivet, a masculine scent of perfume which smelled like Musk and Sandalwood. Captivating for your perspective and likes. The amount of fragrance grew closer as if it was a stone's throw away from your reach. You were shifting against the mattress, lately realizing that there was someone gently poking your cheeks, a finger that was somehow calloused on the end.

"Oi, It's been days," this man began mumbling to himself, his voice sounded clear, light and pleasant. Silvery as some can describe, but also smoky and modulated that it had your fingers twitch in a slight tremble, presumably earning an anomalous, skipping beat of your heart. It sounded familiar, yet somehow it didn't.

Thoroughly enigmatic to begin with.

Hence, it also sounded arresting but the other person didn't need to know that especially when you knew nothing of what was happening as of the moment.

"Are you seriously not waking up yet? I know Shoko advised me that you'll be taking at least an estimated number of seven days. But, I'm too impatient for that." He continued to wonder, too engrossed in his own mumbling. You shifted for the third time, the number of days that you were unconscious made your limbs shake like a leaf as you lifted to your elbows upon the mattress, drowsily blinking to stay clear of your blurry sight.

You were utterly languid as you turned your head to the other living person who was breathing in the same room with you, finally and completely setting on the sight of a blindfolded guy who was strangely sitting on a chair, backwards. His elbows flat on the head of the seat as he was evident that this guy was trying to perceive how you started to act.

Can he actually see you? was your initial thought upon seeing this bizarre guy.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, listlessly crossing his arms over the head of the chair where he seated which was just right in front of you, retrieving his fingers away from your face as he cocked his head to the side, the side of his lip lifted in a smile which felt smug in your point of view.

You knew you were at loss for words because this man looked above the average---scratch that, probably not if you were being doubtful because of how he tried to conceal what lies behind those eyes of his. Howbeit, you just knew that he held vitality and assertiveness from how his stance was---how he brought himself in between the conversation he was having with you.

This man was oozing with self-reliance. Ten to one, it was probably more than just confidence as haughtiness came with it, he was poising as if he knew himself that he was irresistible. Attractive. Charismatic. Those kind of adjectives that can make any woman keel over. A man that could get women nutty as a fruitcake when he has those blindfolds off in an instance.

He wasn't even showing you his whole face yet and this was how you were already describing him.

It left you wanting to know more about this man and you didn't even know him yet. What was wrong with you?

"Good Morning." Satoru dragged, smooth as butter.

Your heart was jumping hurdles. It was an imperceptible race that you didn't knew existed. Who was he? that voice inside your head thought as you took note of how his smile grew larger. His nose was cuspidated, quintessential as a painter could see fit. Lips waterlogged as if he was never dehydrated nor had the chance to do so because he held no blemishes---were there not? or were you just too preoccupied to his taintless charm that you hadn't notice his utopian flaws?

You've felt as if he was featherbedded. Jaw precise and honed downright superlative like he was brushed off an artisan's skillful hands designed with the softest, chalky white hair that was kept upward as if gravity didn't existed. It was madcap but also alluring. He probably noticed how you were keeping your mouth shut and knew that he was radiating off such influence which had you shutting your mouth in the middle of trying to reason out, leaving you in a stuttering mess.

"What---" you forcefully closed your mouth before your inner voice began to talk for you, it was better to be safe than to be filled with shame in the end, "a definitely nice morning---I mean---" Your lips were shut tight, looking utterly obvious to the latter that you were trying not to say anything that would make you regret in the end. His presence was certainly crucial to your standards in men because he, alone was making your brain hurt and it seemed like it could also be because of the pulsating pain surrounding your head.

As you lifted your head to give a rush scan of the room and never actually noticing how it looked like at first, you foolhardy began embarrassing yourself as if you were in Big Brother's House and someone was watching you through some form of CCTV cameras, expecting that this was a prank that a friend might put you up in.

"Is this a blind date---this girl reads too many online fanfic stories---ANGIE!"

At the sudden, ear-splitting holler of your voice kept the Jujutsu Sorcerer watching you from his position. It was quite a feast to be honest, how you were actually having an attack of the wobblies before him was giving Satoru such amusement that he had to shut his mouth before asking you the real deal.

"---I DIDN'T NEED A BLIND DATE, ANGIE! ALSO, I'VE EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU THAN TO PAIR ME UP WITH A BLIND MAN! I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO TAKE IT LITERALLY!"

Gojo couldn't help but began to rubberneck, emitting an airy, astonished 'Eh?' that left his pretty mouth. You didn't actually believe the idea that he was blind, did you?

Unless, you actually don't know him at all?

However, the illustration you have of him says otherwise. He had hard attestations that you actually know him a lot.

Shoko probably hadn't mentioned that you were bound to wake up with an hysterical episode. Maybe, he should've asked her to heal that part where you had the tendency to be away with the fairies.

"I'm not blind, I can assure you that." He declared as a matter of fact, watching you like a hawk as you tried to scramble onto your feet, cocking his head to the side as he left you untouched, wanting and waiting to see how much of a fool you can make out of yourself.

"---Oi, oi, careful. You've got serious brain injury to the point that you might not remember who you are," you were having an intense experience of vertigo from the sudden rush of action, making your ass fall flat on the bed again. The Jujutsu Sorcerer carried on with his divulgence of information over what was currently happening to your sudden enfeebling---your own body telling you that something was not right from waking up to a room you barely recognize with a man you hardly knew of, giving you a meaning that everything was actually real and you're not just daydreaming.

Were you? Actually not just Reality Shifting? Was the Tiktok trend actually real?

Gojo disregarded your disorientation with a gesture of his hand, setting forth that everything was tickety-boo as he was known to his unceremonious manners in moments like this.

"But, I guess you're fully healed!" he exclaimed, tone too gaiety for your serious injuries, going on with another revelation that got your mouth entirely dry, "---Yet, with an intense amount of amnesia!"

Amnesia. Were you seriously having amnesia or were you just talking to a crazed man who was acting blind?

It was probably the second option. Yeah. The latter choice.

That other part of you, your consciousness was silently praying for your co-worker named Angie to just interrupt both of your conversation by crashing in the room. Any minute now, you mindfully prayed to the heavens as the man beside seemed to be enjoying how he was trying to propagandize your confusion into thinking that you were in an accident and that you happen to forget everything.

Yet, you seriously had no idea who he was nor did you know where you were.

"I...definitely have no idea who you are," you were honest, mumbling your next question as you avoided his covered eyes.

How'd you know? Well, you just knew his attention was on you because he seemed to be looking.

"Where am I?"

"Tokyo Jujutsu High." he immediately answered with no restrictions.

What the heck, it sounded like it's from an anime. You blinked twice and probably thrice as you made a face, staring at your fingers that rested on your lap.

Angie was probably giving you a tough prank. If so, you were trying hard to remember what wrongdoing you've done that it had to end this way.

Or was this a gift because she knew how you were keen on people who does cosplay?

"We roleplayin' or something?" you guilelessly asked another, heedless of Gojo's hesitation upon answering a question that was out of the box, "---Ah. You're a cosplayer then."

You believed he was. No, you were praying that your accusations over the whole event was just a part of Angie's game plans because she knew you needed to be dated by a man. Badly needed for her way of lifestyle, yet to you---it wasn't. You were in no need for a man who would certainly bore you in the end.

The men you met back then were in all respects, lackluster. Nobody sparked your interest for years because the opposite sex were either bland in terms of their personalities and attitudes. Or better yet, these men you meet were either a hapless choice or fate that it ended up sundering before even turning intimate.

They just didn't fascinated you to the point that they were worth the stupor.

Or maybe it was a past with men that was left you expecting for more despite of knowing how unrealistic you could get.

Dissatisfaction was certainly a complete foe in the world of people who gourmandized over what they believed they truly deserved which kept the society heaving for a battle of sky-high specifications that created people's impractical choices and fantasies, leaving them crestfallen from expecting others to achieve their customized normalcy.

"Cosplayer?" your anomalous, abrupt inquiry caught Gojo off-guard, bewildered for the recurring questions that were off-center from what the Jujutsu Sorcerer is used to having. Gojo lifted a finger, beaming back at you as he decided to open his loquacious mouth but was immediately cut off by your unrepressed, anxious mutterings, "---I'm late for work, where's Angie? ANGIE! I SWEAR TO GOD---!" Ceaseless worries came crashing down your cognizance over the whole interrogation, refusing to believe every word that the charismatic blindfolded man was trying to elucidate.

Charismatic? You shouldn't be thinking that way when your life was at stake. However, it felt like in that part of your brain seemed like it was trying to talk you through things that everything was fine, thinking that this unidentified male was attractive as heck, utmost equitable.

Maybe, he had you drugged up into thinking about him that way. Yeah, that was probably it.

"An-gie? Eh?" Gojo emphasized and repeated, sounding the same way as you pronounced your friend's name but adding at least a Japanese accent to it in which you've overlooked, due to your frets.

"Don't act stupid. You don't seem like a kidnapper to me or some sort. Are you one of her friends?"

How he tried his best not to breathe a word was outstanding considering his nature of personality. Satoru watched you like a hawk as you were too overwrought to listen to his dialogues. He scrutinized how you were responding, each twist and turn around the room as you were giving a run down on what Megumi's room look like.

You've noticed a painting of Hina Dolls hung upon the back of the door with a scribbling of something foreign, keeping your eyes squinted as you tried to recognize what was written on the painting.

There was no one you knew in your life who could thoroughly understand Japanese letters this deep. Unless they transitioned and actually studied Japanese. You dwelled on the thought but quickly came to a realization that you really didn't know anyone, no matter how hard you try to reminisce.

"Wait---those are Japanese letters---" Gojo immediately interrupted before you could even ask him another set of rumbled questions, deciding that you were taking too long of his time. Howbeit, deep inside---he didn't mind at all when your reactions were all amusing to him.

"Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji mixed together." he frankly admitted, "---You know how to read them?"

As a matter of fact, you didn't understand nor know how to read them.

Or was it probably just this man's supremacy which can get you barking and trapped inside a void of vacant notions?

From the moment you were popped out of your mother's womb, you knew it yourself that there was no man who could hold himself so high and poised to the point that he believed himself that he had some kind of authority over your own jurisdictions. The likelihood of your own perceptions which could actually limit your sanities. He was unfazed by the immediate pause of your breath. In all likelihood, he was aware of how you've given him a once over as he shifted to turn around his seat before coming back down.

Gojo Satoru sat on the wooden chair, prodigious as you may describe as he seated crossed leg with a slight lean of his head like he was twinkling back. Your mind gone all topsy-turvy. His impressive stature complimenting a uniform you scarcely recognize, apparent to be like an attire straight out of cosplay.

He continued to grin, patiently keeping you under his watch as you heard him chuckle beneath his breath.

Oh, this man was convinced that he knew what you were thinking which made it difficult for you to keep yourself in check.

"N-No." your voice got the best of you, earning a humiliating crack that made you curse yourself inside your mind. What the actual hell.

You could feel your entire face heating up from the shame.

"Oh?" he ignored your shame, doubtless that he was aware of it as he continued to add and be puzzled over the whole conversation, "---we've been speaking the same language since the moment you woke up,"

You avoided your eyes at that and shook your head, momentarily looking away to stare at the door.

Gojo had an eagle eye for detail---scratch that, he even had the six-eyes for goodness sake. The Jujutsu Sorcerer understood what ran inside your mind right now and for how jittery you were becoming for every second, was it from his sole, predominant presence or the apprehension that you were transported to their world without bearing snippets of the accident gave him the concept that you were planning to escape through it all.

You had no idea if it was just a hallucination of your throbbing brain, but you've certainly heard the reiteration of the door lock fastening. It only took less than a second that you knew that the man confidently seated behind you was controlling everything that surrounded you both.

