JUJUTSU KAISEN OC. based off me hehe (The Ring, Ryoba & Ayano Aishi, Mirror Maiden.) short explanation: I get called the girl from the ring a lot, or that I'm ghost since I'm silent, I could be in my room one minute then the next minute next to you as if I was always there, like a ghost. Doing this out of spite fr. It's gonna be so.. accurate or good but I wanna put my ideas to use no matter what.
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𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺
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The woman behind the mirrors, screens and solid reflections. Fit for a semi-grade one or grade one, yet isn't due to not being part of a school of sorcery. She watched, behind the mirror and screens like a ghost, learning by listening and observing.
Illogical, isn't it ? Not to a child that is a perfectionist who would do anything to receive praise and acknowledgment for their achievements, as tired as they may be of being the achiever of what their family couldn't do much.
She could join either Kyoto's or Tokyo's Metropolitan Curse Technical College, but didn't--Held back by her precious friendships, by her love to her best friend. Her one and only. Too familiar, isn't it ? A story of two best friends.. Although, soon enough she was found and taken into Tokyo Jujutsu Tech by the title as 'teachers assistant'.
Murderous thoughts circles her mind everyday for her best friend, all the ways she could protect her, all the ways she could kill for her; Insanity, psychopathic, or simply love-sick ? The desperation, the cries, the need to find hope to fill her glass heart. Attached easily to her best friend, she grew jealous of the people who dared to have her by themselves, and specially the boyfriend.
Maybe, someone can fill her glass heart, someone that isn't her best friend, for sure.
Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family.
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