#belly dance italy

[xuchiya]

freaky deaky [c.jongho]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ Got the mirror on the ceiling You're in the mood to please me ₊˚.༄

Here’s the thing, Jongho is horny, like right now. Let’s get it straight as he is really in need to release his desires or else he’ll explode but he couldn’t do that, not especially when he’s with you, his girlfriend who he can’t corrupt its innocence unlike his sister but that's a different story. 

  You were both back inside the hotel; immediately you belly flop yourself on the circular queen size bed, squealing at the softness of the bed making you relax instantly. The day really started with a coffee breakfast date then walking around the park and touring around the town of Italy but after the lunch you shared with Jongho, you noticed he was acting slightly out of his character.

   He would remove your hands that were wrapped around his arm or he would shake his head when you want to take a selfie with you whenever you reach a certain part of the town that is so beautiful that you want to have a nice capture with Jongho but he isn’t cooperating with you or he would just have a distance as you look around.

Your mood sours and declares that the sun is setting low (even though it's just 2 in the afternoon) and you want to sleep instead. You groan, eyebrows frown as you turn on your back to see tiled like mirrors; surprising you as you have never seen the mirror ceiling since yesterday that you have settled in.

  You took the opportunity to do just what you like to do and enjoy the moment of yours while you let your boyfriend do whatever he needs to do; reflect what he had done to make the day so bitter for you.

  It was nearing golden hour and the sunlight had hit your room igniting a symphony of dust motes dancing in its warm embrace, casting the room in a luminous golden glow. As the camera captures your figure posing on the mirror ceiling; you decide to enliven your gallery and to what you can post on your platform. Underneath your sundress, you wore a matching set of lingerie, just for Jongho but you were not in the mood to talk to him just yet.

You started taking pictures in your lingerie, minding your own business until you felt the bed dipped on the other side, you knew who it was but chose to ignore him and continued zooming in and out of the pictures, posing, “Jagi .. I’m sorry.” Well it was genuine but it meant something else. He had enough of today’s agenda that had him igniting more and added to his fuel? You are in bed, taking pictures and in his favorite.fucking.lingerie.

Your head turned to him, aligned with your raised eyebrows until you huffed, returning the straps back on your shoulders until you felt a tight grasp on your wrist, stopping you from placing the straps back in. your head snapped at him ready to explode but with his hooded eyes and chest heaving, you knew immediately why he acted this morning.

Sudden rush to the bathroom? Hiding something under the pillow when you walk out from the bedroom as he waits in the living room? The hands on your lower back that are always above your bra line? And whenever you cling to his arms, does he go nuts when he can entirely feel your boobs on his? Yes entirely, crazily and horny yes!

“You smart jagi~  know what’s on your mind.”

Here’s the thing, you are also horny. Just as much as Jongho is; you were at the worst of your horniness that you started to imagine things that you never thought you would do in your history of sex. You love Jongho so much that asking for intimacy is a problem.

THAT is the problem. To you and to Jongho. You were quite aware of the fact your closest friends always tell you were gifted with an innocent face but a devil in mind. You speak filthy words yet the face says otherwise; that’s why you always get away with things like website history on your computer with the look ‘i don’t know maybe someone did.’

   And Jongho fell on your innocent face too.

“Am I Jongho? Is my presence too much for your desires? Or is your dick aching to get wet right now?” Jongho was taken back when you grabbed his hand and hover it on your breast. His hand trembles underneath the soft flesh of your boobs, his hand curled on the slightest and he is sent to heaven how he imagined they will be. Soft and jiggly and fits perfectly in his hand.

His eyes trailed on what he thought was innocent but with your actions, he doesn’t think of it anymore. Jongho had held back for so long to not surprise or traumatise you by pouncing at you like a wolf on heat.

Maybe he is on heat. The burning desire of wanting you is too much for him. His tongue glazes his dry lips, eyes trailing down to your lips to your blooming pushed up cleavage on your lingerie, “Angel face yet so vicious.”

Jongho moves closer to you, diving his head on your cleavage; his nose nudging on the flesh and he is met with the scent of sweet flowery lotion he loves. Jongho’s warmth hand clasp around your waist and pulls you on his lap, he laid down on the soft bed, looks up at you with lust yet affection can still see in them. You pull your hair up in a messy makeshift ponytail as you grind your hips on his hard boner poking uncomfortably in his pants.

His grips tighten as he buck his hips on yours, groaning as he can feel the wetness pass through your panties, “I can already feel you so wet jagi.” You moan before leaning your arms on his thighs,moving your hips smoothly over his crotch; hard and uncomfortable against his slacks.

Jongho’s head leaned back diving in the pillows, eyes suddenly catching an erotic scene on the mirror on the ceiling. His lips went between his teeth, the image of you bare  and exposed to the reflective image on the ceiling while riding him messily had him groaning, wanting to ram himself inside your velvety walls. Bend you over, screaming on the sheets as he takes you from the back.

“If you really want to fuck me so bad .. What's stopping you?” Your voice echoed in his deafening ears. Your words had triggered something before you both knew it, his calloused hands reached up to you, hastily removing your lingerie and his pants off. 

“Oh? Nothing is stopping me … I can fuck you as much as I want. Cum in this pussy as many times as I want no matter how many times you tell me to stop, oh baby, I got all day and night to paint these walls white and reach every inch of you on my dick.” His words shocked you as you have always thought Jongho to be the conservative, even, in his words and wants to express them in a clear manner.

Well it seems clear now.

You watch as Jongho removes his clothes one by one, not breaking eye contact as you sit there bare, tits hardened as the cold room nips on your skin and the erotic smell coming from Jongho has you in your own high. 

“Come here jagi, ride me.” His straightforwardness had always questioned him as he tended to shy away with his words. Sometimes during your kiss, you were the one who opened up and he was too shy to even utter a single word. 

Now, seeing another side of him is not terrifying but intriguing as to why he has never shown this side to you, not even once. 

You moved closer to him, sitting on his lower stomach, your ass near him, wanting to test him for a little bit, “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me, jagi?” You purred, moving your hips, your folds leaving slick on his stomach making him groan, palms so hot on top of your thighs, “You’re one of those innocent looking yet so lewd.” You move a little backwards towards his stiff dick and let your clit glide on his size, your bundle of nerves throbbing each time it hits his tip.

Jongho was left speechless too, considering you were one of the angelic faces amongst your group yet why is he not surprised when he heard you speak so sinfully to him.

“I could say the same to you but enough talking and let me fuck you.” Jongho pushes himself up and wraps his arms around you before rolling you around.

“That’s right jagi~ Taking my cock so well.” His hand on your back is like a dream, light as a feather yet so viscous that it makes your back arch as his cock slides back in and out of your cunt. Your manicured nails clawed the sheets below you as you meet Jonho’s hips in a motion that had you feeling every inch of his cock, gliding nudging your walls so feverish; looking over your shoulders to already see he has his eyes on you, hooded with lust and dominance, “Do you want me to go faster? Just tell me and I’ll make you see stars.”

You were bent down, your tits brushing the sheets as your ass were prompted up just for him, to smack, to fuck and use to pleasure himself. His hips snap every time he bottoms out, he halts to pull you closer and make you grind on him before pulling a few inches and thrust back in, “So~ good jagi!”

His arms crossed to grip each side of your ass as his hips thrust deeper and faster, making you whimper clawing back on the sheets as you near your climax, “U-uGH jagi! That’s it! Fuck!” The bed creaks, your muffled moans and Jongho’s curse of pleasure. 

“Jo-Jongho!” His hips halted, pulling out before flipping you on your back, he tapped his dick on your puffy cunt before slamming back inside without any warning. Jongho grabs on the headboard of the bed whilst the other wraps around your throat. The pressure sent you to orbit, seeing stars as his hand fit perfectly around them and the way his hitting the spongy spot inside you had you creaming his dick; creating a ring of your cum near his pelvis.

“There! Right there! Shit shit!” Jongho chuckles darkly as he watches you twitch underneath him, he feels your walls clenching him; a queue that you were nearing your climax and Jongho wanted to cum inside you deeply. He leans down, removing his hands to place them on each side of your head, “Put your legs on my shoulder jagi~” He demanded.

Shakingly, you place them on his broad shoulder and with the new position make you squirted. A long string of ‘oh’ left your lips as Jongho abused your squirting pussy to lube himself as he speeds up, he chuckles near your ear, “You like that?”

You nodded, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him in a messy make-out session. Jongho hums to the kiss as his hands move to your legs, squeezing them before pulling away. He leaned back, spreading your legs open in ‘V’ shape. 

“Squirt for me again jagi, wet yourself for me.” You bit your lip, your fingers running down to rapidly circle your clit. The overwhelming pleasure had you returning to the stars as you felt your walls clamp on his dick, “I’m gonna cum jagi! I’m gonna squirt my cum on your dick!” 

A smirk display on the corner of his lips,”Like I said jagi~ No one is stopping me, I can fuck you as much as I want . Go ahead.” With the last spring snapping, Jongho pulled a few inches back as your hole squirted out your juices. He taps them, making you squirm from the sensitive activity for the past hours and the amount of orgasm he gave you.

When you finally rest up, Jongho slams back in taking you by surprise, “I haven’t cum yet jagi~ Let me cum inside that pussy, please!”

His hips stuttered and faltered so did his breathing as he was reaching his climax, just like you, his hips halted and a deep groan broke from his throat as a string of his cum spurted each corner of your walls. Your eyes rolled back from the warm feeling, making you squeeze your tits.

Jongho pulled your hands away from your tits and replaced them with his. Twisting, pulling and circling them and even going to the point of slapping them to make them bounce before he pulls out. His chest heaves and so does yours.

