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Tips on skin care for women

Here are some tips for women to help maintain healthy and radiant skin:

1. Know your skin type: Understanding your skin type is the first step in creating a tailored skincare routine.

2. Hydrate: Drink plenty of water to keep skin hydrated from within.

3. Cleanse: Use a gentle cleanser to remove dirt, oil, and makeup, and avoid over-cleansing.

4.Tone: Balance skin's pH with a toner.

5 Treat: Apply treatments, such as serums or spot treatments, to target specific skin concerns.

6. Moisturize: Hydrate skin with a moisturizer to prevent dryness and fine lines.

7. Protect: Wear broad-spectrum sunscreen with SPF 30 or higher to protect skin from harmful UV rays.

8. Healthy lifestyle choices: Eat a healthy diet, get enough sleep, avoid smoking, and manage stress to keep skin healthy.

9. Avoid environmental damage: Limit sun exposure and use gentle skincare products.

10.Pay attention to hormonal changes: Hormonal changes during menopause, pregnancy, and menstruation can affect skin, so be mindful of these changes and adjust your skincare routine accordingly.

 By following these tips and developing a consistent skincare routine, women can help maintain healthy and radiant skin and prevent common skin concerns such as wrinkles, sun damage, and breakouts.

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[bruhnze]

Vacationnn part 2 - Lucy x Ona

Summary: Lucy wants to go to the Philippines and Ona agrees to go there over Christmas break.

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut, they are madly in love, smut. Minors DNI. Fanfiction.

Words: ~4k

Written based on a request from @pinkygirl28 <3.

Part one can be found here.

As they left the beach, neither of them said a word, the tension between them hung thick in the air.

The short walk to the villa was filled with quick glances and teasing touches, both of them were still in their bikinis, too worked up to had bothered getting dressed. Their skin was sun-kissed warm from the beach.

When they stepped into the little backyard of their private villa, Ona immediately made her way over to the outdoor shower, turning on the water to wash the sand from her feet.

Lucy dropped the tote bag and towels onto the table, kicking off her flip-flops. Her gaze locked onto Ona, standing there in just her bikini. The sight made her pulse quicken, and any patience she had left was gone.

Without a word, Lucy moved up behind Ona, her hands already on her hips as she pressed her body against her girlfriend’s.

The cool water from the shower hit them both by this action, but Lucy didn’t care. She could only focus on the feel of Ona beneath her touch. The way her skin felt against hers.

Ona braced herself against the wall of the shower, chuckling in surprise as the cold stream hit her, but her laughter faded when Lucy’s lips found her neck.

The heat of Lucy’s mouth contrasted against the cool water, making Ona shiver. She could feel Lucy’s hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her skin, her touch sending sparks of anticipation through her.

The chuckling stopped completely when Ona felt Lucy’s eager fingers untie her bikini top. The fabric slipped away, discarded carelessly onto the ground.

Lucy’s hands slid over Ona’s bare chest now, her mouth trailing kisses down her back, grazing her teeth along her shoulders. Ona’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the wall a little tighter as Lucy's touch became more desperate.

Her hands moved to squeeze Ona’s hips, pulling her impossibly close, the water streaming down both their bodies as the tension grew. Ona arched her back slightly, the feeling of Lucy pressed against her ass making her pulse race.

The cool shower did little to dampen the heath between them. Lucy’s breath was hot against Ona’s neck, her lips grazing the skin there as her fingers slid up, cupping Ona’s breasts again. She squeezed gently, her thumbs teasing across Ona’s nipples.

Ona let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she leaned into Lucy's touch.

One of Lucy’s hands slid down, teasing its way lower over Ona’s stomach before finally dipping between her legs. Ona's breath hitched as Lucy's fingers explored her, moving with a slow, deliberate touch that had her knees threatening to give out.

Lucy’s lips found Ona’s ear, her teeth gently tugging at her earlobe as her fingers continued their teasing, earning a groan from Ona as she dipped at her entrance.

"Mm, I’ve barely even touched you," Lucy murmured, her voice thick with desire as her fingers felt just how wet Ona was. "What’s gotten you so worked up, then?" she teased, her lips grazing Ona’s skin before nipping playfully.

Lucy’s attitude had Ona’s body trembling, her hips instinctively pressing back against her girlfriend.

Ona’s breath was ragged now, and the teasing was almost too much to bear. She wanted more. Needed more. "Luce," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want.. ‘’

Lucy slightly pulled back, ‘’hm, what do you want love?’’

‘’I want the strap." The barely audible words left Ona’s lips with a mixture of urgency and need, her body arching into Lucy’s touch.

Lucy froze for a moment, letting the request sink in, her grip tightening on Ona’s hips. Gently, she turned her around to face her, their eyes locking. The look in her eyes was primal, filled with a hunger that was mirrored in Ona’s own gaze.

Their lips collided in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as they stumbled back towards the villa.

The intensity of the kiss deepened, hands gripping, bodies pressing closer, neither of them able to get enough.

As they shuffled towards the glass door, Lucy’s hand reached for the handle, but it didn’t budge. It was locked.

"Fuck," Lucy muttered, breaking away from Ona, her breath ragged. She shot a glance at the tote bag where the keys were before sprinting over to it.

She turned it upside down, letting the contents spill out onto the table.

She grabbed the key and made her way back, fumbling with the lock as Ona followed, pressing light kisses along Lucy’s bare shoulder, her damp skin cool against Lucy’s warmth.

"Why the fuck did we even go to the beach?" Lucy muttered under her breath, frustration and desire flooding her.

Ona smirked against her back. "I don't know either," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

The door finally clicked open, Lucy pushed it wide open, pulling Ona inside with a gentle but firm tug.

Without hesitation, Ona slipped out of her bikini bottoms, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. Her skin, still glistening from the shower, caught by the sunlight shining through the villa as she moved toward their suitcases.

Lucy watched after her, tugging her own bikini off as she stepped closer, the sound of the wet fabric hitting the floor barely registering. She couldn't help but admire Ona’s body, it took everything in her not to reach out for immediately.

When Ona turned around, strap in hand, Lucy stepped closer, closing the space between them with a kiss that was slower this time. It was more intentional.

The urgency was still there, but now that they were exactly where they wanted to be, it was more beneath the surface.

They both knew what was coming, and neither wanted to rush it.

"Been thinking ‘bout this," Lucy murmured against Ona's lips, her breath warm and ragged.

Ona hummed into the kiss, her fingers brushing Lucy’s jawline as she whispered, "mhm yo también."

They shared a quiet look before Lucy stepped into the harness, it felt as if they’d just done this just yesterday as Ona helped adjust the straps without a struggle. But it had been weeks ago. Their fingers grazed each other, the lightest touch sending sparks between them.

Ona grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto the strap. Her eyes stayed locked on Lucy’s as she spread it slowly, almost teasingly, even though Lucy couldn’t feel it.

Lucy instinctively moved her hips, thrusting into Ona’s hands with a playful smirk.

Biting her lip, Ona watched the motion, hunger sharpening in her gaze. Her breathing quickened as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, her hands sliding to Lucy’s hips, pulling her even closer.

They kissed again, slower this time. Ona felt the coated strap between them, pressed up against her stomach, her body was trembling from anticipation as the tension built between them impossibly more.

As their kiss deepened, Ona pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against Lucy's. Her voice came out low, almost a plea. "Luce, fuck,’’ she breathed, ‘’want you."

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat pounding through her whole body at how turned on she was. The state of her girlfriend was turning her on incredibly. She held Ona’s gaze.

"Fuck," Lucy whispered back, ‘’your fucking incredible Ona, I want you always,’’ her voice barely audible.

Ona didn’t need any more encouragement. She gave Lucy one last lingering kiss, her lips trailing down Lucy’s neck before finally pulling away. She gave Lucy one last look, her eyes dark with want, before turning and crawling onto the bed.

She positioned herself at the edge, back arched, legs parted. Ona's body was buzzing with desire, the air thick with it, every breath heavy with anticipation. She was soaked, so turned on that she couldn’t think straight anymore. She could only think about Lucy. Lucy fucking her. Filling her.

Lucy approached her with a mix of caution and hunger, her fingers trailing gently along Ona’s back, down to the curve of her hips. She could feel how tense Ona was, the way her body trembled with need.

Slowly, Lucy’s hand dipped lower, her fingers finding Ona's heat. She traced teasing circles, feeling Ona’s slickness against her fingertips, causing a low moan to escape Ona’s lips.

"God, I missed you," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with longing as she pressed her fingers inside.

Ona's head dropped forward, her hands gripping the bed as her breath caught in her throat. The slow, teasing rhythm of Lucy's fingers left her trembling.

As Lucy continued, her own breathing quickened, feeling Ona move against her hand. She bit her lip, savoring every little sound Ona made.

When Ona’s moans grew more insistent, Lucy reluctantly pulled her hand away.