The latter took heed of the unconscious twitch of your fingers that was ready to just grab onto the doorknob and jolt out of the blue, he'd taken that you were staring back at him with wide eyes open. He would've let you and make a fool out of yourself as Gojo would have found it hilarious to be honest, yet he tried to reason out everything to you first and probably let you get the gist of why you were being cross-examined by him.

"Alright, alright, Let's cut the chase," he began with a drawl, patting his pockets as he does so as if he was planning to show you something, "---care to explain these?"

Without leaving his seat, he lifted up torn pieces of paper which had a black and white illustration---like a piece of official manga that has been recklessly ripped apart, mixed with claret liquid. You assumed it was droplets of blood---was the gore from you?

You couldn't even see it from where you stood that you had to take a couple of steps closer in which Gojo didn't mind.

"Though, no doubt. I look handsome in these drawings of yours," He'd taken a pause, sighing with a grin as you've heard him gave a good gloat about saying that the person on the manga panel was him. He earned a tight furrow of your brow, eyeballing his incredulity because the man illustrated by the artist was definitely not him if you were one to judge. "You have it kept in your bloody hand the whole time you've been transported back in the Tree incident,"

He was probably crazy after all. This man before you locked the doors without even batting an eyelid---not that you could actually see his eyes---nor lift a finger.

Are you seriously being interrogated by a die-hard manga fan who takes his cosplay earnestly?

"It's...just sketches of a man who seems to be like he's talking to his friend. The others seem like he's caught off-guard or---remembering something? A past, I guess. I don't know, though." Moving your face closer to see what was drawn on the paper, you've given it a shrug of your shoulder, brushing it off like it was nothing serious. "----It's probably just a manga panel of attractive 2D fictional men?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, he's not gonna lie that you got him on the first half of your sentence that his smile instantly fell the second he heard the word fictional. "That, I know---Wait, fictional? Eh? Excuse me?"

By all means, he certainly wasn't fictional when he was breathing all well that you had the power to touch, see and smell him all together.

(Let's imagine he's holding torn manga panels here and not DVD's)

He turned a deaf ear to your balderdash and pressed on about the main reason why he was keeping you locked inside the four corners of his student's room, "The question here is...what is this? why do you have this?" he brought the question again to the fore, moving the manga panel closer to your face which made you slightly lean back.

"I don't even know the context of this because it was ripped apart. They're all torn apart." you gave out tremulous sigh, continuously restless in his presence that you could feel your toes be on pins and needles. He might have a gun near him and you didn't know what kind of answer he wanted, "---also the text bubbles are completely blank," a breathless pause. "---It seems like it's an unfinished manga. Can't you just figure it out on Google?"

Gojo Satoru fell silent for the first time in forever. After all the times he was found annoying by everyone, this was the split second that he found at least just an ounce of vexation for a topic that was going nowhere.

It's like the both of you weren't connecting the dots. You were definitely not cooperating.

That, or you just have the best and intense amount of amnesia that needed time, trust and effort.

Could he bet the odds on that? A possibility that was rather risky for the life of a non-sorcerer to be involving you in this?

Keeping himself coolheaded and remaining unruffled by the turn of events, the smirk never left his face as he was engrossed in what you had to say, heating up your self-consciousness more to the point that it was probably boiling already, making you clear your throat to sound committed as possible, "If you're interested in the manga, I'm sorry. I don't remember the name of this. Maybe, it's in the pile of manga I have at home. I can check it out if you want to."

Another pause of your breath. Howbeit, this time felt like you were actually holding it for so long because this unknown guy was trying his hardest not to slam dunk your throbbing head on any furniture, perceiving how his smile seemed to be turning baleful---or maybe that's just what you wanted to comprehend to disregard the intense attraction you were feeling for him, "---Now, can I go home? I still have to open the cafe and it's like...10 am already. I'll try and give you a bunch of mine, if you want to borrow?"

It was definitely not a good time to experience Stockholm syndrome which only happens in those kind of stories that you read in Wattpad or Tumblr.

"Hold on, Hold on---but can't you see how handsome I am in this---this is me---" he egotistically proclaimed, uncrossing his solid, lengthy legs, stretching them out in front that it had you noticing that he was rather a tall guy.

You couldn't help but feel how heavy your head started to thump, making you scratch your forehead that you lately realized there were no bandages. It was like you were already healed in an instant, making everything feel as if there was something bizarre happening around. Was he serious when you heard him say that you were out unconscious for days? Then, why did you have no bandages nor are you in a hospital?

"You're cosplaying him then because I know for a fact that's certainly not you."

Gojo began to think of ways, proper ways to make you believe that the drawing you had was actually him. He lifted the torn down manga panels next to his face, exemplifying the exact comparison for you to give credence to, "It is! See?"

You've crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling another vertigo happening that made you slightly stumble. Though, it felt like somebody had ceased you to it and you were sure it wasn't the man before you because he was just sitting still and waiting for your judgement over his exciting cosplay of the man on the paper, "You're blindfolded. He's not." you pointed on both faces, his included as well as you emphasized with a slight tremble in your voice, presumably for the days you weren't talking or to this man's noteworthy existence, "---He wears black sun glasses and you're not. Again, SUN GLASSES."

"I have this sunglasses. I swear---I do!"

Satoru began patting himself again, searching for something he wanted you to see. He wanted to scoff from how you were difficult to persuade that he should've came prepared. The Jujutsu Sorcerer didn't expect you to wake up in about three days. Shoko advised that you'd come around with an estimated number of seven days or better yet, ten.

Gojo didn't expect you to wake up when he had begun poking your cheeks and probably talked to you while you slept.

He stood from his seat, entirely towering or lofty to the point that you could be engulfed by his mere height. You stood approximately below his chest, positively teensy-weensy compared to him but not entirely to the point of a child's height, you guessed?

Or maybe a child was taller than you, though nobody needed to know that.

"You're tall as hell, like a man straight out of a magazine," That still small voice whispered in the back of your head, mouth agape as you peered right back at him, feeling utterly undersized as if you could've been compliant if he wanted or demanded to.

This man before you was slender and also as fit as a fiddle like a model that came out of the magazines.

The latter lifted a hand on his hip, the one that held onto the paper and leaned his back a little like he was chewing over what he wanted to say and how he wanted you to take on board, raising a palm over his face as he reasoned out.

"Uh, How do I explain this..."

He began to blunder, coaxing you into believing that the man on the picture is in fact, him. Gojo was verily thinking if had brought his specs, though he was aware that it was in his room. Back at the estate. Should he warp for a second to pick it up then? No. You were giving him the impression that you were nailed on running off the hills if he does so, seeing how you knew nothing about his abilities, but knew a part of his past which left him a lot to muse on because of the peculiarity of it.

"I-It's because you're probably cosplaying him then!"

Concerned? No. Overstrung was the right term for what you were feeling in the present time. This sky-scraping man was giving you the jitters with every step he took. Being guided by your intuitions had you taking a step back whenever he took a step forward as Satoru went on with his persuasion, completely oblivious that you were actually heading for the aperture.

"Y-You know what, show me your eyes!"

Out of the blue, you demanded like it was a normal thing to ask. It was, right? Getting to know the eyes of a murderer that was about to strangle you alive because he could not get whatever answer he wanted from you? But, believe it or not, the other part of you---the one that went bonkers just wanted to see his actual appearance.

Gojo considered the idea. However, he was quick to contemplate when he felt that one of his students were about to interrupt the discussion he was having with you. Maybe, some other time. He mindlessly thought to himself and brought down his hands that were almost---close enough to lift his blindfolds off for you to see.

With your back against the door and definitely not following on this unforeseen events, you were unaware on how the hatch was pulled opened by someone you could barely recognize, bumping on another person's body from behind. You've felt your back hit against his chest accidentally, the unanticipated intrusion catching you off guard as you stumbled.

You've heard the intruder grumble an incomprehensible huff of protest.

Cyclops had rapid reflexes that he was gracefully, standing straight and never appeared like he was hovering before you, trying to torment your apprehension and quick beating of your heart prior to the intervention that you both had within around the four corners of a classic, Japanese styled room.

"Ah, Megumi!" He bubbly greeted the guy you bumped with.

"It's been three days." Fushiguro Megumi, Descendant of the Zenin family and also a first year student in Tokyo Jujutsu High, deadpanned, his expressions lackadaisical and so was his tone of voice like he was done with everything. "---When can I get my room back?"

"When she decides to cooperate." His sensei pointed to you who clearly had a mouth ajar because of being absolutely disoriented.

This Megumi guy was speaking a language you definitely did not understand.

The guy wore the same uniform just as the man you first woke up to, it wasn't exactly the same but you knew it had the same vibes like they knew each other and probably worked with each other. With spiky black hair that appeared to be tough gel or it was just that gravity did not effect his mane just as how blissful cyclops had.

Who were they?

"Don't you have your own around the school other than your estate?" Megumi implored with gritted teeth, finding the whole process of getting his own things here and there in a room that was considered his from the start entirely troublesome. "---There are lots of other rooms available. Why mine?" he passively glared, complaining for the 10th time in three days, "---I've been kicked out despite of trying to recover,"

Satoru laughed at his initial response and grumbles, treating his retorts with contempt, "Is my precious student being a big-baby now?"

Megumi couldn't help but grumble another beneath his breath, disgruntlement apparent as he didn't hide it from him, his brows tightly furrowed whenever he tried talking it out with his own teacher who was always poking fun whenever he wanted to, "Also, I'm not risking mine to a woman who probably knows the past or the future," Gojo grinned, placing a palm over his chest as he casually explained, "---Besides, yours seem more comforting."

"It really isn't. You just wanted to antagonize me." he immediately answered apathetically and with no remorse, giving him an indelible glout whilst they basically ignored your presence who stood in between them, not that you were being an utter hindrance because you weren't tall enough to do so, "---Can't you have another room customized or get all your things out of your old one and make it hers? You customize everything even our uniforms."

"I was busy?" the latter gave out a chaff, rattling his student's feather further as he was enjoying how Megumi was responding.

"You don't seem like it."

Satoru gave him an awkward tee-hee, brushing off his comment with a question and probably a sudden change of topic because the first year student was starting to sound like he was trying to murder him tons of times inside his head, "How's the others doing?"

"Kugisaki's getting impatient because you're starting to stall too long,"

He brought a hand to give Fushiguro a pat to his shoulder, noticing and knowing you were going to run off the hills in about a minute or two as you thought they were caught off-guard and focused on their conversation that was unfathomable for you, "There, there. Your 'Great-o Teacher Gojo' would take only---"

You actually just didn't rush headlong into shunning beneath Gojo's raised arm and running away with such a stagnant speed?

It was hysterically funny to be frank.

Gojo Satoru, being all smiles and beguiled by your sheer folly and Megumi being shoved away by your ignorance, not even earning a stumble from his student but only an intense amount of displeasure for your unheeding nudge when he did nothing to you.

Both men were actually feeling the opposites in the midst of your hasty retreat. Satoru was entertained and Megumi was...well.

"Move away, Sea Urchin!" You shrieked and ran through the wooden corridors, seeming like there were also other rooms as well. In detail and familiarizing your way out the door, the interior design of the place was fully built in traditional woven bamboo, assembled wooden columns on top of flat foundations made of packed earth or stones. The ambience felt entirely like you were in Japan. Getting a sniff--- besides your nose being bombarded by the blindfolded man's masculine perfume---welcomed your cognizance that you were in a province. The outskirts to be precise. You've passed by rooms per rooms, thinking that probably they were keeping other people as hostages as you panicked and tried to think straight, yet it was no use because you hardly know the way out, nor could you think straight upon where the stairs were.

"Eh," Gojo murmured to himself, raising a finger to gesture as he curiously watch you take a leaden run for it, "---Another less than 5 minutes. Or probably lesser than 3,"

Well, the figure confirms that you were a slow-runner. Impossibly laggy that you were unfit for any type of sports or they were just...built different from you.

