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mukuharakazui-official · 4 months

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[ INTRO ]

" The curse of reuniting with you puts a dagger in my heart"

mod is @stuffedsand, you can call me mod sandy or whatever suits your fancy

mod may apply headcanons to muse. will attempt to keep this to a minimum

muse can be t1, 2 or 3 depending on ask and mod's discretion.

might be ooc at times... mod isnt very good at rp

[ ASKS and SUBMISSIONS are OPEN ]

[ TAGGING for rp is OK! please do tag me :p ]

-- banner is drawn by me :) im shameless promoing go look at my art @doodles-in-sand

ABOUT MOD

can call me Sandy or variations of my main user

mod is a minor

mod uses any pronouns

please pardon grammatical, punctuation or spelling errors!! I tend not to capitalize my words + dont have autocorrect on my computer

INBOX RULES

-- NSFW should not be here. mod is minor. certain jokes may be allowed, but chances are they wont be appreciated

-- magic anons very very appreciated. Stacking of spells may happen at mod's discretion.

-- i dont do ships! sorry lol I'm not confident in writing them + im aroace so im extra unfamiliar with it

-- if you want a trial specific character answer, do say so in the ask! else i may respond with the wrong trial :p

TAGS -- updates/changes will be reflected here. may not apply to older posts

-[ follow the king of the masquerade ]- -- announcement posts + intro

[ backstage crew ] -- ooc tag :3

[ curtain call ] -- rp interaction end

[ stand in the spotlight ] - rp post

[ lie until it gets better ] -- rp reblog

[ lets take a breather ] -- silly rp tag (frequently forgotten)

[ Love+Fate = Crap ] --angst tag (frequently forgotten...also I slide into angst whenever)

[ ✨now you see it... ] -- magic anon start

[ a magic trick? ] -- magic anon (general)

[ ...now you don't!✨ ] -- magic anon end

[ another interrogation] -- ask game

[ dead dove - eaten ] -- indicator of trigger warnings. tws will be tagged seperately

interaction tags

[ a stranger ] -- anons

[ a new face ] -- ooc blogs

[ a message for me? ] -- asks

[ MILGRAM's warden ] - interaction w es

[001] - [010] -- interaction with prisoners

[ half ] -- interaction with another kazui ( will also be tagged 007 for consistency's sake)

[0XX] -- interaction with prisoner ocs

[ MILGRAM's... rabbit? ] -- interaction with jackalope

[ who's using the fridge... ] milgram smart fridge interaction

images will be taken either from MILGRAM official art or drawn by myself.

thats all for now :p

" now... go easy on this old man, will you? "

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stories-me · 2 years

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The ]=0XX, Gifted Hacker:

Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 5/18/2022:

The ]=0XX, Gifted Hacker:

What she’s from: Everyday Heroes.

Background:

There is harmony to everything around us, a design that’s obvious if you know how to perceive it. To the Foxx, this symmetry is as obvious as a billboard and as easy to alter as a pencil sketch.

They run a thousand personas as effortlessly as the viruses they create. False identities puppet their words and obey their whims, shadow constructs that obscure their true identity to a world that doesn’t deserve to know them. When she speaks, it is never as Foxx, and the conversation is never pointed in her direction. Her past is irrelevant, and her future is hers alone to write.

Except when it’s not.

Being the best requires equipment. Infrastructure is difficult to replace once it becomes integrated. The loss of one node is an inconvenience. The loss of two or three, is troublesome. But when more than half a dozen secret and well-secured server clusters go offline, it’s war.

But they’re the Foxx, and nobody’s better. Hidden IPs, ghost pings, and denial of service calls can’t stop her from tracing the attacks back to her favorite rogue nation. These hackers had been trying to learn Foxx’s secrets since before she’d become the Foxx, and in the past the Foxx had toyed with them, dropping hints and leaving breadcrumbs, but hubris made her sloppy and these hackers had found a way in.

Angrier with themselves than the feeble attempts of their enemies, she shut them down, hard. Lights went out. Trains stopped and coal plants went offline. It got cold and dark and quiet across their entire country, except for a small island of streetlights spelling out “]=0XX”. The message she sent was clear and understood.

How she is like me:

We both are good at computers, and we both are angry at ourselves when some things happen.

How she is NOT like me:

There are actual people who she is angry with. Also, she prefers to use “they” pronouns.

