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Germany and Rome

I was driving down the highway with no destination in mind. You were sleeping, lying sideways, with your car seat reclined. You were smiling as the angels guarded you from up above. And I couldn't help but wonder what you were dreaming of. When I told you that I loved you, well, I never would've guessed. That you'd end up loving me too, and well, you know the rest. In that morning birds were chirping and the grass was wet with dew. There and then, I saw the world from a different point of view. A storm is raging right outside our doors. No, I have never felt a love like this before. We have traveled far to Germany and Rome, But in the end, I know we'll find a way back home. Yes, in the end, I know we'll find a way back. A storm is raging right outside our doors. No, I have never felt a love like this before. We've traveled far from Germany and Rome. But in the end, I know we'll find a way back

It was about two people who belonged in two different worlds and yet, because they loved each other, they met halfway and built a quiet common ground between them. Like Germany and Rome: distant and different, yet always finding a way to meet somewhere in the middle.

It was a connection that thrived on understanding, reciprocation, and seeing the world from a different point of view. It's recognizing that complete distinction from one another yet still choosing to be utterly enthralled.

It wasn’t about constant conversations. It was the kind of love that didn't need noise to be heard. It was low-maintenance, non-demanding kind, where silence was never truly present.

It was finding peace in the eye of every storm. Love that wrapped itself around the chaos like a soft blanket embracing the purest form of love when everything else was falling apart. It was the effort and willingness to travel distances for the ones we love.

And now, in the stillness that follows, I wonder:

Have you ever had your Germany and Rome?

And if you have… did you lose it too?

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Then Came You

An extroverted social butterfly who yaps nonstop and platonically flirts with everyone—that’s me. Yet even with all that, I’ve always drawn boundaries around the people I like. I've always preferred choosing safely, always stayed within the circle I knew.

But then came you.

I’ve always had my prejudice against men like you—too polished, too perfect, too smart. The kind of man who seems to have it all, except a personality—dry, dull… and just another charming face with no substance.

But then came you.

Suddenly, there you were—you matched my energy, my humor, the relentless yapping. Somehow, impossibly—You saw me. Heard me. Kept up with me.

And then you loved me.

Wholeheartedly, Gently, Steadily. It was a love I'd never known before, but always yearned for.

All my life I’ve always believed that no one can have it all. That there’s always a catch, always a flaw, always a downside.

But then came you.

Before you, these things felt out of reach, but brought them to life. You came and embraced every part of me. You were the unexpected answer to every longing I had, the very person who made my world complete.

And then came you.

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MUJI ، ݁ ♡ — If there’s one thing Muji’s been quietly obsessed with lately, it’s the perfect shower gel. She chuckles to herself, because honestly ... how tita is that? But she’s long past pretending not to care. There's a quiet delight in it now: in getting giddy at the sight of dish racks in IKEA, in hoarding scented candles, in the ritual of dabbing essential oil on her wrist before stepping out the door. She’s grown into this version of herself without even realizing it—she's no longer trying to prove anything, but just choosing what feels right. She’s shed the noise of what once rattled her, and now she moves with quiet certainty.

“𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙄—𝙖𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨” she mutters, eyes on her phone as her thumb drifts through rows of bottles, each designed in different shades of sophistication; all promising to soothe the body & restore softness. She pauses, amused at how seriously she’s taking this ... but that’s the thing about getting older. These choices, no matter how small, start to feel more deliberate. She wants more than just a nice scent or pretty packaging now. She wants something that reflects who she is now: not to be seen, but to feel like herself. She wants something that speaks without trying—I know what I like, and 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. Still soft, but 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 now. Comfortable in her own skin, in her growth, and in the woman she’s slowly, steadily become

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this is muji's fairytale ! ♡

Muji is a 29-year-old ball of sunshine wrapped in pages && playlists. She is bookworm, always open to plotting, and loves curating playlists... just because. Welcome to her fairytale—scroll through and be part of her next chapter.

ABOUT Muji

NAME: Milani Jion Cojuangco NICKNAME: Muji FACECLAIM: TWICE's Im Nayeon PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual MBTI: ENFJ/ENTJ DATE OF BIRTH: 09221995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Antipolo City, Rizal CURRENT RESIDENCE: Cebu City ACCOUNT TYPE: Literate Account

MORE . . .

Having an ENTJ/ENFJ MBTI, Milani Jion is an extrovert—but can be very selective with who she interacts with. She is a bookworm, a published writer, and a rock band vocalist. She brings light and warmth to the spaces she occupies, often the first to joke around and the last to leave a conversation hanging. If she teases you, that usually means she’s letting her guard down and feels comfortable with you. Her humor leans toward sarcasm, sometimes dark or slightly offensive but most importantly, she values accountability and honest feedback. Muji is a work in progress—always learning, always growing and she holds close the people who help her become more self-aware.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

This account is for roleplay purposes only. I am in no way affiliated with Twice’s Im Nayeon. Mundane is of legal age. Should you have any concerns or questions, feel free to send me a direct message on Twitter. I often plot on the timeline and would love for you to interact—quote tweets, reply, or slide into my DMs. I'm also open to pre-established relationships. Currently, I’m planning to start an RP Book Club, so if that interests you, don’t hesitate to reach out!

DO NOT FOLLOW IF

You fit the basic DNFI criteria: racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, or discriminatory in any form. Please don’t follow if you’re apolitical, a DDS supporter, or an apologist for oppressive systems. This space is also not for stan, personal, or promo accounts—especially if you have no intention of interacting or just plan to lurk and shitpost.

BACKSTORY

Published Writer!AU, Rock Band Vocalist!AU

In a quiet home tucked in the hills of Antipolo City, Rizal, Milani Jion Cojuangco was raised with precision. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was set to follow her family's footsteps — wrapped in tradition, sharpened by legacy. Everything about medicine was handed to her on a platter, and for Muji, the white coat had always been waiting. After all, she was the daughter of an illustrious filipino-chinese household. The girl's fate was written in the stars; all she had to do was live it.

Until the stars started to dim.

While her brothers studied human anatomy and health, Muji found herself thumbing through pages of a different kind. Books were her first rebellion—silent, romantic, deeply personal. While her family spoke in diagnoses, she dreamed romance, fate, and the idea of happily ever after. She fell in love with understanding people through the characters in her books. Her mother called it a distraction but to Muji, it felt like home.

Somewhere between novels and gigs, Milani Jion—now 29 and based in Cebu—built a world of her own. It was messy, but the kind of mess that felt like home; the kind that made room for honesty, softness, and being seen. It became the space where she allowed herself to be vulnerable.

But life has a way to slip through the cracks, even in the strongest walls that we built for ourselves.

Still, she’s starting to realize that what we inherit isn’t only tradition—it can also be the courage to stand for what we believe in and write our lives differently. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to begin again.

PLOTTINGS & PROMPTS

Prompts, plots, and little drabbles penned by Muji. Feel free to click around and write along. She will be waiting.

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READS BY Muji

Current book reads and reviews by Muji. All opinions expressed are personal and do not reflect the books, their authors, or the wider literary world. See here.

To be read

The Friend Zone - Abby Jimenez

Even Ducks Get Liver Cancer - Wilfredo Liangco

We Hunt the Flame Novel - Hafsah Faizal

Picking Daisies on Sundays - Liana Cincotti

Stardust - Neil Gaiman

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You've reached the end of my introduction. Thank you for reading 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