Now was the time for Fushiguro to also be confusticated over what he heard, something foreign that he somehow learned from his previous school but actually did not master at all. It sounded Eigo or English to be more specific.

"What did she say?"

Megumi's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he kept track upon how you foolishly stopped running in the middle of the hallway to freak out as to where the stairs went around Tokyo Jujutsu High. It was just around the corner and you were too agitated to realize. How bovine. Megumi thought to himself. "She called you a Sea Urchin. Hehehe." Gojo merrily informed him with the biggest grin he can ever commit, much to his student's chagrin.

Megumi's mouth frowned even further, feeling his temples twitch.

"Really, tch."

Gojo decided it was best to just take a brisk walk as you were dwelling upon where their stairs were. He was not one to use his abilities every now and then unless needed. The man actually could, endlessly and it won't even tire him out. Yet, it felt wide of the mark with your frenzied state.

Did he need to make you go sleepy-bye-bye now just so you could calm down? Satoru reflected on the idea, taking it into consideration as he began to take several steps closer to you, his olive colored home slippers sliding through the wooden floors.

"Oi, oi, oiiii, Tiny-chan." he called out, adding a bit of razzing to it just how everyone expected of him to do, "---You take a right turn, see?"

Gojo pointed out on a short distance, showing you that there was a way down the place and also a third floor as well. The mortification of your imprudent actions got the best of you. Utterly just a spur-of-the-moment which earned a piping, hot flush to your face.

You didn't even realized he was already there behind you and it has only been a second, "Weren't you just---you're fast---"

"You were panicking and you're also just slow." he truthfully announced with a smile, pointing a finger at you in a bang.

"That...guy over there," you nodded to where the Sea Urchin stood as if he was surrounded with thunder and clouds, thoroughly unimpressed by the whole situation. The scowl never scraping off his face as he stared back like he was ready to strangle you alive.

Or maybe it was just his personality? The complete opposite of who stood in front of you.

"Ah. My student? You know Megumi?"

"Your student?"

Your eyebrows were scrunched in a tight twist, finding the concept rather unusual. Hence, you began raising another query, scratching the nape of your neck. Your mouth never ceasing to babble the theories with no pauses, "I don't understand a single thing he said---" you immediately pointed at who he claimed his student and went on relentlessly, "---when I can understand you completely. It's like...yours is translated already for me as if you're an exemption to this---to this---everything! I don't live in Japan! Why am I here? unless you're a Yakuza and I've been kidnapped by the mafia!"

His consistent merriness was beginning to give you aggravation. He was beaming---always have been like everything was delightful.

"Gojo Satoru," he lightheartedly introduced himself, his name vibrating inside your ears and seeming to pass towards your brain that turned into a mush when he decided to finally present himself, that tonality---his alluring timbre that made your heart go pit-a-pat. Latterly being aware that the way he said his name had an intonation of a Japanese name, "There's an accent to it, oh----God,"

The way your fingers trembled, palms in a cold-sweat, you refused to raise your chin and glance up at Gojo who now had his hands inside his pockets. From top to bottom, you were apprehensive of the fact that something terrible actually happened to you which made you travel from your country and to Japan. You were trying your hardest to deliberate on what happened back in Chomp for Sweets, taking a trip down the memory lane, there was nothing but the concept that you were sitting on your favorite spot in the cafe as Angie was enthusiastically serving a bunch of teenagers who happened to be customers. After that, it was all a vacuum of obliterated evocations.

What exactly happened back in your country?

"My...name's Y/N, Y/L/N." It was a mere courtesy to introduce yourself. In spite of that, you were still sounding reluctant, be of the opinion that you were just building castles in the air for an odd fantasy.

You've gotten to the point of tightly closing your eyes and holding your breath just so you could wake from your peculiar dreams. Nevertheless, Satoru's staggering response took you back, making your breath hitch from how proud he sounded like he had imaginary hands patting his back for knowing who you are beforehand.

"Ah, Yep! No need to introduce yourself. I know."

Your mouth went ajar, tongue-tied for his candor, "You even got to the point of---Alright! Alright! Time-out, time-out." you gestured with your hands, creating a letter 'T', looking right through the closed windows, they were wooden frames and covered with tough, translucent white paper. The average traditional windows you could see in Japan.

This man named Gojo Satoru retrieved his hands out of his own pockets, mimicking your gestures out of curiosity, his head cocked to the side to express his perplexes.

"Yes, time-out." you turned to see him imitating the motions of your nervous hands. He was candid as he does so, his back hunched to stoop down into your level of sight in which you found satirizing. "Time-out-o?"

Was he oblivious of how his face was nearly inches close to yours? Did he not know the word personal space especially when his perfume was bombarding your senses which was catching you in a spellbind?

You had to stumble back from the sudden lack of proximity, feeling yourself shift from one weight to another and constantly glancing at the closed windows, "Cut it out! Stop being in character for whatever anime you're trying to act in, we're not in a convention center for God's sake!" you beseeched, completely in-denial of the whole weird situation going on, "---How do I pull this---I'm already late for work!"

Gojo couldn't help but sigh, bringing himself back to his towering height as he crossed his arms. He leaned against the closed windows, scrutinizing the twitch of your fingers every now and then as you tried to pry the windows open.

You had no idea that you were incompetent to do so while you were having the collywobbles. No normal person would quickly accept the fact that you were transported from your country to another and having no memories of what happened before that, you expected to remember at least the image of travelling from an airplane to another, but waking up to a blindfolded guy who downright seemed to be like a psycho by how he was handling your agitated self as cool as a cucumber, intuitively, this man was basically screwy when he could see everything despite of concealing his eyes.

"You're lying. You're lying. Please tell me we're not actually in Japan and that student you got there was just an actor,"

Satoru tugged the windows open with no trouble, making you stumble forward with your heart jumping out of your chest. He ceased you from undergoing another accident with a touch to your head, igniting a squeak of your voice as you felt yourself go forward, catching you off-guard with his unexpected touch. This guy had ample palms and lingering fingers that were balmy enough to be worth to habituate.

The unconsciousness versus your entire sanity. What welcomed you was an eye-opener. Your incomprehensible feelings merged together leaving you in a disturbance for what stood up front. Such capacity that made the evergreen miniature for the reason that the same building you were standing in also had replicas on the other side, leaving a wide amount of an open area. Cherry Blossoms and Maple Trees delineated the surroundings as a form to beautify the place.

You definitely weren't in your country.

What also stood on the bottom was a woman who wore the same color of uniform that Gojo and Megumi had, portraying to also be displeased by something as she had her arms crossed against her voluptuous chest and a frown to her face. It wasn't only her around as there was another man who was clothed the same as the Sea Urchin, the differences that they had was the hood of his own jacket, it was crimson colored with a personality that was amiable enough for people to instantly warm-up to him, the guy with the rose colored hair waved a big one towards Gojo, hearing a loud 'Sensei!' in which you clearly understood because you were fond of anime and manga back in the life you had in your country.

Sensei meant teacher. You knew that for sure.

Hearing a mocking chuckle came from the teacher that these people recognize and call him in, you couldn't help the bucket of ice fall on top of your head at the concerning idea that you were now transported in a place in Japan that you hardly discern nor heard of, "Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High, Tiny-Chan!"

It was probably the end of the world because no matter how much you were trying, you didn't seem to wake up from this dream you highly believe of.

Did I just finish another new chapter today? Yes. Was it long? Yes, again. Welcome to 7th Dimension, everyone! Buckle your seatbelts because I tend to give y'all smiles and laughter but in the end I tend to input angst from time to time. Heeheehee!

Tiny-Chan? Tiny Chan. *heart eyes*

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kuroos-moon · 3 years

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≪ the love that wrecks, and the one that mends ≫

pairing: atsumu x reader x suna

genre: sfw, angst

warning/s: toxic relationship, implied sex, minor swearing, prolly contains typos & grammatical errors (didn’t proofread)

wc: 2.3k

His breaths are ragged, thoughts a jumble. It couldn’t be true, lies spread far too easily and he knew that. But still, just to be sure—not that he believed a word at all—he’ll ask you. You, his haven and comfort, the thick blanket to his coldest days and the warm embrace piercing through his isolation.

You, who filled his thoughts every night. What if he did this the next day or what if he had done that before bidding you goodbye after he walked you home? You, who had been there by his side all this time, he need not look to know that you’re there; you always will be. Through hurricanes of uncertainties and tides of pain, where every memory was precedented and followed by another misery for you both, you and him will not change.

“This isn’t gonna be the last time we’ll cry because of each other, right?”

His lips twitch up into a small smile as he tilts his head to the side, looking at you as if you were the prettiest sight. “Most likely not. Tell me, do ‘ya want it any other way though?”

Eyes seeing through you, he already knows your answer. You only shake your head, chuckling, “as if there is another way with you.”

That’s right, you can’t expect to have Atsumu in your life if you’re not willing to wet your pillow with tears before slumber, to break the rules—to lose yourself—to get hurt, to bleed, to yearn for more but accept the least. You can’t have it all, they say. Well, you always thought they were wrong.

With Atsumu, you had it all. The thrill, the pleasure, the pain—him, your breathtaking Atsumu who would utter the most painful words and whisper the sweetest apologies. He knew it too, you were willing to go through hell and back. You befriend your demons and say goodbye to the light, you easily do so, without the faintest doubt—if it means a few seconds of intertwined fingers, a glimpse of his loving eyes, an echo of his laughter, you don’t care, it’s enough, it should be.

But where the hell are you? You’re not at home, apparently you’re over at a friend’s place. He takes a moment to catch his breath as he arrives at his own home, exhausted, depressed and anxious. He could feel himself lose control of his thoughts, though he was only thinking of you.

You, who would call him at the most random of times ‘just because�� and you, who had not talked to him properly ever since the last fight you had which was roughly three months ago. What the fight was about, he couldn’t even remember, what he does recall is how you uttered the words goodbye, Atsumu and not your usual see you, ‘tsum.

“I thought we were watching a movie,” there’s the subtlest smile on his lips, dark orbs finally trained on you after he had looked away from the screen. “What I’m looking at is so much better though,” you whisper, intoxicated by his scent and his embrace.

“Really?” He asks, nonchalant but his tone dishonest. If anything, he wishes more than anything else for you to mean those words, yet it felt like they weren’t for him to hear. “Really.”

You’re an angel, badly hurt and wings clipped.

And it’s all okay. He’ll mend you and patch you up with what he could offer, though deep down he knows you still preferred pain than his solace. He’ll make you fly again, overlooking his true wishes that even with flight—even if you’ve healed enough to let Atsumu destroy you once more—you’ll pick him. It’s fine, he keeps reminding himself, even if you dive straight down to that hell again and abandon him.

In a millisecond of staring back at your eyes, he had thought over a million ways for you to actually see through him. Words will not do justice for how deeply he had fallen for you, not by a long shot, so please, “y/n, see me,” he whispers into his dark and silent room while you lay facing each other.

“I am looking at you, Rin,” you assure him, appreciatively running your fingers through his hair. Thank god for him, he’s a work of art.

“Then, do you know how much I love you?” He whispers, the agony of being someone who could only relieve your pain and not truly make you happy had his voice breaking and he hid it so well, but you heard, a tear already rolling down his cheek.

Your heart falls, watching more tears fall from his beautiful, kind eyes. The very eyes that had seen you at your worst, the very ones that you catch already staring at you from across the room.

“Y/n you said you see me, right?” He says, silent sobs forcing its way out of his throat and you pull him to yourself, peppering feather-like kisses on his skin and the heaven knows how far and desperately he truly wished that those kisses were out of love and not of pity.

“I see you.”