She reached for the strap, and as she took it in her hand, she kept her eyes on Ona, whose body was practically humming with need. She looked so ready for her.  

Finally Lucy pressed the strap gently against Ona’s slick heat, savoring the way she shuddered beneath her. Then, slowly, she eased inside, watching as Ona’s head dropped forward again, letting out a breathless moan.

The stretch was perfect, Ona felt full, but not overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as Lucy began to move, her hips falling into a slow, steady rhythm.

Lucy’s hands tightened on Ona's hips, pulling her closer with every thrust.

One hand slid up, tracing the curve of Ona’s spine until it reached her neck. A surge of possessive desire rushed through Lucy. She needed to see her girlfriend's face. "Let me see you," Lucy murmured, her voice rough.

But Ona didn’t turn her head. Her focus was on matching Lucy’s rhythm, the pleasure pulsing through her body too consuming to pull away from.

Lucy slowed down, her hips grinding into Ona’s before she pulled out, gently maneuvering her to turn around.

"C’mere," Lucy whispered, her lips capturing Ona’s again in a kiss. The kiss brought Ona back to herself, her mind clearing just enough to let her hands roam over Lucy’s body.

When they finally pulled apart, Ona’s breathing was ragged, her pupils blown with lust. "Quiero.. to.. uh, ride you," she whispered, her voice heavy with need.

Lucy grinned, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the pillows. She could definitely get behind Ona's plan—or under it, this time.

Ona straddled her hips, positioning herself over Lucy’s strap, her eyes locked onto Lucy’s as she slowly sank down onto her, taking her in inch by inch.

The sensation was intense, and Lucy’s hands found Ona’s hips, gripping tightly as she felt Ona begin to move. Ona’s hips danced, the rhythm building with every passing second.

Her body swayed above Lucy, her breasts bouncing with every movement, and Lucy couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her.

Ona’s back arched as she rode Lucy harder, her moans growing louder as she settled into a steady rhythm. Lucy’s hands moved from her hips, gliding up to cup Ona’s breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples.

Ona’s head tilted back in response, her movements becoming even more desperate as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Fuck, you’re driving me crazy," Lucy groaned, her voice thick with lust. She could feel the tension building in Ona’s body, the way her breath hitched and her movements became erratic. ‘’Y’Look so fucking gorgeous.’’

Unable to resist, Lucy sat up slightly, her arms wrapping around Ona, pulling her body closer. She wanted to feel every inch of her, their slick skin pressing together as Ona moved against her.

Lucy's lips found Ona’s neck, kissing and biting gently as Ona’s movements grew more frantic. Ona’s moans were music to Lucy’s ears, each sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

As Ona rode her, her hips moving in perfect sync with Lucy's thrusts, she could feel the orgasm building inside her, the heat coiling tight in her belly.

One of Lucy’s hands held her waist, guiding her movements, while the other hand reached between their bodies, finding her clit. Bringing Ona closer and closer to the edge.

When Ona finally came, it was like a big wave crashing over her. Her whole body trembled as her orgasm hit, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as she buried her face in Lucy’s neck.

Lucy held her, helping her ride it out, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible.

Ona’s body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, her nails digging into Lucy’s shoulders as she rode out the high. Lucy whispered soft praises into her ear, her own body buzzing with the intensity of the moment.

When Ona finally collapsed against Lucy’s chest, completely spent, both of them were breathing hard, their bodies no longer just damp from the shower, glistened with a layer of sweat.

They laid back. Lucy, tracing gentle circles along Ona's skin as they both caught their breath. Ona’s cheek was pressed to Lucy’s chest, their bodies were warm from the intensity that had just passed.

"How are you feeling?" Lucy asked softly, her fingers trailing along Ona's back in lazy patterns.

Ona didn’t speak at first, only responding with a few soft kisses to Lucy’s neck. She hummed contentedly, her hand resting on Lucy’s stomach.

"Perfect, increïble." Ona eventually murmured, her voice low and drowsy.

Lucy smiled. "How are your legs, though?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice.

Ona groaned softly, lifting her head with a confused look. "Why?"

A mischievous glint sparkled in Lucy's eyes. "If you want.. I want´´ She trailed off, her voice dropping to a low whisper. ´´Uhm, if you’re not too tired yet..."

Ona blinked, her lips curving into a smile. Before Lucy could continue, she leaned in for a kiss.

She shifted, sitting up just enough to get off the strap. She whimpered at the empty feeling but didn’t break the kiss.

Soon Ona’s heath pressed against Lucy's thigh, a soft grind of her hips making Lucy’s breath catch.

"I want you to sit on my face," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with desire as she urged Ona gently, her hands on Ona pulling her towards her already.

Ona bit her lips watching Lucy for a second, before moving up and settling herself over Lucy’s face.

Lucy had missed this, missed having Ona in this way. Her hands gripped Ona's hips, guiding her. She was dying to taste her again.

Ona’s soft gasps and moans filled the air, and Lucy felt the tension coil inside herself too, every sensation of Ona's body above hers driving her wild. Her sounds, her taste, how she felt. She was sure she had the sexiest girlfriend on earth.

As Ona moved, Lucy’s own need built, but she wanted to focus on her girlfriend first.

Ona’s fingers tangled in Lucy's hair, pulling her even closer as she teetered on the edge, breathless and trembling.

When Ona came again, Lucy slowed her movements, allowing her to ride out the pleasure, although her own need was taking over her mind. Ona hovered above her, chest heaving, lost in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Lucy’s hand slid down to her own body, the ache too intense to ignore. She unclipped one side of the harness, reaching for her clit. A low groan escaped her lips as she began to circle it, her breath hitching.

She felt a little bit like she was suffocating, but everything felt too good to do anything about it.

Ona, still catching her breath, glanced down at Lucy, noticing the struggle in her expression, the way her body tensed. She moved aside, settling against the headboard.

A smirk tugged at Ona’s lips as she noticed Lucy was touching herself, her girlfriend’s body trembling, heels digging into the mattress. The sight of Lucy lost in her own pleasure was mesmerizing.

Not even two minutes passed before Lucy’s body stiffened, her back arching as a strangled moan broke from her throat.

Ona stayed quiet, letting the moment linger, until Lucy finally opened her eyes, her hand falling away as her body sagged into the bed.

"Couldn’t wait?" Ona teased, chuckling softly, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Lucy’s face.

Lucy, still hazy from her release, blinked up at her. "You do things to me."

Ona chuckled, kneeling beside her as she removed the harness from Lucy's body. Her lips trailed after her fingers, leaving soft kisses along Lucy’s stomach and thighs.

Lucy parted her legs slightly in invitation, her breath hitching at the soft kisses Ona trailed lower. "Fuck Ona.’’

Ona took her time, savoring the moment. Lucy’s body trembled beneath her touch, still sensitive from her recent release, every nerve heightened.

When Ona’s tongue finally found its mark, Lucy’s back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand instinctively reached down, threading through Ona’s hair, holding her close.

Lucy took control, her hips moving in rhythm, grinding against Ona’s mouth with a desperate need. Their bodies worked in perfect sync, both of them chasing a second high for Lucy.

The feeling of cumming when they where together was unlike anything else, a connection that ran deeper than just the physical. They missed this since they lived in different countries, but then when they where together it was amazing.

The intensity built quickly, and Lucy’s body shook as another release washed over her, a quiet moan escaping her lips as Ona held her hips down.

When she finally stilled, Lucy let out a long breath, her body relaxing.

Ona moved back up, lying beside Lucy as they both settled into the pillows. For a moment, they just lay there, catching their breath, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing.

Lucy turned her head, a soft smile on her lips as she met Ona’s gaze. "I missed you," she murmured, her voice low and tender.

Ona smiled back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lucy’s skin. "I missed you too," she said, her tone equally soft. "Been thinking about you… about this. A lot."

Lucy chuckled quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss against Ona’s lips. "We were kind of crazy for even going to the beach this morning, weren’t we?" she teased, shaking her head.

Ona grinned, nuzzling into the crook of Lucy’s neck. "Yeah, I don’t know what we were thinking. I’ve been wet since breakfast." She whispered it like a secret.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh really? I hadn’t noticed."

"Well, you didn’t notice until we packed the bag," Ona teased, her fingers grazing Lucy’s arm.

Lucy laughed, tilting her head in mock defeat. "Okay, maybe true. But if you’d mentioned it at breakfast, I would’ve been ready then too."

Ona rolled her eyes, laughing. "Yeah, but you’re always ready."

"It’s hard not to be when my girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet," Lucy said, letting her hand travel to Ona’s ass.

"Ugh, stop," Ona chuckled, burying her face against Lucy’s neck, trying to hide the smile that wouldn’t leave her face.

Lucy grinned, her fingers running gently through Ona’s hair. "What? Can’t I tell the truth?"

