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creampuffqueen · 6 months ago

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Mal's Modern Avatars AU

Welcome one and all to my Avatar College AU, the premise of which is that the three female Avatars share an apartment during college and are all best friends. This is the official character intro post!

Yangchen Ngodup - she/her

Major: International Relations, minoring in Philosophy, Psychology, and Political Science (yes she is insane for this)

Sport: Volleyball setter (fall) & track sprinter (spring)

Clubs: Debate team, Model UN, Volunteer Chair for Eco-Representatives Club, Choir (soprano) & Class President her senior year

Family: Raised by her older sister, Jetsun, who disappeared without a trace when Yangchen was 7. After her sister's disappearance she lived with her elderly relatives Tsering and Dagmola. Her senior year of high school she went to live with her Uncle Boma in order to get in-state tuition for her top choice college

Other: Owns two siamese cats named Pik and Pak. Routinely exceeds the daily recommended caffeine limit. Leader of a bar trivia team that kicks ass

Kavik Aliyak - he/him

Major: Pre-med, hoping to specialize in emergency medicine

Sport: Intramural wrestling for one semester, drops it for intramural ice hockey

Clubs: Math Club, Chess Club, Pre-med Society

Family: Parents Tapeesa and Ujurak, brother Kalyaan who is 3 years older than him

Other: Complex relationship with his older brother. Attempted to rush a frat but decided it wasn't for him. Was a Resident Advisor for two years. Receives a yearly National Merit scholarship for his proficiency in math. Works part-time as a cashier at a local boba shop

Kyoshi Jampa - she/her

Major: Literature

Sport: Basketball, attends on a scholarship for the sport

Clubs: Poetry Club, Ceramics Club, Forestry Club, a small stint with the campus newspaper

Family: Abandoned at 5, bounced around the foster system until ending up with Kelsang at 10. Her parents passed away in prison when she was 13, and Kelsang officially adopted her when she was 14

Other: Sings backup vocals for The Flying Opera Company, a small band started by some of her friends. Works as a barista at a local boba shop. Very shy due to bullying during middle and high school. Her and Rangi's families are extremely close

Rangi Sei'naka - she/her

Major: Pre-law, wants to specialize in criminal justice

Sport: Intramural soccer and taekwando

Clubs: Debate Team, History Tutoring, LGBTQ Club

Family: Parents Hei-Ran and Junsik. Her father passed away from leukemia when she was 12

Other: Part of the school's ROTC program in the army branch. Attends this school specifically to be with Kyoshi

Korra Egoak - she/they

Major: Kinesiology

Sport: Intramural soccer, wrestling, and rugby

Clubs: President of the LGBTQ Club

Family: Parents Senna and Tonraq, plenty of close extended family on both sides

Other: Was homeschooled her entire life. Originally scouted to swim for a different college, but suffered an accident in high school that left her both traumatized and paralyzed. She is mostly recovered, but still deals with PTSD and occasional depression. Has a service dog, Naga

Asami Sato - she/her

Major: Mechanical Engineering

Sport: Intramural Jiu Jitsu

Clubs: President of the Robotics Club, LGBTQ Club, Chess Club

Family: Parents Yasuko and Hiroshi. Mother was killed in a home break-in when she was 8. Her senior year of high school her father was arrested for insider trading, and his million-dollar company reverted to her. It is currently being run by others, but she plans to take over after she gets her degree

Other: Part of a sorority

Relationships:

Yangchen & Kavik began dating the summer after their freshman year. Influenced by his older brother, Kavik broke up with her over winter break their sophomore year. He quickly regretted this and spent the next semester making it up to her until they felt ready to date again

Kyoshi & Rangi began dating their senior year in high school after being friends for several years. When Kyoshi got into this college, Rangi instantly decided to follow her

Korra & Asami met while Asami was dating Mako. She, Korra, and Mako all bounced between each other for a few months before the two girls realized they liked each other far more than they liked him. They began dating the spring semester of their freshman year

Yangchen, Kyoshi, and Korra became friends their freshman year and decided to rent an apartment together for their sophomore year. They enjoyed it so much they kept the apartment together until they all graduated

If you want to read more about this AU, check out this post or this post. Or this silly incorrect quotes post. Also feel free to send asks about it if you're interested!

#mal's modern avatars au #atla #tlok #chronicles of the avatar #avatar yangchen #avatar kyoshi #avatar korra #yangvik #rangshi #korrasami #kavik #rangi sei'naka #asami sato #yangchen x kavik #kyoshi x rangi #korra x asami

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peppermint-pearl · 8 months ago

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Free will !!!

It has come to my attention that I can do literally whatever I want , so here’s a Mouthwashing OC !

Her name's Hope , she's another mechanic intern on the Tulpar (my justification for this is that an internship under Swansea was always part of the plan but Pony ended up saddling him with two--) .

She was in college for aerospace engineering but after tuition prices increased she was forced to drop out and find work , which lead her to the position at Pony Express . So she's decently qualified for the position but she's like . bitter about it because it's a mere shadow of the dreams she once had for it herself .

She acts pretty jaded / tries to be pessimistic about everything because she believes her life is over and she's afraid of further disappointment , but still holds a bit of that same naivety she thinks she stomped out of herself . I think maybe she tries to act a little like Swansea but it doesn't really land the same way because she's got literally none of the life experience to justify how completely over everything she is KASLHFJ - she's like . 'ah yes . kindred spirits' but still gets flustered at making little mistakes in a way that makes it obvious she really just wants to be liked and do a good job .

I think she's most comfortable around Anya partially because she'd be the only other girl on the ship , and partially because Hope sees her as an older woman (older than her at least SDKHJ) still working to achieve her dreams (getting into medical school!) and feels better knowing there's still time for her to do what she wants . Maybe also Hope had an older sister at home Anya reminds her of ? that one's a little up in the air but I'm thinking thoughtfully of it !!

I think she'd also be close with Daisuke because he's her age and she's able to see him more as a peer than an authority like she does everyone else on the ship (and what if they kissed . just a little bit . for my happiness .) . She probably tried very hard not to like him at first due to his general lack of ability with . internship things . but pretty quickly warmed up to him just because of how earnest and well-meaning he is . I think they'd speak to each other in niche pop culture references no one else on the ship knows ASFLHJ

Swansea and her would constantly be insulting each other but in a way that feels familiar if that makes sense ? I think she does get under Swansea's skin a lot but 'at least she can get the job done' . He definitely thinks it's funny to point out little imperfections in her work to get her a little panicked -- like 'ah , you scratched the reflection here , unacceptable . we'll need to throw you into space for this .' and then laugh at the split second Hope actually believes it ALSDJKF.

I think she holds some respect for Curly and Jimmy as authority figures , but would probably feel better being friendly with Curly just because Jimmy is . unfriendly . and horrible KLJHSD

When the crash happens , she probably slips deeper back into the doom spiral she'd been on before - if she thought her life was over before , it's suPER NOT LOOKING BETTER BY THIS POINT ,, Taking a leaf from Swansea's book , she'd probably try getting absolutely blasted off the 3498239478 Dragons Breath bottles they'd been transporting .

As for how she dies , I think . as pathetic as it is . she either drinks too much of the mouthwash or she chokes on her own vomit from it . Which also makes me think that if she was actually in the story she'd be maybe the first to die ? Like it's maybe the least directly violent / most unrelated to the final spiral of events that leads to everyone else's death but it IS also partially a result of negligence and another sign of what's to come . Jimmy would probably have tried to sweep it under the rug , saying it was her own fault , but it super would noT have helped tensions on the ship .

UHH YEAH that's all I have brainstormed , I might do some stuff with her later -- if you got this far thank you for humoring my brainrot ASDFLJH

#mintys art #mouthwashing #mouthwashing oc #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing fanart #anya mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing

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godhandler · 11 months ago

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College Major Headcanons:

[Extra content for The Homo Economicus in Love - noritoshi kamo x reader, cute college au]

Yuuji Itadori - Media Studies, on a full sports scholarship even though he's not too interested in sports. He doesn't show up to practice that much but carries the team in tournaments. Not really very academically inclined but everyone he meets loves him so much that he's gotten a shit ton of internships and work experience just cuz he's nice to work with. Stays on campus dorms.

Nobara Kugisaki - Fashion Merchandising (yay legally blonde). Another one who's not very academically inclined but does great at the practical aspects of the job. Gets 40% off on tuition, but has some funds from her grandma. also gets money from her fashion blog, part-time jobs at fashion mags, and manages clothing for photoshoots on a freelance basis (if she commits she commits). Saves on residence by renting with Inumaki and Panda.

Megumi Fushiguro - Computer Science with a minor in Math. Full scholarship and bursary grant by the college due to his shitty financial conditions (orphaned and destitute at a young age). Prof Gojo is his legal guardian. grew up in and stays on campus dorms.

Maki Zenin - Star Athlete, literally training for the Olympics. Her degree is in Mass Communications but she doesn't actually have to attend classes cuz the Uni wants her to focus on sports. Disowned by her family. Full sports scholarship and occasionally gets sponsored by sportswear companies. Trying to go pro.