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gyuv1nist · 1 year

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seat besties

sung hanbin x reader

you would never say you hated university. your course was great, you had a friend group that was also the best support group, and the best of all; your attendance didn't really matter- just as long as you did the work it was fine.

the look of disgust which woonggi sent you in the lecture hall was lethal. “i can’t believe you’re going to ‘seat bestie’ your way into his bed.”

“hey, i did not say that! i’m going to seat bestie my way into getting food with him, then get to know him more, you know like in a romantic way! correct me if i’m wrong but that’s called courting” you shot back, flashing a cheeky smile.

“i’d be surprised if you got anywhere past being able to sit next to him.” your friend, minji chuckled. you rolled your eyes and sunk into your chair.

“you guys are just jealous i don’t want you as my seat bestie.”

and before you knew it, you stood at the back of the classroom, tapping your foot and waiting for the tutor to put the seating arrangement on the screen. in the event in which you did sit next to him, it would be a win-win situation. your attendance will finally look presentable and you got to make it better whilst seeing your crush at the same time.

“are you unhappy with your seat?”

you were yanked out of your small trance and spun around, looking up at the voice. you quickly glanced and felt your heart fall to your stomach as you saw that name next to yours.

“oh! hanbin, hi!” great way to start. “i’m not unhappy, i was just deep in thought, let’s have a good term together.” you smiled, choosing to avoid eye contact with the attractive man in front of you and deciding to beeline straight for the table.

you sat down with him and before you know it, you were already bored out of your mind. it never made sense how professors would act as if the start of a new term meant that you didn’t do several others before. the clock was going extra slow and the slides just seemed to keep going and going. you had to do something before you went crazy.

you rummaged through your pencil case for a bit before finding a marker and flipped the useless schedule to the blank side.

‘since we’re seat besties now, do u wanna give me ur number so we can compare answers in the future? :p’

after hesitating a little bit, you brought your foot to his and gently tapped it, slowly edging the note towards him whilst keeping your eye contact straight ahead. this was way out of character; usually you would wait until someone asked for your number or just let the feelings dissolve but your boredom got the better of you. to your delight, the note was slipped back with more writing than you gave it with.

‘if you actually mean comparing answers sure! but if you just want to steal my answers that’s completely fine too. it’s 0XX-XXX-XXXX :) what other benefits do i get from being your seat bestie?’

deciding to ignore your most undoubtedly increasing heart rate, your pencil was quick to retouch the paper again.

‘you get endless hours of me complaining and maybe some snacks if i’m feeling nice. what do i get out of it??”

‘haha so excited about that. as for you, you get me. not to push my own buttons but if i were you i’d be quite satisfied with that.’

if there was any life on mars, they could for sure see you melt into your seat from the many light years they were away. you raised your eyebrows and looked at him, god knows how you didn’t pass out from the look he gave you back. unfortunately, the note passing made the class go by way too fast and you found yourself already packing away all your stuff.

“don’t make me regret listening to your request hanbin. i’ll let the note passing go this time but next time i will have you guys reading it outloud.” the professor shook his head as the both of you walked out of the room.

wait- what did he just say? what request? did he personally ask to be sat next to you?

“hey, what did he mean back there? what request did you make?” you asked, folding your arms. he quietly chuckled and put his hands up.

“i was hoping he’d not mention that but what’s the point in hiding it now? before this class, i decided to ask if we could be sat together. i heard some things about you being interested in me, and i’m not going to lie and say i’m not interested back.”

your legs locked like chains on a bike and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. “wait, how the fuck do you know?” hanbin kept walking as you took small steps forward.

“you know we are in the same lecture right?” he smiled, looking back at you whilst opening the exit to the building. you slowly nodded and edged closer to him. “to put it straight, you and your friends aren’t the quietest people.”

well shit.

“come on let’s go get some food, that’s what seat besties do no?”

#boys planet #boys planet 999 #sung hanbin #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone

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satorkiees · 3 months

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✮⋆ TWILIGHT ZONE : satoru gojo ✮ ⋆ ˚｡

ˋ⁀➷ in which you get a note pertaining your death sent to you by none other than satoru gojo. chaos ensues.

cw: 2.8k words, strangers to (eventual) lovers

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Death was on your doorstep. Literally.

In your hands, a creased brown envelope clung to an equally tattered piece of paper which had embarked on a journey to land outside of your door. The message was clear. Ominous, even. Written with a fading black ballpoint pen that seemed to have exhausted its ink by the end of its extreme warning.