"You cannn," Ona laughed, pulling back to look at her. "But this is supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and the things I want to do right now… not exactly relaxing."

Lucy laughed. "You still want more?"

"Mhm, definitely" Ona lifted her head with a teasing grin. "I’ve got some ideas... we can shower, grab some lunch, and then maybe stay here for the day. Do a little naked tanning by the pool... or in the pool." Her smile turned mischievous as she watched Lucy’s reaction.

Lucy’s eyes lit up, pulling Ona closer until their lips brushed. "Mmm, now that sounds like a plan," she whispered. "You can plan everything this vacation, babe. I’m all yours." She kissed Ona softly, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. "And don’t worry... I’m definitely not done with you yet either."

They stayed like that for a while, tangled up together, savoring the closeness before finally getting ready to leave the bed.

..

After a this time successful shower, in the bathroom inside the house, Lucy and Ona had cleaned the floor from their earlier antics and gathered all their things from outside.

Once everything was tidied up, they left the villa and wandered over to a nearby village, a bit further away from the resort. There was a small shop and some street food stalls.

Lucy had searched it on her phone, she loved eating new things and she wanted to try local food.

At the shop, they picked up cold drinks and some snacks for during the week. From the street food vendor, they ordered things like grilled chicken skewers, caramelized fried bananas and crispy rolls filled with sweet jackfruit.

Ona smiled to herself as Lucy talked to the man who was very excited about the food he was selling, handing Lucy pieces to taste. Lucy tasted them and handed Ona the things she thought Ona would like the taste of.

"You're getting so much food," Ona chuckled as she saw Lucy agreeing to thing after thing being put in plastic containers.

Lucy smiled innocently. "What, I’m hungry," she said, ‘’and this man is so nice, here,’’ she handed her something new, ‘’and this tastes amazing, doesn’t it.’’

..

When they were back at the villa, Lucy still held the bags. Ona offered to help unpack and set the table. Lucy glanced at her, smirking, “Maybe you can sunbathe or swim a couple of minutes, if you want. I’ll set the table.’’

Ona chuckled, shaking her head. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

Lucy shrugged with an innocent look, that smirk still playing at the corner of her lips. “I mean, you can help if you really want to…”

Ona decided to ‘help’ Lucy in the kitchen, but instead of actually doing much, she hopped up onto the counter, her legs dangling as she watched Lucy attentively.

Lucy rolled her eyes fondly at her, shaking her head as she prepped two plates.

Lucy took a piece of food, holding it out to Ona. But just as Ona leaned forward to take a bite, Lucy swiftly pulled it away, leaning in to kiss her instead.

The move took Ona by surprise, but she happily accepted the kiss and caught Lucy between her legs, pulling her closer.

“This whole trip is going to be like this, isn’t it?” Ona grinned as they pulled apart.

Lucy’s grinned cheekily as she gazed at Ona. She pretended to think for a second before nodding slowly, wrapping her arms around Ona's waist. “Mhm, absolutely. Every single minute.”

Ona laughed softly as Lucy kissed her, the warmth between them lingering like the sun outside. Pulling back just slightly, Lucy grinned, her hands tracing soft patterns on Ona’s waist.

“You know,” Lucy began, her eyes sparkling with a playful twinkle, “I’ve decided something.”

Ona tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”

“In our future house, I want an outdoor shower,” Lucy said with a smirk.

Ona chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Of course you do. So we need a pool too then.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, ” Lucy grinned wider, brushing a strand of hair from Ona’s face. “Just the shower will do, but I guess a pool is always a plus.”

Ona couldn’t help but roll her eyes, she pulled her girlfriend even closer. “Crazy.’’ She called Lucy, before kissing her again.

‘’But you love it.’’ Lucy stated between kisses.

‘’Mhm, I love it.’’

‘’I love you.’’

Ona chuckled, ‘’it’s a good thing we’re alone, I’m sure if there was anyone here they’d need a bucket.’’

Lucy frowned, ‘’what?’’.

‘’Nothing,’’ Ona reached below Lucy’s shirt, grabbing her sides to pull her even closer, ‘’I love you most.’’

[sungbyhoon]

SIM JAEYUN. over 85

Finding out that Jake had a night shift the day after visiting your relatives to fix your stressing family issues had obviously been upsetting for you. You ended up being left alone in your room, having nothing to do but scroll on your phone mindlessly in the dim light.

You stared at the texts you had with Jake, reading the messages from him apologizing for not being able to come over until late at night. Don't get him wrong, he always tried his best to be with you; really, sometimes his job just consumes him a little too much.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as his shift ended, he got his things packed and left his workplace without even greeting his co-workers goodbye, hopping into his car and driving over 85 just to get to you faster.

“Who would care, right? It's 12:34 at night.” He mumbled to himself, his hands placed firmly on the steering wheel. He didn't care if he got called over for speeding, just anything he would do to be there for his baby. — When he got to your house, he parked his car in front of your porch and turned the doorknob to the door that seemed to be locked. “Ah shit, seriously?” He looked around, and above the window was the spare key you told him about the other day, just in case he decided to come over late at night again.

He carefully opened the door to your room, being quiet just in case you were already asleep. There was a sweet-looking sleeping you on the bed, making him smile at the sight. With careful steps, he walked over to you, sat on the bed opposite the side you were on, and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You shuffled slightly, the soft sounds of your warm blanket keeping you snug from the cold air and your skin brushing against the bedsheets being the only thing heard in the room other than the combined sounds of his breathing and yours.

Jake chuckled softly, seeing your eyes flutter open as you smiled upon seeing him. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” He took his jacket off and put it to the side to be able to lay beside you comfortably. After trying to wake you up more with a passionate yet gentle make-out session, and with his arms snaking around your waist, he told you about how he had speeded just to be able to spend more time with you, which you were concerned about yet laughed softly at how cute and thoughtful he was.

“Really? You seriously didn't have to do that... You could have gotten fined if there were any police around, silly.” You teased while looking at his handsome face. “Well, I drove over 85 because I wanted to be by your side, of course.” He smiled back, giving you another quick peck on the lips.

“How cheesy of you, Sim Jaeyun.”

inspired by the song below ^_^ also if you're wondering how he got away with speeding .. WELL in my city there are no police around the main streets when it's late at night so you can kinda get away with 3 ppl on a motorcycle or not wearing a helmet idk LOL it's funny. Philippines amirite. The police don't do much in my area really 💯

[sirenreputation]

Maraya.

Prologue

Prologue summary

“Wukong lost someone so dear to him in the battle of the raging war in the Pearl of the Orient Sea. Many years have passed, but he has found her again… or perhaps she has found him.”

Author’s Note

“Hello, I want to make a fanfiction where our MC is a Filipina”

“The wind in the air feels nice”

Those were her last words, spoken as I held her in my arms, her life bleeding away. Her beautiful hair, once vibrant, was stained crimson. Blood marred her exquisite skin, dimming the light in her once-bright eyes, which now stared dully at me.

“Peaches...?”

My voice cracked. She lay still in my arms, numb, cold—so terribly, unbearably cold. Tears escaped, tracing a path down my cheeks and onto her face. Even in death, she was beautiful.

“WUKONG...!”

“WUKONG!!!”

My eyes flickered open to see MK staring at me, worry etched on his face. He really did care, this kid. It reminded me of her. A smile spread across my face as I approached him, ruffling his hair. "Hey, kid! You're early." MK sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a grin tugging at his lips. "Well… I came because I wanted you to meet my best friend! She's from the Philippines, and… well, she's your biggest fan! …Besides me, of course!"

“You know well enough ki-”

He cut me off abruptly, his hands flailing as he struggled to stammer out his words, his stutter tripping him up.

“I know! I know! It’s just that I wanted you to meet her! But she is special!! Really is!!”

"Special?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my gut. I was about to ask what he meant when my gaze landed on a familiar sight in the background. The same eyes, the same skin, the same smile… My heart plummeted as I saw her, looking around the area. Her eyes darted to me, and just like thousands of years ago, that familiar warmth bloomed on my cheek, my stomach fluttering in response. Oh, how I missed her smile, her eyes, the way she looked at me… Fuck. Was my mind playing tricks on me?

“Monkey king?”

MK’s voice cut me off the trans that I was in moments ago

“Monkey king? Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? If not- “

I cut the boy off with my sound of my chuckle, I look at him smiling and again ruffles his hair

“Pshhh kid! Do you know who your mentor is? I’m the Monkey king I never get sick!”

And that I gently push him to the side and extend my arms to her.

“Hey! I’m Monkey King!”

I want to touch her.. I want to touch her hand, I want to feel her warmth so bad I wanted to know that she is real, I want to know that she is here... Alive.

Oh please buddah...don't let this be a dream.. oh please no...

She look at me adoration filled her eyes as she takes my hand, her warm hands… oh how I miss her… I miss her dearly

“It’s nice to see you Monkey King!! Oh my gosh I’ve been you're biggest fan!!”