Yuuta Okkotsu - Sociology and Anthropolgy. He enjoys talking to and meeting people and works as a part-time Journalist for local news channels to bring attention to issues like poverty. Gets a bursary grant from the uni, gets paid for and is decently recognized for his journalism work. Both Geto and Gojo want to mentor him. He talks to himself when he's alone but that's a secret.

Toge Inumaki - Architectural Design, chose this degree just for the hell of it, is a solid B+ student. Has a YouTube gaming and ASMR channel with 200k followers but is struggling to monetize it profitably. Got in on legacy admissions but gets a sports scholarship of 30% (he's pretty good at athletics)

Panda - ???

Noritoshi Kamo - Economics and Finance, specializing in Private Equity and Investment Banking. he's the heir of the Kamo Conglomerate. Full legacy admission even though he graduated valedictorian of high school and is the captain of the Archery team.

Todo Aoi - Quantum Physics. he's literally the top student of every class he takes. he keeps taking random other classes from different majors based on his whims. his genius was recognised and personally mentored by Yuki Tsukumo, but is now undergoing formal college education for the certificate even though he already knows all this and more. he spends half the day in the gym and the other half streaming Takada-chan variety clips.

Mai Zenin - Economics and Finance, her family made her take it. good at academics even though she's not super into it. legacy admission.

Momo Nishimiya - Literature and Creative Writing. She posts regularly for a gender and sexuality magazine. loves nobara's blog.

Miwa Kasumi - Computer Science with a minor in Software Engineering. She just wanted a degree that would lead to a well-paying job. Cabinet Member of the Student Council. She vouched a lot for Mechamaru/Kokichi to get disability-friendly accommodation. she struggles a bit with academics but pulls through with A- all around. Kokichi/Mechamaru helps her if she finds something particularly difficult to understand. has her own campus residence but has practically moved in with Kokichi.

Arata Nitta - Health and Medicine, focusing on Emergency Care Medicine. he TAs for Prof Shoko's classes. his sister works in college admin office. has campus residence but mostly stays in the college affilitated hospital, bit of an over-worker.

Mechamaru/ Kokichi Muta - double major in Computer Science and Mechanical Engineering. Another top student of his classes. Found it a bit difficult to adjust to campus life at first (not enough disability accommodation) but with Miwa's help he got around. campus dorm with Miwa.

Professors!

Gojo Satoru - graduated from top Ivy colleges, has 5 PhDs, and wrote 1000 papers and books, and is the one of the most respected physicist in the world but insists on teaching Intro-level Physics and Math. drives a Bugatti to college. highly competitive relative grading. prescribes his own books for his class. expect a problem set every day after class. gives a lot of individual attention to students tho, n is very nice in general. he'll accept a late submission if u bring him sweets. his lockscreen is prof geto?

Geto Suguru - teaches one class named Ethics, Philosophy and Law every semester. doesn't answer questions over email, only during Office Hours. great at explaining difficult concepts, his course is the one students fight to get into and say "opened their eyes". has a devoted cult of worshipping students, voted student favorite every year. his adopted daughters took a gap year to travel abroad and he talks about them in class. he always has sweets in his pockets?

Utahime Iori - teaches modules on Economics, Politics and Philosophy courses. great teacher, very clear explanations, bumps up the grading slightly (absolute grading) and is very accommodating as a prof. hates getting emails at night tho.

Shoko Ieiri - Shitty ass prof tbh but everyone takes her class cuz she gives everyone an A. teaches Surgical Anatomy. focuses on practical experience rather than theory. she has a no attendance policy and takes few very exams or assignments.

Yuki Tsukomo - Visiting Faculty, takes one super high level class Quantum Physical Theory one semester and comes back after 4 years. Independent researcher funded by the uni.

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amcgovern17 · 25 days ago

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Excerpt from Chapter 1 of To the Heart of It

From AO3 by amcgovern17

Bucky/Reader Soulmate AU

(Work in progress! 15/30 chapters posted. Currently 60,000 words)

(Additional tags and info at the bottom ☺️)

December 5, 2018 - Part I

With a loud sigh, you turned off the alarm on your phone and stood up from your bed, shoving papers and your textbook into your bag. You’d already pressed snooze three times. Any more and you would for sure be late.

Your lecture started at 10, which meant you had to be on the subway by 9 if you wanted any chance of making it on time. Laptop, keys, coffee, ID badge… you ran through your checklist, reaching to grab your coffee mug–the one with the Schrödinger’s cat joke-from the counter before heading out the door. You really should buy a travel mug. You always got weird looks from people on the subway, scooching slightly away from you as if waiting for you to spill hot coffee all over them. More space for me, you thought happily.

You grabbed your coat and scarf and locked up your apartment, making your way down three flights of stairs. I need to find a better place to live, you sighed. The super had been promising for months that he would get the elevator fixed and it hadn’t happened yet. While that had been wonderful for your glutes, you were tired of this shithole. Once I get this job, I can look. Finally make enough money so I don’t have to live in this shoebox. You mentally added it to the never ending to do list.

As a graduate assistant in the Columbia University physics department, you were lucky enough to have tuition assistance, but that meant you had to teach three classes a semester of an undergrad physics course. Boring, but generally easy. Most of the students were there to finish out their science requirements, but occasionally you had a few kids actually interested in pursuing physics. Kids, you laughed to yourself. They’re not that much younger than you, dumbass.

You had at least one more year before you completed your PhD, having started your college career a little later than most. You hadn’t been able to afford it early on; the money your adoptive mom had left when she died had not quite been enough. So after high school, you worked long hours at the mechanic shop in town, skipping out on vacations, working holidays, and saving every penny you could manage.

You’d been able to enroll in your undergrad program at 21 at the community college, majoring in engineering, and managed to finish in three years. You were interested in science, the mechanics of how things worked and the theory behind it. Towards the end of undergrad, after attending a guest lecture from a highly regarded physics professor, your interests narrowed.

Your senior thesis project on engineering computations in quantum superposition had been what got you into Columbia, catching the eyes of a few professors. They’d offered you the assistantship while you got your masters, and you’d done so well in it that you kept it through to your doctoral program.

Today you had an interview at Hammer Industries. You hadn’t heard great things about working there, but a job was a job. Even though it was just a receptionist position, you hoped it would be a way to get your foot into the door of the professional world once you graduated. Plus I’ll have my silly little social media side gig, you smiled to yourself as you walked out of your apartment and onto the street, taking the quickest path to the 116th Street–Columbia University subway station and glancing at your watch. Shit, you thought. You were going to be cutting it close. Please make it, please make it.

You reached the platform just in time to slide into the car before the doors closed, finding a decent corner to lean into for the ride. You pulled out your phone while you rode, wanting to post the picture of your study material from earlier to your Instagram stories. You had been posting your graduate physics journey for the last few years and actually had a pretty decent following. You tried to post and interact regularly, putting out content explaining physics in easier terms, but also making the graduate school process as transparent as possible so people could know what to expect. The tiny bit of income you’d earned through it was unexpected (and definitely not enough to live off of), but welcomed.

You pulled up the photo of all your scattered notes, cropping out most of your bed and double checking that there was nothing fully identifiable in the picture. You loved your followers, but you weren’t looking to get a stalker, thank you very much. It was the end of the semester and every deadline, exam, paper, and project was looming over you, so you thought it fitting to add the text ‘My brain is exploding.’

Posted. Done. One more thing off the to do list. You held your coffee mug away from you slightly, knowing the next bend was bumpy and you needed to be careful. You tucked your phone carefully into your pocket, and stood straight, ready to join the herd of people getting off the subway and making their way up the stairs to the streets. Thankfully, the physics building wasn’t too far from the station. I might just have enough time to refill my coffee, you thought happily. Hopefully there isn’t a huge line.

You carefully crossed the street and power walked through the crowds of students milling about, walking into one of the many on-campus coffee shops.

“Hey Professor!” you heard as you waited in line, turning to see who was greeting you. Oh, Peter Parker, you thought, placing his face. From last semester’s UN1202 Physics class, you reminded yourself.

“Mr. Parker, I’m not a professor,” you corrected, smiling at him anyway.

“Yet,” he grinned. “You’re fantastic at it, there’s no way the department doesn’t hire you once you graduate. Hey, did you see they released the lineup for the next symposium?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t checked my email yet today.” You wondered if it would be anything interesting this year. You’d skipped out the last two years because there had been too much focus on string theory for you to justify paying the ticket price and living off of cup ramen for a week. You were hoping this new job would give you just enough extra that you could afford to do things like that more regularly.

You reached the front of the line and greeted the barista, who was already reaching for your mug, knowing exactly what your order was. You swiped your card and dropped a dollar into the tip jar.

“I’m really excited to hear Rovelli. He doesn’t usually do these kinds of presentations anymore. What you said about how he theorized the faster than light possibilities for white holes in class last semester…” Peter whistled. You stood to the side, waiting to pick up your coffee and watched as Peter ordered something with a horrible caffeine to sugar ratio.

“I’m glad to know someone was listening,” you laughed. Even though you taught a freshman level introductory physics class, you often tried to go past some of the basics just to inspire students. Let them know how interesting physics could be beyond the basics of momentum and force and old white men like Issac Newton. “How are your courses this semester, Mr. Parker?”

