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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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[simpurnatural]

“Sugar Baby” || Oneshot

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "After making the alphabet which you can also read here, it has given me inspiration for more Min Ho writing! Enjoy babes! Oh also, requests will be opening soon so keep your eyes peeled!"

Warning(s): Suggestive, woah and not a smut-fic??

A summer getaway with Min Ho to Cebu, Philippines. But despite of booking first class, the airline manages to leave your luggage back in Korea.

“Do I just stay in the same clothes the whole time?” You groan, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Apologies ma’am,” the worker replied, “Your luggage will be available to you once you land at Incheon International Airport,”.

“It’ll be alright,” Min Ho insisted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Thank you,” he nods to the worker before pulling you away from the baggage claim counter.

You let out a large sigh as you trudged towards the exit doors of the airport. You had already curated amazing outfits to post on your IG throughout your travels. But all you have now is your backpack.

“Hey, at least you didn’t lose your passport or anything super important,” your boyfriend said, trying to look at the bright side.

“My skin care pouch was in there too,” you muttered as a chauffeur with a sign that read Min Ho Moon became visible.

“Sounds like the perfect excuse for a shopping spree,” Min Ho smirked.

“Okay we don’t need to be doing all this,” you scoffed as you walked into the mall.

“Don’t worry about it babe, I’ve got it,” your boyfriend ensured, waving his wallet in his hand.

“That’s even more of a reason not to be here,” you retort before feeling an arm grab yours and whisk away towards one of the boutiques.

“This place looks nice,” Min Ho nodded in self-approval. “I’m sure you could pick up a couple things here,” he ensured.

Your eyes did linger on a few items, totally giving beach vacay vibes. Upon tossing at least the weight of a small dog-worth of clothes to your boyfriend, you decided to try everything on.

“Baby, you’ll have to be honest with me, okay?” you call out from behind the curtain.

“Always baby,” he hollers back before you pull the curtain aside. “Wow,” he says, genuinely astonished.

“Shush,” you blush, turning back to the mirror and examining the flowy white dress. “I think this is nice for a beach stroll or maybe a swimsuit cover up?” you suggested as you turned back to your boyfriend.

“I think one in every color would be nice,” Min Ho added, “What are the other colors exactly?” He asked, looking towards the sales associate

“No no, one of these is fine,” you insist before shutting the curtain again.

After trying on other items, you made your way to counter to pay. But the cashier began waving her hand at you dismissively.

“No need ma’am,” she assured with a smile, “The young gentleman paid for your items,” she adds as she placed large bags on the counter.

“Baby-“you gasped as you whipped your head to look at your boyfriend.

“I just saw how much you liked pretty much everything you tried on and decided that it should last you the whole trip,” Min Ho replied, the corners of his lips turning up.

“This is basically my lost luggage,” you state as you took the bags from the counter, totally in disbelief by your boyfriend’s actions.

“Next stop, bathing suits,” Min Ho smirked with a knowing look on his face.

After walking into the next boutique, Min Ho failed to notice that this particular store didn’t just specialize in swimwear but also lingerie.

So, you thought, what better way to thank your boyfriend for treating you like sugar baby than show him what’s going to be treating him?

Right after you made selection of bathing suits, Min Ho got up instinctively and assumed you would be done. But he was surprised to see the sales attendant hand you a couple more things to try on.

“More bikinis?” your boyfriend asked as you shimmied on a lace thong.

“Nope,” you replied, also hooking its matching bra and a silk robe.

“I’m not complaining,” he chuckles as he sat back down. “More for me,” he shrugs contently to himself.

“Ta-da,” you sang whilst pushing aside the curtain. “What do you think baby?” you smirked,

Min Ho was struck by a lack of words, his attention totally absorbed by the stunning view in front of him. It was very rare that you had sported a look like this. Especially since if you wanted to do the deed then there would be no need to special attire.

Standing up, your boyfriend wordlessly walked over to you. His hands appeared at your waist as you stood there and watched him just about drool over you.

“This is brilliant,” he finally said, his hands behind to trail up your torso.

“We are in public!” You giggled before stepping back and shutting the curtain in his face.

“I’m going to require some assistance from you later,” Min Ho blushed as he utilized the countless shopping bags to cover the tent in his pants.