She happily shakes my arms as her smile shines so brightly. She gently let’s go of my hand and my heart drop for a second when I don’t feel her warmth, I wanted to grab her arms and hold it longer, but I restrain myself

“I’m (Name), it’s so good to finally see you! I- I mean meet you! Monkey King”

I saw her cheek blush, Oh her voice… I can finally hear it for so many years since I’ve last heard it, she continues to tell me about my stories that she has heard from MK, I can’t help but again but to laugh. I wanted her to stay. To Listen to her tell me stories that she heard about me, but I can't, I have to trained MK

“As much as I want to hear you telling me stories that MK told you but alas, I have to train him, your free to roam around the mountain if you like”

She looked at me blushing realizing that she had taken some time, and she held her hair from her sides and used it to cover her face.

“Oh my! Sorry!! For taking your precious time to hear me telling you stories that you already know of!”

She covered her face, a gesture that felt strangely familiar, a déjà vu moment. It was exactly how she'd reacted in her past life when shy or embarrassed. Even after centuries, she hadn't changed. Following her gaze to the left, I flinched at a soft gasp. She hurried toward a nearby rock, where dozens of baby monkeys stared at her with wide, curious eyes. Her face lit up; a radiant smile bloomed as she interacted with them. The slightly older monkeys recognized her instantly. I heard MK chuckle softly as he watched her playful interaction with the little creatures.

“Wow, never knew she was good with animals”

He giggled, and I couldn't help but giggle along. I tugged MK's shoulder, giving him my most smug smirk. "C'mon, kid," I said, and a determined look, a matching smile, spread across his face as he ran toward the training area. Before catching up, I turned to the older monkeys and whispered…

“ Watch her while I trained MK kay?”

I whispered to them, where they gave me a bright smile and I patted their heads.

“MONKEY KING”

I heard MK yelled which I chuckles, and using my cloud I quickly go to MK sides and I saw him readying himself which I gave him a smirk

“Let’s get this started”

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A loud clash and yelling could be heard a few blocks away, causing me to look toward the sound. There, I saw MK and the Monkey King training. Never in my life had I met the legendary Monkey King! I’ve never felt so honored. I remembered being amazed by Journey to the West as a child. I'm so thankful I met MK; otherwise, I wouldn't have met the Monkey King! I'll be forever grateful to MK.

"Chirp!" I was startled from my thoughts by a small chirp. Looking down, I saw the most adorable, cutest little monkey! I couldn't help but gently pick it up and kiss its forehead. It seemed so friendly, which was odd, as I'd read that monkeys can be aggressive, especially with their young.

"Hey there, little one!" I squeaked, gently putting the baby monkey down as others joined us. This made me giggle.

“OOF”

I let out an "Oof!" as a monkey jumped onto my back and began grooming me. I appreciated this affectionate gesture. I laughed and gently put the monkey down. Then, I heard someone calling my name.

“(Name)!”

I paused, my gaze sweeping across the chattering monkeys. Their ears, surprisingly large and sensitive-looking, twitched, swiveling towards the sound as if on invisible hinges. They'd heard it too. A chill prickled my skin, not just from the slight breeze rustling through the leaves overhead, but a deeper, primal unease. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with an unseen presence. I could almost taste the metallic tang of fear on my tongue as I bit my lip, the rough texture of my teeth a stark contrast to the sudden clamminess of my skin. My arm hairs prickled, tiny needles against my flesh, and I rubbed my arms frantically, the rough fabric of my shirt scratching against my already tense skin in a desperate attempt to ground myself. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, usually comforting in this jungle setting, now felt suffocating, heavy like a shroud.

“(NAME)”

A jolt, sharp as a thrown dagger, shot through me at the renewed whisper of my name. I scrambled to my feet, a desperate carrying me towards MK and the Monkey King, the tiny monkey a frantic compass leading the way.

“(Name)…”

I heard my name, softer this time, brushed against my ears like a phantom's touch. It snagged my feet, halting my forward momentum. A knot of unease tightened in my chest, a persistent whisper urging me to look behind, to see who called. My brain screamed, a stark, panicked "NO!! DANGER," but the nagging feeling in my chest was relentless. Against my better judgment, I yielded to its insistent pull, twisting around to face…nothing. A hollow emptiness met my gaze. Frustration, raw and sharp, clawed at me. I bit back a curse, spun back around, and resumed my hurried trek toward MK and the Monkey King's training area. It was…odd. Unsettlingly strange.

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Chapter 1

[agendabymooner]

seb’s best girl: enter barbie || sv5 scenario (1)

foster dad!sebastian vettel x daughter!ofc (filo!ofc)

EXTENSION TO CRAZY RICH WIFE AND SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK.

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

Scenario Summary: When the Red Bull driver and his wife, Bel, struggled to make the children that they would love forever, a teenager who needed to be provided for came entering their lives. OR fifteen-year-old Barbie Blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and Sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

Content warning: circa 2014–present, Mom!OFC (Bel Vettel), girl dad!Seb, mentions of infertility, isolating, mental well-being of youth, young!Barbie Blanco x young!Mick Schumacher (platonic to lovers pairing), shitty Filipino translation

Note: First of all: 1,000+ followers??? Are you guys insane?! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE!!!! ❤️

Another thing, there are requests in my inbox and I’ll look into it! I got my English paper back and I was so disgruntled at the sight of my mark so please bear with me~ Everyday I think about Seb being a dad to a girl— a teenage girl. Especially thinking about my character’s father-daughter dynamic with him. Enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

💌re:moony’s planner + convo with mooners open!

January 2014

This was a crucial step toward their journey to parenthood, they both could admit that, but it wasn’t anything that they weren’t thankful for. 

Being engaged and married last year, both Sebastian and Belinda Vettel had a plan — to have a kid or two sometime soon. It’s been planned out— and they even started on the process of conceiving long before they got married. But fate said no to that and gave them nothing of the sort. No kids, no babies— nada. 

Finding out that a treatment for fertility issues was a necessity, though, left Bel to feel so disheartened. She was so disheartened at the fact that she couldn’t be a mother in her late 20s and cherish them for as long as she could breathe— because her body didn’t function as she expected.

While she tried blaming herself and attempted to hide herself away in shame, Sebastian refused to allow her to let her guard down against the adversity parenthood had in store for her. He knew Bel so well— she wouldn’t simply give up like that and he wouldn’t let her do so. He, too, struggled at the thought of not having kids with her sooner— but he needed to be there for her before she could even snap. 

So while she went for treatments and worked as a celebrity, another person came along that the Vettel couple didn’t think would become a permanent fixture in their lives. 

Barbara Elisandra Duque Blanco entered their lives with her meek expression and cowering dark eyes, standing behind the social worker and the orphanage nun while the older women spoke to the couple gently. 

Her eyes tried to look around the house that she was brought to, eyes somewhat glimmering as they skimmed through the paintings on the walls and the intricate details of the upholsteries in the foyer. Her hands gripped on the straps of her backpack while she observed her surroundings, freezing on her track when she found some blue eyes trained on her. She looked away and avoided his eyes. 

It wasn’t everyday that the girl got to meet a man whose skin and hair were lighter than hers. This was the Philippines, after all. Everyone lived with similar shades of skin, hair and eyes— and the girl knew that the man wasn’t the same as her. 

Plus, he was a stranger. Like everyone else in the room that wasn’t Sister Jane. This whole thing, if not peculiar, was intimidating. New people scared her— it was no wonder why she lasted in the system for six years now. They’ve turned her away. And the Philippines’ foster system didn’t work as well as it would’ve in first world countries. 

Still, she found him intimidating— that was until Sebastian called for the caretaker. 

He murmured to the caretaker, “Ate Angie, if you don’t mind, can you show her to her room? Maybe help her get settled?” 

The caretaker looked at the social worker and the nun for approval, and when they nodded Angie looked at Barbie with a soft smile. “Sama ka sa akin, anak?” Come with me, child? 

Barbie looked up at the social worker and to Sister Jane with wide eyes, to which they chuckled gently as Sister Jane said, “Doon ka muna sa kwarto mo, Barbie.” Go to your room for now, Barbie. 

Sister Jane then coaxed her, “Maguusap muna kami ng mga foster parents mo, ha? Kakausapin kita mamaya bago kami umalis.” I’ll talk to your foster parents, okay? Then I’ll talk to you before we (the social worker and I) leave.

With a bit of hesitance on her part, she nodded before she followed the caretaker to wherever she was being taken to. 

The adults watched her depart from the foyer before looking at each other with curiosity and concern. Sebastian’s brows furrowed, wondering if the girl really was scared of him because he really wouldn’t have done anything to hurt the girl.

Then Sister Jane told the couple, “She’s very quiet at the very beginning, Mr. and Mrs. Vettel. She’s very polite and smart— and once you get her out of her shell, you’ll know more about her than you do now.” 