You don’t, he thought. You see a friend, a potential lover, a satisfactory replacement, it will always be Atsumu who’s rooted in the depths of your heart he could only dream of reaching.

“I love you Rin, you have no clue, and I do know how much you love me.” Of course you know, how could you not know when he kisses your forehead before he heads off to practice? when he races to your side the first thing in the morning and wordlessly holds your hand, when he tells you he loves you every single day and night, whether it’s through the phone, or in person when he thought you were asleep.

“But you wish he loved you this much instead of me,” he says, and as he’s always done, he puts you first and neglects his hurt, comforting you as you cry silent tears, pushing away the pain in his chest that’s commanding him to just breathe and let go.

He’d rather suffer alone than have you shed tears with him though, regretting to let you see him cry. Like the miracle of peace amidst chaos, his lips find their way to yours, drowning your sobs as his thumb swipes across your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

Your hearts beat faster, and he was wrong to think he was insignificant to you, because if anything, he was your world, your lifeline. Not just because he kissed, hugged, and comforted all your pain away, but because Suna is the only person you’ll love and forever choose to love like this, like words couldn’t describe, and numbers could not measure.

If your relationship with Atsumu was hell, you couldn’t even say Suna was heaven, not even close, heaven’s too flawed and unworthy to be compared to your lover. He’s just him, your cherished Suna Rintarou. The brunette you don’t have to break the rules for or cry over every other night, the gentle Suna who will never utter words he knows would hurt you, the beautiful Suna who with just a glimpse of him, all your troubles fade and love fills you.

It was when you loved Suna Rintarou, that you truly knew what love was like or what love was supposed to be—for you, that is. After months together, you discovered that love for you was listening to your shared playlist as you walk home together with your hand in his inside his pocket, love for you was barging into his room while he was still asleep and waking him up with a kiss, love for you was not hurting yourself over and over, love for you was loving more and more each day, and after loving Suna, love for you is him and him alone.

“Y/n?” The surprise is evident in his voice when you had pulled away only to glue your lips back together as you shift and now lay on top of him. He guiltily cannot peel his eyes away from you when you rid yourself of his hoodie, he had always known you were beautiful, it was common sense, he’d make it a law if need be, but tonight, he’s looking at you where his eyes had never seen or adored you yet before.

“Do you see me, Rin?” You whisper, and he draws his hand to the side of your face, his love for you painfully too overwhelming brought by your small act of kissing the inside of his wrist. He’s drunk from your affection, addicted to it. “I love you, only you, and it will always be you, okay? I’m sorry it took me a while to get to where I belong, to be here with you.”

That night, tears were spilt as your lips met, confessions were whispered as love was made, again and again until early hours of dawn, until your head lays on his bare chest and his arm securely encloses you to him, a smile on his lips as he listens to your even breaths.

Meanwhile, Atsumu suffered a sleepless, restless wake of dawn. It wasn’t confirmed to be true yet, but maybe it was because of the way he knew deep down that it is probable, and it made sense. Your love was toxic—unofficial even—while he had always been yours, he knew that he gave you one too many reasons to no longer be his.

Yes, he was yours as you lay together on your bed that one night, endless conversations and sincere smiles. But no, he was no longer yours when he left your place and called one of his girls, apologizing for not showing up.

He was yours, when he got jealous and possessive, claiming you his and holding you tightly close to him. But the moment you started asking for more again—for a relationship more certain—in his irritated eyes and discomforted language, in his small sigh and aversion of the topic, you knew once more that he isn’t and might never be yours.

He’ll change from now on, he says to himself as he swallows his pride and picks up his phone, pressing your contact starred favorite, a red heart at the end of your name. In the first ring he wishes you’ll pick up on the next, on the second he hoped you were just asleep, and when you didn’t pick up, he looks at himself in the mirror and wondered why tears had already graced his cheeks.

He calls again, you pick up on the second ring.

“Atsumu.”

As if the coldest wind breezed through him, a shiver runs down his spine and he could feel his throat dry. He couldn’t speak, refusing to accept that the person who picked up your phone is the very person he begged the universe you weren’t with right now.

“What?”

“Where is she?”

“She’s asleep, why would you even call at this hour.”

There was silence on the line, and from the other end of the call, Suna was sitting up, gazing at your peaceful features as he covers your exposed arm with the blanket that had slightly gone astray. He caresses your cheek gently with the back of his hand, as if the reminder of Atsumu had him on guard with you, instincts kicking in as he wanted to make sure you feel loved and safe with him even though you were asleep.

“Then are ya really… Ya aren’t right? Y’know y/n’s mine.”

Just like that, Suna’s eyes drop cold, his hand leaving the side of your face. “We’re going out, I wouldn’t really consider the things we’ve done together platonic.”

Before he could respond he hears your voice, from the sound of it—after having heard it a thousand times when he used to stay over at yours—you just woke up, he bets you were barely even awake at all.

“Rin? C’mere,” you mumble.

The sound of the mattress shifting and the fluffing of pillows as you sit up and snuggle into Suna’s chest left him a lot to imagine. Despite the wreck it was all making inside his head, he couldn’t even bring himself to end the call.

Suna had already abandoned your phone, presuming it had already ended as he diverts his full attention to you, looking down affectionately with love behind his dark eyes.

“Did I wake you?” He says in a small voice, yet the kiss he planted atop your head was something Atsumu could still hear, fingers shaking as his grip tightens on his phone.

“’sokay, let me just sleep here,” you smile, kissing the crook of his neck as you close your eyes once more, already feeling yourself succumb to slumber. This was peaceful, your heart had never felt this in tuned with someone else’s, yet here in his dark room, under the warmth of his covers and the serenity of his bare body against yours, you knew you had finally wound up to where you belong.

“Rin?”

He hums in response, tracing his hand across your back as he too starts to fall asleep in your embrace.

“I love you.”

Those words meant the world to one and torment to the other.

“I love you, ‘Tsum! You fucking know that! And if you don’t want to let me go, why can’t you just love me too?”

“Are ya sayin I don’t love ya?”

“Then do you?”

Like every fight wherein you had him cornered, he left you unanswered that night. He bitterly smiles, regretful and anguished. With four last words before hanging up the phone, he welcomes the pain of his loss, the loss he knew was coming because he just couldn’t treat you right.

“I love you, y/n.”

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Have you ever tried a colorful macaroon? Maybe you mean macarons? I’ve never seen a macaroon with food coloring before.

Do you say macaroon or macaron? It depends on what I’m referring to because they’re two different kinds of food.

Do you know what a macaroon is? Yes, they taste terrible.

Would you rather go to Paris or London? Both sound a bit too boring of a trip for me tbh, I’d rather go to other European cities.

Which national flag do you like the best? I’m not that into flags to have a favorite...I like how Nepal’s has a unique shape, though.

Name 3 celebrities people say you look like. Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and a local celebrity you wouldn’t know about.

^Do you agree? I never saw myself looking like Anna but that’s actually the most common one I get, so I just might not know my face all that well. The only one that’s agreeable enough with me is the last celebrity I mentioned.

Do you know anyone who looks like Taylor Swift? No, especially not on this side of the planet.

Have you ever been betrayed by a best friend? Yes but that was like back in the fifth grade. I’ve been very selective of my friends ever since.

What color is the sweatshirt that you wear the most? Black.

Do you have a mirror in your room? No. I don’t really feel as if I need it.

What was the last thing you painted? I last painted on a paint-by-numbers kit, but it’s been a while since I took up the hobby. I want to get back around to it someday, but proably not any time soon as I find it a tad bit time-consuming.

Do you correct grammatical errors online? Not other people’s, but yeah I edit my posts whenever I catch a typo or grammar error. I also edit survey questions if they aren’t in proper grammar, just so other people who’d want to take the same survey won’t have to deal with it and point it out anymore.

What’s the last thing you made out of clay? I’ve only done pottery once, and that time I was taught how to make a vase. I wasn’t able to see the end result though since they still had to bake it and everything, and I was only staying in that town for a few days.

Do you go for days without washing your hair? No, I absolutely hate that feeling. My hair starts getting itchy after a day or so of not washing it and it feels irritating, so I feel the need to shower everyday.

When is the last time you had scrambled eggs and bacon? Maybe around a week ago? It’s something my parents make regularly for breakfast, alongside other local breakfast dishes.

Do you like bacon bits on your salad? I don’t really eat salad but sure, I’ll take some bacon in mine.

What is your favorite salad dressing? See above.

What is your favorite kind of soup? Not a big soup person either. I suppose I’m most enthusiastic about miso soup, if anything.

Do you eat a lot of soup? Not at all. I don’t think I ever purposely ordered it at a restaurant either; I only consume soup if it already comes as a freebie with my order.

Do you collect Mason jars to use for crafts? Nope, was never a hobby of mine. This reminds me that I have a mason jar filled with date receipts and love notes on tiny Post-Its from my last relationship, though...I literally can’t remember if I’ve since thrown it out, but I also haven’t seen it in a while...hm. I guess I’ll try looking for it later today and throw it away if I do find it still lying around in my room.

What’s a trend that you never caught on to? Remember when I said streetwear like, literally a month ago? Lmaoooooo I’m into it now. That’s why I’ll just skip over this question HAHAHAHA I always end up being obsessed with the things I swear off in the beginning :((((

What’s a trend that you haven’t caught on to yet, but you want to? Vlogging? It’d be nice to make a video or two of my own.

Do you type fast? Very. My co-workers recently started sharing this typing speed website that we’re all free to try out and so far I’m the official reigning champion haha. No one has beaten my WPM record yet.

Did you learn to type through a computer program for kids? Yes. I never adopted the ‘standard’ finger practice though; I type only with my index and middle fingers.

How many years were you homeschooled? I was never homeschooled.

If applicable, what’s a youtuber you would love to collab with? Louise Pentland.

Do you think you’re successful in life? Not quite there yet, but I’m comfortable with the way I’m working towards it for now. It’s nice to be doing things that I know will lead to something in the future.

What color is the tree outside your window? If you mean the leaves, then green.

What color is your rug, if you have one? (not carpet, rug) I don’t have one in my room but the main one we have in the living room is brown.

What do you take for pain? I take a Biogesic pill for headaches. If I get muscle sores/strains, I rub Katinko on the spots that hurt.

Which pharmacy do you use? I never need to go to those but I can always take a drive to the nearby Mercury Drug.

Do you reapply nail polish when it starts to chip? I don’t wear nail polish at all.

What is this month’s calendar picture? I don’t use a calendar.

What was the last thing you ate? Sushiiiiiiiii. I made a very impulsive and rash decision to buy THREE ORDERS of sushi yesterday. I hadn’t eaten all day and I also had a crappy at work, and my clouded judgment thought buying 24 pieces of maki was the way to go. I’m still in the stage of trying to convince myself I deserved it anyway.

What are your favorite things to put in tea? I don’t drink tea tea, but when I buy milk tea I always go for chocolate flavors. I also don’t like pearls in my milk tea.

Do you wish the Unicorn Frappuccino was a regular drink at Starbucks? I never go for customized drinks, so I don’t care at all about this.

Is there a coffee shop in your town that’s better than Starbucks? Possibly, but I may not have checked it out yet. For now, I like buying from Starbucks.

Do you frequent any coffee shops? Back in college I used to alternate between Starbucks and Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf; I’d go several times a week to either because coffee shops were the best place to study at.

What’s your favorite Lisa Frank character? I was never aware that there were characters lol. I thought it was only her.

Which Disney character looks the most like you? Raya for sure, but before her, I felt a big connection with Moana.

Did you go to Disney World or Disneyland as a kid? No, I haven’t gotten to go yet. It would be nice if my first time could also already be a trip with my own kid in the future :)

Do you live with a demon? Talk about creepy question lol. No.