“Oh, they’re pretty great. It’s been a lot of work balancing a full schedule with my internship and sp…special interests.” You quirked your eyebrow, not sure you wanted to ask about a college student’s special interests. “Hey, I can get tickets for all the symposiums from my internship, would you want to go with me?” Peter asked.

Is he asking me out? you thought, alarmed. “Oh, I…”

The shock must have shown on your face, because horror dawned on Peter’s. “Oh, no. Not like that, just as a friend. Definitely not a date.” Thank god. “I mean, not that you aren’t dateable, just…I have a girlfriend. And you’re my professor. Or were…” he stammered.

“Parker, breathe. It’s okay, I understand,” you laughed. “That would honestly be great. I haven’t really had the extra cash to get tickets to the last few events,” you trailed off, realizing that was probably more information than you should share.

“That’s a shame, really! It would be great content for your quantum questions account!”

“Oh, you know about…” your face scrunched in surprise.

“I figured it out last semester. You always came in with the same coffee that was posted. Sorry, I didn’t realize you…” Peter rubbed the back of his head.

“No, no. It’s fine. Just don’t blast it around please,” you asked, trusting Peter wasn’t going to dox you.

“Hey, here’s my number. I’ll text you about the tickets. I don’t really check my school email a lot,” Peter grinned sheepishly. He held out his Stark Phone towards your phone, and his contact card appeared on your screen.

Fancy, you thought, wondering how a college student could afford a top of the line smartphone. Perks of the internship, I guess.

As the barista handed you back your now-full mug and Peter his drink, you turned to Peter to say goodbye. You had less than 10 minutes now to make it to the lecture hall.

“Well, Mr. Parker, I hope you have a good day,” you said.

“It’s Peter, and thanks! You too Professor, got to run. I’ve got chem lab in five,” he joked. You smiled, watching him take off in the opposite direction, and made your way quickly into Pupin Hall and towards the classroom. Hopefully we can finish up the section on atomic physics today and start early on preparations for the final exam. I need to make sure I’m out of here by 11:30 if I want to get to Manhattan for the interview on time.

You walked through the doors at 9:58, and headed straight to the podium.

“Good morning, scientists, who can tell me the difference between fission and fusion?”

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God, I’m going to be so late. Not a good first impression for an interview, dummy. You finished wiping up as much coffee as you could, throwing the paper towels into a nearby trash can. You had been answering a few questions from students after class when your phone buzzed. You’d reached back distractedly to grab it and knocked over the iced coffee that one of the students had brought to you (lovely girl, she deserves an A+ , you thought jokingly).

You had watched it fall, unable to stop it. Then you sighed as you took in the mess, finishing packing your bag and then snapping a picture before you went to clean it up. You could hear your mom’s voice in your head now, fussing at you for always taking pictures of everything. You had always argued back that you liked documenting things, especially since you hadn’t known anything about the first year or so of your life. You smiled at the memories. Forgetting why you’d reached for your phone in the first place, you pocketed it and knelt down to clean.

“Can I please turn in that report still? My grandmother died, I couldn’t write it because of the funeral, and…” one of your students was saying, having run up at the last minute while you were wiping up coffee.

“Mr. Davis, please. Save it. You’ve had 5 grandmothers die this semester if my count is correct.” You shot him a look. At least he has the decency to look abashed. “The deadline for makeup work is midnight tonight. Get it done.”

“Thank you! I won’t let you down!” he exclaimed as he ran off.

Doubtful, you thought. Unfortunately, that was the reality of most semesters. There were always students who didn’t care to do the work until the last minute. But you refused to have to grade late work, determined that your winter break would be a true break. You needed it every year. So your makeup work deadline was set in stone.

You grabbed your things and made a quick walk to your office to print your resume. I really need to stop waiting until the last minute to do things like this, you thought.

You glanced at your watch and sighed, turning back to the doors to head out instead of to your office. It was at least a 5 minute walk to the subway station, which meant you would miss it. Which meant you’d likely be late for the interview. Fucking great.

“Could this day get any worse?” you muttered to yourself as you walked out of the building, hoping they would accept a digital copy of your resume. You pulled out your phone to email the document to the person you’d set up the interview with, and saw several notifications on your phone that you had missed.

Well, fuck, you thought, heart dropping. You squinted up at the sky. Are those…planes? You could see things zooming all over. People were stopped everywhere just like you, looking up and trying to figure out what the things were.

That’s…people? Aliens? Spaceships. Shit. That can’t be good, you thought, realizing too late what you were seeing. One of the flying motorcycle-like vehicles zoomed past, flying very low to the street. What looked like a laser (can’t be, can it?) shot from the front, hitting a taxi which promptly exploded into flames.

People were screaming now, and scattering. Fuck, fuck, shit, came your frantic thoughts. You ran down the steps and pressed yourself up against the wall of the building, trying to avoid getting trampled. You watched in horror as more of the creatures descended. A couple of them landed, pointing their weapons at the people running. They were shouting something, but you couldn’t understand.

You turned the corner and looked toward the subway entrance. Can I make it… there were dozens of people running everywhere. Two of the attackers were flying in circles low to the ground around a group of what looked like students. Run! Oh my god, get out . You were frozen, eyes wide and trying to figure out if you could help. Without getting myself killed in the process.

An explosion rocked the ground, and you crouched down, covering your head with your arms and squeezing your eyes tight. There goes the coffee shop, you thought, seeing smoke coming from down the block. You heard more gunshots, looking up to figure out where they were coming from; to figure out which direction to run, what might be safest.

You felt a buzzing under your skin, which you assumed was adrenaline, and a sudden pull to look to your left. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it: the Avengers had arrived.

Captain America had thrown his shield at one of the aliens, who dropped to the ground. Its friend turned on the Captain, firing its weapon. He managed to duck behind his shield, but the– is that actually a laser beam? Woah, how’d they…no, shut up brain. Not the time! You looked ahead, deciding that up the road toward the Avengers would be safer. Maybe you could get behind them, could get…

Iron Man landed not fifty feet away from you, bringing a group of flying assailants after him. You ducked again, trying to make yourself as small as possible, scraping your elbow against the side of the building. You hissed and grabbed your arm, feeling the rip in your shirt sleeve, pulling your hand back and seeing bright red. Shit. You must’ve scraped half your skin off.

“Get out of here,” Iron Man yelled back towards you. Don’t need to tell me twice, you thought frantically, darting forward across the sidewalk. Your instincts told you to head that way. There was more fighting ahead in front of the now destroyed coffee shop. You ran over the broken glass, hoping nothing would make it through your shoes. Black Widow and the Winter Soldier appeared through the smoke, followed by four of the creatures. Up close, you could see the alien better. A tall, grey, reptilian thing… are those the things that attacked in the Battle of New York? The Cthulhu? The Chitauri? The Chipotle? I wonder if they eat space burritos…

There were a few people trying to sneak out of the destroyed coffee shop, watching the Chitauri fighting Black Widow and the Winter Soldier. You looked back behind you to see if it was clear, then hurriedly waved the people out of the building. “This way, come on!” you pointed towards the alley, hoping the courtyard would be safer than the streets.

As the people ran past you, you saw one of the Chitauri look your way, its attention drawn by all the noise or the movement. You weren’t entirely sure what kind of senses they had. Oh no, no, no you don’t. Before you put much thought to it, you darted back up the road, away from the people you’d just gotten out. Why you felt you deserved to be the distraction, you couldn’t tell.

You heard another explosion from behind, far enough away that you didn’t feel it thankfully. You scrambled through the debris in front of you, looking for the next safe spot. There, you thought, seeing the doors into the mathematics building. You’d made it a few yards when you felt a body slam into yours, knocking you to the ground. You tried to roll into the fall, but braced too much with your arm. You let out a yell as you felt your wrist jam and your shoulder take the brunt of the impact, and felt your head hit the ground right after. Ow, you thought as your vision blurred. Before you could push yourself up, something pulled you up by your shirt. You turned just enough to see the alien’s ugly face as it roared at you.

“Ugh, fuck! Brush your teeth or something, dude!” you grimaced as you tried to squirm out of its grip, kicking at its torso. The Chitauri warrior growled, then reached its other hand around your neck and lifted you up higher. You clawed at its scaly hand, trying to keep it from choking you.

Black dots started swirling in your vision. I have to get out…can’t breathe… The buzzing under your skin intensified, and you wondered briefly if that’s what it felt like when you didn’t get enough oxygen to your brain. You landed a good kick, hearing the creature grunt in pain just as you saw a metal arm wrap around its neck and twist. You heard a sickening crunch and felt your body drop to the ground when the alien’s grip loosened. You looked up at the Winter Soldier pulling a knife out of the alien’s back. He looked over at you, his blue-grey eyes piercing through you, then scanned behind you looking for danger. Jesus dude, way to make killing aliens look good, your addled brain thought. The buzzing feeling was starting to be hard to ignore, a loud hum in your head now, an insistence that you didn’t understand. I wonder if I have a concussion.

The Soldier stepped over the alien, his metal hand grabbing you under your uninjured shoulder and lifting you up. The buzzing stopped immediately. You barely gained your footing as he pulled you over to the side of the building.