“All we ask is that you take care of her,” Sister Jane continued with a genuine smile. “That girl means so much to us sisters at the orphanage and the countless times she’s been turned down by people showed us that they missed out on such a good child.” 

Sebastian softly smiled and nodded gratefully, “We will take care of her, Sister Jane.”

“And please teach her everything there is to your world and your knowledge,” Sister Jane added, “she’s keen to learn everything and would do everything. All she needs is encouragement and someone to guide her— especially now that she’s got English-speaking foster parents.” 

“Can I… what does that mean?” Sebastian was just confused and curious. 

“Oh,” Sister Jane faltered, “she doesn’t speak English, Mr. Vettel.” 

Sebastian and Bel looked at each other, puzzled at the information they just received but didn’t make a big deal out of it. After all, Barbie Blanco was a girl who can learn fast— and with Sebastian and Bel as her parents, the Red Bull driver was certain that the girl would get all of the support that she needs when going to school or anything at all.

After all, the couple made it their goal to be the best parent to her. They’d do anything. 

Sebastian would do anything. Anything for Sebastian’s best girl. His daughter. 

[sophisticatedgia]

A bit peeved because the blond "Christian" girl keeps having all her friends come over and throw themselves at him. Hitting on him. Not in front of me, while he's outside on his bike or about to come inside our apartment.

I thought she was my friend, for she was "friendly" to me. I am naive at times. I told her he was abusive but I guess he's just so hot and attractive that they don't care. He's not abusive all the time. Each person is abusive in their own way. Like I said, positivity and negativity in every one.

I've been asked for normal clothed selfies in exchange for money on Tumblr a few times and always turned them down. I don't think it's right. My boyfriend last night encouraged me to do it. Bleh.

Plus I'm on SSI income anyway and I have everything I want in life right now. I mean: "rationally" everything I want.

Walking to the gym wearing tribal white, black, gold, and turquoise leggings Mom gave me. I would show y'all but I don't really know if I care to. Along with the tribal leggings I'm wearing lacey frilly black socks with my light grey new balance sneakers. Seafoam green v neck shirt. Heathery seafoam green cardigan, on top of that I have a deep dark forest green/pinetree green baggy cardigan. & Turquoise-ish mostly green long scarf and a light grey neck warmer. Woohoo. I may have medical baby blue gloves in my backpack, but also have my white touch screen gloves.

Bird squawking, birds chirping, seeing shadows and illuminated concrete and trees. Big cars loudly driving past me making harsh noise and providing pollution to our senses and our souls. Big sigh. Oh wow how depressing civilization can be at times. But it's lovely we are all here.

Instead of meeting his ex for money last night my boyfriend biked to get me a new vape. Shows he gives a damn about me. It's white peach raspberry and it's pale pink! Perfect. My blog posts this morning kinda match it.

I wanna take pix for y'all of my new vape and tribal leggings but I'm too busy walking to gym and need to get some groceries after. Maybe on the way home? We shall see.

My boyfriend is from Germany and Philippines. He appears to be brown skinned. People, cops, often mistake him for being mexican. Anyway apparently in the Philippines after we poo we wash our booty with soap and water. I did that this morning. Effective it sure was. Omg I'm giggling. It feels awkward to say giggle cus it's not flirtatious, it's just laughter. What does a giggle even sound like? I feel like I may have giggled in the past. My boyfriend makes me laugh and that's perfectly just how I like it. I don't need no girlish giggling from myself personally. things are solemn, seriously!

Talked to mom this morning. She sent me Jesus gif. It felt right. I believe. I am doing my best. My boyfriend doesn't exactly believe in God, but when he's distressed he yells out for Him. So idk. Ok y'all. I'm going to gym now. thank you.

[thepersonnamedsam]

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

masterlist / taglist

pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

if you are american, you can call/text 988

if you are australien, call 1300 659 467

if you are from the uk, call 0800 689 5652

if you are from the philippines, call 0917-899-8727

if you are german, call 030-44 01 06 07

these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

——

He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

or

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

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[someonebeatyoutothisuser]

Please, your support was actually needed.

I’m reaching out to you today with a heartbreaking plea on behalf of Joseph Reynolds, a beloved member of our community who is currently fighting for his life after contracting a flesh-eating bacteria. What started as a minor infection on his left arm quickly escalated into a life-threatening emergency. Joseph now faces a grueling medical journey that includes several surgeries, ongoing treatments, and the possibility of losing more than just his health.

Joseph’s battle began with a painful infection that required multiple surgeries. Initially, he had to endure these procedures without anesthesia—a trauma that has deeply affected him both physically and emotionally. As the infection worsened, Joseph was transported to a specialized hospital five hours away from home, where he has undergone three more surgeries. However, his fight is far from over.

Currently, Joseph is waiting for skin grafts, which are critical to his recovery. But the road ahead is long and difficult. After the grafts, he will need two months of daily outpatient care in a hospital that is far from his home, adding not only to the physical toll but also a crippling financial burden. The total estimated cost of his treatment is a staggering $35,000—a sum that is simply beyond his ability to cover.

Joseph has always been someone who gives back to his community. As the founder of IVAFMS and Hilltop Moringa Farms in the Philippines, he has worked tirelessly to uplift those around him, supporting local agriculture and sustainability efforts. Now, it’s our turn to support him in his greatest time of need.

Please I want you to check his GoFundMe page:

We humbly ask for your generosity and support to help Joseph overcome this unimaginable challenge. No donation is too small, and every bit helps cover his medical expenses and ongoing care. Your kindness will help alleviate some of the overwhelming costs he is facing, giving him the time and peace of mind to focus on what matters most—his recovery.

I deeply appreciate your compassion, generosity, and support during this difficult time. Thank you for standing by Joseph as he fights to heal and rebuild his life.

[weirdestbooks]

A Concerned Father (Wattpad | Ao3)

Bonus Oneshot for the Consequence of Loyalty

America had been worried for his son ever since he received the news that Kentucky had been captured. His states had been held prisoner before, but never so early in the war and never by a savage monster like Japan. 

Well…one had, but America was trying not to think about the similarities. It only made him more panicked, and that made it hard to do much about…about anything.

Thankfully, modern warfare came with new rules and regulations for prisoners of war, so theoretically, his son was supposed to be safe.

America still wanted to know for sure.

That was where International Committee of the Red Cross and her daughter, International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies, came in. Both women were allowed to visit POW camps and provide aid, so if anyone was to give him news about his son, it was them.

Or at least about the conditions of the camp he was in. Based on the lack of fuss from Japan about capturing an American state, it seems that Kentucky might have been able to hide his identity. 

So America contacted them and was, thankfully, able to arrange a meeting in DC about it. Thankfully, he hadn’t been officially sent to war yet. It would be much harder to do if he had.

“ICRC, IFRC, I know you are both busy, but thank you for meeting me,” America said.

“Playing nice with other countries is half of what we do,” IFRC said as her mother looked at her, raising an eyebrow. IFRC just shrugged in response.

“You can tell she’s young,” James commented.

“She was born in 1919, that’s…like twenty years ago,” Caleb commented.

“Like I said. Young.”

“We’re happy to answer any questions you have. Our people can take care of things on their own for a little while, and we would rather have countries trust us and be willing to work with us than…ban us from their nation,” ICRC said. America nodded.

“I’ll still try to make this quick. Now, this is technically supposed to be confidential information, as we aren’t sure they know who they have captured, but as of April, my son, Kentucky, has been a POW in the Philippines. I was wondering if you knew anything, at least not about him, but about the condition there that could soothe my worries,” America asked. ICRC and IFRC exchanged looks.

“That’s not a good sign,” Lydia said, worry painfully clear in her voice.

“I wish we could, America,” ICRC said, and America felt his breath catch in his throat. “But we can’t.”

“Why not? The 1929 Geneva Conventions should force them to allow you in,” America said, panic in his voice as he gripped his arm tightly, fingernails digging into the skin. He felt like the ground was shifting under his feet, memories of another war and another son gone missing leaping unbidden into his mind.

“It’s going to be okay. It’s humans, not countrypeople, and Japan would have brought it up by now if she knew about him. Breathe. You’re okay,” Lydia said, her voice gentle and calming and helping to stabilize the shaky ground beneath America.

America exhaled slowly, feeling his racing heart calm a little.

“Japan never signed them, and she has seen it fit to ban us from providing any sort of aid to POWs in Japanese-occupied land. She’s not the only one who has been giving us trouble. Germany has his Red Cross society refusing to cooperate fully with me, and since we are based in Geneva and backed by my mother, we’ve become…sensitive to her politics. She wants to be neutral, which has made my people want to do the same. My hands are tied,” ICRC said, sadness and regret in her eyes. 