Who has the best personality on youtube? Who cares? < I mean, same. I’m sure they all put up a show to some extent - I don’ think anyone would ever know the answer to this...but personally, those whose personalities I find really endearing would beeeeee Grace Helbig, Kelsey Impicciche, Kelsey Darragh, and Andrew Ilnyckyj.

What are some of your goals for this year? Stay employed, be better at my job, collect more BTS albums.

Does it feel like spring yet? We don’t have spring, so I don’t know what that would feel like.

What do you do to celebrate Earth Day? I don’t wait until April 22 to do something for the planet.

How do you celebrate Easter? I don’t.

Have you ridden your bike yet this year? I can’t ride bikes, haaaaa.

What does your bike look like? The family bike has some blue and grey on it. Not that I ever practice riding it.

What is your favorite place that you’ve lived? I like the house that we live in now. I like that we have a rooftop and that we don’t live with extended family.

Do you shop at Aeropostale? No, and I’m not sure we have Aeropostale shops here. The only reason we ever got Aeropostale items of clothing in the past was because relatives living in the States would occasionally bring home a box of pasalubong for us here in the Philippines.

What’s the last thing you wore from Aeropostale? Idk, probably a shirt. Have you ever been to a church that just wanted your money? Aren’t all churches like that? < Can agree and can confirm. My local parish has been undergoing a ridiculously extravagant renovation for years now and the thing is that the renovation is meant to be so fucking fancy they clearly can’t afford it, so they’ve been pooling money from churchgoers for years now as well. When we could still physically attend mass I used to keep myself from laughing everytime one of the church staff would come up on the podium and ask for money again.

Who is someone you are struggling to forgive, if applicable? I don’t struggle to forgive. I just don’t forgive. If someone does me wrong I just do my best to block them out of my memories, get into the mindset that they never existed, and live peacefully from there.

Have you ever had someone try to intentionally bully you to suicide? I don’t think so, at least not intentionally. My mom always did it unintentionally though, especially in my tween and teen years. She was always very harsh with her words and actions (she still is, but we don’t butt heads as often anymore). I didn’t have a very good emotional foundation mainly thanks to her and I had to claw my own way to get to be the much more stable self I am today.

What’s your favorite type of cereal? Sweet ones.

Who are your favorite kids that you’ve babysat? I never babysat kids outside of younger relatives.

Who is your favorite cousin? My eldest cousin from my mom’s side. I’ve always viewed him more as a brother than a cousin since we did live under the same roof for nearly a decade before my family moved to our own home.

Does one side of your family live in another state? My family is spread out everywhere, dude. I have relatives living in another town, another city, another province, another region, another island, another country. Idk about cultures but that’s generally how Filipino families are to begin with.

What states did your parents grow up in? I’m not saying that.

Do you want kids? If yes, how many? It would be nice. I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to find someone I would want to marry and have a family with. It definitely seems bleak, but then again I’m 23 lmao. I’m not in a hurry.

What’s a craft that you’ve seen online that you don’t think will work? Most of the shit that that 5 Minute Crafts channel or whatever they’re called puts out.

What, if anything, are you severely allergic to? Grass.

Have you ever had an allergic reaction to an insect? Nopes.

How do you react to bee stings? I’ve never been stung and I hope that never happens to me.

Is there a good hospital where you live? I’m not so sure; I don’t take trips to the hospital frequently.

What’s your favorite kind of tea to drink in the spring? I never drink tea. Never been my...cup of tea? Hahahaha.

What are your favorite biblical names for girls? Elizabeth and Eden.

…for boys? Luke, Noah, Jacob, Seth.

What color nail polish do you usually wear in the spring? Again, I never put on nail polish.

What’s your favorite color that you’ve dyed your hair? I haven’t tried dyeing my hair either :( It’s something I want to explore, though.

Do you ever eat ice cream in the winter? We don’t have winter but yeah, I’m not opposed to having ice cream when the climate is on the cooler side.

How often do you wash your sheets? Every month or so.

What was the name of the biggest bully in your high school? No one got away with pulling that kind of shit in my old school.

^Did everyone hate her/him? -

^Were you his/her target? -

#survey #surveys

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bang-yedamn · 4 years

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An Intro To My Random Ass And Thoughts On The Comebacks That Came Out The Other Day Also My Opinion on Jason Derulo As An ARMY

Hello Random ass people and welcome

I’m a 14 year old girl who will be sending her audition in 15 days...more about this random ass ambitious ambitious young girl...she has been singing since she was 2 never had any professional training....she plays guitar and writes music when she feels like her world is falling apart...I have always wanted to sing or make music for a living and when i saw kpop i knew that was where i wanted to be...No matter how hard and scary it will be i am willing to push through if it means i wont be sitting in an office all day infront of a computer for a living (nothing wrong with that but the whole life in me is not working with that)...I am also a dumbass so if you haven’t noticed i make many typos and will make many grammatical errors (i may be having a 93% average but that doesnt mean i cant be dumb)...if you wanna keep up with me you will be part of my daily life of preparing for my audition and the process of waiting for the emails I KNOW THERE IS A HUGE POSSIBILITY I WONT PASS so dont even- my mom and dad are pretty supportive...i am 68kg right now and my mom is helping me lose weight...ill treat yall like a diary so there will be quite a few emotional breakdowns in here

ONTO THE COMEBACKS (i might be biased cuz all three are on my top groups)

SEVENTEEN HOME;RUN COMEBACK

they really said hello visuals in the mv- the vibe of the whole album is just so beautiful non-kpopper friends also liked the mv THE DANCE my weak ass could never Woozi was small and cute compared to the other members he isnt even my bias

OVERALL:7/10

STRAY KIDS ALL IN COMEBACK (idk if this counts as a comeback tho-)

still not over Han’s “WhAt” WHAT HAPPENED TO JEONGIN I- Jeongin didnt let me breathe Starting to think Felix, Hyunjin and Jeongin own this era sorry Chan ALL THE VISUALS I CAN’T alternate title “stays not being able to breathe properly for 1 minute and 40 seconds”

OVERALL: 9/10

MAMAMOO DINGGA COMEBACK

MAMAMOO really said “how to save 2020 for all MOOMOOs” ALL OF THEM COULD KILL ME WITH THESE VISUALS song is stuck in my brian These girls are working so hard for us im so excited for the rest of the comeback on november 3!!!! OVERALL: 8/10

next topic JASON DERULO congrats on hitting number one on the billboard but hunny...credit our boys please...also WHAT WAS WITH YOU ONLY RESPECTING OUR BOYS WHEN YOU SAW HOW POWERFUL OUR FANDOM WAS??? EXCUSE ME?!?!?! WE STREAMED THAT SONG CUZ 1) Jungkook said the f-word 2) It was Jimins B-day Look cancel culture needs to be cancelled so im not going to cancel you but me and my fellow ARMY WE ARE DAMN MAD AT YOU YOU EVEN HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT APOLOGIZE!?!?!?

apologize soon before you become the next charlie puth of ARMY and you dont want that

das all for today thanks for reading til the end random ass peeps

#kpop #kpopaudition #kpop comeback #kpop community #bts army #mamamoo #stray kids #seventeen

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rfield87 · 4 years

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Writing Advice from Best-Selling Authors: Stephen King

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This week’s re-blog is one that was written by Lauren Passell, and is titled: Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for Writers. It was published on March 22, 2013. If you would like to read the blog on the Barnes & Noble website where I found it, I will leave the link below.

(When I was re-writing this blog I found some typo errors and corrected them as I went along. It must be the editor in me.)

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/blog/stephen-kings-top-20-rules-for-writers/

Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for Writers

Stephen King’s books have sold over 350 million copies. Like them or loathe them, you have to admit that’s impressive. King’s manual On Writing reveals that he’s relentlessly dedicated to his craft. He admits that not even The King himself always sticks to his rules - but trying to follow them is a good start. Here are our favorite pieces of advice for aspiring writers:

1. First write for yourself, and then worry about the audience. “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out the things that are not the story. Your stuff starts out being just for you, but then it goes out.

2. Don’t use passive voice. “Timid writers like passive verbs for the same reason that timid lovers like passive partners. The passive voice is safe. The timid fellow writes “The meeting will be held at seven o’clock” because that somehow says to him, ‘Put it this way and people will believe you really know.’ Purge this quisling thought! Don’t be a muggle! Throw back your shoulders, stick out your chin, and put that meeting in charge! Write ‘The meeting’s at seven.’ There, by God! Don’t you feel better?”

3. Avoid adverbs. “The adverbs is not your friend. Consider the sentence “He closed the door firmly.” It’s by no means a terrible sentence, but ask yourself if ‘firmly’ really has to be there. What about context? What about the enlightening (not to say emotionally moving) prose which came before ‘He closed the door firmly’? Shouldn’t this tell us how he closed the door? And if the foregoing prose does tell us, then isn’t ‘firmly’ an extra word? Isn’t it redundant?”

4, Avoid adverbs, especially after “he said” and “she said.” “While to write adverbs is human, to write ‘he said’ or ‘she said’ is divine.”

5. But don’t obsess over perfect grammar. “Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story...to make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all.”

6. The magic is in you. “I’m convinced that fear is at the root of most bad writing. Dumbo got airborne with the help of a magic feather; you may feel the urge to grasp a passive verb or one of those nasty adverbs for the same reason. Just remember before you do that Dumbo didn’t need the feather; the magic was in him.”

7. Read, read, read. “You have tor read widely, constantly refining (and redefining) your own work as you do so. If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”

8. Don’t worry about making other people happy. “Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second to least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.”

9. Turn off the TV. “Most exercise facilities are now equipped with TVs, but TV - while working out or anywhere else - really is about the last thing an aspiring writer needs. If you feel you must have the news analyst blowhard on CNN while you exercise, or the stock market blowhards of MSNBC, or the sports blowhards of ESPN, it’s time for you to question how serious you really are about becoming a writer. You must be prepared to do some serious turning inward toward the life of the imagination, and that means, I’m afraid, the Geraldo, Keigh Oberman, and Jay Leno must go. Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.”

10. You have three months. “The first draft of a book - even a long one - should take no more than three months, the length of a season.”

11. There are two secrets to success. “When asked for the ‘secret of my success’ (an absurd idea, that, but impossible to get away from), I sometimes say there are two: I stayed physically healthy, and I stayed married. It’s a good answer because it makes the question go away, and because there is an element of truth in it. The combination of a healthy body and a stable relationship with a self-reliant woman who takes zero shit from me or anyone else has made the continuity of my working life possible. And I believe the converse is also true: that my writing and the pleasure I take in it has contributed to the stability of my health and my home life.”

12. Write one word at a time. “A radio talk-show host asked me how I wrote. My reply - ‘One word at a time’ - seemingly left him without a reply. I think he was trying to decide whether or not I was joking. I wasn’t. In the end, it’s always that simple. Whether it’s vignette of a single page or an epic trilogy like ‘The Lord of the Rings,” the work is always accomplished one word at a time.”

13. Eliminate distraction. “There should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall.”

14. Stick to your own style. “One cannot imitate a writer’s approach to a particular genre, no matter how simple what the writer is doing may seem. You can’t aim a book like a cruise missile, in other words. People who decide to make a fortune writing like John Grisham or Tom Clancy produce nothing but pale imitations, by and large, because vocabulary is not the same thing as feeling and plot is light years from the truth as it is understood by the mind and the heart.”

15. Dig. “When, during the course of an interview for The New Yorker, I told the interviewer (Mark Singer) that I believed stories are found things, like fossils in the ground, he said that he didn’t believe me. I replied that was fine, as long as he believed that I believed it. And I do. Stories aren’t souvenir tee-shirts or Game Boys. Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world. The writer’s job is to use the tools in his or her toolbox to get as much of each one out of the ground intact as possible. Sometimes the fossil you uncover is small; a seashell. Sometimes it’s enormous, a Tyrannosaurus Rex with all the gigantic ribs and grinning teeth. Either way, short story or thousand page whopper of a novel, the techniques of excavation remain basically the same.”