Jongho’s eyes laid on your dishevelled naked body before chuckling half-heartedly, “I’ll get the bath ready.” He grabbed his disregarded boxer and went towards the bathroom. You turn to the side as you watch his figure disappear from the bathroom and a few minutes later, he comes back to pick you up.

He places you down on the bathtub, scented candles and sweet-smelling bath bombs. Jongho places himself behind you, “Is this okay? Do you need something? Did I go too much on you?”

You shake your head, cupping water to fall on your shoulders when you feel a warm lips on your back then hands wrapping securely around your torso and pulling you close to his chest. You instantly relax from his hold, releasing a relieved breath as you close your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Jongho spoke. You hum in acknowledgement, “I understood you jagi~ No need to apologise.” It must be hard on Jongho to open up this kind of topic since he might scare you off with his sexual desires or how high his sex drive is but with how you understood him without even explaining had him crying from the inside from being lucky to have someone to accept this other side of him. 

“But what I did to you this morning is something I want to make up to you.” You can imagine him pouting and making you chuckle; playing with his fingers, “Oh jagi~ You already did. Multiple times.”

“Oh …” He tilted his head to look at your smirking face, “Is that your way of accepting my apology?” You turned away from him but his hand had already gripped your jaw, turning you to look at him. He stares down at you, his eyes flickering down to your eyes to your lips. 

“Kiss me you freaky deaky.” His eyes disappear, laughing at your comment. His gummy smile showed as his cheeks flared, “Yah! Don’t call me that!”

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: November 23, 2024

Reworked Character #4: Fio Germi

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, alcoholism, and SA.

Real name: Fiolina Hortensia Germi

Alias: Teatime in the Battlefield

Occupation: Master Sergeant of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. and the lead medical technician of the Regular Army’s special forces

Retirement plans: Become a sports doctor and astrophysicist, open up a bakery, and start a family

Special skills: Chiropractic and massage therapy, knowledge in military medicine, housework, acupuncture, and astronomy

Hobbies: All types of sewing (hand sewing, machine sewing, embroidery, and quilting), ballroom dancing, giving her friends massages, cooking delicious meals and enjoying it on a picnic outside, and frequenting petting zoos, nature reserves, and art and outer space museums

Likes: Peppino, being in Tarma’s arms, the beauty of nature, baking cakes and other sweet treats, and reading books on stories centred around the stars and constellations

Dislikes: Scolding hot and freezing cold baths, people cheating at card games, the time she had to wear orthodontic braces, insects and creepy crawlies, and sneezing on the battlefield

Favourite food: Homemade sandwiches and gelato

Favourite drink: Ice tea (preferably Queen Mary)

Sexuality: Heteroromantic demisexual

Gender: Female

Age: 15 (in 2022), 21 (in 2028), 23 (in 2030), 25 (in 2032), 27 (in 2034), 34 (in 2041), 36 (in 2043), 37 (in 2044), and 40 (in 2047)

Blood type: O+

Weight: 145 lbs. (66 kg)

Design: She’s a 5’ 2” (157.48 cm) Italian mesomorph with sloping shoulders, upper arms that carry some of her weight, a bit of belly fat, voluptuous breasts and hips, and prominent thighs. She has olive skin, droopy blue-grey eyes, and brownish freckles scattered across her face and neck. Fio has straight, slightly messy orangish-brown hair that falls just above the middle of her upper back, framed by blunt bangs and chin-length, layered sides. However, she typically wears it tied up in a ponytail. Her fingernails are painted an English lavender hue, and she wears thick, winged dark brown eyeliner, a soft rosy red blush on her cheeks and nose, and cherry blossom pink lip gloss. As a result of battle injuries and her own clumsiness, she bears a bullet wound near the centre of her left calf and numerous cut marks, stab scars, and scrapes on her arms and legs.

Her military gear consists of polarised, silver-plated transition lens eyeglasses, a metal dog tag necklace with her name, and a cordovan Eisenhower jacket. She wears a pink lavender T-shirt with a dogwood rose stripe running along the front and a carmine bra underneath. She wears carmine gloves and a gold-buckled leather belt to secure her ebony army cargo shorts, which fall just above her knees. She also wears ebony paratrooper boots, dogwood rose knee and elbow pads, and over-the-calf bittersweet shimmer socks. She has a khaki waist pack attached to the back of her belt, which carries her nail polish, lip gloss, eyeliner, two makeup brushes (a large one and a small one), a makeup sponge, and a powder blush palette. She wears a leather sheath for her hatchet, a gun holster for her handgun, and a holder for her tonfa.

The pockets of Fio's Eisenhower jacket carry around Peppino, her beloved greyish-brown teddy bear with a pearlescent blue bowtie, and an embroidered cockade of Italy pin. It carries a wooden calico Japanese Bobtail maneki-neko figurine, which is a gift from Eri. The figurine wears a metallic green collar with a red stripe and a gilt-brass bell. Its right arm is raised, and its left paw holds a koban coin. It also carries a metallic green mystery watch with a transparent crystal dial that showcases black hands in the centre of a crimson inverted triangle, accented by a ruddy blue dot. Shimmering saffron-yellow Roman numerals, ranging from I to XII, are positioned around the dial, separated by three dots each. The pockets of her army cargo shorts carry a canister of pepper spray, a Ventolin inhaler, a bottle of azithromycin pills, and a bottle of specialised prescription supplements specifically designed to manage her cystic fibrosis.

Over her T-shirt, she dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries her walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. Her black ammunition bandolier is slung over her right shoulder, and the back of her Eisenhower jacket features an embroidered S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. logo. Fio carries an ebony load-bearing backpack containing camping equipment, fire bombs, stones, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, and a picnic basket filled with prepared sandwiches. She also carries her latest sewing project and its accompanying supplies, a Hexagon Arms M-3685, a cat o' nine tails whip, medical supplies, and a scientific telescope.

She always wears a pair of teardrop-shaped pink opal earrings and a gold chain necklace featuring a red coral cornicello amulet, believed to ward off bad luck and bring good fortune. She wears a khaki army cap, once worn by her father during his military service, with the Regular Army insignia emblazoned on the front. Additionally, she wears a rosy pink armband on her left arm, featuring an European bee-eater perched on an olive branch at its centre.

Character summary: She's initially reserved and timid around strangers but warms up and opens up once she becomes familiar with new people. She's a compassionate, considerate, and overly cautious listener who's really good with children and lends everyone a generous helping hand. She's sensitive and unafraid to show her true emotions, often engaging in introspective thought. She possesses a steadfast commitment to justice, having no tolerance for individuals who seek to stir up strife, and is slow to forgive those who inflict harm on others for their own selfish purposes. Despite her quiet and calm demeanour, she's surprisingly prone to stress and anxiety, particularly when confronted with obnoxious noises, unwanted physical contact or situations where she can't escape. Even though she's a seasoned warrior, she harbours an intense fear of insects and creepy crawlies, often resorting to hiding behind Tarma, Marco or Eri and insisting they handle the situation. On occasion, she displays an almost childlike naivety and exuberance, typically after completing a mission or while off duty.

She's a very friendly and gentle clean freak who'll do anything to help out her family, friends, comrades, and those in need. She prepares all her meals with love and dedication, considering others' likes and dislikes, hoping they'll enjoy what she's made. When talking to others, she often uses lively hand gestures and animated facial expressions to emphasise certain ideas. She gets easily flustered by compliments and flirtatious advances, blushing deeply and becoming nearly speechless. She's a somewhat superstitious person, believing in things like placing one's hat on a bed being a sign of bad luck for homeowners and spilling salt being a harbinger of financial troubles. She's a nature-loving girl who's incredibly clever and always thinks optimistically. She's a great strategist who excels in keep-away tactics. However, she often pushes people away due to fear and isn't the most skilled fighter, but can fight when necessary.

Whenever she's faced with the death of a child, a comrade or friend being severely injured, being touched inappropriately or being rudely insulted, her face darkens. She becomes cold-hearted and deadly serious, and her tactical prowess shines through most. She's quite curious around strangers, nervously trailing them and asking a few questions to get to know them. Despite cherishing the importance of friendship, she sometimes feels isolated by her exceptional intelligence, privileged upbringing, and cystic fibrosis. She values maintaining a healthy work-life balance and prioritising her time with loved ones, holding both in higher regard than success. She believes that living in or exploring beautiful places helps her become a better person by gaining a deeper appreciation of the world around her.

She originally harboured romantic feelings for Marco, but they dissipated after he disclosed that he isn't interested in romantic and sexual relationships. Her affections eventually shifted to Tarma, whom she found charming due to his silliness, emotional intelligence, Hokkaido dialect, the soothing sound of his voice, pleasant smile, and knack for building professional motorcycles. She finds immense comfort in Tarma's presence and often offers him solace when he's having a rough day or struggling with self-doubt.

After her romantic relationship with him fully blossoms, she forms an exceptionally close physical and emotional bond with him. However, her tendency to become overly attached manifests at times, especially when feelings of fear or loneliness arise. Despite being in a romantic relationship with Tarma, she maintains a non-possessive attitude, unconcerned if he flirts or sleeps with other women and men, considering it his personal freedom. However, she does prefer openness and honesty, ensuring that he communicates with her about his actions. She sometimes gets into debates with Tarma about what they should or shouldn't do, but she usually remains polite and calm, focusing on finding a solution that benefits both of them rather than worrying about negative consequences. After a debate, she often apologises to Tarma and follows up with a hug.