“BY THE EIGHTH OF FEBRUARY. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT HEED MY WARNING. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU EITHER A) FIND A NEW JOB OR B) LEAVE THE COUNTRY. PLEASE CONTACT THIS NUMBER ASAP - 0XX XXX XXXX”

Surveying your surroundings for any prying eyes, you found no one but a cold draft of air tumbling by you. With a sigh, you retrieved your worn out phone from your pocket and dialled the number. What could possibly go wrong?

RING.

“Hello?” you said hesitantly.

“Heyyyy.” A voice, far too chirpy for the gravity of the situation, rang out from your phone. “I’m glad you called, Y/N. I’m Satoru Gojo and I’ll be your makeshift bodyguard for the next 2 weeks.” He paused whilst words failed you. ”Well, I guess I’ll see you soon!”

Over the past couple of days, you had learnt a lot about Satoru Gojo but perhaps the strangest of all was his nonchalance.

An hour or two after your call, your doorbell rang. Standing before you was a man, about six feet tall, with an allure that masked the ominous message (you assumed) he sent. His boyish smile and circular black sunglasses (despite it being the dead of winter) contradicted the gravity of the situation perfectly matched the aura of the voice you heard. He appeared slightly older than you, maybe eighteen or nineteen, as a youthful aura exuded off of him.

“Can I come in?”

Silently, you allowed him in. Satoru took a few glances around your cramped apartment, his mouth opening as if to mention it but deciding to keep it shut.

“So, could you please explain to me what’s going on?” You asked, anxiety laced in your voice.

Seating himself on your worn couch, he began to unravel the unsettling truth. “A curse is after you, like big-time. If they can successfully remove your soul from your body, it’ll be game over for both you, me and the sorcerer world!” He sighed dramatically, motioning a ‘kaboom’ effect with his hands for added effect. Frankly, eighty percent of his mysterious revelation had not quite registered and you weren’t sure it ever would.

Swiftly, the night began to fall as darkness crept into your apartment. Stumbling over some old book piles, you switched on your lamp allowing a warm yellow light to fill the room. Turning your back to Gojo, you lit up another two candles allowing a lavender scent to creep into your senses. Despite its supposed calming properties, the lavender scent only confused you even more wearing your patience thinner. You blew out the candle light.

Despite your silence, Gojo persisted. “Not that I couldn’t handle it - the curses, I mean - but it’d make it significantly harder if you were dead so we’ve got to work together, alright? Alright!” He concluded, clapping his hands with an unbridled sense of finality. Gojo carried himself in a way that made what he said seem somewhat normal, as if his laid back shoulders and casual slouch into your second hand couch was enough to convince you that curses, or monsters even, existed in the first place.

Twitching, your eyes and head began to hurt; the overload of information from this somewhat cute guy made you feel like you were in some sort of absurdist dream. Laughter began to erupt out of you. Satoru’s face twitched in confusion as he furrowed his eyebrows. Sighing, you began trying to find the right words to say.

“Get out.” was what you landed on. Finally, mustering up the courage to face him.

“What?” His chirpy tone had dwindled and instead, was replaced with full panic. His eyes widened. ”Didn’t you read the letter or hear anything I just said?” Exasperation evident within his tone as he got off the couch and approached you.

“Satoru, look.” You did your best to meet his eyes but eventually turned towards the door. “I can’t help you. Even if I could and if what you’re saying is real then what am I supposed to do against some soul-snatching curse?”

As if on cue, your lamplight dimmed even more, leaving a low light to fill the room. Fiddling with the papers at your door, which were compiled of all your uni-work and and your part time internship responsibilities, all seemingly useless when your life was doomed to end in a couple of days. A sense of dread washed over you, your headache worsened. Gojo approached you like you were some sort of timid animal about to flee at any moment. His playful aura dissipated leaving a much more serious, grounding one. Pursing your lips together, you stopped fiddling with your work and met his eyes properly for the first time.

Satoru Gojo stood before you, someone who was essentially a stranger but looked at you with such a fire in his eyes that you couldn’t help but believe what he was saying was true. The way the lowlight framed his face and made his features glow with such an intensity was something you couldn’t ignore.

“You don’t have to do anything, honest. Leave it to me. I just need you to accept my help, that’s it.” He said with his hands on his heart. Turning around to face him once more, his blue eyes that contained a particular sense of wonder, locked with yours silently pleading.

Looking away, you opened your door. “Please. Go.”

As he left, he looked at you once more, disappointment etched into every crevice on his face.

The lack of his presence left you with an uneasy feeling of dread. Strangely, he had convinced you he was telling the truth even if he was a little unconventional with his methods of persuasion. Though you wanted to believe what he was saying wasn’t true, as you mindlessly went through your night routine, a constant thought plagued your mind.