“That way,” he nodded behind you and you glanced at where he was looking. “Go.”

You weren’t going to argue, really. But the buzzing was back, like a pull this time. As you turned back to thank him, you saw a Chitarui weapon swing toward him and you acted. All you could hear was that hum; something in your body screaming at you to protect him, to save him, to get him out of the way. You lurched forward and powered into the Soldier, tackling him around the middle, using your entire body strength to take him off balance and knock him back. Away from the laser, which had been aimed right between where the two of you had been standing. Safe, your body hummed.

The only reason you were able to knock him back was your unexpected move, but he must have quickly realized what you were doing. Mid fall, he twisted your bodies so that he would take the brunt of the falling debris as the explosion wracked the building you were next to. His eyes were as wide as yours as you both fell to the ground, and you could see the flecks of blue hidden within the grey. You could feel the heat of the fire on your skin, which felt like it was being sandblasted. You could feel his arms through his tac suit wrapped tightly around you, the clear difference between the flesh and the metal.

Safe, you thought again. You felt the wind knocked out of your body as your back made contact with the ground with the Soldier's full weight on top of you. You felt his breath on your face as he grunted through the debris impacts.

Your focus was immediately drawn to behind the Soldier’s head. He must have seen the horror on your face as chunks of the building rained down on you. He tried to wrap his metal arm around your head to protect you, but he could only do so much. A chunk of concrete grazed the side of your head and the world went black.

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#totheheartofit #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #fanfiction #ao3 #winter soldier #avengers #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #soulmates #soulmate au #Tony stark has a sister #tony stark #bucky fanfiction

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razorblade180 · 1 year ago

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Itto: I will be the number one beetle champion and show that overgrown lizard what’s what!

Aether:Yeah!!!

Kuki:You were supposed to be the reasonable one with me.

Aether:It could be fun! What could happen?

xxxxx

Itto:I’m gonna earn tuition and get a mechanical engineering degree.

Kuki:…..What?

Aether:It’s never a dull moment with you two. Godspeed Itto.

Paimon:If Paimon had a Sticky Honey Roast for every time someone unexpected ends up going to school, Paimon would have two.

Itto:Who’s the other?

xxxxxx

Nahida:Interesting paper, but you’re going to need more substantial evidence to back up your claim on the decline of Inazuma’s weapon smithing if you want to convince people.

Wanderer:….Now you know damn well why that’s impossible.

#genshin impact #arataki itto #kuki shinobu #gi aether #gi paimon #gi wanderer #gi nahida

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bluenerdtastemaker · 7 months ago

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"You’re So Beautiful"

Fem ! Yuki Tsunoda x Fem ! Pierre Gasly | F/F | One-Shot 1K

Yuki Tsunoda had always been the odd one out. At 150 centimetres, she barely reached people’s shoulders, and her full-sleeve tattoos and leather jackets made her stick out even more. Growing up in a conservative family in Japan, she had been the black sheep, the one who preferred working on engines and sketching out her own bike designs to practising the piano like her sisters.

Her parents didn’t understand her, but they didn’t try to stop her either. Yuki was determined to carve out her own space in the world. That determination brought her to a university abroad, where she studied mechanical engineering and joined the motorsport fan club, her sanctuary amid a sea of academics who didn’t know a carburetor from a crankshaft.

Life had been messy but manageable. She worked at a garage to pay for tuition, stuck to instant noodles to save money, and kept her head down. Relationships weren’t on her radar—she had never imagined she’d find someone who understood her quirks, let alone someone who would love her for them. That was, until she met Pierre.

Pierre Gasly wasn’t just out of her league; she was playing an entirely different sport. At 175 centimeters with perfectly styled hair and a wardrobe full of cardigans and skirts, Pierre was the princess of the university. Everyone knew her: senior, honors student, and the kind of woman who could walk into a room and turn heads without trying.

And yet, despite all that, Pierre had joined the motorsport fan club.

Yuki still remembered the first time she saw her. Pierre had been sitting in a corner, flipping through a rally racing magazine, looking utterly out of place. Yuki, being Yuki, had walked right up to her.

“I didn’t think princesses liked motorsport,” Yuki had teased, raising an eyebrow.

Pierre had looked up, her dimples flashing as she smiled. “I like beautiful things that go fast,” she’d said, her tone playful but with an edge that made Yuki’s cheeks flush.

Over the months that followed, Yuki and Pierre had grown closer. They were an unlikely pair: Pierre with her grace and elegance, and Yuki with her rough edges and grease-stained hands. But somehow, they just worked. Pierre saw past Yuki’s tattoos and blunt attitude, and Yuki saw the warmth and depth beneath Pierre’s polished exterior.

Meeting Pierre had been the best thing to ever happen to Yuki. And now, years later, as Yuki stood in the kitchen of their shared apartment, waiting for Pierre to finish her skincare routine, she couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky she was.

The apartment was small but cozy, filled with Pierre’s touch: soft blankets, potted plants, and an obscene number of throw pillows that Yuki had stopped complaining about. Yuki flipped through a car manual idly, but her mind kept drifting to Pierre.

“If you’d told me five years ago I’d end up living with the princess of the university, I’d have laughed in your face,” Yuki muttered to herself.

“What was that?” Pierre’s voice rang out from the bedroom, followed by the soft patter of her socked feet.

Yuki looked up to see Pierre walking into the kitchen, her hair tied back in a silk scarf. She was wearing one of Yuki’s oversized hoodies, the fabric swallowing her petite frame. The sight made Yuki’s heart ache in the best way.

“Nothing,” Yuki said, setting the manual aside. She stood and wrapped her arms around Pierre’s waist, pulling her close. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Pierre tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re lucky? I’m the one who has a badass girlfriend who can fix anything and makes amazing ramen.”

“And yet, you still refuse to eat instant noodles,” Yuki teased, pressing a kiss to Pierre’s forehead.

“Because I have standards,” Pierre replied, poking Yuki’s cheek.

Yuki grinned, her hands resting on Pierre’s hips. “Standards, huh? Then how did I manage to snag you?”

Pierre’s teasing expression softened, and she reached up to brush a strand of Yuki’s hair back. “Because you’re you,” she said simply. “And I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

Yuki’s breath hitched at the sincerity in Pierre’s voice. She leaned down, capturing Pierre’s lips in a kiss that was soft but insistent. Pierre responded immediately, her arms winding around Yuki’s neck as she pressed closer.

Yuki guided them toward the couch, her movements deliberate but gentle. When they finally collapsed onto the cushions, Yuki hovered over Pierre, her hands braced on either side of Pierre’s head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yuki murmured, her voice rough with emotion.

Pierre smiled up at her, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly swollen. “And you’re mine,” she whispered, pulling Yuki down for another kiss.

This one was deeper, more intense, as Pierre tugged at Yuki’s hoodie, her fingers tracing the tattoos that covered Yuki’s arms. Yuki let out a low hum, her lips trailing down Pierre’s jaw to her neck, where she left a series of soft kisses.

Pierre sighed, her nails lightly scratching the back of Yuki’s neck. “You’re so good to me,” she murmured, her voice breathy.

“You deserve it,” Yuki replied, her hands slipping under Pierre’s hoodie to rest on her waist. “You deserve everything.”

The rest of the world faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their love expressed in every kiss, every touch, and every whispered promise.

For Yuki, life had always been about finding her own path. But with Pierre by her side, she knew she’d finally found her home.

#genderbend #gender bender #pierre x yuki #yukierre #pierre gasly #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #yukierre fic #yuki tsunoda fic #pierre gasly fic #yuri #save me yuri #oneshot

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that1inkblotch · 7 months ago

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Okok I mayhaps be going crazy but uhhh college AU slime rancher anyone?

Beatrix would major in wildlife biology I think, she seems like the type. First or second year student, scored a sports scholarship. I’m thinking either rugby, soccer, or track and field (specifically shotput and discuss + some long distance runs)

Viktor majors in Mechanical Engineering with a minor in marine biology (he works with slimes and has an underwater lab + builds gadgets and stuff but I think the creating comes first so engineering). I think second year student, def on academic scholarship

Mochi is a business major with a minor in engineering, both because that’s what her dad wants her to do. Feels like she can’t do what she actually wants because her dad is paying for her tuition. She took a wildlife biology class as a small act of rebellion, actually lowkey enjoys it. First year student.

Ogden is a culinary student, probably third or fourth year. He was a CEO like in the game, but left the business to go learn how to make REAL food. He plans on opening a restaurant after graduating, and volunteers at soup kitchens near the college

Thora is one of the professors in the Wildlife Biology program, focuses more on the plants.

Hobson is also one of the Wildlife Biology professors, focuses more on the animals.

bOb is Bea’s weirdly sentient cat she snuck into the dorms. He has those talking buttons and almost exclusively uses the one asking for chicken

May or may not write it, I’ve taken exactly two college classes so idk if I have the experience to write it but. Yeah. Slime rancher college au

#slime rancher #slime rancher au #slime rancher college au #beatrix lebeau #viktor humphries #mochi miles #ogden ortiz #thora west #hobson twilligers

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chr0macide · 1 year ago

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guess what fellas. I finished the oc. finally.