She eventually enters into a polyamorous queerplatonic relationship with Marco and Tarma, which she deeply cherishes and further satisfies her craving for emotional intimacy. She's displeased when Nadia takes advantage of her kindness to avoid responsibilities. However, she appreciates Nadia's help with dessert-making, although Fio often has to bribe her by offering something equally sweet or letting her have the largest share of a batch to persuade her to lend a hand. She's frustrated by Eri's overprotectiveness, especially when it comes to Tarma, as it reminds her of her father's behaviour and makes her feel like she's being treated like a child. She finds Red Eye to be an incredibly intimidating person, despite their relatively friendly relationship, which occasionally involves sharing a cup of tea together.

When she's reached her limit, feels threatened or needs to express her authentic feelings about something that gets under her skin, she's capable of standing up for herself and making her voice heard. She rarely swears, but when someone's pushed her too far, she'll unleash a stern reprimand, peppered with profanities in Italian. She's unconcerned by Marco's and others' opinions that carrying Peppino is childish because the teddy bear provides her with personal comfort and solace, particularly when she's anxious or sad. Ever since meeting Ralf, who encouraged her to try new things, she has mustered the courage to pursue thrilling experiences and enjoy them to the fullest, even if they carry some risk.

She's not fond of drinking alcohol due to its bitter taste and intoxicating effects, which make her feel nauseous and slightly nervous. However, on rare occasions, she’ll let loose and indulge in alcohol with her friends, especially after a challenging mission. When intoxicated, she starts to act playful, flirtatious and sexually teasing towards Tarma, obnoxiously loud, agitated, and bluntly honest.

She harbours private reservations about the Regular Army's methods, particularly when it comes to neutralising perceived threats, including journalists and enemy-affiliated personnel. She acknowledges that not everyone in these groups is malicious, but rather, many are innocent individuals caught in complex circumstances. Moreover, she struggles with the nagging feeling that those closest to her have been conditioned to uncritically accept the Regular Army's moral stance, never questioning its motivations or ethics. However, she's deeply afraid to express these thoughts aloud, fearing deadly repercussions and unwilling to risk stirring up trouble or jeopardising the relationships she values. She often pushes these thoughts aside by focusing on becoming a better fighter and drawing inspiration from high-ranking individuals like Marco and Clark, whom she greatly admires.

She has a tendency to fall asleep extremely quickly at bedtime or naptime, and her loud snoring can be disruptive to others who are trying to rest or focus on important tasks in the same room. She would be heartbroken if Peppino were lost, destroyed or stolen forever, as the teddy bear has been her constant companion since birth. However, she would be overjoyed to be reunited with the original Peppino or receive a new teddy bear that's an exact replica.

She believes that war serves no purpose other than destruction, resulting from conflicts that escalate beyond the control of free will. In her view, war profoundly alters the moral fabric of society, accelerating the advancement of weaponry and technology used in conflict. As a firm believer in virtue ethics, she thinks morality is about becoming the kind of person we truly want to be. To become a better person, people must cultivate values like honesty, bravery, justice, and generosity, leading to a morally righteous life and self-improvement. By practicing fundamental moral values, people develop the ability to make tough choices when faced with ethical dilemmas, learning to trust their instincts, listen to their conscience, and stand firm in their convictions. She holds that life is more powerful than death, continually finding innovative ways to adapt and flourish.

Backstory: Fiolina Hortensia Germi was born on October 2, 2007 in Genoa, Italy. The Germi family is renowned for their vast wealth, military service, and philanthropic endeavours. Originally merchants and nobles, they amassed their fortune in the Mediterranean region during the Age of Exploration and have since maintained their wealth, now managing various corporations and philanthropic organisations. True to their militaristic heritage, the Germis have participated in numerous conflicts, including the Napoleonic Wars of the 1800s, the Italian Unification Wars of the 19th century, and modern-day wars against terrorism worldwide. Sadly, many Germi warriors lost their lives, leading to an important family custom where the chosen heir of the Germi family must serve in the military.

Alessandro Germi, Fio's father, was a fearsome soldier in the Regular Army in his earlier years, serving alongside Fabriclus Roving. However, he was forced to leave military service after being severely injured during a shootout, which left him crippled and suffering from debilitating post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). His body bore the scars of countless battles, a testament to the wounds he had endured and the bloodshed he had witnessed on the front lines. After returning to civilian life and receiving proper support, Alessandro successfully restored his family's struggling business. He also started a family with his beloved wife, Giulietta, a talented seamstress and manager of a luxurious art museum.

Alessandro's wish was to have a healthy son as he feared that sending a daughter onto the battlefield would be a perilous ordeal. To his surprise and dismay, Giulietta gave birth to a daughter, and due to health complications, she couldn't bear any more children. Fio's mother would also experience postpartum depression after childbirth and passed down a disease that runs deep within her heritage: cystic fibrosis. Alessandro's deep-seated fears for Fio's safety often led him to become overly protective, causing tension with Giulietta, who found his helicopter parenting suffocating.

Despite her parents' mental health struggles, they went above and beyond to care for her, providing unwavering love and support. For half of her elementary school years, she was homeschooled and her parents taught her a diverse range of subjects, including mathematics. They encouraged Fio’s appreciation for friendships, the outdoors, and the finer things in life. They even fostered her love of astronomy, gifting her a scientific telescope on her 10th birthday, which she still has to this day.

Giulietta often took her on enriching outings to nature reserves and art museums, where she learned about biology and art history. Her mother also taught her the importance of domestic duties, showing her how to do her chores and clean the house. On special occasions, her mother would dress her up in pretty dresses and give her adorable animal plushies, which she still keeps.

She was bullied and exploited by the other children because of her wealthy status and overt politeness, but her father and teachers consistently intervened. As she grew, she discovered her own voice, learning to assert herself with courage and conviction. Standing up to her bullies with firm yet gentle confidence, she effectively silenced their taunts and earned respect. Like Marco, Fio excelled in all her classes, demonstrating exceptional academic prowess and a deep appreciation for effort and lifelong learning.

However, her life took a devastating turn near the end of her secondary school days. A sudden and tragic terrorist airstrike, attributed to the Ptolemaic Army, struck Genoa, Italy, claiming Giulietta among its many victims. Her father was the most affected by this loss, turning to a life of alcoholism and self-isolation. Although Alessandro still cared about Fio and tried his best to support her, his alcoholism and newfound self-isolating behaviour made it challenging for him to do so. As a result, the butler and maids who worked in the mansion frequently took care of her.

It took time for Fio and Alessandro to heal from this loss, but they remained resilient. To cope with the loss of her mother, she turned to sewing, baking, and reading books on ancient and modern medical practices. Eventually, Alessandro sought help and went to rehab and therapy to address his issues with Fio's support and encouragement. After graduation, Fio was awarded multiple awards and scholarships, which enabled her to attend university. There, she pursued an interdisciplinary course of study, exploring chiropractics, acupuncture, physics, and astronomy.

Fio would eventually express her interest in joining the military after coming across a persuasive flyer to serve in the Regular Army. This revelation horrified Alessandro, as he didn't want to send his only child off to the battlefield, risking her life. He wanted to disregard the Germi's military traditions, believing that war is repugnant and a never-ending cycle of hate and violence. Alessandro tried to deter Fio from joining, but she persisted, driven by her desire to join the fight against terrorism and protect the lives of innocent people. He reluctantly agreed and sent her off to the military at the age of 19, but attempted to minimise her risk by using his connections and friends from his own military days to secure her a desk job, hoping to keep her out of harm's way and away from the front lines.

However, everything changed when a paperwork mistake caused by militant bureaucracy resulted in Fio's transfer to the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., a special operations branch of the Regular Army's Intelligence Agency known for carrying out high-risk missions. Surprisingly, Fio was ecstatic to hear the news as she had been eager to be deployed on the battlefield and make a real difference. In contrast, her father was furious and stormed into military headquarters, threatening officers in an attempt to prevent his daughter from being shipped to the front lines.

He would often try to extract Fio from the battlefield via a private jet, but she consistently resisted. Eventually, she had enough of his overprotectiveness and bravely told him that this was what she wanted—to fight on the battlefield and provide medical aid. She assured him that she was capable of handling herself. Alessandro finally understood and let her pursue her life as a military woman. In return, she promised to keep in touch with him after each mission, providing him with reassurance and comfort.

Like Eri, she played a crucial role in the Great Morden War by providing Marco's team with useful intel on Rebel Army positions. She even went so far as to provide them with sustenance, mainly in the form of homemade sandwiches. She also dedicated herself to providing medical support for Marco's team, which led to her being recognized as the lead medical technician of the Regular Army’s special forces.

During the Extraterrestrial Alliance Clash in Hong Kong, she was seized by a ruthless group of fanatic land troops and bikers who intended to exploit her for their twisted desires. One of the deranged fanatic land troops subjected her to unwanted physical contact, leaving her severely traumatised and more prone to anxiety. This horrific experience intensified her resentment towards the Rebel Army and those who seek to spread chaos and harm. Fortunately, Tarma intervened just in time, eliminating the Rebel Infantrymen with the SV-001. Eri quickly freed her from the ropes that bound her arms and ankles.

Her countless battles against worldwide criminality, terrorism, and corruption enabled her to rapidly rise through the ranks, becoming the Master Sergeant of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. special forces unit. However, her time in the military has taught her a harsh reality: even the good guys can't always protect the innocent or save their friends and comrades. She has witnessed many deaths and severe injuries that left people crippled and traumatised in each battle. Nevertheless, with the emotional support of friends like Eri and Tarma, she has persevered and continues fighting to this day.