Is this it?

Waking up to the frigid stillness of your winter room, you shivered. A draft of wind swept through, tempting you to linger in the warmth of your bed. Reluctantly, you switched on your lamp, allowing light to seep into your room disbanding the darkness entrenched in the crevices of your room. Suddenly, memories of the past 24 hours flooded back into your brain as you did your best to trudge through your extensive morning routine. Doing it as you normally would - brushing your teeth, showering, getting dressed, doing a mandatory morning clean of your apartment. However, during that last step, you found something that solidified the surreal events of the previous night.

In a state of delusion, you had hoped that everything had been an elaborate dream, one that had simply been a byproduct of your numerous stress-inducing responsibilities. But you were sorely mistaken. Satoru Gojo’s glasses laid there on your couch, snugly wedged in where he was seated last night, evident from the deflated dent in your couch. Gently, you picked them up, surveying the accessory. They were in relatively good condition, seemingly worn a lot due to the slight oxidation around the frames; the lenses without a prescription either as you held them closer to your eyes. Because of your background, you weren’t too versed in designer brands, however seeing a ‘Cartier’ logo etched into the sides of these glasses was enough to send a second set of shivers down your spine. While you hadn’t formulated many theories surrounding Gojo’s mysterious persona, involvement with the mafia was one of your top three contenders, and these glasses (without any sort of case or protection) had bumped that theory up to number one.

Despite the fatigue creeping into your body, you decided to attend your classes with Gojo’s glasses tucked into the safety of your backpack’s front pocket. Even if the impending doom of your life ending loomed around a month away, doesn’t mean your classes (and internship) weren’t still there waiting for you.

As usual, your professors droned on endlessly. prompting you to wonder why you chose this course in the first place. Swiftly, you packed your things to leave, but as you made your exit, you saw something. Fleeting, a shadow outside the glass of your school’s hallway caught your eye, accompanied by a draft of wind that tried to shuffle past you. Blinking, you tried to discern if anything was there only to be met with a headache that intensified with each attempt. Clutching your backpack close, you ignored the discomfort. Making it towards your study room - a safe haven - for you to be able to catch up with the work you’d missed.

Upon entering, a familiar white haired man slouched over the desk, seemingly lost in the most peaceful of slumbers. Before you could say anything, he sprang to life, stretching with exaggerated movements and delivered with a comically large yawn. Unsure of what to do, you waited for him to speak.

“Hey.” He said with an annoying sense of normalcy, a playful aura radiating from his face, now adorned with a new pair of Cartier glasses. He peered up at you, prompting your response.

“Are you, like the mafia or something?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him. “Because that would explain why you’re here now.”

He chuckled, his laughter surprisingly pleasant. Though, it was unsurprising that someone like him was also blessed with a nice laugh too. You scoff. “What’s so funny about that?” you retorted, growing annoyed at his mirth whilst your life (supposedly) hung in the balance.

“Nothing,” he calmed down, wiping an imaginary tear away. You rolled your eyes as he quietened down a bit, positioning his glasses through his hair so he could look at you clearly. Your face began to grow hot with his eyes staring right at you. He continues. “Just my friend Shoko, has this running bit about me being a mafia boss. You remind me of her a bit.” Silently, you prayed for anyone who could tolerate someone as erratic as Gojo.

“I’m not part of the mafia, however curses and all of that jazz are the real deal and I do really need your help.” Satoru said with the same fervent sincerity as the night before. You looked away, unpacking your bag with the contents of this term’s work cluttering the table. A variety of thoughts ran through your head. Convinced that this mysterious man had been telling the truth, you felt another chilling sensation, unsure if it stemmed from the monsters he spoke of or the stress of your impending demise.

Quietly, you retrieved Gojo’s glasses from your front pocket and slid them across to him. “You should really put these in a case or something.” His raised eyebrow met with your growing anxiety. The prospect of leaving everything behind to deal with something new was albeit - terrifying, but if you did nothing, you wouldn’t be able to feel anything at all.

“But, won’t we-”

Not a second later, the wall caved in. Debris and smoke filling the room, rapidly. Gojo grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the now-destroyed room, leaving all your assignments crushed underneath the weight of falling concrete. A single glance back revealed other students fleeing the scene. With screams echoing down the hall, a familiar draft of wind swirled down the corridor after you.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” you yelled, your legs burning as you were being dragged at an (inhumanely) high speed. Gojo doing his best to manoeuvre his way through the bustling students, who were bewildered at your rapid pace.