16. Take a break. “If you’ve never done it before, you’ll find reading your book over after a six-week layoff to be a strange, often exhilarating experience. It’s yours, you’ll recognize it as yours, even be able to remember what tune was on the stereo when you wrote certain lines, and yet it will also be like reading the work of someone else, a soul-twin, perhaps. This is the way it should be, the reason you waited. It’s always easier to kill someone else’s darlings than it is to kill your own.”

17. Leave out the boring parts and kill your darlings. “Mostly when I think of pacing, I go back to Elmore Leonard, who explained it so perfectly by saying he just left out the boring parts. This suggests cutting to speed the pace, and that’s what most of us end up having to do (kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings).”

18. The research shouldn’t overshadow the story. “If you do need to do research because parts of your story deal with things about which you know little or nothing, remember the word back. That’s where research belongs; as far in the background and the back story as you can get it. You may be entranced with what you’re learning about the flesh-eating bacteria, the sewer system of New York, or the I.Q. potential of collie pups, but your readers are probably going to care a lot more about your characters and your story.”

19. You become a better writer simply by reading and writing. “You don’t need writing classes or seminars any more than you need this or any other book on writing. Faulkner learned his trade while working in the Oxford, Mississippi post office. Other writers have learned the basics while serving in the Navy, working in steel mills or doing time in America’s finer crossbar hotels. I learned the most valuable (and commercial) part of my life’s work while washing motel sheets and restaurant tablecloths at the New Franklin Laundry in Bangor. You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.”

20. Writing is about getting happy. “Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So, drink.”

Which of these rules do you like best?

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hongism · 5 years

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Jungkook Imagine: Nightmare

another imagine coming at you guys~

i hope you all enjoy it! lemme know what you think of it, and i apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors as i did a speed-read error check

this is another request for my prompt challenge celebration thing so again i wanna thank you guys for supporting my blog and reading my works, it really means the world to me! i love you all 💜💜💜

Requested

anonymous asked:

“2, 93, 95. With Jungkook. 💜”

Prompts:

2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

93: “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

95: “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

Genre: Fluff, mild angst? (it’s barely there)

Jungkook Centered

Words: 1680

Warnings: language

Summary: Halloween is coming up, and you’re already superstitious enough about the holiday, but Jungkook always insists on watching a horror movie in preparation for it. You suffer through it because you care about it, but that night, you can’t get the nightmares out of your head.

“Ready for the Halloween tradition, Y/N?” Jungkook asks as he flops down next to you on the couch. You want to say no and convince him to put on something else, but his eager eyes and smile are things you cannot deny. He grins up at you, sprawled out on the majority of the couch while you are tucked against the armrest with his head nearly encroaching on your space.

“Yea, go ahead and play it.” You sigh, propping your elbow up on the couch armrest and hanging your fist under your chin. Out the corner of your eye, Jungkook wears a lopsided frown. Perhaps your disdain is showing a bit too clearly. You shift your expression into a tight-lipped smile. “We shouldn’t stay up too late because you still have to go back to the dorm, remember?”

“I know,” he insists, snatching the remote off the table before you. “You just seemed upset with me. Is everything okay?” You reach out and pat his thigh in efforts to console him. His frown persists though, and he makes no move to play the movie, so you know that it isn’t working as well as you hoped.

“I’m fine, Jungkook. It was a long day at school, so I’m a bit tired. Sorry…I don’t want that to mess with the time we get to spend together. Plus, I know you’re probably ten times more exhausted than I could ever be, so I shouldn’t complain—”

“No, it’s okay. I like it when you complain. Makes me feel like it’s a competition to get you feeling happy again.” Jungkook drops his head against your leg (the only part of you he can reach thanks to his position), and even though there is a blanket between him and your skin, you can feel the pressure of his comforting kiss there.

“Just having you here is enough for that. Now play the movie so you don’t have to go home in the middle of the night like last time!” With your insistence, Jungkook presses play on the remote and lets the horror movie begin its run. You wish you could fall asleep, so you don’t have to see any of it, but these kinds of movies always get your heart racing to a point where sleep is not feasible. In the very least, you’re glad that Jungkook isn’t facing you, because otherwise, he would be able to see you flinch at even the most obvious of jump scares or hide your face when anything remotely scary pops up on the screen.

He’s engrossed; eyes firmly planted on the screen, and lips parted a bit as his brows furrow in concentration. At no point during the movie does he flinch or show a sign of fear, while you’re struggling to even glance at the shadow in the corner of your living room.

When the nightmare finally ends, you breathe a huge sigh of relief.

“Wow…” Jungkook trails off, rolling onto his back. “I wasn’t expecting that ending. It was a good twist though, even if it got a bit cheesy at times. What’d you think?” His words go in one ear and out the other.

“Huh?” You can’t peel your eyes off that dark corner, and your antsy state is telling you that something is hiding there.

“What’d you think of the movie?” He repeats, glancing at you upside-down.

“Oh, it was good.”

“Liar,” he accuses, and you look down at him. “You didn’t like it, did you? I’m sorry, Y/N, I should’ve picked something you would like.”

“No, I was happy to watch it with you. Besides, it’s a tradition for you, and I wanna be able to share something like that with you. We don’t have any traditions yet.” Jungkook shakes his head. As he sits up, something clatters against the floor, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You both look around for the source of the noise, but your mind goes straight to the possibility of a serial killer in your kitchen. Immediately, your hand latches onto Jungkook’s shirt sleeve.

“Don’t worry, it was just the TV remote. It fell off the table. I must’ve put it on the edge or something.” Jungkook bends over and collects the remote, waving it in the air as he holds it up. “Or maybe it’s the ghost that follows me around. I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“Don’t say that, Jungkook,” you whine, eyes still stuck on the kitchen doorway.

“Aw, did the movie scare you?”

“No!”

“You sure?”

“I’m just not the toughest when it comes to horror movies.”

“Do you want me to stay over and keep you company? I can sleep on the couch if you don’t want me in your room.” Jungkook leans closer to you.

“No, no. You should get back to the dorm because of schedules tomorrow. I’ll be fine. I’m fine.” The logical part of your brain notices how it sounds like you are trying to convince yourself more than convincing Jungkook.

“If you’re sure…” He cocks his head to the side as he trails off, and the uncertainty resides in the air between you. “I’m always a call away. Don’t hesitate to call if you need me. For anything, Y/N. It can be the stupidest thing on the planet, and I’ll still talk to you or come over if you need me.” You nod a few times even though you don’t think you’ll take him up on the offer. Not because you don’t want to, but rather because you don’t want to rob him of precious hours of rest and relaxation when he needs it more than you need him at your side.

Jungkook leaves you with a chaste kiss planted on your lips, then another against your hair as he hugs you goodbye.

His absence leaves a gaping hole of silence in your apartment, your ears, your heart.

“Calm down,” you whisper to yourself as you turn on the kitchen lights. “It was just a movie. No need to be freaked out.”

You stand in the middle of the kitchen for the better part of ten minutes, not doing anything except stare at every inch of darkness in your sight. Still, your heart refuses to slow its erratic beating, and it’s that sound – the thick, almost muffled feeling of your heart beating in your ears – that ends the silence throughout your apartment. It isn’t enough to offer any comfort as you walk to your bedroom, making sure to leave the kitchen light on (even though you’ll regret it when you see your electrical bill, but your safety and mental security demands it at the moment).

“Ugh, I should’ve told Jungkook to skip out on the stupid tradition or make a different one. I could’ve just said, ‘oh hey babe, have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.’ But no, I didn’t.” You huff as you enter your room, flicking the light switch before you’re through the door. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” You slap your palm to your forehead and sit on the middle of the bed, not daring to let any limbs dip off the edge of it. You know you’re eventually going to have to get up and turn off the lights so you can sleep, but right now, fear has you frozen in place.

Despite the level of light in the room, your eyes still track every hiding shadow in each nook and cranny just in case the light misses something. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. After a few minutes of this rhythm, you muster up the courage to turn on your bedside lamp and turn off the overhead light. A yellow haze falls over the room, seemingly warm and comforting, but you find no solace in it. Instead, you curl up under the sheets and hide most of your face with them. Facing away from the light, you let your eyes fall shut and hope that sleep takes you quickly and peacefully.

No such luck.

You have no clue how much time has passed, but you wake in a cold sweat, jolted forward by the dream that haunted you moments ago. Hands are trembling, breath so unsteady that you have to gasp for air as you grab your phone off the nightstand and dial the first number that comes to mind. It rings once, twice, three times, and you expect to hear the prompt for a voicemail next –

“Hello? Y/N? Did something happen? Are you alright?” Your exhale of relief sounds like a sob, which only causes further concern for Jungkook. “Y/N? I’ll come over right away if you need me. What happened?”

“I-I…there was a horr—Jungkook, it was the most terrifying nightmare I’ve ever had. These men killed you right before my eyes, then they started coming after me, and I kept running and running—”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore. Deep breaths. Listen to my voice. I’m right here. I’m perfectly fine, and more importantly, you are too. Inhale, exhale. Easy, deep breaths.” You follow Jungkook’s instruction, easing back against your pillows as you try to steady your heartrate and breathing. He continues to talk you through your breathing until you reach a normal state again. “Do you want me there? I can come right away.”

“No, no, I—no, Jungkook. That’s too much to ask,” you insist, shaking your head even though he cannot see you.

“It’s never too much,” he counters.

“If you could…” you trail off into a mumble, a bit embarrassed by your pending request.

“Anything, Y/N.”

“Maybe you could sing me to sleep? Or talk to me until I fall asleep?” You’re still muttering, but at least now it’s somewhat audible and Jungkook can understand what you’re saying.

“Of course, Y/N.” The lilt in his tone brings his smiling face to mind. “We can make that our tradition, and I’ll save horror movies for the hyungs. What do you wanna hear? Any special requests?” You laugh under your breath as exhaustion begins to strike.

“Anything…”

“You’re the sunlight that rose again in my life~”

written by: jungtaeyoongles

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lyrics are taken from the first line of ‘Euphoria’ by BTS

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littlepurinsesu · 5 years

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NA Players, Please Stop Complaining...

Ideally, I’d like to post this on Reddit, which is the main source that sparked this post, but since I don’t use that, I’ll just have to post it here. (Feel free to link or re-post to other places or whatever, though I doubt anyone would really care enough to wanna do that anyway haha xD)

Okay so. I’ve been super excited ever since the NA Server for Magia Record launched, because I’ve been waiting for so long for more of the English PMMM fandom to finally get into this game and get to know these new characters! ^0^

But lately I’ve been seeing so many people complaining non-stop about “#NAtempo” and looking for chances to get “apologems” as compensation. And I just kinda wanna give you guys a bit of perspective here...?

I’m not sure how many of you are aware that there was a Traditional Chinese server released for Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Macau last December (probably not many, since I’ve seen people call the NA server “the first time the game’s been released outside of Japan” lmao). Anyway, I live in one of those three countries so I’ve been playing on this server since its launch last year, and I just wanna say: please, NA players, stop complaining. You guys have it A LOT better than us.