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HETALIA HEADCANNONS

🇺🇲 Alfred is a not the best in the kitchen but on the Grill he makes the best BBQ I'm talking southern style meat smoked for 12 hours, Brisket, bacon, ribs, steak, burgers, hot dogs, chicken, pork, his cookout parties are the best he can bake casserole in the oven though

🇮🇹 🇩🇪Romano and Germany are best friends when black out drunk much to Romano's horror once he sobers up

🇨🇳 China cross dresses in secret the only one who knows is Poland and are secret besties

🇫🇷 France is the best cosmetologist around you need your hair or nails done he's your guy some nations even pay him and make appointments on the regular

🇬���� 🇨🇳England and China dated once upon a time it didn't end well but England still has a small crush on him though he won't admit it China moved on

🇵🇹 🇨🇳Portugal and China had a one night stand once

🇷🇺 🇨🇳Russia has had a crush on China since he was a kid under Mongolian rule he was the only one who was kind to him he thought he was a woman even when he found out he was a man it didn't change his opinion of him

🇻🇦🇨🇳 Rome and China were in a romantic long distance relationship once upon a time it took so long to visit but Rome always made the journey when he had time China didn't find out about his death until years after he died

🇬🇧 England can play the electric guitar 🎸 and writes music notes and songs it helps him relax he lies on the floor of his room and plays for hours

🇷🇺 Russia went to therapy and came out a lot more stable he even went on a apology tour to apologize to those he wronged if he unnerves anyone it's just teasing now

🇩🇪🇧🇪🇨🇭🇱🇮 Germany, Belgium, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein are the best bakers around they make the best sweets

🇮🇹 Italy and Romano have an Vegetable and Herb garden so they always have the freshes ingredients

🌍🌎🌏All Nations have a big food party after world meeting everyone brings food from around the globe so everyone can try any food they want

🇨🇳 China is actually the best in bed he knows ancient tricks that leave his partners staring at the ceiling contemplating their existence

🇬🇷 Greece is second best in bed it's like he puts every bit of energy into pleasing his partners he falls asleep immediately after

🇬🇷 Greece is the best at giving advice though few nations actually know that

🇪🇸🇮🇹🇺🇲🇱🇹🇰🇷🇰🇵🇭🇰🇷🇺🇬🇷🇹🇷S pain, Romano, America, Lithuania, the Korea twins, Russia, Greece, and Turkey are the best dancers around Spain and Romano are good at Salsa, Flamenco, Tango, Argentine tango, and Tarantella. America and Lithuania are the best at Swing. The Korea twins are good at more modern dancing freestyle even throwing some break dancing and acrobatics into their routine. Hong Kong is the best break dancer even throws acrobatics into his routine often dances with the twins. Russia is the best ballet dancer and does traditional Russian dances it's impressive with his size. Greece and Turkey are the best belly dancers.

🇰🇷🇰🇵 The Korea twins meet once a year at China's place they make up for lost time with a bit of bickering, speaking at the same time, and finishing each other's sentences

🇭🇰 Hong Kong is the best clothing and jewelry designer you'll ever meet he makes all his clothes and even has his siblings model his designs he even has either Japan or Taiwan take pictures for him with lights props and everything and puts it on Instagram he sometimes gets commissions from other nations they pay him and make appointments sometimes even modeling his designs he even teams up with France for hair nails and makeup he has a whole studio he's also a great DJ

🇨🇳 China is the best babysitter around he gets payed by the hour and China adores children he missed the pitter patter of tiny feet on his floor the kids always come back full of good food and toys and presents to take home they aren't his kids so he can spoil them rotten even snacks for the road because growing children need to eat

🇨🇳 China always brings tons of snacks to world meetings he even gives America and Germany extra because they are the youngest

[slutisnotabadword]

I’m currently writing a Bamon fic that basically reimagines TVD, starting with them starting college and with Bonnie as the protagonist. And like I have SO many headcanons I’m gonna incorporate. A lot of them comes from the show but just elevated.

1. Bonnie

My lovely, mistreated Bonnie… boy do I have ideas for you. First of all, she’s going to have some good ass hairstyles. BLACK GIRL hairstyles. I think Bonnie loves to wear curly ponytails with decorated scarves, or like some long knotless braids. AHHH I have some ideas for her hair. But speaking of style, Bonnie loves the bohemian aesthetic. So, air of half tops, waist beads, long skirts, etc (go on Pinterest and type “bohemian black girl, and you’d see what I’m talking about). She wears alot of brown, green, beige and like golden colors. She wears red when she’s feeling spicy. Bonnie is also into candles, HEAVILY, and crystals. She’s not religious but spiritual. And for college, she’s majoring in dance and minoring in occult studies. Her favorite genre of dance is contemporary. And her favorite breakfast is cereal, and she’s most likely a vegetarian. Also I wanna change her background a bit. She actually grew up being raised by her mother and her grandmother. Her father left because he couldn’t or wouldn’t handle with their witch ancestry, when he found out.

2. Damon

Damon’s bisexual. That’s it, that’s the quote. But no seriously, I firmly believe that he is, and I stand by that. And also in my fic, Damon has this kind of… “punk rocker” aesthetic going. Imagine eyeliner, leather jackets with pins, ripped jeans, black and red color pallete. With that being said, he has a SICK fashion sense. He paints his own fingernails, mainly the color black. Another big thing about Damon is that he LOVES music. He is a music fanatic. He adores all the genres and can see the beauty in all of them, and he collects records. He also loves to play various of instruments. He has mastered the piano, the guitar, the violin and the trumpet and other shit too, and he loves to sing but he never sings infront of people. He loves to cook. Whenever he’s frustrated or gets startled, he swears in Italian. And speaking of Italian, Damon and Stefan’s were born in like the late 1400s or the early 1500s in Florence, Italy. And their family portrait was actually painted by the famous painter, Caravaggio. Damon didn’t come to America till the 1920s as he began to admire the American people’s party era.

3. Elena

She actually stays pretty much the same. However, Elena really likes Britney Spears so a lot of her outfits are inspired by her. She wears alot of dark colors, but you will see her in a pink matching tracksuit and a baby blue cropped top. Elena kind of takes every moment to show her belly button. Oh, and she loves cropped jackets. Veryyyyy Y2K going on here. Elena is trynna become a doctor but she’s also minoring in writing.

4. Caroline

I gotta be honest, I have no notes for Caroline cause I think her character in the show was written perfectly enough to be memorable and entertaining. However I think her aesthetic could be boosted up a notch to rest for her image. Caroline wears a lot of bubbly colors. Very bright but also soft color palette, so imagine a lot of soft pinks, blues, whites. She loves to wear plaid skirts and cardigans and sweaters. She’s trying to be a lawyer, which I fully expect from her. Think of Elle Woods without the hot pink.

5. Stefan

Stefan is good ol’ Stefan (except in my head, the version that I like). He’s very athletic, he gives very much sensitive gym bro. And he’s actually kind of passionate about all sports, and watches them regularly. That being said, he also loves writing, specifically poetry. So therefore he’s majoring in writing. Stefan first came to America, following his brother in the 20s. They were trying to make up with each other, and as Damon was trying to teach him how to feed as a normal vampire, it caused Stefan to be the ripper of something something. Basically in the show but different timelines. Oh and Stefan wears the color red and blue a lot, kind of patriotic of him lmao.

[witchyfashion]

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen…but do you recall the most petrifying Christmas figures of all? Not all children fear just a lump of coal in their stockings. Discover the terrifying Yuletide fables that have horrified kids for generations.

He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness’ sake. This lighthearted song is a bit more ominous in the context of other Christmas traditions. From beasts that threaten to cook children into stew to sinister crones who snatch little ones from their beds, you won’t find any dancing sugar plums here. Outside of the heartwarming Christmas tales we all know and love, there are an abundance of frightening stories to chill all who hear them to the bone. Discover folklore from all corners of the world, including:

Krampus (Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, and northern Italy), a demonic half-goat monster who drags chains and whips bad children with birch sticks, or stuffs them in his sack to take away

The Kallikantzari (Greece, Bulgaria, Serbia, and Turkey), goblins who come out during Advent to cause mischief

Père Fouettard (France, Belgium, Switzerland), Saint Nicholas’ eternal cannibal manservant who deals with naughty children

Hans Trapp (Alsace-Lorraine, France), who roams the countryside disguised as a scarecrow and goes door to door on Christmas looking for children to feast upon

Gryla (Iceland), the giant ogre who emerges from her cave on Christmas to hunt children and cook them into stew

Mari Lwyd (Wales), a creature with a horse’s skull and a long cloak that is followed by a group of chanting people

Frau Perchta (Austria and Bavaria), who slits the bellies of bad children and stuffs them with straw

These tales are sure to leave you wishing for the Grinch. Whether you are a fan of history and folklore, you love learning about different cultures, or you just want to give a holiday gift that will bring the joy of Christmas to that lucky someone (just kidding), The Scary Book of Christmas Lore is for you. ’Tis the season! Is it beginning look a lot like Christmas, yet?

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and The Rockstar part 9:

It was finally time for the boys to embark on their Pyromania tour. Their first show was in Milan, Italy. Y/N went with them to the airport to say goodbye. 

“Well, this is it,” Y/N sighed, “4 years ago, you boys were just a small band with a fanbase of about a thousand people and now, you’ve won the hearts of people all over the world….I always you’d make it…”

“Y/N/N, why can’t you come with us?” Joe whined, holding her hand. 

“I came with y’all for the last two tours, and plus, I need to stay home, remember,” She looked down at her belly, Joe looked down with her and smiled. 

“Come on, you two…we’re gonna be late.” Sav said. “Hey, this is the last time I’m gonna see my wife in a while, let me say goodbye to her.” Joe turned back to Y/N and put a hand on her cheek,, “I’ll be back soon, love, I promise.” 

“Goodbye, Joey…” She gave him one last kiss before letting go of his hand slowly. 