“They’re here.” Out of breath, all retorts had escaped your mind, fight or flight in full swing. With every corridor you left behind, a new chorus of cries echo in your wake. “I could sense him--the curse–but I couldn’t see him. He’s good!" He rattled on but you were certain it was mostly for himself. Exhilaration clearly pulsing through his veins whilst anxiety was beginning to freeze yours.

“WHAT?” Nothing made sense. It felt insane, as if this was the dreaded sequel of your absurdist nightmare.

“THE WIND.” He shouted in reply as if that answered anything. A new set of screams followed as you tumbled down the stairs. He continued. “STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS AND ACCEPT MY HELP.”

“WELL, I WAS ABOUT TO BEFORE WE ALMOST DIED!”

“REALLY?” For the first time in a while, he took a good look at you, a smile evident on his face even despite death feeling very near to the both of you. An ultimately foolish decision, as Satoru almost ran straight into a wall.

“LOOK WHERE YOU’RE GOING, SATORU.” You called out, doing your utmost to keep up with him.

“YES, MAAM!” He turned around, turning up the speed with a newfound sense of motivation. If you stopped running for just a moment, you were sure your legs would fall off.

Nearing a corner, something materialised in front of you. Gojo looked at the mist forming then looked you dead in the eyes. “Accept my help. Please.”

“Okay, alright! I need your help.”

Everything went black.

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing could be seen but you were feeling everything, everywhere, all at once. Death was your first thought but with Gojo holding onto you, you knew you were still alive.

Then, onslaughts of colour flooded back into your vision. A different form of headache made you feel like you were about to puke out the whole galaxy. However, Gojo did. Even God couldn’t make puking seem graceful. There was enough anxiety to fill up every cell in your body and realising, you were both back in your apartment, you began to panic even more. Deciding to focus on one thing at a time, you stumbled over towards the kitchen and got a glass of water for the both of you. Placing his down, you sat next to him.

Eagerly, you waited for him to say anything, anything at all to make sense of the past 15 minutes. He looked pale, sickly; whatever he had just done had evidently taken a lot more out of him than he’d expected.

Gojo began to monologue, slowly, about his findings and how he got to you in the first place.

a/n - dun dun dunnnn. i'm not sure why i was so nervous to post this but i had a ton of fun writing this. please reblog/like if you enjoyed it. part 2 will be out soon :)

#satorkiees #gojo satoru #gojo saturo x reader #gojo saturo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojō x reader #jjk satoru #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu gojo

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punsmaster69 · 3 months

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2 9/JNN/2 0XX

[Horribly shaky handwriting.]

heads up

if you h ave a headache from acci den tally sh ining a lªmp directly iinto y our sockets beca use you didn't realize it was stilll on while changing the bulb

and dr ink a coffee o r more to help with the pai n .

m ake su re it iis nºt double caf feinated.

an d if you previ ously thought you were immune to ca ffeine you ªren't .

probably dºn't rely on coffee to minimize your paiin at all.

#undertale #journal #sans #worried this one might need a transcription with it

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ilydeku · 2 years

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fortune cookie | izuku x reader

"Hey excuse me." Your father sticks his hand up, signaling to the viridescent haired boy almost passing by. He stops, making his way over to your table. The faint smell of sweet cologne allured you.

"Yes, how can I help you, sir?"

"My daughter here thinks you're really cute-"

"DAD!" You sink down in your seat, your hands quickly covering your flushed face. How embarassing. You can't believe how he could even say that out of nowhere. You've never even mentioned anything about any oc the waiters in the resteraunt, though you'd be lying if you said you weren't keeping an eye on this particular one.

"Oh?" The boy turns to you with a smile. "What's your name?" The only response he got was you sinking lower, under the table and out of view, hands glued to your face. Never in your life have you had the urge to die the very moment.

"Her name is Y/n," your father replies for you.

"Pretty name. Nice to meet you, y/n!" He walks away to his next task while father laughs at your current state. He pushes a plate of food over as some kind of apology and smiles.

"Dad whyy?" You crawl out from under the table as the coast was clear, laughing along with him.

"What? You can't stay alone by yourself you know."

"What's with this now? You've always kept me far away from boys."

"Well, that boy looks like he got something in him. I can feel it."

After the wonderful meal, your father called for the check. You relaxed and leaned against the back rest of the chair, full and satisfied. Two fortune cookie were brought along with the check. Curious, you opened up the one given to you just to read the silly fortune.

'You will know it when you see it. It will know you when it sees you.'