JAN 2025

[wystiix]

❥ pairing: siren!robin x sailor fem!reader ❥ synopsis: The ocean listens keenly—you should have known that. You were a curious individual, so you decided to test out an old fisherman's tale. A silver offering, a song at sunset, and a voice that hums back from the deepest parts. You should have never sought an answer—but now, the sea has heard you. ❥ cw: major character death, slight mind manipulation ❥ additional tags: second person perspective, siren au ❥ word count: 3.3k ❥ notes: haha i saw the hoyofair art... holy shit robin is gorgeous i just had to write about it. yeah uh ig this is my first hsr work. not sure if i'll write more. i hope to god i didn't mischaracterise her cuz i was just writing about how sirens usually act. and yes i know i know I KNOW SIRENS WERE ORIGINALLY DEPICTED AS HALF BIRD IN GREEK MYTHOLOGY. i was mainly basing this off on how the philippines depicted these creatures (sirena), because "sirena" in tagalog means "mermaid". so ya!! i would also like to give a special thanks to bbg @papiliotao for proofreading this for me <33 love you rei, to the moon and back /p

The ocean was no stranger to you—you had known it throughout your whole life. Since you were a little girl, staring at the shimmering surface turned into a routine. You admired how it seemingly stretched out an eternal expanse of azure blue that met with the sky’s horizon before you. 

You’d dip your feet beneath the shallow waters and allow them to sink into the sand without a care in the world. The tides would crash and the waves licked up your legs. The ocean was your comfort. It was your home.

And yet, you often wondered: what laid beyond the reef?

You had come from a long bloodline of those who were masters of the sea, men and women who lived and died by the waves. Like the masters they were, they taught you everything you needed to know—how to read the stars, predict the tides, how to navigate your way through the waters to avoid getting lost. But above all, they never fail to warn you about the dangers of the deep.

Countless legends and stories have been told to you about the lives of your ancestors being taken by the same waters you had come to love. Monsters, storms, mistakes which eventually led them to their demise. However, one tale above all haunted your family’s stories.

They said the waves would often get mischievous. They led sailors’ boats further astray into the mist where the rocks waited. Among numerous creatures of the deep, none would come as close to dangerous as the ones your ancestors perceived to be beautiful singers.

They had voices like honey, sweet enough to drown out any coherent thought. They often appeared to sailors as women who were part-fish—beautiful beyond words with skin that glittered like the sea itself.

But looks can be deceiving. For those who followed their songs never returned.

However, it didn’t stop there. Some believed that you didn’t have to wait for them to find you. Apparently, you could summon them. 

It was stated that when the sun bled into the water with hues blossoming red and gold, the summoner should bring a gift—something precious, an offering of silver. Toss it into the waves and wash your face on the shore as the waves slowly take it away. Hum a tune, preferably one expressing your deepest yearnings and desires, for it will attract and bring them closer. Then, wait for the sea to answer as the sun fully sets. 

Old fishermen warn you not to cease your melody, for the sea listens keenly. These creatures aren’t particularly known for their patience; silence could summon their wrath instead. Keep your melody alive and listen closely. When you hear a tune drift back to you from the depths, you know you’ve been heard—the ritual is then deemed successful.

If you were lucky, a benevolent creature may grant you mercy. It was a common belief that they may offer you a kiss—one that could grant gifts and blessings. Stories claim that this kiss could fill your lungs with the ocean’s breath and grant you the power to swim as one of them. 

But luck was a dangerous, fickle thing to gamble. More often than not, when these creatures appeared, these gifts weren’t given freely. If they came at all, they never left any witnesses behind. They were more of a misfortune than a boon.

Now, you were a skeptic. You weren’t one to believe in such things. They were merely fairytales to you, and you knew that the ocean was more forgiving than that as long as you didn’t go beyond the reef. Though, you couldn’t help this lingering curiosity eating away at the back of your mind like a swarm of pests.

And so, you decided to test this theory.

One evening, you found yourself standing at the rocky shore. You knew the stretch of this coast well, the rocky areas always seemed to slope faster into the deep strangely. This seemed like a perfect spot to do the bidding.

In your hand was a hooped silver earring, one from a pair you had lost a long time ago. It glinted as it caught the last rays of sunlight as you watched the sun set. While it was precious, it was merely a trinket. You could live with its loss.