“Goodbye, y/n…” They gave each other smiles filled with sadness and parted their ways. 

Tahlia met Y/N at the front of the airport and wiped her tears, “You’re gonna see him again, he’s only going on tour, he’s not leaving forever.” 

“I know, but it feels like that day after 5th grade, the time we didn’t see each other for eleven years.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to join the boys?”

“No, no, it’s alright, I have to stay home, ya know, dance until the baby in my belly doesn’t let me.” Y/N giggled. 

“Let’s go home, love.” Lia said. Y/N turned around through the airport windows to see if Joe was there, but he wasn’t. 

“Good-bye Joe…” She whispered to herself. 

The boys boarded the plane and sat in their seats, Joe sat with Sav, Phil sat with Steve and Rick sat with the manager. Joe sat silently listening to some music while staring out the window. For 4 years, she was there every moment of every day, but now…they were apart for the first time in 4 years and it was hard to process. 

Y/N danced, Joe sang, in different places, but at the same time they both felt as if they were still together. 

“This is for Y/N…” Joe would say to the crowd as the band began playing Mirror, Mirror.

“This is for you, Joe…” As she began playing Mirror, Mirror and doing the dance to her song. 

“Joe, you alright, mate?” Steve asked the boy who was silently eating his lunch. Joe was never quiet. 

“I’m fine…” Was all he said and zoned out once again.

“Joe, I know you miss her and I know you love her, but you can’t let her consume your life.” Phil said. 

“It’s hard, ya know, eleven years apart and then after all that’s happened in the last four years and now being apart again….what if something happens to her?”

“Joe, I guarantee that nothing’ll happen to her.” Sav said, “And plus, we are going back to Sheffield in a few weeks.” 

“Yeah, y-you’re right, I’ll be fine…” 

Y/N was in the apartment with Lia, “Lia, don’t you think that maybe it’s time for me to move out? I gotta talk to Joe about it, I just think that the baby needs to live with both of his parents.” 

“Yeah, that is true, darling.” 

“Oh! I should go call Joe.” 

“Where is he now?” Lia asked. 

“Uh, Madrid, Spain, I think.” 

“Do you know who to call?”

“Oh, right….” Then the home phone rang and Y/N picked it up, “Hello?”

“Y/N…” Joe sighed.

“Joe! I was literally just talking about calling you! I missed you, baby…” 

“How are you?” 

“I’m great, but it’s not the same without you.” 

“I’m coming home in a couple weeks, darling.”

“Ah, those weeks are gonna go by so slowly…” 

“I love you….”

“I love you too, Joe…” 

“Bye, love.” 

“Bye-bye!” The girl said cheerfully and hung up the phone. 

The next two weeks went by very slowly and the band was wrapping up their European tour in England and then going back to Sheffield for a week before going back on tour.  Def Leppard hopped off the plane and made their way to the exit of Heathrow Airport. They all grabbed their suitcases and went to find their cars. When Joe left the airport, he went straight for the dance studio. “I’ll see you soon…” Joe whispered, as if speaking to y/n, when he made it into Sheffield.

@stevesfuzzypinkslippers @joes-sha-la-la-la-girl @elliotts-personal-property @steveinscarlet @jimmysdragonsuit13

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Belly Dance Week 24 or so--Shaking in Hot Weather

What I noticed about belly dancing outside of the Western mindset which is rooted in the white male mind is that dance in a northern Europe climate has an element of scarcity to it, similar to how the most nutritious fruits do not grow in cold climates and there is a limit to what can be accessed or plucked off from a tree. Watermelon in Amsterdam vibrates and tastes completely different than watermelon in Mexico, DR, or even the South of Italy in summers. Cold weather has a scarcity consciousness buried inside and the body, especially a Brown or highly melaninated body, has to work very hard to stay healthy. It is not natural for most of us to live with low vitamin D levels. And this is the second time I have lost my residence's permit for Amsterdam. Perhaps that's the ancestors' way of wacking me over the head.

And I've been actually wacked over the head recently in another way. I was laying in bed sleeping deeply then suddenly I woke up out of nowhere and sat straight up in bed. Then "pop!" It felt like someone had hit me with baseball bat on my forehead. My partner was in Germany so there was no hanky-panky happening. I was alone and fell right back to sleep. The next day when I looked into the mirror--I had a bruise and scar the size of a dime and some head pain. I had already signed up for hot yoga so I went to class with all this mystery going on and during class thought I wouldn't be able to finish it. The heat was making the pain feel worse. Every time I leaned forward, I felt this stabbing across my forehead. I started taking it easy and relaxing more in my postures, doing about 80 percent of what I usually do. The teacher encouraged me, like she would any other regular, to go further because she was familiar with my capacity. I whispered to her what was going on. After class, she suggested I go see a doctor. "You could be internally bleeding." Well, I knew I didn't need a doctor. I needed to listen. Ha! The mystery bruise and scar have since cleared up as if they never happened.

Dancing in warm weather brings abundance to the body and to the dance. Don't get me wrong--I love my dance teachers in Europe who were born in Arabic cultures where Egyptian belly dance was taught to them as little girls by their grandmums-so cute. But I think that when you grow up in Europe or the US, you have to be mindful to not develop that western mind that doesn't realize that we are all different, our bodies are different, and therefore all our jiggles and gyrations will also look different. I think that can be tricky because you are learning to fit in with the European mind in order to date, to work, to socialize, etc., but that mind also comes with its own sneaky rigidity.

But I'm so grateful how my teachers in Europe have helped me to access my full hip girdle, and there is just this undertone of perfectionism that lives in the root system of the West and can be difficult to notice how we've all been affected by it. It is through this mindset that we learn how to walk, talk, and be in the world. I feel like some dancers in the West can get stuck in technique instead of the deep soulful feeling of the dance--tuning more into how the dance and music FEEL when they meet-the-moment of the body --than how they look—which should vary.

Dancing in a warm country is familiar to my soul. In heat, I move like the laws of fire and water getting rid of the pollution. There is a lot of diversity in the shapes of women's bodies and there is freedom to sway outside of the edges, because there is no such thing as an "edge." Women dance in huge shapeless mumu dresses, short skirts, bikinis, booty shorts, scarfs, etc. and there is no standard for anything. Everything is just wild and incredibly in harmony. In my first class, there were women in their 60s and young girls around 12. They all felt like family. There was a sincere love of one another that the women had nurtured together over the years. They assumed I was a "negrita" --a cute young dark girl, but I assured them that I was grown and a mama bear. And although I don't speak the Spanish very well, i always freshen up on the different ways to greet: formal, casual, an elderly person, and a child and ask basic things like “how are you” in Spanish. And I felt tiny pieces of home and sweetly connected. But I don’t want to romanticize it either. Because when you are foreigner and don’t speak the language fluently, you will always be a little exotic and an outsider but with the right attitude and courtesies, you can mingle your through and discover preciousness and other local harmonies where ever you land.-India Ame'ye, Author

[catboyfever]

Tea Time - Owlbit Fluff

WHOA YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A NEW WTP FIC

Pardon my absence as I've been committing to a lot of OC writing as of late. But I've been thinking about this ship and discussing it with others in the wtp fandom a LOT so I thought this would be as great a time as any to write a fanfic for it! I hope you enjoy, lemme know what y'all think!

The afternoon sun shone lazily on the Hundred Acre Wood. Rabbit ordinarily would’ve been outside tending to his garden in the heat of that sun, but even he had to take a break sometimes. While he could’ve been just as comfortable at home, he didn’t feel like just lounging about the house. The only person he could think of that would provide a somewhat peaceful evening was Owl. It was a no-brainer. He sometimes stopped by his house for tea anyhow, and spacing out while sipping tea and pretending to listen to some convoluted story actually sounded pretty fantastic just about now.

Rabbit was sat in his living room across from Owl with a saucer and a teacup filled with perfectly brewed tea in his hand. He’d already added his sugar, he was just listening to Owl go on about something before he took a sip. The warm, dark flavor of the black tea relaxed him… but he felt like he wanted just a little more something to flavor the drink.

“Owl, I don’t mean to bother but could you bring out some honey? I’d love some for my tea.” Rabbit said.

Owl smiled and halted his story. “Oh, of course! I’ll resume my tale once I’m back.”

Owl flew out of the living room and swooped into the kitchen to retrieve the honey. A few seconds later Rabbit heard a thundering crash and jumped to his feet to investigate before a very excited looking Owl brought back an in-tact honey jar, but more surprisingly, an accordion.

“Owl, what IS that?” Rabbit asked, pointing at the unknown instrument.

“This, my dear friend, is called an ‘accordion’” Owl said. “It’s a wonderful instrument, my relative in Italy gave it to me years ago.”

“Do you play?” Rabbit asked pointedly.

“But of course! Here,” Owl began, setting the jar of honey down for Rabbit. “enjoy your tea and the music.”

Rabbit felt excitement bubble up in his belly. He usually knew better than to get his hopes up too high about things like this with his friends, but there just seemed to be something so genuine about the way Owl spoke about the instrument. Besides, Rabbit hadn’t even known what it was called before Owl told him.

“This song I learned from my Great Great Granduncle, he used to play it while taking a leisurely boat ride.” Owl said.

Owl’s feathery hands moved across the keys on the instrument as he pushed it in and pulled in a slow, jaunty song. The unique sound that the instrument produced had Rabbit totally transfixed… as well as how oddly suave Owl looked playing it.

His hands were moving with such grace and the way his body swayed to the beat of the song just took his breath away. His eyes were moving with Owl as he swayed across the room, coming closer to Rabbit before dancing away while continuing the slow, romantic melody that Rabbit was enchanted by. When the song ended Owl bowed while Rabbit clapped fervently.