"Pshh." You were about to discard the slip of paper when a figure in the background catches your eye, the same waiter that you were embarrassed in front of. You almost considered running out of the resteraunt, but it looked like he was trying to tell you something. He extends his hand in front of him and waves it slightly, probably telling you to wait, then he makes a fist like he's holding something and twirls his finger in the air. You tilt your head and giggle, not understanding the signs he's giving you. He face palms and giggles himself. He must've looked pretty stupid. He pointed to the fortune in your hand and twirled his finger once more. Pinching the paper in both fingers, you flipped it to the other sidea and almost choked.

'I always thought happiness started with an ‘h,’ but it turns out mine starts with ‘u.’ :) 0XX-XXX-XXXX (My name is Izuku Midoriya by the way!)'

Your face glowed in excitement and nervousness. This couldn't possibly be a joke right? He had this fortune cookie custom created just for you. No one would go that far for a somebody just to mess with them. Izuku Midoriya. You stared at him for a second. He looked genuine. Very cute. Hard believe he actually gave you his number after he witnessed you being obliterated by your father. Your eyes slowly trailed up to the the boys face. He blushed and gave you a bright smile before waving and returning to his work.

"What's that you got there y/n?" You father asks as he gets ready to leave. "''S that your fortune?" You smiled at the note in your hands, pocketing it safely as you both left the resturant.

"No...not a fortune. More like my future."

support me? :)

#w.midizu #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #oneshot #fluff #drabbles #bnha x reader #deku #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya

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generic-sonic-fan · 4 days

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I realised I asked in the wrong place because I'm stupid - but I would like to know what Omega is doing in the basement?

You are not stupid! In fact, I was just preparing to answer your comment on the post when you sent this, lol.

To answer your question- what is Unit E-123 Omega doing in the basement? He would sure like to know the answer as well. His wonderful creator, the brilliant Dr. Ivo Robotnik, said that he was the most powerful of his creations- so why is he waiting around in a basement with nothing but a glowing green capsule for company?

(TL;DR: this fic is my idea for novelizing Omega's origin story. It would be very much in the spirit of Complex Inquiries, exploring the slow and steady character development of how Omega went from Eggman's most praised creation to hating everything he stands for. The fic would take place within a single room- the room containing Shadow -which I have jokingly dubbed "the basement" in my notes for this fic.)

As for an excerpt of this fic, you've already read one- I used my idea for a first chapter for this fic within my Team Dark Week Day 4 fic. The fic will be structured with "MEMORY LOG 0XX" format.

#ask game

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flyfish1999 · 2 days

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Persona 3's Weiss Schwarz Deck: For the Uninitiated

a few weeks ago, i fell into the weiss schwarz rabbit hole .. and figured that it was finally time today to share my findings ! as this is an informative post for people who are p3 fans above weiss schwarz fans ... here's the gist:

Weiss Schwarz (Weiß Schwarz, white-black in german) is a japanese TCG card game that is probably most well-known for releasing decks that tie into popular anime and game franchises, with participating titles such as Fate/stay night, Hatsune Miku Project Diva, Madoka Magica and - the most relevant to us - Modern Persona (3 - 5). The cards featured include mostly official art - such as sprites and reused promo art - but some of it's special, unique or rare cards have custom art made specifically for the deck!

The P3 deck specifically was released only in Japanese (unlike the P4 and P5 sets) but it had two unique releases: it's first 2008 release that came alongside a boxset, mat and a premade deck available for purchase, and then later rereleased in 2021 as a special backlog Chronicle set where every card was made into a shiny foil card (only 3000 of this set were ever made, so it goes for a lot now)! Fun Fact: this means that although the Chronicle boxset included every single card ever released (+ a bonus brand new one that sadly reuses FES art) it appeared to include some cards twice - because for some cards, the only difference between it and another was that it was a foil card :]c

The series name for the original release is P3/S0XX-0XX, and for the Chronicle release is P3/SC0XX-0XX !

Resources: Archived Product Page: circa June 2008, includes a list of every artist featured in the deck! Official Box Page: still-accessible version of Weiss Schwarz's original P3 release information Heart of the Cards: a full list of every card in the original P3 deck, with translations! Little Akiba: another full list of every card in the og deck, navigable by images! Weiss & Such: a youtube unboxing of the beautiful Chronicle boxset! Waifu Wars: a youtube review from 2016 of the original set from people who are far better at the game than i am ^_^ !

Below, is (what I believe is) a full list of every card with unique art in the deck, with titles attached! All images are high-quality sample images, but beware of a long post ahead! Enjoy ^_^)/ !!!