It was so painfully clear that she wanted to help, wanted to do more, wanted to support the POWs in Japanese-controlled land, but she couldn’t.

“If Grand-mère wasn’t so insistent on being neutral, we could—” IFRC said before she was cut off by her mother.

“It’s not Mère’s fault. It is her right not to be involved in war,” ICRC said before turning to America and smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry. I hope your son is okay, and I will give you any information I have, but as of now, I know just as much as the rest of the world—nothing.”

America bit down a concerned sob, fingernails starting to draw blood as he fought to keep himself together.

Michigan. This was too much like when he lost Michigan, and he couldn’t see one of his states like that again. Sure, Japan couldn't put Kentucky under martial law, but there was no sign of the war ending soon, and Japan was still on the offensive, taking more land and colonies. She had God knows how much time to hurt him.

What if that was why she hadn’t said anything? Was she keeping it secret so she could take Kentucky away from the Philippines and hurt him? Philippines was a puppet, so she wouldn’t have to worry about controlling him.

America could feel his walls crumping as his mind spiraled further into worse-case scenarios—scenarios that seemed more likely than anything else.

He couldn’t see another son turned into a slave of the enemy.

“America, he’s going to be okay,” Lydia said, empty promises, empty words. America bit his tongue, drawing blood as he held back the urge to answer her.

“You’re going to worry them,” James commented, “You haven’t answered, and you’re drawing blood. I can take it if you can’t.”

Eager for a chance to stop thinking about it, to hide how broken he was from two organizations whose job was aid and healthcare, America relented, letting James take control.

James exhaled slowly, releasing his arm from America’s vice-like grip. He had his own worries about Kentucky, but he wasn’t as likely to collapse at news like that. America lost almost everything that he had based his identity and worth on after his war of independence and made his states his everything.

He loved them so much that their being hurt destroyed him. It didn’t help that Kentucky had been a border state and, therefore, was a state that America loved deeply for refusing to leave him, a strange and perhaps unhealthy love and almost adoration of his son, who had simply done the right thing.

America and his relationship with many states had been different after that war, and it made America all the more sensitive to news about his states.

“Thank you anyway,” James answered, smiling at ICRC and IFRC in an attempt to convince them that America was better than he was.

“Are you sure?” IFRC said, stepping forward, a seriousness in her eyes that had not been there before. James nodded.

“I am. I…back in 1812, I lost one of my states to Britain. He didn’t come back the same, and I had no idea what was happening to him until he came home. This brings back…uncomfortable memories, and I can’t help but fear that Kentucky will come back hurt too,” James explained, hoping the explanation would be enough to sedate their curiosity and prevent them from looking closer.

ICRC didn’t look convinced, but IFRC backed off.

“Do you think she knows something is wrong with us?” Caleb asked.

“I think she is a mother and a nurse who sees someone hurting and wants to help,” Lydia said. James could almost hear her frown.

“I’m sorry. I…this must be hard for you. I promise, I will see what I can find,” IFRC said. James smiled, ignoring ICRC's eyes on him.

“Thank you.”

[beautyandhealthtips123]

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[wwrenwrites]

Jason Todd x Filipino! reader headcanons

A/n: i don’t care if this will be my most flopped post, I had to do God’s work

He would LOVE Filipino food

Jason is pretty open with food considering he has traveled frequently for work.

Being accustomed to seeing rice available even if it’s high in carbs lol. Started as a pancit (stir fried noodles) boy to a BIG garlic rice boy ever since you’ve introduced him to it.

Could see him really liking champorado (chocolate rice porridge) for some reason, since there is something so homey about it. Plus it’s not that sweet. He definitely have tried it with tuyo (salted dried fish) when you mentioned it but prefers it just the champorado alone.

Jason enjoys Jollibee most specifically the fried chicken, both of you have movie nights with a bucket on the coffee table with pineapple juice or alcohol. Would find Filipino spaghetti ‘meh’ cause it’s a bit too sweet for his liking but he wouldn’t mind it after a few more tries since there’s that child-like taste that makes it addicting.

Would 100% love lumpiang shanghai (Filipino spring rolls) and quotes as he explains it to Roy or any of his brothers ‘a way better version of Chinese spring rolls’, just like how you told him. He stops craving for the usual spring rolls if you guys go for Chinese take outs from then on.

Despite what the media depicts of having adobo (soy sauce & vinegar chicken stew), sinigang (tamarind stew) or ube hyped. He does think Filipino food is still very underrated compared to Thai, Chinese, Japanese etc.

Could also see him enjoying clear soup stews like pork sinigang (tamarind broth stew, though initially too sour for him comes to like it later on) & bulalo (clear soup with beef shanks & bone marrow) because of the homey taste versus the flavored stews but he definitely still enjoys them (also see him being a big kare- kare (peanut butter stew) lover by your influence despite not fully able to handle bagoong (shrimp paste) because of how pungent & salty it is, I think he would unconsciously get used to it.

Like every other man, he would be a sucker for San Miguel beer. He knew about it even before both of you were dating since there is a small Filipino town in Gotham. Considering he goes to different bars from time to time. He would enjoy the concept of food on sizzling plate but it would take time for him to actually try exotic street food specially Balut (duck embryo) lol. But he’s down for it!

Spicy White Boy

Canon- wise, he knows Portuguese and there are lots of similar words with Spanish. Which I’m sure he knows maybe the most basic and common sense ones; so Jason understanding a good amount of Tagalog shouldn’t be surprising but would baffle you when you find out he started learning bit by bit for you.

It is very impressive indeed, there are not a lot of good resources in studying it. However, Jason is a Wayne and if his father was able to learn Kryptonian. He would easily be in a level of fluency by time.

And being the intelligent simp he is. He would understand it in a good level in less than a year or two when both of you are pretty much ‘all in’ in the relationship. Especially when you brought up one time before you were both exclusive, that you were scared of the idea of your partner being left out in family events even if English is pretty much the second main language in the Philippines.

Though I feel he would have more confidence in trying to speak the language after a few more years including a few slangs cause he doesn’t want to handle the anxiety of being roasted by your family & friends even if he obviously has thick-ass skin.

You keep telling him that he has already won his parents approval (too fast) when he swoon them with just the use of ‘po’ and ‘opo’ the first time meeting them. Plus the very occasional whispers of ‘gwapo’ , handsome, or ‘matangkad’, tall, here and there would give him a mix of a sheepish ego boost.

Culture Differences

THE ‘NO SHOES IN THE HOUSE’ RULE is a mutual practice that both of you have no problem doing. It has always been a routine for Jason when he gets home and right away he would wash up just so he could be in bed with you.

The no shoes rule seems to be only followed by Alfred when he drops by with groceries for him in his apartment. It bewilders his siblings when he makes a big deal out of it even if they are just dropping by (uninvited as usual) but also more like so you wouldn’t get triggered if you get to meet them but frankly it triggers Jason more since he’s quite neat as a roomie (plus future hubby points too.)

THE FAMILY CULTURE in a Filipino household is usually a mix of chaos and laughter which Jason is quite familiar with but with your family he could tell how close all of you are from all the frequent get together celebrations or holiday trips.

But also he was told a few times from some neighborhood titos (uncle) when he was still in the streets that the number 1 rule when dating a pinoy (shortened term for Filipino) is if you’re ‘dating a Filipino you’re also dating their whole family.’ You even tell him when you show pictures of your immediate relatives and family, that it’s basically a whole village if you include your extended relatives which shocks him even more. You don’t even know who are all your aunts or uncles names nor your second cousins.

You gave him a heads up and number of pointers to Jason when you were both talking about your families plus the never ending group pictures and selfies that awaits. You get worried if he would be overwhelmed even if he tells you, “Doll, don’t worry you literally met mine” “It’s not the same.” With a kiss on your forehead and the cute pout he loves still present.

He immediately gets interrogated and compliments which takes him a back getting him a bit shy. Would vibe with your cousins and would be forced to sing. The karaoke machine playing till midnight, the never ending food being offered in his plate but also your baby cousins getting attached to him which you greatly adore. He would purposely annoy you with flirty gestures in front of your cousins just for you to swat his arm or his biceps multiple times getting a reaction from your comments mixed of ‘yiee’ or ‘landi!’(flirt).

SOUVENIRS in Filipino is pasalubong, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re materialistic it’s more of the thought when a person is away; may it be for family & friends.

Jason bringing home food or snacks when he goes out or something unique when coming from a long mission for you has been natural. You don’t expect him to always bring something home for you of course. Fortunately, Jason loves spoiling you and seeing you sulk when you rummage his duffle bag filled with used clothes and is helmet is too cute. Plus, this is definitely one of the first words he would understand besides the word ‘makulit’ (a neutral connotation of annoying, cheeky, and naughty combined.) and other cuss words.