“Stupendous! Absolutely marvelous! I had no idea you were such a musician!” Rabbit said.

“But of course I am! I wasn’t only gifted with a beautiful singing voice, I’m an owl of many talents you know!” Owl said proudly.

Ordinarily Rabbit would’ve scoffed at the notion but the way Owl spoke… especially after his performance… Rabbit actually felt a sort of reverence for Owl for the first time.

“I know this might be sudden but… would you be able to teach me a few notes?” Rabbit asked.

Owl nodded enthusiastically. “Of course of course! I’d be happy to aide in someone’s quest for knowledge!!”

Owl handed Rabbit the surprisingly heavy accordion and stood behind him. Rabbit’s cheeks flushed as he felt the bird’s soft, warm hands covering his as his fingers touched the keys. Owl even helped push and pull the accordion at first, guiding Rabbit’s arms by pushing them and pulling them with his hands. Rabbit could feel the soft as a cloud feathers of Owl's crest pressing against the back of his head which distracted him greatly as he tried to concentrate on what was happening. Eventually though, Rabbit got the hang of how the instrument operated. Owl danced around the room as he had before, but this time he guided Rabbit along with him, swaying along with him as Rabbit practiced the intro to the song Owl had just played for him.

After a while the sun began to set and Rabbit reluctantly put a stop to their music lesson.

“It really is no trouble if you stay for dinner, you know.” Owl said insistently.

“I appreciate it really, but I must get back and get things ready for tomorrow. You know how it goes, the work is never done around the garden!” Rabbit said.

Owl opened the door and saw Rabbit out. Rabbit turned to Owl with a smile.

“Goodnight, Owl.”

Owl leaned forward and quickly gave a small love peck to Rabbit’s cheek. “Goodnight, Rabbit.”

Owl withdrew to his house and closed the door leaving Rabbit a flustered mess at his door. Rabbit dashed back to his house and sighed as he began to fix his supplies to make dinner. The accordion was from Italy, he was probably just saying farewell like they do! It was just his way of saying Ciao! That was what Rabbit convinced himself as he continued to fix dinner, trying desperately but failing to get the kiss out of his head.

[theserpentpharmakiea]

Our bodies are a portal to the ancestors.

As we quiet ourselves, breathe, and listen.

As we allow our bodies to do the talking, we let spirit take the wheel.

Dance is one of the oldest forms of magic, devotion, and healing.

Dance is and always has been a very important practice in my culture.

The #Tarantella is a dance that was done in a trance state to heal the women bit by the spider.

I have always been a dancer. I started ballet when I was 3 years old, got bored after 2 years, and decided I wanted to be one of the "cool" dancers. Then I began jazz and tap which lasted a few years, but even then I thought it was too "strict," so I told my mom I wanted to do modern dance, then hip hop, and I loved them! I felt like I found my calling until after a while. I still felt like I was missing something! This led me to belly dancing, which I did one on one or instructional for a little while. Belly dancing opened the door for me to discover all types of sensual dance, as well as folk dance. After years of separating my dance from my magic, I have finally realized that this has been the guiding path of my mother guides and my ancestors. They have guided me down the path of ancestral healing and memory, so I may get to the spot in my practice where I can reemerge with their teachings of plant magic and trance dance.

In Southern Italy, dance cults, trance, and the use of plants by priests and priestess of Cybele, Ekate, Diana, Demeter, Rhea, Juno, Dianus, Gaea, Apollo, and more all had cults that would partake in these things.

No matter how far back a certain ancestral practice is, it still lives within us. It is still in our veins and a part of who we are. The practices we are speaking of were also practices of the land. Which means it lived in the soil and plants, and that knowledge was passed down to us through the earth our recent ancestors lived and ate on.

Let your ancestors speak through you sometime. Close your eyes, and let your body move however it wants. You may discover a practice that has lived in your bones this whole time.

#ancestralwisdom #bodymagic #sacreddance

#ecstaticdance #ancestralhealing #ancestralmagic #trance #janare #janara #streghe

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ars Amatoria | ch. XI

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Elucien AU word count: 2,9k words warnings: none

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It feels so right and it feels so good. Here in his arms. Here in Lucien’s strong and warm arms. She has no idea when throughout the night she has ended up in his hold, but actually she does not care. The sensation is too delightful to worry about anything else. Elain takes a deep breath, her nostrils instantly filled with Lucien's enchanting scent. She hums softly, sensing the tall man behind her stir, as he wraps his arm snugly around her.

 “You smell nice. Like a flower.” Lucien's hoarse morning voice dances over her skin like a feather, and leaves goosebumps in its wake. Elain’s body goes rigid as something in her lower belly tightens. 

This feels more than right. This is exactly where Elain belongs. Right in his arms. These thoughts greeted Lucien upon waking up, he can't help but smile, his lips pressed gently against her soft hair. He squeezes her tenderly, wanting to bring her even closer, cherishing every precious moment of this early morning. 

Elain feels the hard press of her husband’s chest against her back, his body touching hers in every place and she finds herself relishing this feeling. "You are so hard,” she mumbles, eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning sunlight. 

Lucien chuckles deeply behind her, his hard chest vibrating against hers. “If you only knew, my lady." 

He gives her another little squeeze before drawing back his arm and flopping onto his back. “As much as I hate leaving this bed right now, we have to go back on the road. I assume the carriage is already waiting for us.” 

A sad feeling, mixed with a hint of frustration, overcomes Elain and she pouts her lips. She does not want to leave this bed right now. She wants to stay here forever if it means Lucien would keep his arm around her. But she of course understands the urgency of them having to leave so early in the morning. If they leave that early they can reach their first stop before dusk, which is a safety measure they have to take. They should not travel in the night, in the darkness.

As Lucien stretches his arms and legs, and cranes his neck, the bones in his body crack audibly. His feet touch the bottom bed frame, while Elain, rolling over, discovers herself gazing at him once again. She is captivated by him.

“You are quite tall,” Elain silently observes and would love nothing more than to just slap her hand over mouth. Obviously her traitorous mouth would form an alliance with her traitorous brain and just say the things she thinks out loud. 

The deep rumble of Lucien’s chuckle fills the room and once again makes the hair on Elain’s body stand. She glimpses up at him so she can face him better and folds her hand under her cheek. Lucien turns his head to look down at her, smiling. “Well, I guess you can say so. You are not quite that tall.” He grins then, his mind already wandering to a place where he lifts her into his arms, carries her around, preferably to their shared bed and—

Lucien cuts his thoughts short and wipes his hand down his face. Elain’s expression has changed and Lucien gathers that what he said has caused her mood to dim. He does not understand, though. The corners of her mouth are a little downcast, her eyes lacking a little bit of their sparkle. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I had no intention to make this sound negative. I find it…quite lovely, sweet, I have to admit. You being shorter is not bad, I just stated a fact.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs up, forming a sheepish smile on his face that Elain can only return with a small grin. 

Once again her thoughts started to go to a place where she compared herself to all the tall and slender women in Italy, who were so lithe, and had those long legs. But if Lucien finds it —her— lovely, she really wants to believe him. “You think so?” 

“I think so, yes.” Lucien reaches over to her, his index finger carefully brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “And I also still firmly believe that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

There is so much admiration in his russet eyes, so much warmth, if Elain stood it would make her knees buckle. She leans into his touch, her eyes fully focused on his, on his long lashes when he blinks his eyes, on the scar on the one side of his face. He leans forward a little, so close his breath is tingling her skin. 

“I bet you tell that every woman,” Elain jokes, a little bit of mischief glowing in her eyes. Lucien drags his index and middle finger down her cheek and then, as softly as possible, flicks her nose. “You are the only one I tell this to, my lovely wife.” His smile is genuine as he says so, his head leaning in a big more. Elain chortles softly, tipping her chin up so she can get just an inch closer. They are breathing the same air, there are only mere inches between their faces. Elain's eyes start to close and—

 A loud knock from the door startles them both and they sit up in bed in one quick movement. Elain pouts her lips, feeling like she has just been caught doing something she should not have done. Although she has just been lying in bed with her husband, exchanging some sweet words and touches. 

“Yes?” Lucien asks, his voice a little raspy and tinged with annoyance. He brushes his hands through his long auburn her, untangling some strands when they wait for an answer.

“The carriage is ready. Messer Mancini has told me to inform you.” 

With a thank you, they accept the information and waste no moment to gather their things, get dressed and ready for the journey back which will them take to some important cities for small stops and also to Modena for an important meeting with no other than Kallias D’Inverno, Duke of Modena. 

Just as the carriage arrives in Piacenza for a small stop they finish the breakfast they have taken along with them for on the road. The carriage comes to a stop and Elain can barely hold herself still. She desperately needs to relief herself, having been wiggling around on the bench in the carriage for the past hour. As the carriage driver opens the door, Elain makes a beeline for the nearest possibility to pee, meaning a public toilet house where there is a row of stone seats you can do your business into. 

Lucien, his arms crossed in front of his chest, leans against the carriage as he waits for her. “Quite a calm day today here,” he comments, directing his question towards the carriage driver. The elder man only grumbles some incomprehensible words into his beard before he goes back to letting the horses drink from a bucket full of water. 

Lucien observes his surroundings, squinting his eyes at the narrow alleyway that Elain disappeared in. He watches the people who pass by, assessing them carefully. You never know who you can trust and who not. And somehow Lucien can’t shake of the unpleasant sensation of being watched, but that is probably just in his mind. He leans his head against the carriage and closes his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as the sun warms his skin. 