1. “#NAtempo”

We, too, have been getting events one after another with no break in between. One event ends at 2pm and two hours later at 4pm the next event starts. Lately, we’ve gotten to the point where we’re having two events running at the same time. That’s right, two. They won’t even fit on the menu at the bottom of the screen, and we have to access one of the events through the rotating banner on the homepage. This is all in conjunction with new Main Story chapter updates, too, so that’s technically three things going on at once. And no, we don’t get any free daily AP potions like you guys. The speed isn’t exclusive to the NA server, which is why I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes a bit every time I see someone complain about “#NAtempo.” “#LocalizationTempo” would probably be more accurate, and if the NA server doesn’t evolve into having 2-3 events running concurrently, then I guess “#NAtempo” probably isn’t anywhere as bad as “#TWtempo" lol. It’s not just you guys suffering; it’s exactly the same over here, if not worse. Being meguca is suffering, after all, and we are all meguca xD

2. Translation errors

I’ve seen a lot of people complaining every time a typo or minor grammatical error pops up, and even people attempting to collect a list to send to the devs and ask for apologems. Guys, the translation team on our server sucks so bad that we don’t even bat an eye at the typos and minor grammatical errors anymore. We have sentences translated so terribly that it’s completely distorted or changed the meaning, and also instances where characters address each other by completely wrong names, e.g. Manaka is talking to Sana and calls her “Rena” instead. I wish I were kidding, but I’m not >.>

3. Lack of time to earn gems

It’s exactly the same case over here, and I don’t see anyone whining and calculating the exact number of gems we’re missing out on because of “#NAtempo.” And also, the TW server didn’t get free pulls for the Tsukuyo Fate Weave, nor did we get any free pulls for Iroha’s birthday. Madoka’s birthday is coming up, and according to the in-game and Facebook Page announcements, we’re not getting free pulls for her birthday, either. The TW server hasn’t gotten a single free pull since its launch last December, and NA players are still complaining that they have it hard.

And then there was that one infamous incident when the devs screwed up so badly that no one was able to even get into the game for a solid 5-ish days. We missed out on all our dailies, had days’ worth of AP and BP wasted, and other Mirrors coins/gem-farming opportunities lost. And when they finally fixed the issues, they gave us a measly 100 apologems and didn’t even extend the event going on at the time. That’s how bad it is for us here.

Don’t get me wrong: you guys’ complaints and concerns are perfectly valid. One event after another is, indeed, tiring, the translation errors are annoying and unprofessional, and the loss of gems due to the faster pace is unfair. But you guys aren’t the only ones. It’s the same on this other server that no know seems to even know about lol, yet the NA players are the only ones complaining and whining about it all the time.

Guys, you have no idea how much the players on the TW server envy the NA players. A lot of people (including me) are even thinking of jumping over to the NA server because of all the good stuff you guys are getting. We have all the problems you guys are facing and none of the bonuses. We’d love to be on a server that gives us free pulls and extra tickets/potions, yet the people who get these benefits never seem to be satisfied and are always complaining? :(

This turned out way longer than intended, and I doubt anyone’s still reading. And the really “entitled” players won’t change their mind just from seeing this post anyway (if anything, they’re probably wondering why the heck any of this concerns them lol). Sorry for this rare bout of “public negativity,” and I’m sorry if I sound rude or like I’m attacking anyone, because that really isn’t my intention >_< This is easily the most “confrontational” post I’ve ever made, but I’m not doing this to start drama or make anyone unhappy. I just really wanna put this out there so that NA players are aware of the advantages that you guys have over some other players in other parts of the world, and how much worse it could actually be. Your complaints are valid, but it’s the same if not worse for others, so let’s just chill out and enjoy the game and the good stuff we do get ^^

Anyway, it’s probably a bit out of place to say now (not to mention an abrupt shift of tone lol), but I’m happy to talk more about localization shenanigans for the TW server so you guys can get an idea of what to expect for future NA events, e.g. changes in event order, seasonal stuff, anniversaries etc. :) Or just MagiReco and PMMM stuff in general, being the huge magical girl nerd I am haha ^^

#magia record #magireco #puella magi madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #natempo #mine #negativity #sorry for the slightly passive aggressive tone during some parts #i guess i'm just pissy at all the stuff they're skipping on our server #and annoyed at all the complaints from players that have all these benefits yet are always whining #please let's all just be thankful for what we have #and enjoy all the new meguca content ^^#anyway i wrote this because i'm pissy right now #but maybe tomorrow morning i'll look back and wonder why the heck i said all this #and delete it or something LOL XD #really not good at confrontational stuff like this ^^;;

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lmdigital · 4 years

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Key writing suggestions for good weblog posts Above all, your weblog put up needs to be a superb piece of writing! When beginning a brand new weblog put up, many bloggers simply begin writing, typing no matter comes into their heads. Whereas this will work for some individuals who have pure writing abilities, others may have some assist. Personally, I all the time observe these ‘guidelines’ when running a blog.

Suppose earlier than you write! Think twice in regards to the message of your piece. What do you wish to inform your readers or which central query do you wish to reply? What’s the aim of your article? And what would you like your readers to do on the finish of the web page? Write down the solutions to those questions earlier than you start.

Devise a construction on your SEO friendly Website put up Begin your put up by creating a transparent construction. Each put up ought to have:

some type of introduction (during which you introduce your matter); a physique (during which the principle message is written); a conclusion (which ought to summarize a very powerful concepts or draw a conclusion). Write down what you wish to say in all three sections. You now have a sort of abstract of your put up. Now the true writing can start.

Use paragraphs Everyone makes use of paragraphs, however not all people makes use of them effectively. Don’t begin every new sentence on a brand new line, simply because it appears good. There ought to be a logical cause for beginning a brand new paragraph. Every paragraph ought to have its personal thought or topic. Ask your self what the principle thought of every paragraph is. It’s best to be capable to summarize that major thought in just one sentence. When you want extra sentences, you merely want to make use of extra paragraphs.

Use headings Headings construction the entire web page, so use them. They’re essential not only for readability, however for Website positioning as effectively. Headings additionally assist Google to know the principle matters of an extended put up and due to this fact can assist in your rating. If you would like folks to seek out their manner by means of your articles, you must use subheadings to steer folks, assist them scan your web page, and make clear the construction of your articles. Be sure you use your key phrases in a few of the subheadings, however not in each one in every of them, as it’ll make the textual content clunky and unnatural, which is able to put folks off studying additional.

Use sign phrases Sign phrases assist folks to scan by means of your textual content and grasp the principle concepts. Let’s say, for instance, that there are three causes for folks to purchase your product. It’s best to use sign phrases like: ‘to start with’; ‘secondly’ and ‘lastly’. Additionally, phrases like ‘nonetheless’, ‘absolutely’ and ‘certainly’ give a transparent sign to your readers. Readers will immediately get {that a} conclusion will observe after phrases like ‘consequently’, ’so’ or ‘because of this’. Sign phrases are due to this fact crucial so as to add construction to your textual content.

Let different folks learn your put up Earlier than publishing your put up, let another person learn it first. Ask them whether or not they perceive the principle idea of your put up and invite them to appropriate any typos and grammatical errors.

Optimize the size of your article Ensure that your articles have a minimal of 300 phrases. Google likes lengthy articles, nonetheless, in case your article is simply too lengthy – and never really easy to learn – it would scare customers away. Solely strive writing lengthy articles when you understand you’re a talented author. Try this text if you wish to know: “how lengthy ought to my article be“. And don’t overlook to make use of your focus keyphrase from time to time!

Hyperlink to earlier content material When you’ve already written content material on the identical matter as your present put up, don’t overlook to hyperlink these posts collectively. It would make your put up stronger since you present some authority on the topic. In addition to that, your hyperlink construction can be essential on your Google rank. And naturally, readers could also be serious about studying these associated posts too. If you wish to learn extra about this you must examine inside linking for Website positioning.

Add content material frequently Often including new weblog posts to your web site tells Google that your web site is alive. If it’s not an lively web site, Google will crawl it much less typically, and this may negatively have an effect on your rankings. However don’t simply put up for the sake of posting. Be sure you put up top quality content material: informative, well-written articles that match folks’s search intent.

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triedgesol-blog · 5 years

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THE ULTIMATE RESUME CHECKLIST

Crafting a Perfect Resume is an Art. Triedge has therefore created an “Ultimate Resume Checklist” to help you achieve your goal of preparing a World Class Professional Document that will truly represent your aspirations and Triedge also provides some outstanding Resume building formats.

Resume Design and Formatting

You have carefully selected the Resume Design to highlight your value proposition. (An appropriate layout selection will ensure information flow is logical and cohesive)

You have ensured that Information is put across in crisp bullet points and not as large blocky texts. (Ideally Bullets should average between 2 to 3 lines and paragraphs should average between 3 to 4 lines)

You have ensured that White Space in the resume has been assessed and is adequate to ensure that text is easily readable.

You have ensured that Resume points are not listed in Full Caps or in italics.

You have ensured that Font Size and Type does not exceed three variations.

You have ensured that Standards Fonts are used and Sizes do not vary beyond 10 to 12. (Commonly used Fonts are Ariel, Calibri, Time New Roman and Palatino Linotype

You have ensured that the Design does not result in headers, footers or margins being cut off at the time of printing.

You have ensured that Ideal Resume Length parameters is adhered to. (An Annexure may be attached for detailed projects in exceptional circumstances)

1 page for Entry Level Candidates

2 Pages for Mid-Level Candidates

3 pages for Senior Candidates

Essential Contact Details & More

You have checked that Your Name is spelled correctly. (In the age of Application Tracking Systems (ATS), wrong spelling may create problems in duplicacy checks and offer roll-outs)

You have checked that you have included your Correspondence Address correctly. (There is no need to give two addresses on the Resume)

You have checked that Phone Number (Mobile and Home) is correct and that you have included the country/ city prefix before the Number.

You have ensured that the correct Email ID has been included and that the Email ID is Professional and Formal. (Informal id’s eg: coolgal etc do not create the right impression)

You have checked that your LinkedIn and other Formal Social Media Handle’s are professionally crafted.

You have ensured that your attached Photograph projects you as a smiling, confident & formally dressed professional.

You have made sure that the Photograph is atleast passport sized or inline with the format of your choice.

You have ensured that the resume is not Titled “resume”, “cv”, or “curriculum vitae”. (The hiring manager would know what your document is just by looking at it. If there is any scope for confusion, then the document you have submitted is not a resume)

Dividing the Resume into Legible Sections

You have ensured that the Introduction section is crisp and well drafted to create an immediate impact.

Your have checked that Your Professional Experience has been written in a reverse chronological order. (Please also ensure that you have adequately highlighted your growth in terms of Designation and Responsibility within each Work Experience)

You have Double-Checked that the month and year of work experience are right and do not overlap. (Please remember that large organisations may consider a wrong month / year on the resume as misrepresentation)

You have ensured that your Professional Experience includes your achievements. (Please remember that Listing of responsibilities is important but impact created by Achievements is critical)

You have included a 2-3 line brief to introduce relatively lesser known organizations that you may have worked in.

You have ensured that Location, Role and Duration of tenure have been clearly highlighted.

You have checked that the Education Section has been written highlighting Institute, Location, Degree and Specialization and that it is consistent. (The same data points should be shared for each level of education)

You have included your Scores and explained the Scoring Format eg: 7.9 CGPA. (Please remember that sharing of scores is less important for senior professionals but for entry level candidates it’s absence conveys your hesitation in projecting your academic achievements)

You have added and substantiated your Additional Skills and Certifications and that these are relevant to the Job Opportunity.

You have ensured that your Extra Curricular Activities emphasise achievements or competencies and are not just a bland list.

You have checked that your Extra Curricular Activities are not ancient, but a part of your current/recent lifestyle.

You have included only relevant Personal Information. (It is not necessary to include Names of Parents)

You have not included statements like “Available for interview” or “References available upon request” in your resume. (These are extraneous words and add no value)

You have not included your salary expectations, current salary information or the fact that salary is negotiable in your resume. (Its premature to discuss compensation at the resume stage and in any case compensation is always negotiable)

You have used numbers wherever possible to describe your past professional, academic and other achievements.