Magdalena Mercer

Or Lena for short. But she gets mildly annoyed when people call her that, especially if she doesn't know them.

She has a tragedy mask instead of a comedy mask. I headcanon that the people who had always worked for Mary had roses on their masks and the ones who originally worked for Larry had theirs blank, so Magdalena has roses on hers.

Pretty short, about 5 feet tall. Her bad posture makes her look even shorter.

Constant thousand-yard stare. She emotes only when the emotion is strong enough (i.e. not often, kinda dead inside), and there would be an immediate jarring change in her facial expression.

Hair covers left side of her face. Definitely not just because I don't want to draw the roses all the time 🤫 but I drew her headshots without that so you can see what her entire face looks like.

Left eye doesn't open all the way. The eye is fine, just the eyelid doesn't work properly

Sallow skin, bloodshot eyes, skinny to the point of looking unhealthy, always shivering for a reason that I am gonna explain

She would be in her 20s as of the first Break In game. She went to Purge University, but not at the same time as the Scarys of course because she would've been too young

Ok now for her backstory

Magdalena was a student at Purge University who double majored in mechanical engineering and biotechnology. She made no friends because she actively distanced herself from everyone. She was destitute, so she took out a loan from the mafia to pay tuition as no banks in the city were willing to lend her the amount she needed. She was ultimately unable to repay the money soon enough and ended up working for the mafia to pay it off. It's possible that they sabotaged her career to ensure such an outcome.

Anyhow. Mary was the one in charge of her, and Magdalena was highly skilled in the engineering field, so she eventually became one of Mary's chief assistants. As such, they worked together closely, but the relationship was extremely businesslike since Magdalena wasn't much more than an indentured servant. If you asked one of them about the other, they'd say they know each other but neither of them would have claimed they were friends. As for her fellow mafiosos, she was on neutral terms with most of them. Some of them might have liked to antagonize her or kick her around since her demeanor is utterly pathetic, but Magdalena is the highly observant type and knew when some bullshit was about to go down. She would always just leave the area when it was about to start. One person who she was on relatively good terms with was the Brute Villain (who I gave the fanon name Markus so I don't have to keep typing out Brute Villain. And I'm gonna act like he survived Break In 2 since he doesn't fall into literal pieces like the other minions when you defeat them). Markus hated being annoyed, so he preferred her company because she was quiet and unobtrusive. The number of times she talked to him without being spoken to first could probably be counted on one hand, but Magdalena liked to hang around Markus because other mobsters were much less likely to start shit when he was there. Mutually beneficial relationship. Plus, neither of them liked Mary that much. Markus worked for Larry before he was defeated and he was a little bit iffy about the new boss.

Magdalena was one of the personnel involved in Mary's experiments on Larry. For the record, Magdalena never liked working for the mafia, and she liked it even less whenever Mary assigned her to work on one of her experiments (which was all the fucking time). Not that Larry would give a shit about that if he ever got his hands on Magdalena. And she dresses like she raided Spirit Halloween's steampunk isle during the last purge, so he would definitely recognize her if he ever ran into her post-Break In 2. Anyway. When the players defeated the final boss at the end of Break In 2, Magdalena and Markus took advantage of the chaos to escape the base. Markus thought he might be able to ally with his old boss. Magdalena wanted to break away from the mafia entirely, but she didn't tell him that. However, Magdalena ran away when they were cut off by a group of Mary's loyalists, and Markus followed her into a storage room where some wind-up key prototypes were being kept, kind of like the small ones that Larry kept in his mansion (I remember they exist because of one of junkzinterlude’s posts lol). These ones hadn't been tested before--at least not on humans--but Magdalena urged Markus to use one on her anyway as she was worried about getting killed by the other mobsters that were after them, so he did. He did not want a key used on himself, and she didn't ask him if he did either.

They both confronted the other mobsters, but Markus knew Magdalena was useless in a fight and was also skeptical about how strong an effect the key was going to have on her, so he told her to flee the base without him. Joke was on him though since she was about to do that anyway lol bye Markus. She didn't see what happened to him, but I will tell you he fucked those mobsters up and escaped the base as well. He and Magdalena haven't managed to reunite, though (at least not yet).

Magdalena hid in the woods surrounding the base, and now she had a suspicious untested key in her back. Well, turns out this particular type of key functioned more like a parasite. Either that or she just didn't have the physical toughness to handle the effects. She was always frail and kind of sickly. The strength boost only lasted about a day, and after that she was even feebler than before. That's why she looks like such shit underneath her mask.

So. Magdalena is weak and alone in the woods. Next purge is in eight days. She has her crowbar, toolbox and nothing else. How does she survive? Well. She avoids confrontation whenever she can, but I told you she was highly skilled when it comes to engineering and I meant what I said. When expecting to be attacked soon, she shows up at an abandoned factory. Any machine factory would do. Where does she find them? I don't fucking know, they just spawn in near her whenever the narrative demands it I guess. She held more than a few engineering jobs before she got sucked into the mob. She probably knows where the factories are. Anyway. Magdalena has enough expertise to refit one of the assembly lines to produce small robots out of scrap metal and whatever else is lying around in the warehouse. They're not hi-tech killing machines or anything like that, but they are enough to cause problems for anyone trying to reach her. They'd come at you in groups, maybe swarms if that type of bot is small enough. They would have a fair shot at killing anyone who wasn't prepared for them, and if they were prepared then they'd still likely buy Magdalena enough time to escape from her would-be attackers.

And now we have reached the present day, backstory over 👍

Yeah I made the 1324874th Break In OC with a wind-up key, I know I'm so original lmao. Magdalena's is silver instead of gold and has a little rust on it. It's also smaller than the ones on the Scarys.

About her personality and other stuff:

Magdalena has a polite enough disposition, but in a vaguely unsettling way. Her "vibes are off" so to speak. Most people who talk to her for a bit will be able to tell her cordiality is fake. If you speak to her for long enough she will gradually drop the fake shit and become snippy, or outright verbally belligerent if you're some random colleague of hers who is refusing to leave her alone.

Primary personality trait is bitter. Bitter about being born into poverty. Bitter about having to attend Purge University because she had no better options. Bitter about not being able to hold a job. Bitter about being forced to work for Mary. Bitter about the parasite stuck to her back. You could probably taste the bitterness on your tongue if you spent enough time around her. She holds long grudges but is generally too cowardly to be vengeful, so she tends to just marinate in even more bitterness.

Post-Break In 2, she doesn't really mind the presence of other mafiosos but will avoid the bosses at all costs, Larry for obvious reasons and Mary (plus the others) because she doesn't want to be roped back into the mob.

Very cowardly. Unwilling to stand up to her superiors. Will run from a fight whenever possible. And she runs fast as fuck when her life is in danger, that's her one and only physical advantage. So evasive that she would be gone if you looked away from her for a second, as if she teleported or some shit.

Very disinclined towards violence. During the purge, Magdalena steals a bunch of shit instead of killing. This stems partially from her cowardice plus her unwillingness to hurt people without a good enough reason, but also the fact that she is hopeless in melee combat. Mary never sent her to fight for this reason. She is fairly good with a gun (one-handed, the recoil from anything two-handed would probably knock her on her ass) but she was not allowed to have one back in the base, and she still doesn't have one.

She blinks way less than usual. Like maybe a couple times each minute. That's part of the reason why her eyes are always bloodshot. Speaking of her eyes, her left eye is like that because her wind-up key's roots burrowed into her slightly incorrectly (again, janky untested key model that maybe wasn't even meant to be used on humans) and fucked up her nervous system a little bit. Nothing too important was damaged but yeah that's why her eyelid is weird.

Here is Magdalena's toolbox. She keeps her tools in it (obviously) and maybe some spare parts and scrap metal. Also one of her little mechanical weirdos. This one could fit in your palm and she had a handful of these even when she still worked in the base. They would carry stuff to her sometimes (all of them would have to help drag the object since they're small). When they weren't doing that, they'd be crawling all over her, which some of her coworkers thought was creepy, especially the ones that happened to be entomophobiacs, lol.

Here have the first pic I drew of Magdalena. Actually I think the headshots might have been finished before this. But I definitely started this one first. Idk. Who cares. Started making this post on the 11th and now it’s the 21st that's 10 DAYS bruh. Why did I put so much effort into an OC that I might never even use for anything lol this is dumb. too lazy to check this post for typos. I'm going the fuck to sleep now lmao gn.

#roblox break in #break in roblox #roblox #break in 2 #scary larry #yeah i'm tagging him because the first pic has larry in it fuck u #break in oc #me when I make my oc completely insufferable instead of likable

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brucenorris007 · 1 year ago

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Tails, in his late thirties and early forties, is approached by several people asking if they can use his name for a school of engineering.

Being about as disinterested in fame as his late older brother, Tails' offhand way of saying no without saying no is:

"Make tuition free and I'll lecture there."

The one wrinkle in this bluff is that eventually, someone appears who calls it.

Three years later, Tails gets a call, an email and a home visit to make sure he knows that the Miles Prower School of Engineering, offering electrical, mechanical and chemical tracks for students to pursue, has opened and is accepting enrollments.