The Last Choice:

Unbreakable Bond:

Thank You:

Oath to a Friend:

Hot Springs:

End of Revenge:

Living Person:

Mechanical Maiden:

A Mutual Promise:

Father's Will:

The Strongest:

Aigis' Dream & Analyse:

Level Up & Phoenix Ranger Featherman R:

thanks for reading ^_^)/ !!!!!!!!!!!!

#persona 3 #weiss schwarz #i should've posted this weeks ago ... oh well ^_^ !!!! at least i finally did !

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rayxdrpepper · 1 day

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Credits: @/xx0.star.0xx (via TikTok)

This is so fucking funny 😭😂

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin valentino #fuck valentino #hazbin memes #tiktok

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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💌 love letter from vin jin? thanks :)

[The letter you receive is in a light green envelope. It's been sealed with a glue stick.]

I can't believe I'm writing a cheesy ass love letter but you're too hot, it doesn't even matter.

Let me keep this short, because this isn't a sport.

What I'm saying is, every time you walk into the room, my heart blooms. All doom and gloom disappears with you around, ya get it?

Just like your appearance, your personality shines, too. Who wouldn't want you?

I say that, but really I hope it's just me because I don't want to be fighting anyone for you to be mine. So let's make things exciting because you can't stay single being that divine.

0XX-XXX-XXXX <- That's my phone number, give me a ring or text!

-You know who ★

#lookism x reader #vin jin x reader #vin jin #love letter #if this made u cringe. good i did my job right #but if u thought it was sweet then dont mind me <3 /lh #and yes i googled 'what rhymes with _____' a good few times

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cielgram · 8 months

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🐰 WARDEN 0XX ─ JACKALOPE

➤ Gender: Male? we think? (He/It) | Watashi (私)

➤ Age: ???

➤ Birthday: April 27

➤ Height: 50cm

➤ Blood Type: None lol

➤ Voice Claim: Jun Fukuyama

➤ Color Code: #F1E5AA

A plush of a hare with horns. This cryptid is said to inhabit Wyoming, America, but, for some reason, he is instead guarding the prison alongside Key. Functions as the guide for MILGRAM and exists to teach Key about the prison, their job as the guard and so on.

Being knowlegeable about the innerworkings of MILGRAM, it tends to have a stern, ''wise'' teacher sort of attitude. However, much to the confusion of others, it seems that only Key can hear his voice.

Getting attached is natural. But think carefully about your choice instead of winging it. That is... Don't let your personal bias cloud your judgement.

#milgram #milgram oc #ocgram #cielgram #profile #jack (cielgram)

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hermitcrossovers · 2 years

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mission 0XX: fool the ceo

part one

xisuma slid up to grian’s desk, “are you going to the winter holiday party? you skipped the last company party, we were looking forward to meeting your husband and maybe your son could come.” gently prodding grian for information to take back to the other co-workers who were hiding around the corner. they democratically elected xisuma to talk to the recent company hire who was rather stand-offish.

grian blank screened for a moment. “oh, my family and i might not make. my husband mother has been demanding for us to come visit her as soon as possible to see her first grandchild.” maybe he was too heavy handed with the guilt tripping. he could always claim that mumbo’s non-existent mother came down with illness if they saw him out during vacation. holding in a nervous chuckle, “she lives more up north, so we are hoping for a white christmas for our son.”

xisuma gave out a little mental aw in his mind. grian just wanted to spend some time with family, company dinners were not first priority on the list, maybe that’s why grian hardly ever spoke to his co-workers. too busy working to get home to the family, that was admirable. “that’s sounds wonderful grian! you should show us photos when you come back from vacation. i have to get back to work now.”

grian nodded solemly to xisuma’s receding back and called out, “I will make sure to take good photos.”

The co-workers looked on dumbfounded at the photos grian was showing them. They were all horrible! A finger in the photo there that hide his son building a snowman, an out of focused shot of the family playing snowball, shaky hands distorting snow angels, the list goes on. He is a wonderful husband and father from all the gushing that was pouring out of grian’s lips like a waterfall but a horrible photographer hopefully for the sake of memories his husband is better.

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“It’s such a shame that grian’s is a horrible photographer, all those memories gone.”

doc asked his secretary confused, “grian is a decent photographer, asked him to take a photo for me and it okay, not messed up like what you are talking about?”

the secretary waved his worries away, “perhaps he was being careful to impress you sir.”

“yeah, that’s it.” doc nodding, his suspicion fading away.

