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    Staying up late has its downsides when you're a kid, and Jabber heard all of the reasons he shouldn't have a messed up sleep schedule. But if he slept early he wouldn't have ever met a boy that lived across the world in a completely different country and culture. Online friends also had their downsides, but if Jabber never played video games he would have never met Zanka Nijiku.

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    30 May 2026

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    Though with all of the planning and formulating, the perfecting and order— some things are bound to get screwed up. Zanka just didn’t know it came in the shape of one single person.

     

    Or, the one college au where Jabber wrecks Zanka's life by existing and looking pretty.

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    19 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 93

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    Varka's military contract requires him to be temporarily stationed in Nod-Krai, since those lands are an object of constant conflicts between Mondstadt and Shneznaya.

    As a high rank officer, he is allowed to live outside of the barracks and finds himself a nice apartment in a quiet neighborhood. He quickly makes friends with everyone but this one neighbor who is rarely seen leaving his lot - a mysterious middle-aged man with a noble aura to him. What secret is this person hiding and why does he avoid any human interaction? Obviously, the ever nosy Varka can't help wanting to learn more about him and will use any opportunity to do so. Even more so, once he learns the neighbor in question is totally his type.

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    20 Nov 2025

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    "You're kind. That's a rare quality to have in this world. And it's the best thing about you."
    The words that were once meant as a compliment now remind you every day that you are not fit for this world.
    This world preys on the weak. The kind.
    It's a miracle you've made it this far. 

    "Stay on the move. Avoid crowds. Boil and filter every drop of water. Pack light. Never eat a white mushroom." 

    A survivor crosses paths with a silent man in the ruins of the world. She wasn’t looking for company, but having someone to travel with can’t hurt, right? Besides, they’re heading in the same direction, and it’s only temporary.

    But something about the man haunts our protagonist. What kind of hell did he crawl out of? What is his damage?
    And why won't he speak?

     

    (Boots playlist)

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    25 Aug 2025

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    Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.

    You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.

    In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.

    After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.

    ‘1337.’

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    17 Apr 2025