For Entry Level Candidates – A carefully drafted Objective should be your Introduction

For Mid and Senior Level Candidates – Your Professional Summary should be your preferred Introduction

The Resume Content

You have ensured that the resume is customized to the job opportunity. (Please remember that ONE Resume doesn't FIT ALL)

You have ensured that your Objectives (if included) and highlighted Skills are relevant to the Job Opportunity.

You have ensured that the resume content includes key words and phrases which are relevant to the Job Opportunity. (These can be ascertained from the Job Description)

You have explained or removed little known abbreviations and industry jargon from your resume.

You have ensured that Numbers are written correctly. (Numbers from 1-9 should be spelled out one, two, three, etc. Numbers 10+ may be written numerically - 11, 12, 13, etc.)

You have made use of action words to create interest and impact.

You have avoided being repetitive and have modified bland, boring or tired language.

You have avoided use of difficult and complex words and overlong sentences. (Sentences should normally not exceed 20 words and the length should vary to create interest)

You have ensured that the Resume has been written in first person.

You have ensured that personal pronouns have been used only where essential.

You have ensured that tenses have been applied consistently, present tense for current profile and past tense for historical profile.

You have double checked and Cross verified dates to ensure accuracy to avoid conflict between different data points.

Proof-reading the Resume

You have checked the resume for Spelling Mistakes.

You have checked the resume for word usage. (Some words may have been incorrectly used due to typos - Remember some words sound similar and do not show up as spelling errors)

You have checked the resume for Grammatical Errors.

You have checked the resume for Punctuation Mistakes.

You have asked another person to review your resume.

The Look & Feel of Paper Resumes

You have ensured that the paper is A-4 sized.

You have ensured that the paper quality is heavier, denser and more durable than the average computer or copy paper. (This prevents ripping, tears and a shabby look)

You have ensured that the color of the paper is conservative such as white, ecru, light gray or a similarly neutral-colored paper.

You have ensured that the resume being sent is not folded, torn or crushed and the resume being handed over is in a professional folder.

The Accessibility of E-Copy Resumes

You have ensured that the resume has been saved as .Doc or as PDF. (Avoid saving file as a .docx file, which is the default in the latest versions of Microsoft Word since 2007 but cannot be read by some Application Tracking Systems)

You have ensured that the file size of the attached resume is not very heavy. (Heavy mails in excess of 20 MB might bounce back or are sent to the recipients junk folder)

You have ensured that the resume has been named appropriately. (File Name should Ideally be your name underscore role applied for, so as to easily distinguish your application)

You have ensured that the attached file is virus free

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milkandhoneyoongi · 6 years

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something different (hoseok scenario)

request: Hello! I recently read the drabble your wrote about taehyung and his s/o not speaking the same language, and i loved it 💗💗💗😭if you are taking requests, do you think you could do a similar version but with Hoseok? Thank you!!

a/n: some changes between this and the original found in translation? one, it’s hobi and not taehyung. two, reader does not speak korean...or a lot of english. figured it would be interesting if neither of them were comfortable in the only language they shared. adds a bit of spice. much different vibe to this one.

and ya’al when i say i got carried away...i got carried away

ALSO i hope people aren’t annoyed by the way i lowkey diss paris in the beginning but like… i’m french so please let me live. like the reason reader speaks french is because i’m literally fluent in french i swear.

you can always send me a request here (please please do so i am almost done with any requests i have at the moment) and view my old imagines here

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 1,903 words

warnings: none?

There was something about Paris that drew people in. You understood why. If one spends so much time in a modern world, a city that sticks to its traditional roots can have an allure, but you had grown tired of the old architecture, tired of the effortlessly beautiful vibe that applied both to Parisian style and most aspects of the city. The stone walls and that ugly tower, you were over it all. And maybe that was because of the connections you had made to those aspects, but you needed something new.

You needed sleek buildings and a clean metro. You needed air that didn’t smell like rust, because no, it’s not rustic, it’s just gross. Nothing chic about an intolerance to change.

You, always having been spontaneous and free-spirited, made a rash decision and just… Got a job in Korea. Seoul specifically. You had gotten lucky, finding some job to talk to French business associates of this company that you could not care less about, but it was different, and for a while that’s what you needed. Just something different.

You thought you were just going to be talking to French business associates and occasionally exploring, but then you got a text from an unknown number. There were three messages, one after the other, all in full Korean Hangul. You’d probably eventually need to learn the language if you planned on sticking around, but as a kid you had told yourself the same thing during your English lessons and look where that got you. You learned nothing.

For the time being you plugged the texts into Google Translate, hoping to get some manageable translation to which you could respond.

From unknown: Thank you for last night. It was nice talking to you. This is Hoseok, by the way.

Hoseok, you thought, Poor Hoseok. His date gave him the wrong number.

You thought back a nice way to respond, plugging a simple “I’m sorry, but you have the wrong number,” and copying and pasting the characters to send to this Hoseok.

Within minutes the poor boy had responded again with a simple: are you sure?

You grinned. Why wouldn’t you be sure?

To hoseok: Pretty sure.

And then he was calling your phone. Odd. You couldn’t answer… No, you couldn’t speak Korean, but you felt bad for the boy. He was probably heartbroken.

I’m really sorry. This is not the one from last night. You seem sweet, and you deserve someone better anyway.

Sure, Hoseok noticed the silly mistakes in the mystery person’s Korean, but he didn’t think much of it. Plenty of people made typos or grammatical errors.

From hoseok: Someone like you?

His heart was broken; He was feeling bold.

You held back a gasp, looking at your translator app with wide eyes. Someone like me? You shrugged. This was something different.

To hoseok: Yeah. I guess someone like me.

You and Hoseok actually got on quite well over your little text conversations, communicating almost every day. You’d been quite flirty but he was cute and he was interested. You were the rebound, you knew as much, but you had been before and it wasn’t too bad. Things in your life had a way of working out.

Until he asked to meet you in person.

Yikes, you thought. The jig was up. How do you tell someone you really like that you’ll likely never be able to communicate in person? You certainly didn’t know.

Maybe you should have mentioned, Oh by the way I don’t speak Korean and I’ve been using Google this entire time. But you didn’t want to ruin a good thing, and you didn’t know if he’d be weird about that. In a way, you had been lying to him, but you never explicitly mentioned that you were fluent in Korean so, lying by omission.

You had never talked about the details of your personal life. He knew you had moved to Seoul for a change of scenery and a change of pace, but you hadn’t mentioned where you moved from. You mentioned the company you worked for, saying you worked in communications, all true. You could tell funny stories from work that day without mentioning they happened entirely in French. The fact that I don’t speak Korean just hadn’t come up, you thought to yourself, Nothing dishonest about that.

From hoseok: Hello?

You looked back down to your screen, where Hoseok had asked if you if you wanted to meet in person. Who’s gonna tell him? You shrugged.

To hoseok: Hoseok I haven’t been entirely honest with you…

He frowned reading the text? What had you lied about? Your age? Your location? Your job?

I don’t speak Korean.

He read the text that said, in perfect Korean, that you didn’t speak Korean. He hadn’t expected that, certainly not from someone who had been texting him in Korean for a few weeks, anyway.

From hoseok: Oh.

To hoseok: I’m sorry.

From hoseok: I’m a K-Pop star, so.

To hoseok: Oh?

From hoseok: Everybody hides the scary stuff.

To hoseok: I guess so.

From hoseok: Is you not speaking Korean why you hesitate to hang out with me?

To hoseok: Definitely.

From hoseok: Then let’s have a date.

You grinned. Of course he didn’t mind. You two made fast plans to meet after you got out of work, both eager to finally see one another.

You had locked eyes with him outside the small market, smiling widely at his multicolored outfit and happy expression. “Y/N?” You nodded, shocked by how comfortable he was just pulling you into his arms as soon you did so. He was so friendly.

“You know any English?” He asked, and you found yourself flushed as you shook your head.

“Not a lot.” He loved your accent as it rolled over the words, the syllables falling from your unfamiliar tongue. He found himself in awe of your appearance, your features everything they thought they would be. You looked perfect. Not that that mattered, but the lighting graced you in a way he hadn’t expected and he found himself just as enamoured with your appearance as he was with your words, with your wit, with your wonder. “I speak,” you hesitated, “French.” Funnily enough the word was hard to say with your accent, but he got it.

“French,” he said back, “Fancy.” He giggled as your brows came together, “Oh! Fancy… avant garde.” You grinned at how he pronounced the word with a strong American “r”. There was something about the way he spoke, about the way he made an active effort to make you comfortable that made your heart flutter in an unfamiliar way. “Let us go?”

You had spent the time in the market, Hoseok pointing at different things and teaching you the Korean word for it. You had learned all sorts of thing from girl to cabbage, the last causing you to crack a wide smile. Maybe one day you’d figure out how to tell him about the pet name in your own culture but you couldn’t find the words in that moment.

Despite it being a day of learning, you had more fun than you had in a long time, loving the child-like giddiness that crept up your throat when he reached down and grasped your hand, swinging your hands back and forth between each other.

You said very little overall but you left him that day eager to see him again, even if just to learn more seemingly useless words.

There was a day he texted you in French. You felt like a teenager again at the gesture, your limbs feeling soft like putty as you realized how far deep you really had fallen.

Over the course of several months your Korean had advanced to that of a ten year old boy. That’s what Hoseok said anyway. He felt overwhelming pride when your tongue formed the words correctly, or even when you tried. You’d meet up at cafes or libraries and write down notes in a small book. Vocab, Hangul, everything. You were determined.

You were determined because you and Hoseok couldn’t talk much around each other but being in his presence allowed you to feel a distinct happiness that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You couldn’t explain why, it just was that way, and he felt the same.

You were so cute and so willing to talk even if you didn’t know the words. You’d risk it, and you’d put yourself out there, bounce back from failures and press on. You were so admirable in your work ethic and he couldn’t help but feel electric when he was around you. You had gotten comfortable around him and in that process given him a number of sweet French nicknames. You told him he wouldn’t get the meaning anyway, but that it was a cultural thing thing to give people sweet pet names.

One time he called you jagiya by mistake. It just slipped out. He told you that you wouldn’t get the meaning, but that it was a cultural thing. You didn’t ask about the flush that painted his cheeks.

Within a week of calling you that by accident he asked you to officially date and it was then that he told you jagiya was reserved for significant others. You laughed and made a move, pulling his lips to your own in an act of sweet passion.

Hoseok had told his members about you by the fifth month of dating or so. He wanted to keep you away from his idol life for as long as possible, loving your very personal and intimate times together. But when you became more comfortable with him when in person, he noticed little things you did that he thought would make his members laugh, things they would love about you as much as he did. Oh, he nearly choked on his drink, love.

At first they didn’t approve. They didn’t like the idea of him getting hurt by finding out they actually had nothing in common once they could talk to each other comfortably in real life.

But then they met you, and they saw the way both of your faces lit up at the sight of one another.

“Hobi!” You had cried, bounding toward him. “Mon petit chouchou,” you chirped, nuzzling yourself into his arms. You pulled away, bringing his lips to your own as you smiled. He asked how you were in French and your eyes lit up, starlight twinkling in your irises at his attempts to connect with you.

The boys watched as you attempted to explain your day in Korean, mostly successful. He’d softly correct you sometimes and you’d scrunch up your nose like a rabbit. The chemistry between you two was tangible.

The members introduced themselves to you one by one in their best Korean so you’d understand and you grinned.

After that day you often hung around the other members with Hoseok, often with his arm slung around your shoulders, head thrown back in laughter. Sometimes you’d teach them little things in French, and you found yourself turning Seoul into a home. You had friends, learning Korean had gotten you a raise at work and they even offered to subsidize your study of the language, and you actually had stories to tell your mother when she called.

You had never been happier than you were in Hoseok’s arms, and you didn’t need to know the words to explain how that felt. You had found your something different and it was different in all the best ways.

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