Tails, having been woken up to receive this news, can only mutter to himself:

"Well, shit."

#Miles Tails Prower #Sonic the Hedgehog #Functionally Immortal Crew #this is canon btw #to my AU

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xsherewrytesx · 1 year ago

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↳ Toji Fushiguro x f! black reader

summary. You and Toji were broken up for 8 months+. Your constant pressure for him to improve led to frequent fights, driving him to spend more time at the mechanic shop and racing than with you. Despite knowing you meant well, the strain became too much, and Toji eventually ended the relationship.

genre: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, explicit smut, street racer au

fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Prequel

In the early days, before everything unraveled, before the weight of expectations and dreams became too heavy to bear, there was a time when your and Toji's relationship burned bright with hope and passion.

You were deep into your architecture studies at SCAD university, your days filled with drafting tables and design critiques. Toji, on the other hand, lived a more unconventional life. He worked at a mechanic shop during the day, fixing cars with a skill that hinted at years of hands-on experience. But it was the nights and weekends that defined him—a street racer, known for his daring maneuvers and his loyalty to his crew.

Their worlds collided one night at a local hangout spot, where street racers gathered like modern-day gladiators ready to battle it out on the asphalt. Toji's presence was magnetic, his confidence matched only by the roar of his engine. You were drawn to his intensity, the way he seemed to defy the rules both on and off the track.

Their first date was unconventional, to say the least. Toji took you for a ride in his prized Eleanor Mustang, pushing the car to its limits under the cover of night. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of speed—it was intoxicating, a glimpse into Toji's world that you couldn't resist.

As their relationship blossomed, you saw potential in Toji beyond the mechanic shop and the late-night races. You believed in him fiercely, pushing him to dream bigger. It was you who planted the seed of owning his own shop, a place where he could showcase his talents and build something lasting.

Toji was hesitant at first, wary of your relentless optimism. "You think I don't want it hard enough?" he would argue, his voice tinged with frustration. "I take my time to learn things right, not rush into something half-assed like you want."

Their arguments became a cycle—a dance of passion and frustration, love and misunderstanding. You both made up after each fight, drawn back together by their shared fire, only to fall into another argument soon after.

The highs of victory at the races were often followed by the lows of heated debates over dinner, their friends, Sukuna, Geto, and Gojo, bearing witness to their volatile love affair.

One night, after Toji lost a crucial race, your disappointment turned to biting criticism. "You were too slow off the line," you snapped, your words a slap in the face. Toji, already raw from the defeat, snapped back with equal force. "I don't need this from you, Y/n! You think you know everything, but you don't understand what it takes!"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes," You sure act like you don't have what it takes." Toji's eyes widen incredulously at your words. He felt his heart crack for the first time since you guys started arguing almost daily.

Toji voice was raised,

"So, this is how you see me huh, just some bum mechanic. I hold my own. I pay my share and more. I do everything I can and more for you, for us. You want L.V, Bottega Veneta, anything you got that plus more. Trips to see your family back home. Tuition fees I help you pay that AND ONE FUCKING NIGHT IM OFF MY GAME AND THATS WHAT I GET Y/N. FORREAL"

Their friends watched in silence as the argument escalated, the air thick with tension and unspoken truths. Sukuna, usually the voice of reason, exchanged a worried glance with Geto and Gojo.

They had seen this before but not to this extent—the clash of two strong-willed souls who loved fiercely but couldn't find common ground.

Toji walked off leaving you with his friends. He walked over to his cousins Maki and Mai who were hanging with Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi, his younger brother.

Megumi sensing his older brother's tension offered him a beer and a quick smoke. Toji took the beer and the joint leaning against Megumi's custom built 2000 Mazda rx7 series 8 in orange.

Megumi stood next to Toji analyzing him before asking. "Wanna talk about it bro. We all saw the commotion from over here. The music was too loud for us to hear but we know it was bad."

Toji sighed not wanting to talk, just think. "Just the usual these days honestly but I'm good man......For the most part." Megumi studied his older brother's face for a moment. He's never seen Toji look so stressed out before. He's usually a bit more carefree and relaxed. Yuuji strode over to offer Megumi another drink and glanced at Toji, who was deep in thought. "Is y/n trippin on him again?" Yuuji inquired, to which Megumi nodded in confirmation.

"Why doesn't he just...idk take a break or end things. They went from the it couple of the meet ups to that old miserable couple who hate each other but stay together for the kids and mortgage." Toji laughed at Yuuji's analogy of his and your relationship.

As the night wore on, Toji retreated into brooding silence, nursing his wounded pride. you, to hurt to stay, stormed off into the night, leaving behind a trail of regrets and unresolved emotions.

The weeks following that pivotal night were filled with tension and distance for you and Toji. What was once a vibrant relationship had deteriorated into a fragile shell of its former self. Intimacy had become a distant memory—

No more shared moments of passion, no lazy mornings in each other's embrace, no whispered promises. Instead, your interactions were marked by tense exchanges and the heavy weight of unspoken issues weighing on you and Toji's mind.

Toji sought solace in the familiar clang of tools and the smell of motor oil at the mechanic shop. It became his sanctuary, a place to bury himself in work, tuning up cars before and after races, avoiding the suffocating atmosphere of his once-shared apartment.

His boss and uncle, Naobito, initially tried to send Toji home at reasonable hours. But seeing the turmoil in his young mechanic, he relented, letting Toji work as long as he needed to find peace in the roaring engines and the adrenaline-fueled world of street racing.

Days stretched into weeks, and Toji's absence from home became the new normal. He spent his evenings at Geto's or Sukuna's place, smoking, chilling and talking about life and racing. He liked being around them. They understood the allure of the fast life and how the life is, especially for him.

When Toji finally returned home, it was almost three weeks since he had last stepped foot in the apartment. Exhausted, he unlocked the door, hoping for a moment of peace, but you were waiting for him, your eyes blazing with anger.

The sight of Toji, worn and distant, triggered a burst of accusations and pent-up frustrations. “Where the hell you been, Toji? Do you even care anymore?” Your voice cracked with anger and hurt.

Toji just sighed not wanting to argue with you as soon as he got through the door. He opted for silence, but you pushed on again

“Toji, where the hell have you been?” you demanded again, your voice sharp. “You think you can just disappear for weeks and not tell me where you are?”

Toji, weary from weeks of turmoil and external pressure, finally snapped. “You think I don’t care? You think this is easy for me? Plus, I’ve been working, racing. I needed some space."

His words were sharp, each syllable laced with bitterness and exhaustion. He was trying not to unleash everything that had been brewing inside him for weeks.

“Man, miss me with that,” you fired back, tears streaming down your face. “You been out here actin’ like I don’t exist. You think I’m stupid? You out there wit’ somebody else? and what's this bullshit about Space...SPACE! You needed space, so you just leave me here, not knowing if you’re dead or alive? You didn’t even call!”

Toji’s eyes flashed with frustration. “I ain’t been with nobody else! I’ve been at the shop, tryin’ to get my mind right. But you always jumpin’ to conclusions. I didn't wanna fight with you almost every night after a day at the shop. I just needed to clear my head."

“You expect me to believe that? You ain’t been home in weeks, Toji! Weeks! and you talking shit about clearing your head” you shouted, your voice rising with every word.

“Clear your head?” you echoed again, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “You mean avoid your responsibilities. Avoid me. Toji, this isn’t working,” you said, your voice breaking. “You’ve been gone for weeks, and you didn’t even think to call me. What am I supposed to think?”

“I needed space! You don’t get it, do you? Every time I come home, it’s like walkin’ into a battlefield. I can’t breathe here! You think I was out there having fun? I was working my ass off, trying to keep my head above water! And you? You didn’t check on me either! You didn’t care if I was alive or dead!”

Toji yelled back, his frustration boiling over.

“That’s not fair, Toji! You shut me out!” you shouted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “You didn’t give me a chance! You needed space? So you just leave? Just like that? What about us? What about our plans, our dreams?” you cried, desperation seeping into your voice.

“Toji, I’m tired of this!” you yelled, your frustration boiling over. “You never take anything seriously! Not our relationship, not your future. You just coast by, doing the bare minimum.”

Toji scoffed, “That's bull shit and you know it I've been busting my ass trying to make something of myself. All you do is nag and push and talk and push and fucking frustrate me and the fuck you mean by plans? dreams? You mean your plans, your dreams. You never asked what I wanted. You just assumed. You pushed and pushed until there was nothing left of me but your expectations.”

“Nah, that’s bullshit!” you cried. “I was tryin’ to make you see your worth. You got talent, Toji. You could be somethin’ big, but you stuck in that damn garage like you scared of success! Why can’t you see that I just want what’s best for you?"

“You don’t get it!” Toji roared back, his face contorted with pain and anger. “I love working on cars. I love racing. It ain’t about throwin’ away potential. It’s about doin’ what makes me happy. But you... you always want more. Nothing is ever enough for you NOTHING I DO OR TRY IS ENOUGH!”

“So it’s wrong to want the best for you? For us?” you countered, desperation creeping into your voice. “We had dreams, Toji. Big dreams. What happened to those?”

“They turned into your dreams, not mine,” Toji shot back. “You never asked what I wanted. You just assumed. You pushed and pushed until there was nothing left of me but your expectations.”