It is only when Elain finally appears again, elegantly strolling back to the carriage, that Lucien is filled with a sense of relief. He hasn’t been worried, but something about not seeing her anymore and having to wait for her return made him feel a little uneasy. He smiles brightly when she walks up to him and he helps her climb back into the carriage. 

“Apologies for taking so long. I wanted to wait until no one else was in the room. I hope you understand.” Lucien signals the driver that they can carry on. And, of course, he understands and also tells her so. The journey to Modena is quite uneventful, very calm and most of the time the two of them doze in the carriage. 

When dawn arrives, so do they in the city Modena where they are warmly welcomed by Duke Kallias d’Inverno and his eight month pregnant wife Viviane. They are led into a big dining room, made of the most beautiful white marble. They dine there before the important business discussions start. As it is the norm for women at that time, both Elain and Viviane keep silent during their husbands discussions, only speaking from time to time when they are directly addressed. 

“Money is good and great, we could gladly accept the 10000 fiorini d’oro, but I don’t think it quite suffices. There is something else I might ask of you.” 

Viviane, sitting next to her husband and opposite Elain, starts to shake her head, some strong emotion, almost something like fear or utter disbelief etched into her features. 

Kallias only turns to her and closes his eyes for a moment. “With her limp she will find no husband otherwise,” he tells his wife in a low voice. “It is about our oldest daughter. She once got hit by a carriage and limps since then. Briar. We are looking for a husband for her.” Lucien exchanges a look with Elain and then he parts his mouth, not quite sure what he should answer. “I understand and I am deeply sorry this happened to her, but how can we help?”

Kallias folds his hand on the table, the pain about having to marry her off also obvious in his blue eyes. He does not want to do it, but he wants her to have a husband, she deserves this kind of luck as well. 

“I was wondering if you have a possible suitor for her. If you maybe know a noble man she could wed. Another brother or a cousin?” 

Lucien takes a moment to think and the only person that comes to his mind is Jurian, who is no option — for more than one reason. He would first of all murder him if he wed him off, he has a girlfriend and he is no noble man. 

Lucien looks at Elain who is nibbling on her lower lip, her gaze trained on a mark in the wood on the table in front of her. She looks like she is deep in thought, and somehow plagued by one thought currently coursing through her mind. She tilts her head a little, and glances up at Lucien. Then her lips part, her voice barely above a whisper, and she says, “What about Tamlin?”

The moment the words are spoken, the fire of regret sparks alive in her chest. She is doing the same to the girl that has been done to her, only difference is that Lucien is a good man, but Tamlin might not be. Why she said it, Elain doesn’t really know herself. But she wanted to make a contribution, show that she also knows things and that she can help. She wonders if she did it to prove something to Lucien — look, how amazing I am, I can come up will brilliant ideas that will hurt another person. But she just wanted to also say something, to also be important one day, to make a suggestion that could actually work. Lucien told her about what their father said, them and the Hybern family somehow forming and ally through marriage…. Killing two birds with one stone…or so, is what she wanted to do with her suggestion. 

Elain swallows, her husband’s eyes on her. He looks surprised, and tilts his head from one side to the other. 

“My wife is right, we might have someone.” 

Lucien explains the situation to Kallias, who seems a little wary, but more and more starts to approve of the idea. He watches both Elain and her husband closely, reading their expressions, asking questions and discussing certain things. However, Elain finds herself too consumed by her own tormenting thoughts, contemplating the possibility of having shattered the poor girl's life, to truly concentrate on the current discussion.

She retires earlier than Lucien, saying she is tired from the journey and just wants to catch a bit of sleep before they continue on the next that. Lucien and Kallias are in deep conversation about the pope when Elain slides out of the room and Viviane shows her to her chambers. “I see you are not quite sure about your suggestion, am I right?” Viviane asks when she shows Elain to her room. Elain turns to her, wondering if she has really been so obvious. Well, she has. 

“I am sorry, it sounds silly. I first made the decision and then regret it.” She gives her head a little shake, but Viviane places her hand on Elain’s shoulder. “Not silly at all. We can have further thoughts about certain ideas we suggest. I don’t think it is a bad idea at all. It will make your banks allies again, and it will also secure our alliance. And also our daughter will finally find a husband, she has been longing and hoping for so long.” A sad smile spreads over Viviane's face when she says so. “My marriage was arranged as well and I am happy. Yours was as well, and you don’t seem too sad about it. Maybe, or hopefully, hers will be as well. I am just sad she will live so far away from then on.” 

Elain nods, politely thanking Viviane for her words of assurance. They are like balm to Elain’s plagued heart. A heavy sigh slips through Elain’s lips and she thanks her again, telling her good night and then she slips into her room. She does not bathe this evening, only lets herself fall head first into the bed, wringing with her mind until she eventually falls asleep. 

✢ ✢ ✢

“What is on your mind, my lady?” Having previously pointed out various things about the landscape to Elain, Lucien leans back from the window of the carriage. Elain was mostly only responding to his observations with a simple “mhm”, her mind too full with thoughts to really focus on her husband.

“Something is bothering you. You can tell me. You are my wife, you can always tell me.” 

They are shortly past Bologna then, the sun shining brightly in the cloudless sky. Lucien has just remarked that they are finally nearing a forest which is good as the inside of the carriage heats up quickly and they could really need the time in the cooler forest. 

Her eyebrows are drawn close when Elain lifts her gaze to Lucien and gives her head a little shake. “I just wanted to make an important contribution. I just wanted to be important and now I think I ruined the young girl's life.”

 Lucien doesn’t understand immediately, but when awareness dawns on him he feels an immense wave of empathy for Elain. People with power often have to make decision they later regret or that weigh heavy on them. What Elain suggested is nothing in comparison to what Eris or even he himself already had to do, did.

“Elain,” he softly says, reaching forward to take his wife’s hands into his. “It was a good idea, and I think it benefits a lot of people. Tamlin, deep in his heart, is not a bad man, and I think he will be able to treat her well. Both and Eris and I will make sure he does, or we will skin him alive.” 

Lucien is no anymore so fond of his former friend, things have changed over the past years, but maybe a woman on his side won’t be a bad idea. 

He softly squeezes Elain’s hands, looking deep into her eyes. “And you are important. Not because of this suggestion. You always are important. Every day. To me you are important. Not only because you are my wife. I might not have shown you, but I really—“

The carriage takes a sharp turn, making both Elain and Lucien slam against the walls. Suddenly many noises engulf them. Everything is loud around them. Voices, the neighing of horses, the barking of dogs, and the clashing of swords.

Sharp fear blooms in Elain’s chest as her breathing turns erratic. One of the wheels of the carriage hits something hard, tosses her and Lucien up and once again against the wall. 

“Fucking hell,” Lucien curses, trying to keep his hold on Elain. Another sharp turn and the wheels lift of the ground. It feels like time stands still for a moment, Elain’s temple aching fiercely from where she hit the carriage wall and something wet pools above her eye. She feels weightless, like no gravity exists, and then the carriage flips over, turns and turns and neither of them can brace themselves for the harsh landing that comes a second later. Wood splinters, something pierces Elain’s ribcage and she whines under her breath. With one final flip the carriage slams against a tree and groans loudly. Elain’s head smacks against the wall and the last words she hears before sweet oblivion falls over her  is, “Dead. They are dead. Tell your master we have taken care of the problem.” 

Elain's eyes fall shut a moment later, her thoughts with Lucien, if his heart is still beating in his chest or if those men outside were correct. 

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If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! 🥰😻

💖💖💖 Ty for the ask! Hmm what over sharing can I do on the tumblr app today….

1. I have been belly dancing for 12 years now! I started in college, and have been performing around the US!

2. I once made love to a man who owned a castle in Italy (aka a perfect 10/10) on New Year’s Eve at a shibari party, that was hosted in a 12th century cellar. I think this is one of my fav spontaneous love affairs I’ve had.

3. I’m obsessed with space and if I ever need a rush of anxiety or existential dread I just think about the vastness of space and spiral. 😌😵‍💫

[ni-kol-koru]

a big big thanks to my lovely mutuals @vespersposts and @lylakoi for tagging me in this little answers questiongs game! i am so excited to answer! 🩵

1. Are you named after anyone?

yes! and there is a longish story behind it! my parents struggled having kids for a long time before having my twin sister and i. they tried everything possible, but mum just couldn't stay pregnant. no doctor could tell why and no amount of praying was helping. when they almost gave up, after 8 years of trying, on December 19th, mum finally found out she was pregnant! in Orthodox Christian Calendar that's a day called St. Nikola, and so mum knew that the baby would be named after him, to honor him and thank him for the blessing! then she found out she had identical twin girls! we ended up being born sooner becayse my sister was developing way faster than me and she was so big she was kind of crushing me, leaving me with almost no oxygen. she was eating all my food as well, so i was starving, too. doctors thought i wouldn't survive, but my mum says that she believed in me and was praying to St. Nikola that i would be healthy and okay. and so i was the baby named after him! now i bear a female version of his name, Nikolija!

2. When was the last time you cried?

two days ago actually... before posting my art on here i had a little crying session because i was really worried and thought people wouldn't like and enjoy my work. then i cried from happines when my first like happened a few minutes after i posted!

3. Do you have kids?

no, but maybe one day i would like to have them.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

i don't think so, but some of the people i know claim otherwise?

5. What's your eye color?

dark brown! they are very dark though! most people in my life thought they were black before i pointed a flashlight in them.

6. Scary movies or happy endings?

i am not a fan of scary movies, so happy endings!

7. Any special talents?

not sure if this is a talent, but my intelligence is really high! after doing my iq test my examiner told me that i was really impressive and that the last time she encountered someone so bright was like a decade ago. i have an iq that's between 135 and 145, but i was never given the exact number for some reason?