The first time Jason brings you to the Wayne manor Alfred and Bruce immediately doesn’t see you as a threat especially with a bottle of wine or fruits as formalities. You panic a bit when both of you weren’t able to bring anything to the manor every time you go after that, he has to reassure you it’s fine. Though he appreciates and finds it adorable on how much his family becomes fond of you because of how genuine you are.

When you and Jason travel, you would be having an extra luggage for goodies and shopping and would get endless teasing from Jason. You would tease him back though if he needs something but you would also use his luggage as well if needed for everything you bought.

[sleepershell]

Some General Marauders Era Headcanons

NOT canon compliant (I don’t care about jk shitface’s canon lol)

Regulus Black (the main character as far as I’m concerned)

~ French, I mean cmon the Black family motto is toujours pur for gods sake. He absolutely speaks French. Other than that, they can be traced to German (Walburga’s side) and English heritage.

~cis bi boy (sapiosexual?)

~ c-ptsd, depression

~ messy curly medium-length hair, long nimble fingers, one of those people with a few lovely moles in choice locations, slutty waist, angular jaw, kind of set in eyes, not tall but a bit taller than Sirius

~ most dogs freak him out (lol oof)

Sirius Black

~ french (& English, German) ofc.

~ amab queer, omnisexual mlm

~c-ptsd, adhd

~ wavy long black hair, also a slutty waist, not very tall, squinty eyes, latently a little muscular

~ big believer in a leather jacket

James Potter

~ I stan desi Potter. But also love the idea of Euphemia being Greek per her name so Jamie boy is part Greek and part Pakistani on Fleamont’s side. He only speaks English but has some terms and things from both Greek and Hindi.

~ cis bi guy

~adhd

~ needs glasses ofc, I imagine he’s super nearsighted.

~ super messy hair, lean and muscular, medium tall

~ red converse wearer

Remus Lupin

~ Welsh, English, and Portuguese. He speaks only English.

~ amab, queer, demisexual?

~ anxiety

~ chronic pain from wolf injuries

~ scarred all over, light brown hair, tan, he’s the tallest, skinny but not lacking muscle, limps sometimes and often needs to stretch his sore muscles, hairy!!

~ always wearing a sweater

Peter Pettigrew

~ English & German. Speaks English.

~ cis, bi

~ anxiety, definitely does self-soothing movements

~ fat !! no skinny wormtail in this house, wavy blonde hair, the cutest cheeks known to man, callouses on his hands and no one can figure out why

~ asthma

~ loves naps

Pandora Rosier

~ Another family who absolutely must be fluent French speakers. So I think they have some Afro-Caribbean on one side and the other is very much originally French. Speaks English and French.

~ cis fem, pansexual, demiromantic

~ autistic

~ hair is super light blonde and looooong in dreads, light blue eyes, brown skin, quite tall and thin, all her features are super delicate and lithe, she’s kind of otherworldly tbh but she certainly doesn’t act so she’s got quite the mad scientist competitive streak

~ amazing at charms

Evan Rosier

~ Afro-Caribbean, French, English. Speaks English and French.

~ he/they, omnisexual (and by that I mean he fucks everyone ha-hey)

~ super light blonde hair either cropped or in a protective style, brown skin, light brown eyes, braces, dead average build, but still suave af don’t be mistaken everyone wants this kid, not hairy

Lily Evans

~ English and Scottish, speaks English.

~ cis gal, questioning but likely demisexual

~ fat!!, straight-ish red hair ofc, freckles, green eyes, cute small chubby hands, radiant smile

Barty Crouch Jr.

~ English, speaks English and all curse words in every language he could get people to teach them in.

~ queer amab bisexual

~ I won’t begin to try to dissect the workings of Barry’s brain but depression could be a start

~ eidetic memory

~ needs reading glasses? but like most of the time they’re not on him or they’re broken. so he just like uses his crazy big brain to just remember stuff or else he mostly never reads outside of studying times

~ brown hair but whenever he gets the chance he buzzes or dyes it green for fun, stick and pokes and self done piercings, tall but not Remus tall, lean muscular, hairy ass legs

Dorcas Meadowes

~ Ethiopian and English. Speaks English.

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ dark skin, black hair often in long braids, dark eyes, athletic curvy build, long fingers

~ literally prodigy herbologist, also amazing at potions and divination

Marlene McKinnon

~ Filipino!!!!!!!!!!!! speaks English and Filipino (maybe some of another regional language of the Philippines).

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ adhd, depression

~ lactose intolerant

~ short queen, freckles, dyed blonde but def experiments with color and cut, usually straight or a little wavy, muscular but it doesn’t really show she just seems kinda thin, some stick and pokes, several ear piercings

~ wears red cowboy boots, studded belts, low rise, cut up t shirts, hats

Mary Macdonald

~ Brazilian on one side and South African & English on the other. Speaks English and Portuguese.

~ cis girl, bisexual

~ ehler’s danlos syndrome

~ wears her dark hair natural curly, curvy, average height, belly button pierced, huge gorgeous smile, adorable button nose

lol

Severus Snape

~English and Polish. Speaks English.

~ cis, hetero

~ depression, anxiety

~ straight long black hair, pale, Remus tall, fairly average weight, dark eyes, strong nose

~wears mostly black

~ amazing at potions

[cyb-rdva]

Hi,

So like I saw ur post and like, this isn’t forced or anything but if you wanna do this request is up to you. If you do, take your time! (I’m ranting sorry)

Anyways, could I request Karma Akabane with a s/o that gets like super nervous when reading out loud or doing a presentation? Like they freeze up and start picking at skin tabs (??) on their fingers/nails?

I really struggle with this and saying no so I ended up having to read a big part of a presentation and it was so awkward (T . T)

Take care and remember to eat & stay hydrated!!

I feel you sm, I get so shaky and awkward too when I read out loud or if I do presentations, it's such a pain T-T

Stage Fright!

Karma akabane x Reader

Whereas karma's s/o who's usually all calm and collected gets super nervous and shaky when speaking infront of a crowd.

Is really supportive and would get all defensive when someone laughs at you, if they keep laughing though... Best believe that he'd be in detention or even get suspended for a week.

Cheers you up whenever you'd have a scheduled presentation, he'd tease you about it but not to the point you'd end up crying.

If it's like a presentation where you'd call someone to answer a question that you've discussed (reporting here in the Philippines) then he'd always be the one to always raise his hand.

If you've finished and you get all shaky, he'd hold you to help stop the shaking.

The teacher finally had called for your name, it was time to present your work at the front, the time felt like it had stopped ticking and the world became dark.

The feeling of their eyes glued onto you as they watched you approach the front was shivering, scary.

As you breathe out and stood at front, it was as if you were in a roof looking down at the height, it was pretty awkward.

It made your hands shake, The paper you were holding made it evident as it trembled alot at your grasp, everything feels heavy.

Karma's eyes were glued to yours, not leaving it for one bit as if he was hoping for you to look back at him, wishing it would soothe your fear. And once you did, you felt at ease, it was helping atleast.

The presentation ended pretty fast, you quickly sat down on your seat beside karma, your hands and breath all shaky and a cold, but what's important was

"it's finally all done"

[livealittleoc-cb]

“Sharing love is one of the best things you can do, be it with family, friends or your partner. Being loved is all I can ask for.”

Basic Information

☽｡⋆ Name: Ace Azarolla

☽｡⋆ Species: Love && Elemental Water Warlock

☽｡⋆ From Guadalajara, Mexico [The Human Equivalent to Blaiya in Astria] [Mixed Race: Philippines [Mama], Mexican [Mum]]

☽｡⋆ He/They/She [Genderfluid] [Defaults To He/They] | Omnisexual [Fluctuates Between Male && Female Leaning], Demisexual, Polyamorous | 25 [02/18, Aquarius] | 5’8”

☽｡⋆ Occupation: Royal Guard [Archer, High Ranker, Boot Camp Trainer], Tailor/Seamstress [Side-Hustle]

☽｡⋆ “Human” Appearance: light brown skin, wavy medium length dark brown hair [normally dyed blonde, can see his roots], hazel eyes, covered in moles [splattered along his shoulders && upper back, scattered everywhere else, heart shaped mole under his left eye], has a pec tattoo of a cherry blossom branch && a lower stomach tattoo, has a belly piercing, multiple ear piercings && a ball piercing on his lower lip, has multiple scars, what they wear depends on their pronouns [she/her: more hyper feminine, he/him: hyper masculine, they/them: mixed, she/they: feminine with touches of masculine, he/they: masculine with touches of feminine], wears a lot of short && revealing clothes, mini skirts, mini dresses, form fitting clothes, button ups with the top buttons undone, belts, baggy jeans, elbow gloves, Y2K aesthetic, multiple bracelets, sweatpants, band tees, crop tops, cropped jackets, loose t-shirts, heels, platforms, sneakers, compression shirts, form fitting shirts, tank tops, wears makeup often, his hair is sometimes in a ponytail or small bun, glittery stuff, cunty man aesthetic, wears a lot of reds && pinks