“You think I’m just naggin’ you? You think I don’t want you to be happy? I just wanted us to be happy. To build somethin’ real,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Toji’s voice, when he spoke again, was cold and detached. “I can’t do this anymore,” he declared.

“I’m done, Y/n,” Toji said, his voice cold. “I’m done fighting. I’m done trying to be someone I’m not for you.”

Toji stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he pulled out his phone and dialed Sukuna’s number.

“Yo, Sukuna. I need your help. Can you come over and help me move my stuff?”

Your shock turned to disbelief, then to a desperate plea. “Toji, please, don’t do this. We can work through this, I promise.”

Toji paused, his gaze hardening. “Nah, it’s too late for promises,” he said flatly, his eyes devoid of emotion.

“Sukuna,” Toji said into the phone, “I need you to come over. Help me move out.”

Sukuna’s voice came through the phone, confused and concerned. “What’s going on, man? You sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Toji replied, glancing at you. “I need to get out of here.”

As he hung up, you continued to shout at him, your voice desperate and raw. “You can’t just leave, Toji! You can’t just walk out on us!”

Toji ignored your pleas, moving through the apartment with a sense of finality. He packed his belongings swiftly, each item a silent testament to your shattered dreams.

Pulling out a wad of cash, he dropped it on the table. “Cover my share of the expenses. It's about 15k”

Overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions—anger, sadness, betrayal—you snatched the money and flung it at Toji hitting him in the back. “I don’t want your damn money!” Your voice cracked with emotion, your heart breaking with each passing moment.

Toji picked up the cash calmly, placing it on a side table without a second glance. He took off his apartment keys, dropping them next to the money. “Use it or not, I don’t care anymore.” His voice was hollow, his gaze distant as he turned away.

“You runnin’ away again, Toji! Just like you always do when things get tough!” you shouted, anger and pain mixing into a volatile cocktail.

Toji froze, his back to you. Slowly, he turned around, his expression hardened by years of unresolved conflict. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when it’s not. I’m tired, Y/n. I’m tired of fighting, of trying to live up to your expectations. I need space to figure things out.” Toji said dejected rubbing his temples.

Just as the tension reached its peak, there was a knock at the door. Sukuna entered; his usual smirk replaced with a look of concern. “Yo, you really doin’ this, Toji?”

Toji nodded, his resolve unwavering. “Yeah, I’m done. Just need to be out of here.”

You followed them through the house, your pleas growing more desperate. “Toji, please! Don’t do this. We can fix this; I know we can!”

Sukuna glanced at Toji, his brow furrowed. “You sure about this, man? You wanna throw all this away?”

Toji’s frustration boiled over, and he snapped at Sukuna. “I said, I’m sure! Just help me pack and let’s get out of here!”

Sukuna nodded, silently helping Toji gather his things. You trailed behind, tears streaming down your face, your heart breaking with each passing moment.

“Toji, you can’t just walk away. What about all the good times? What about us?” you begged, your voice cracking.

Toji paused, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. But I can’t keep doing this. I need to breathe. I need to be me, without all this pressure.”

You watched helplessly as Toji packed his belongings, his movements mechanical and distant. In a desperate attempt to stop him, you grabbed at his clothes, trying to yank them out of his hands. “Toji, don’t go. Don’t leave me like this.”

Toji, startled by your physical resistance, tugged his clothes back with a firm grip. “Let go, Y/n. This ain’t gonna change nothin’.”

“Stop it, Toji! Just stop!” you screamed, your voice filled with a mix of rage and desperation. “You can’t do this to us!”

The tussle escalated, both of you pulling at his belongings until Toji managed to wrench them from your grasp. “Enough!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the apartment.

Breathing heavily, you looked at him with tear-filled eyes, your voice a trembling whisper. “I hate you, Toji. I wish I never met you.”

Toji froze, his eyes widen at your words, his expression one of shock and pain. He stared at you; his voice dangerously quiet. “Say that again.”

“I said I hate you! I wish I never met you!” you repeated, each word cutting through the air like a knife.

Toji’s face hardened, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders. Slowly, he reached for the double Cuban link bracelets on his wrists, removing them one by one. He placed them gently on the coffee table, followed by the matching ring and the promise ring you both exchanged on Valentine’s Day last year.

He looked at you one last time, his voice filled with a cold finality. “I hope you’re happy now. Goodbye, Y/n."

With those words, Toji turned away, grabbing his packed bags and walking out the door without a backward glance. Sukuna lingered for a moment, casting a sympathetic look your way before following Toji out of the apartment.

Alone in the silence that followed, you collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down your face. The apartment felt emptier than it ever had before, the air thick with the weight of shattered dreams and unresolved emotions.

Weeks turned into months, and the ache in your heart slowly dulled to a persistent throb. Toji’s absence became a void you learned to live with, the memories of happier times a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

You threw yourself into your studies, burying your pain in the relentless pursuit of your dreams. Architecture became your sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself in the creative process, if only temporarily.

Occasionally, you caught glimpses of Toji’s life through mutual friends or social media—snapshots of him at races, laughing with Sukuna and Geto, the tattooed sleeves on his arms a stark reminder of how much had changed.

Sometimes you'd even attend street races, it's been apart of your routine for so long. It was hard to stop.

And yet, despite the passage of time, a part of you couldn’t let go. The memories of Toji—

𝕆𝕟𝕖, 𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥

You hadn't planned on driving through this part of town. Memories lurked here, painful and poignant, like ghosts whispering from every corner. Your hands tightened on the steering wheel as you navigated familiar streets, the echoes of old arguments and broken promises haunting your thoughts.

The engine of your car hummed steadily, a contrast to the erratic beat of your heart. The shop came into view, its neon sign with the words Zenin Auto's flickering even in the bright midday sun.

As you approached, the sound of an all-too-familiar song filled the air, blending with the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber. "Same Old Song" by The Weeknd. Ironic, really.

You saw him before he saw you. Toji was at the center of the garage, his presence commanding, even now. His back was turned, engrossed in conversation with Sukuna near the open hood of a sleek, black Dodge Hellcat.

Sukuna, his lean frame leaning casually against the car, glanced up and caught your eye with a grimace, his cigarette dangling from his lips as usual. He nudged Toji, and Toji turned slowly, a spark of recognition igniting in his eyes.

Toji looked different yet the same. His muscles seemed more defined, his sleeves of his jumpsuit tied around his waist to reveal new tattoos that snaked up his arms like wild vines. A silver lip ring gleamed on the opposite side of his lip scar, a bold addition to his rugged appearance.

His hair, always a bit tousled, now fell just a touch longer, framing his face in a way that made your heart ache with nostalgia. He wore his usual navy-blue jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, paired with black Timberland work boots and a black fitted vest.

You felt frozen, caught between the urge to turn away and the magnetic pull of unfinished business. Your car idling in front the shop. Memories flooded back, unbidden. Late nights spent waiting for him to come home, the scent of motor oil clinging to his clothes.

The fierce arguments, the passionate reconciliations, and the relentless push from you for him to strive for more. You had meant well, always. But sometimes, love alone couldn't bridge the gap between two people heading in different directions.

Toji's gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable at first. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as though time had stood still. Then, a flicker of something crossed his face—was it surprise, regret, or resignation?

He scoffed lightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he lifted a joint to his mouth and lit it with practiced ease. The flame briefly illuminated the scar on his lip, a mark you used to trace with your fingers in quieter times.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Toji thought, the anger he had buried resurfacing. "After all this time, she just shows up. For what?"

The sight of you, unchanged yet somehow different, tugged at memories he had tried to bury beneath the noise of the racing engines and the smoke of his joint.

He remembered the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, the softness of your touch that could soothe even his fiercest temper. But alongside those memories, there was also the weight of unresolved issues, the fear of falling back into old patterns that had left you both scarred.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind. "Why does he have to look so good?" you wondered, struggling to maintain your composure. "Does he even care that I'm here? Does he even miss me?"

In that charged silence, you found yourself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.

The lyrics of the song playing in the background seemed to mock you both.

And now I'm poppin', yeah Ain't nobody showed me how I made it big poppin', yeah Tell me how you like me now I swear I loved you, girl,

a bitter reminder of the love you had once shared and the pain that had torn you apart.

Toji wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension that crackled between you. But pride and stubbornness held his words captive, leaving only the smoke of his joint to fill the silence.

"She really had the nerve to come here," Toji thought, his jaw tightening. "Ain't no way I'm letting her see me sweat."

In that suspended moment, neither of you moved. You could feel Sukuna's eyes on you, a silent observer to the reunion that neither of you had expected.

Toji's jaw tightened imperceptibly as he pushed a hand through his hair, breaking eye contact and turning away with a dismissive gesture. The casualness of the gesture masked the turmoil beneath the surface, a storm of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf you both.

"I should just leave," you thought, the weight of the past too heavy to bear. But before you could gather your thoughts, Toji turned his back completely, disappearing deeper into the shadows of the garage. Sukuna's lingering gaze followed you as you stood there, grappling with the weight of unfinished conversations and unresolved feelings.

"Toji really gonna let her presence fuck his head up like this?" Sukuna thought, watching Toji retreat.