8. Where were you born?

on a sunny and beautiful August day, in the middle of her vacation abroad, my mum had a weird gut feeling about the babies in her belly. she asked my dad and her parents if she could visit a doctor. when the doctors had a look they said and she had to urgently give birth or one of her babies could die. she originally wanted to go home and give birth there, but she decided she didn't want to risk anything, so, my sister and i were born during mum's vacation in Trieste, Italy!

9. What are your hobbies?

i have a bunch of hobbies! my oldest and absolute favorite hobby is drawing, i do that since i know for myself! i also really love dancing and i have been a folk dancer for a really big part of my life. now i am just a casual part of a folk dancing club because i don't have enough time to commit to it fully... i have a hobby similar to it, and it's learning K-Pop and J-Pop dances! i am a big fan of a few Korean and Japanese groups and i find learning their choreographies enjoyable! i also love learning languages! in school i learned English, Russian and German, and on my own i am learning Japanese and Italian! i might not speak them all fluently, but i am actively working on them! watching anime is one of my favorite hobbies as well! i also play video games, mostly the ones that you create things in, like Minecraft and the Sims! another hobby of mine is collecting K-Pop photocards of my favorite girls, SuA of Dreamcatcher and Nayeon and Dahyun of TWICE! it's my most recent hobby! throughout my life i have tried many more things like singing, crotchet, embroidery, making sculptures, animation, sewing, writing, reading, a few different sports, but these are the ones that stuck with me for the longest!

10. Have you any pets?

yes, i do! i have a cat and a dog! my dog is a black labrador named Oddie! he is turning 10 human years old this year! he is the sweetest and cutest boy, but his health is slowly declining and i am scared for him. he has been by my side since i was 8 and i wish he could stay by my side forever, he is truly my favorite dog ever! i also have a black cat! my mum's friend found him in the garden and now he is our precious Leo. he is cuddly and sweet and he loves spending time outdoors. he sometimes gets injured and gives us heart attacks, but he always ends up being okay!

11. What sports do you play/have played?

if dancing folklore is a sport, then yes! i have also attempted volleyball and basketball a couple of times in my life, but i am really clumsy with my hands so i was never good at them and quit them really quickly.

12. How tall are you?

i was around 168cm last time i checked it!

13. Favorite subject in school?

i really love Geography, History and English. though Biology and Chemistry are right behind them!

14. Dream job?

a concept artist for cartoons. that is something i want to do since i was literally 10 years old and i still stand by it! if that doesn't work out then becoming a tattoo artist sounds awesome! i already draw a lot on people in my school and it is really fun, and the job is very well paid!

anyone who follows me is open to answer these questions!

though, i would really like to hear your answers: @mibuchis @zelandiangelo @shofii-j @kumikoshortcake @candycaneaddict @shintaroukazunari @teiasstuff @tamnozeleno @nat6lie 🩵

[hookedonapirate]

Sneak Peek - Lady Cassidy's Lover

Chapter Ten

Emma is both grateful and resentful for the day Mary Margaret is to arrive. Grateful to be leaving this Godforsaken place, but resentful of not seeing her gamekeeper for three weeks. She’ll be even more resentful if she can’t sleep with him the night before she leaves. If Mary Margaret is against the idea. 

So Emma thought ahead and told him that if everything promises well for their night together, she will hang a green shawl out the window for him to see when he takes his daily stroll through the park. If there is a change in their plan, a red one.

“It will be so good for your ladyship to have a change,” Johanna comments as she helps Emma pack.

“I think it will.” Emma folds her clothes and places them in her suitcase. “You don’t mind having Sir Neal on your hands for a time without me, do you?”

Johanna waves off her concern. “Oh, no, I can manage him quite alright. Don’t you think he’s better than he used to be?”

Emma smiles appreciatively. She has to admit, Neal has been much more tolerable to be around and much less needy since Johanna entered their lives. “Oh, much. You have done wonders with him.”

“It’s nothing, really. Men are all alike, just babies, and you have to flatter them, wheedle them and let them think they’re having their own way. Don’t you find it so, Milady?”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She may not have had much experience with raising children, but she remembers how Neal was when she was his caretaker. A small smile tugs at her lips at the thought of gaining the experience of raising a child with Killian.

Mary Margaret arrives at Goldby in her car, suitcase strapped behind her seat. Emma is only allowed one suitcase, as well, but she had sent a trunk to her father, who is taking a train from Scotland. No use taking a car to Venice. And in July, Italy is much too hot to motor in.

Emma runs out to greet her sister, accosting her with a big hug.

“It’s been so long!” Mary Margaret pulls back and grabs Emma’s arms to get a good look at her. “Oh, Emma, you look so much healthier than before!” The corner of her mouth twitches into a smirk. “You look happy!”

Emma’s cheeks heat, knowing there is one person in particular who is the cause of her pleasant appearance these days. She no longer appears ill or on the verge of death, but rather radiant, her cheeks fuller, her eyes sparkling with life. She is definitely happy.

She grabs Mary Margaret’s hand, and they run inside and go upstairs to chat privately, butterflies swarming in her belly as they enter her bedroom and shut the door. “You know I’ve met someone, don’t you?”

Mary Margaret grins and lunges for Emma, tickling her sides. Emma squeals, and they both giggle as they sit on the edge of her bed, facing each other. 

“I gathered from your letters.” 

Emma is relieved she’s not upset by this new development. Mary Margaret never cared for Neal anyway.

“I tried to tell myself it was nothing, I tried to stay away, I did.” But as Emma is telling her sister this, she knows she didn’t honestly try all that hard. “But I can’t. He…”—she swoons, struggling to find the adequate words to describe how she feels about him—“I really love him!” She bites her bottom lip, wondering how her sister will feel about her staying the night with him. “And…I said I would stay with him tonight. I promised.”

Not seeming the least bit perturbed, Mary Margaret nods and joins her hands in her lap, her big green eyes dancing with curiosity. “Are you going to tell me who he is?”

“Killian Jones,” Emma answers proudly. “He’s our gamekeeper.”

[soulmusicsongs]

Soul Around The World in 27 Songs

Soul Around The World: Soul music became popular around the world, influencing countless artists across the world. We’ve put together a list with 27 'Soul Around The World Songs'.

Basa Bongo - The Yoruba Singers (Basa Bongo / Black Pepper, 1975) - Guyana

Cuando Llego A Mi Casa - Los Brito (Los Brito, 1977) - Cuba

Cuarto Oscuro - Los Zheros (Cuarto Oscuro, 1974) - Peru

Dancing Time- The Funkees (Dancing Time / Ogbu Achara, 1972) Nigeria

Etuei - CK Mann Big Band (C. K. Mann Big Band, 1976) - Ghana

Fakye Me - Sweet Talks (Adam & Eve, 1975) - Ghana

Five Pop Four Pudding - Giovanni Tommaso With The Healthy Food Band (La Banda Del Cibo Salutare, 1970) - Italy

Forssa Saeeda - The Scorpions & Saif Abu Bakr (Jazz, 1980) - Sudan

Hume Mmobo Me Nyame E! - Smart Nkansah 's Black Hustlers (Smart Nkansah's Black Hustlers Of Ghana, 1978) - Ghana

Kekeh - Uta Bella (Kekeh / Meyilamba, 1973) - Cameroon

Let's Get it Together - Fooka Mainty Band (The Mellow / Let's Get it Together, 1976) - France

Mahlalela (Lazy Bones) - Letta Mbulu ‎(Letta, 1970) - South Africa

Marabuena - Charly Antolini's Power Dozen (Atomic Drums, 1972) - Germany

Mengenang Dirimu - Ahmad Nawab (Ahmad Nawab, 1979) - Malaysia

Money - Nath and Martin Brothers (Money, 1974) - Nigeria

Ne Noya - Cos-Ber-Zam (Ne Nyoa / Cicavi Nye, 1973) - Togo

The New Bag - The Exciters (Conozco A Los Dos, 1971) - Panama

Ou Qué De Moin - Monsieur X (Ou Qué Di Moin / Je Demande Qui Je Suis, 1970) - Guadeloupe

Pasta and Fagioli - Alan Taylor ‎(Pasta & Fagioli / A Song For You = A Te Sola, 1977) - Italy

This Is Music - Sidiku Buari (Revolution (Live Disco Show In New York City), 1979) - Ghana

Ti Gaçon - Ibo Combo (Café, 1972) - Haiti

Tighten Up - Al Escobar & His Orchestra (El Sonido Moderno De Al Escobar / The Modern Sounds Of Al Escobar, 1969) - Colombia

Tizita - Getatchew Mekuria (Getatchew Mekuria And His Saxophone, 1972)- Ethiopia

An Ugly Person - Orchestra Diretta Da Puccio Roelens (Quelli Belli Come Noi / An Ugly Person, 1969) - Italy

Vinte Menina - Tom & Dito (Revertério, 1976) - Brasil

Walk Back - The Beachers (Africa Caliente, 1968) - Panama

You Talk Too Much - Spooky & Sue (Spooky & Sue, 1974) - The Netherlands

More Soul Around The World Songs

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[lyrics365]

Italy Forma

Ah, her zaman APP plaka Big body benz, gelir Bingöl’den plaka, whoa Okay, kontak Batman’dan Cali Bağdat’tan Paris, siktir git, diggi (Grr) Kalktım yataktan, ateşledim Çaktım şefe selam, menüme ahtapot ekledim (Grr) Olamam negatif, oynar kalçalar belly dance (Grr) Fuck buddy’m tatilde, fotoğraf gelir Bali’den (Grr) Yapamam Christmas plan, yine de yağar kar Yaşantım business man, sevildiğim yer…

[mysterymirrors]

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