☽｡⋆ Warlock Appearance && Information: Weather Warlock [High Magic Pool]; Love && Water Magic [Can make people fall in love && create love potions, Can create water from thin air along with control it && turn it into ice], bronzed skin, wavy medium length dark brown hair [normally dyed blonde, can see his roots], pink eyes, covered in moles [splattered along his shoulders && upper back, scattered everywhere else, heart shaped mole under his left eye], has a pec tattoo of a cherry blossom branch && a lower stomach tattoo, has a belly piercing, multiple ear piercings && a ball piercing on his lower lip, has multiple scars, what they wear depends on their pronouns [she/her: more hyper feminine, he/him: hyper masculine, they/them: mixed, she/they: feminine with touches of masculine, he/they: masculine with touches of feminine], wears a lot of short && revealing clothes, mini skirts, mini dresses, form fitting clothes, button ups with the top buttons undone, belts, baggy jeans, elbow gloves, Y2K aesthetic, multiple bracelets, sweatpants, band tees, crop tops, cropped jackets, loose t-shirts, heels, platforms, sneakers, compression shirts, form fitting shirts, tank tops, wears makeup often, his hair is sometimes in a ponytail or small bun, glittery stuff, cunty man aesthetic, wears a lot of reds && pinks

☽｡⋆ Personality: friendly, hugger, sunshine, loving, caring, embodies ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but will actually kill you’, silly little man, little shit, sassy, petty, stubborn

☽｡⋆ Likes: mischief, hugs, ducks, fashion, shopping, romance, shows, movies, nail polish, shoes, dancing, sewing, jewelry, sunglasses, hair dye, piercings, the color pink && red, likes sweet && sour food

☽｡⋆ Dislikes: hate, exercise, dieting, rude people, unnecessary pain && violence

Fun Facts

✮ Familiar[s]/Pet[s]: Artic Wolf [Claw🐺], Honey Bee [Honey🐝], Sebastopol Goose [Quack🪿], Trumpet Swan [Beauty🦢] [Might Get a Duck in the Near Future 👀] ✮ Languages: Spanish, Tagalog, Thai, English [Mix of a Spanish && Filipino Accent, has a hard time reading/writing] ✮ Abilities: Can make people fall in love, brew love potions && do love spells, Can create water from thin air, manipulate && control it, can turn small sections of water into ice, can turn water in their hand into ice weapons for a short period of time ✮ Love Language[s]: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, Acts of Service, Quality Time [Giving], Words of Affirmation [Receiving] ✮ Is a Type 2 Diabetic && Has a General Anxiety Disorder && Depression, Medicated for Depression && Diabetes Controlled ✮ Great cook, terrible baker- ✮ Destined to be the next Cupid/Cupid in training [Blessed by Eros, Cupid && Aphrodite] ✮ Hopes to become a fashion designer one day && not need to be apart of the royal guard ✮ He loves cars especially vintage cars but tends to like being passenger princess, if he has to get somewhere though best believe he’s getting there on his own ✮ He has a good amount of scarring some fainter than others; his chest && back have training/attack scars, his finger tips have frost bite whenever he uses his powers too often && his wrists and upper thighs are littered in self inflicted scars ✮ When he feels strong emotions, mainly happy or flustered, little hearts appear around him or his pupils turn into heart shapes ✮ His eyes can change color depending on mood; bright pink [happy], hot pink [anger], pastel pink [sadness] ✮ Can have extreme body insecurities && gender dysmorphia ✮ Most of his insecurities come from a very toxic past relationship ✮ Is very giving with his love and only asks for a little in return! ✮ Needs glasses to see from afar but refuses to wear them, prefers to squint at everything ✮ Uses braces but hates how they make him look so covers them up with magic which causes him to forget to tighten them when needed ✮ What they wear && present as might also changed depending on what his partner likes so if their partner likes more masc they'll go more masc [Is very people pleasing] ✮ Practicing Crocheting && Dances as a Hobby ✮ Tends to be compared to a puppy or bunny ✮ Smells like Bakery or Sweet Fruity Perfume ✮ Is the comforting physical affection you get from the one true person you love and care for; soft kisses and sweet loving words 

NSFW

☽｡⋆ Pure Switch [Can be an Obedient Sub or a Soft Dom, a bit of a Service Top]; Temperature Play, Spit Play, Roleplay, Crossdressing, Rope Play, Pet Names/Nicknames [Receiving: Bunny, Good Boy, Prince, Sir, Etc.; Giving && Receiving], Possessiveness [Receiving], Angry/Jealous Sex, Mirror Sex, Severe Marking/Biting, Praise [Giving], Body Worshipping, Impact Play, [Receiving], Dirty Talk, Squirting [Giving], Orgasam Control, Pet Play [Giving && Receiving; Is Your Bunny, Be His Puppy or Kitten~], Toys, Degradation [Receiving], Public, Degrading Nicknames [Slut, Whore, Etc.; Receiving], Hosiery, Exhibitionism [Including Being Recorded], Multiple Partners at a Time [Talked About Before Hand!], Choking, Bondage, Shibari, Wax Play, Somonophilia, Dacryphilia [Giving] [All kinks go both ways unless stated otherwise. Is a bit more submissive with men && more dominant with women but is very malleable to whatever his partner likes/wants. Might get a little whiney or bratty when teased for too long. Is really open to all kinks would like to talk about them before hand though, just be open!]

☽｡⋆ Hard Nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

☽｡⋆ His eyes turn a wine red when aroused

☽｡⋆ Safe Word: Heart

☽｡⋆ Uses ♥️ on Dash

Relationships && Statuses

☽｡⋆ At Home with Family, Overly Excited

☽｡⋆ Happily Dating Dionysus [Dinosaur🦖] with @monsterhigh-cb Hongjoong [Puppy🐶] [They’ll take ONE [1] more partner together [1/1]]

☽｡⋆ Happily Dating [4/6]: @fantasyaespa Ningning [Ice Queen❄️] [12/20/22] [Engaged On: 12/25/23], @welcome-to-maniac Felix [Burning Sunflower🌻] [03/29/23], @kardpackcb JSeph [Honey Eyes🍯] [04/08/23], @theinvitation-bot Yangyang [Little Mouse🐭] [Married On: 04/30/23]; Uninterested

☽｡⋆ Friend[s]: Skyler [Baby Cloud☁️], Jay [Luchadora😡], Emilia [Beauty in Green🍃], Leo [Angry Cat🐈‍⬛], Angel [Cute Demon👾], Bonnie [Plant Mother🪴], Lelani [Ice Skating Teacher⛸️], @shin-haneul [Doughnut Pals🍩], @crimson-l [Dancing Buddy👯]

☽｡⋆ Family: Edgar [Energetic Baby, Little Brother❣️], Angelo [Shy Baby, Little Brother/Middle💗], Princess [Tiny Gal, Baby Cousin💖], Jooheon [Skilled Trainer💪🏽], Marci [Hairdresser Parent🤣], Eros [Mean Cat🐱], Cupid [Bubbly Baby���], @badbf-cb Lisa [Shopping && Wedding Pals🤭], @/kardpackcb Jiwoo [Literal Family Now🫶🏽], @clubwnderland Irene [Mama Satan❤️‍🔥]

☽｡⋆ Tags: #♥️ace.txt [General Interaction Tag], #🎶ace music [Music Inspiration], #♥️ace wants [Outside Reblogs], #🐺claw.txt [Claw’s Tag], #🐝honey.txt [Honey’s Tag], #🪿quack.txt [Quack’s Tag], #🦢beauty.txt [Beauty’s Tag], #cupid’s birthday!💞 [24th Birthday Tag, 02/18/23], #❤️happy birthday ace card [25th Birthday Tag, 02/18/24]

☽｡⋆ Tags Part 2: #🩵🩷ninace [Queen of Hearts Ship Tag], #☀️❄️sunshine of life [Queen of Hearts Ship Tag], #💍engaged to my heart [NinAce Engagement Tag], #🩷💛acelix [Pretty Freckled Boy Ship Tag], #🌻🐣baby chick [Pretty Freckled Boy Ship Tag], #💛🩷sephace [Dream Man Ship Tag], #⭐️💝dream man [Dream Man Ship Tag], #🩶🩷yangace [Vampire King Ship Tag], #👑🐭king of kings [Vampire King Ship Tag], #💍💒my dark king [YangAce Marriage Tag], #💙🩷joongace [Little Puppy Ship Tag], #💙❤️🩷joongdice [Throuple Ship Tag], #⚡️🐶lightning puppy [Little Puppy Ship Tag], #💕🩷liace [The Besties™️ Family Tag], #💵🛍️shopping buddy [The Besties™️ Family Tag]

☽｡⋆ Faceclaim: @/fabiiocapri && @/fabiolovesurmom on Instagram