The decision was made in a heartbeat. With a deep breath, you turned the wheel sharply, the tires squealing in protest as you sped away from the shop and the ghosts of the past that lingered there.

As the distance between you and Toji grew, you fought to steady your trembling hands and quiet the storm of emotions raging within.

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Alright I'm aimed at the whiteboard of an unrelated lecture hall the way I'm about to be projecting

Warriors: bitches about how much he hates chemistry. Is a chem major. This surprises people and then he gets to senior level classes and is like "oh I learned how to make meth four different ways and also how to make a pipe bomb" and it makes sense bc forensic science. Alternative to him being a cop cause acab

Wild and Wild started political major then switched to rec management and worked there as a park ranger/trip guide. Then he got a phd in some very niche history specialization bc Flora informed enough for him to basically test out of an entire other undergrad degree.

Hyrule: also switched to rec management from nursing. Theydo their assignments together and those are things like: go camping, catch bugs. Wild works at the university climbing wall, and Hyrule works in the first aid tent at uni events

Legend: undecided for a while, fashion major, switched to political science but was way too far into fashion to NOT have that be his minor. When he switched, Wild gave Leg his notes. They were not helpful.

Sky: didn't go to uni bc he went to flight school. Paying the same as their tuition for lessons, but he's got a guaranteed job and fucking excellent pay lined up.

Time: got an associates in art at a community college, met Malon, and then decided to live his best stardew valley life and we love that for him.

Wind: hear me out: scuba diver/submarine operator investigating shipwrecks. This I feel is trade school more than university but college isn't needed for every field. He'd work at ocean gate for like 2 days before seeing their shady business practices and even sharper and moping the fuck out.

Twilight: went to a trade school to be a mechanic as his day job and the reason barrel racing isn't an Olympic sport is bc there's no point when Twi will win until the day he or Epona dies

Four: so many majors he cant keep track of his sophomore year his advisor got fed up and made him pick four. Literature and criminal justice became minors, music and engineering are majors.

OOOOOOOOH I REALLY LIKE ALL OF THESE

Wars: I LIKE THIS, THATS VERY COOL. i have a lot of thoughts about potential majors for him because there’s literally just so much to do with him, depending on the au i’ve made him a political science/history major with the intent to become a lawyer, i’ve made him an engineer (for a big hero six au), fashion, and a dance major. I like the chem to forensic science thing thats VERY cool :)

Wild: PERFECT NO NOTES.

Hyrule: PERFECT. NO NOTES. whatever he ends up doing it involves being outside and exploring or discovering things >:)

Legend: I HAVE HIM AS A POLITICAL SCIENCE MAJOR IN MOST MODERN AUS TOO (except the big hero 6 one because, like wars, he’s an engineer)

Sky: PERFECT. I LOVE IT

Time: HIS BEST STARDEW VALLEY LIFE ALSKDKKS YES

Wind: I LOVE IT. ive had him interested in marine biology before :)

Twilight: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YES

Four: he’s definitely any advisors worst nightmare alskdkdslkskd

#jes ask

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demonsfate · 11 months ago

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OKAY SO I FOUND THE LIL SNIPPET FROM A STRATEGY GUIDE THAT SAYS JIN STUDIED MECHANICAL ENGINEERING IN SCHOOL - WHICH HARADA CONFIRMED AS CANON AND ?????

OVERDUE TUITION FEES?

JIN HAS STUDENT DEBT?

HEIHACHI COULDN'T EVEN PAY FOR HIS GRANDSON'S ENROLLMENT/CLASSES???

IT WAS HEIHACHI'S SCHOOL

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#// LIKE I KINDA FIGURED THE WHOLE REASON JIN EVEN WENT THERE WAS JUST 'COS HEIHACHI LET HIM ... BUT ... WHAT ???#// THIS IS OS FUNNY TO ME #// I'M MAKING IT CANON ON THIS BLOG #// AND NO - ABADDON DID *NOT* PAY IT OFF DURING THE TIME HE HAD THE ZAIBATSU #// BC WHY WOULD HE -#// LEE PLEASE COME AND GET YOUR NEPHEW OUT OF DEBT HSDFHASHAHSHASHDFHASHAHHAA

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Best Courses to Study in Australia for Indian Students with High ROI.

Why Australia is a Top Study Abroad Destination in 2025

Australia continues to rank among the top destinations for Indian students seeking world-class education, global career opportunities, and a multicultural lifestyle. With over 100,000 Indian students currently studying in Australia, the trend is fueled by high employability, quality institutions, and welcoming immigration policies. This blog provides a complete study guide in Australia for Indian students, focusing on the top courses offering the highest return on investment (ROI) in 2025.

Top Reasons to Study in Australia for Indian Students

Globally ranked universities like the University of Melbourne, ANU, and UNSW

Post-study work visas for up to 4 years

Pathways to Permanent Residency (PR)

Industry-relevant, skill-based courses

High graduate employability

Scholarships and financial support for Indian students

High ROI Courses for Indian Students in Australia

1. Information Technology and Computer Science

Why It’s Worth It:

Booming tech industry in cities like Sydney and Melbourne

Strong demand for software developers, AI specialists, and cybersecurity analysts

Excellent PR pathways via the Skilled Occupation List (SOL)

Career Opportunities:

Software Developer

Cloud Engineer

Cybersecurity Analyst

Average Salary: AUD 70,000 – 120,000

2. Engineering (Civil, Mechanical, Electrical, Mining)

Why It’s Worth It:

High demand for engineers in infrastructure, renewable energy, and mining

PR-friendly occupations

Hands-on, accredited programs (Engineers Australia recognition)

Career Paths:

Civil Engineer

Structural Engineer

Renewable Energy Consultant

Average Salary: AUD 75,000 – 130,000

3. Health Sciences & Nursing

Why It’s Worth It:

Acute shortage of skilled healthcare workers

Strong employment growth projected until 2030

Offers direct PR routes for nursing graduates

Career Opportunities:

Registered Nurse

Public Health Officer

Physiotherapist

Average Salary: AUD 65,000 – 110,000

4. Business Analytics and Data Science

Why It’s Worth It:

High demand across sectors (banking, retail, healthcare)

Versatile career paths with global appeal

STEM classification supports extended post-study work visa

Career Options:

Data Analyst

Business Intelligence Consultant

Data Scientist

Average Salary: AUD 85,000 – 130,000

5. Accounting and Finance

Why It’s Worth It:

Consistent job demand across Australia

Accredited courses (CPA Australia, CA ANZ)

Opens doors to roles in multinational firms

Career Opportunities:

Chartered Accountant

Financial Analyst

Auditor

Average Salary: AUD 70,000 – 115,000

6. Education and Teaching

Why It’s Worth It:

Australia’s school system seeks qualified teachers, especially in regional areas

Included in the Medium and Long-term Strategic Skills List (MLTSSL)

Roles After Graduation:

Primary School Teacher

Early Childhood Educator

Secondary School Teacher

Average Salary: AUD 65,000 – 100,000

7. Architecture and Construction Management

Why It’s Worth It:

Australia’s urban expansion and infrastructure projects

Recognized qualifications with global applicability

Popular Careers:

Architect

Project Manager

Construction Estimator

Average Salary: AUD 70,000 – 120,000

Cost of Education in Australia (2025)

Course Type

Average Annual Tuition (AUD)

UG Courses

20,000 – 45,000

PG Courses

22,000 – 50,000

MBA

40,000 – 80,000

Scholarships Available for Indian Students

Australia Awards Scholarships – Fully funded by the Australian government

Destination Australia Scholarships – Regional study scholarships worth AUD 15,000

University-Specific Grants – E.g., Monash International Merit Scholarship, University of Sydney International Scholarships

Post-Study Work Rights and PR Pathways

Australia allows international students to work up to 20 hours per week during semesters and full-time during breaks. Graduates can apply for a Temporary Graduate visa (subclass 485), offering work rights for 2–4 years depending on qualification and location.

PR Pathways via:

General Skilled Migration (GSM)

Employer-Sponsored Visas

Regional Migration Programs

How Eduvisor Can Help You Study in Australia

Navigating the Australian education system, choosing the right course, and applying for visas can be overwhelming. That’s where Eduvisor, a trusted study abroad consultant in India, steps in. Eduvisor offers personalized counseling, university shortlisting, scholarship assistance, SOP writing, and complete visa support — tailored for Indian students planning to study in Australia.

Final Thoughts

Choosing a high-ROI course in Australia is more than just picking a subject — it’s about aligning your passion with global trends. With the right guidance and planning, Australia can be your gateway to a successful international career. Use this study guide in Australia for Indian students as your blueprint for 2025 and beyond.

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FAQs

Q1. What are the most affordable courses to study in Australia? A: Vocational Education & Training (VET) courses, TAFE programs, and regional university degrees are often more budget-friendly.

Q2. Is PR easy after studying in Australia? A: Courses on the SOL and MLTSSL lists (like IT, Nursing, Engineering) make it easier to qualify for PR.

Q3. How do I find scholarships to study in Australia? A: Government sites, university portals, and expert consultants like Eduvisor can help you explore scholarships based on merit, need, and region.

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