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grian sneezed loudly, jolting mumbo out of his hunched position over his desk.

“are you getting a cold?”

“no, i’m fine mumbo. must be cold draft.”

#hermitcraft #spy x family #xisuma #grian #docm77 #mumbo jumbo #x would totally be a nosy neighbor

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balkanskapravila1371 · 20 days

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koreangermanium · 7 months

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Germany Area Codes +0XX

Origin : https://goodgermany.com/archives/category/live/germany-area-codes-0xx/ In a world where communication is vital, knowing the area codes of a country can make connecting with friends, family, or businesses a breeze. Germany, a country known for its rich history, technological advancements, and picturesque landscapes, is no exception. This article aims to provide you with a detailed understanding of Germany's area codes, helping you stay connected efficiently within this beautiful country.

What Are Area Codes?

Before we delve into Germany's area codes, let's understand what area codes are. Area codes are numerical prefixes that are used in telephone numbers to specify a particular geographic region. They are essential for routing calls to the correct destination within a country.

Germany's Telephone Number Structure

In Germany, telephone numbers consist of an area code, a local code, and the individual subscriber's number. The area code is a crucial element that helps identify the specific region or city within Germany. There are several area codes in Germany, each representing different parts of the country. Major German Cities and Their Area Codes To make it easier for you to connect with your desired location in Germany, let's take a look at some major cities and their respective area codes: - Berlin (030): The capital city of Germany, known for its historical landmarks and vibrant culture, uses the area code 030. - Munich (089): Munich, the heart of Bavaria, can be reached using the area code 089. - Hamburg (040): For those interested in visiting Hamburg's bustling port and maritime heritage, the area code 040 will connect you. - Frankfurt (069): Frankfurt, a global financial hub, is accessible with the area code 069. - Cologne (0221): The beautiful city of Cologne, famous for its stunning cathedral, utilizes the area code 0221. - Stuttgart (0711) - Düsseldorf (0211) - Dortmund (0231) - Essen (0201) - Leipzig (0341) - Hanover (Hannover) (0511) - Nuremberg (Nürnberg) (0911) - Dresden (0351) - Bremen (0421) - Duisburg (0203)

Understanding German Area Codes

German area codes are structured systematically, making it relatively easy to identify the region associated with a particular code. Here's a breakdown of how German area codes are organized: Geographic Distribution Germany's area codes are distributed geographically, with each code corresponding to specific states, regions, or cities. This organized system simplifies the process of locating the area you want to call. Area Code Length German area codes typically consist of three to five digits. Longer area codes are generally used for larger cities or regions, while smaller towns may have shorter codes. This distinction aids in efficiently routing calls to their intended destinations. Mobile Phone Area Codes Mobile phone area codes in Germany typically start with the prefix "015," followed by additional digits. These codes are essential for connecting with mobile users across the country.

How to Dial German Area Codes

Dialing German area codes is straightforward, whether you're calling from within Germany or internationally. Here's a simple guide: - When calling from within Germany to a number within the same area code, you only need to dial the local number. For example, if you're in Berlin and calling another Berlin number, you would dial the local number without the area code. - When calling within Germany to a number in a different area code, you should dial the full area code followed by the local number. For instance, if you're in Hamburg and calling a Frankfurt number, you would dial "069" (Frankfurt's area code) followed by the local number. - When calling internationally to Germany, you must dial the country code for Germany, which is "+49," followed by the appropriate area code and the local number.

Conclusion

Understanding Germany's area codes is essential for effective communication within the country. Whether you're planning a trip to Berlin, conducting business in Munich, or exploring the beauty of Cologne, knowing the area codes will help you stay connected effortlessly. So, the next time you need to make a call within Germany, remember these area codes, and you'll be well on your way to connecting with ease.

FAQs

- Are area codes the same for landline and mobile numbers in Germany? - No, mobile phone area codes in Germany have a different format and usually start with "015." - How many area codes are there in Germany? - Germany has a wide range of area codes, with each code representing a specific region or city. There are several hundred area codes in total. - Can I call a different area code within Germany using only the local number? - No, if you're calling a different area code within Germany, you need to dial the full area code followed by the local number. - Is it possible to identify a city or region in Germany based on the area code? - Yes, German area codes are organized geographically, making it possible to identify the city or region associated with a particular code. - What is the area code for rural areas in Germany? - Area codes for rural areas in Germany vary, but they typically have longer codes to distinguish them from larger cities. Read the full article

#Area #berlin #Code #Cologne #Dial #Hamubrg #Local #Mobile #munich #Number #region

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