This was foolish. Childish, even. Testing an old sailor’s tale? You should have laughed and left it at that.

The faint smell of the salty breeze met your senses as you took a deep breath. Your pulse quickened with anticipation—or was it fear? Either way, there was no turning back now, not after all the trouble you went through to find a trinket you thought no longer mattered and to travel all the way to the beach.

You let the earring fall from your fingers. The silver flashed briefly before the tide claimed it, and it evanesced into the water. 

A sigh slipped past your lips as you crouched by the shoreline. For a moment, you hesitated. What if they were right? What if these warnings weren’t just tales after all?

No, you were here now. This was merely a ridiculous test because you had nothing to do. Nothing was going to happen. Even if it were real, you weren’t one to give in to temptations so easily. You were not exactly easy to impress after all.

The cool water lapped at your hands and you splashed it onto your face with the salt stinging your skin. A stray drop had managed to slip into your lips and you immediately spat it out, grimacing at the bitter taste that settled on your tongue.

Then, you parted your lips and sang.

A gentle tune floated from your lips. Simple and familiar, no grand notes or anything. It was the kind that was second nature to you as if it had always belonged to the waves itself.

The sun continued setting slowly, and the waters were painted with deep crimson and orange. The final note left your lips and you waited. You were unsure if you had done it right. Would anything happen at all? Did you make a fool of yourself?

Your ears strained as you listened. To keep the melody alive, you hummed the whole song over again. The last rays of the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the ocean seemed to grow still when you finished.

Nothing. You heard nothing. You almost felt foolish.

A frustrated sigh spilled out of you and you stood up. You had just practically tossed your silver jewellery into the water to test out some absurd myth. There was no one to blame but yourself in this situation. You turned on your heel, about to walk away with humiliation.

Until you heard it.

The waves crashed against the rocks. You backed away from the edge so the waves wouldn’t catch you, but you listened closely. 

A note. It rose faintly from the waters, and the sea seemed to hum it.

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray…

Your blood froze.

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay.

You weren’t alone.

Conversing with a young lass who seem'd to be in pain,

Saying, "William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again.

Your heart thudded in your chest painfully as you glanced at the water with your eyes wide, straining to see among the shifting tides in the darkness. And there, you espied something.

A head popped out from beneath the surface. Lilac-silver hair and emerald eyes stared straight at you. Confused, you blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes, unsure if your vision was deceiving you. But when you opened your eyes again, it was gone. The water was empty, and the eerie hum of the ocean was the only sound to be heard.

Your pulse quickened.

Had you imagined it? Something told you that this wasn’t a coincidence.

This time, you decided to be a little risky. You stepped near the edge, feeling the moss and jagged rock beneath your feet to take a closer look. Your eyes fixed on that one spot where you had seen the head. 

There was… definitely something beneath the surface. Something was moving, and it looked like a fish tail. Ripples lapped gently at the water’s edge as the head emerged again.

This time, however, it was closer to you, and you could see a few more prominent features. A crown of coral adorned her head, and gills of fish rested by her ears. The same emerald eyes stared at you as if her gaze was piercing into your soul.

“Hello?” you blurted out almost foolishly. “Did I disturb your swim?”

Her intense gaze made you nervous and made your heart race. The figure simply tilted her head as she looked at you, almost with deliberate slowness as if she was sizing you up. Then, she smiled.

“You summoned me.”

A chill ran down your spine. You blinked momentarily, your mouth parting as you thought of what to say. And then the realisation hit you, and you smacked your forehead in embarrassment. Fool, you scolded inwardly. Why in the seven seas would you ask such a thoughtless question?

“I—uh—” You cleared your throat and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “I didn't think it was… possible?”

She merely chuckled and rose slightly from the surface, sitting on a rock just close to you. Droplets of water dripped down her face and neck, and for the first time, you could see a creature like her in full display. Her hair swayed gently as if caught by an unseen breeze. Her hair colour reminded you of periwinkle flowers; ethereal, elegant and eye-catching. The three E’s.

Her tail glistened with rich shades of violet and curled around her as she sat. Its scales were arranged perfectly with iridescent patterns that shifted in the light, creating a stunning display of brilliant colours. Were those tiny wings hanging behind her ears? Your ancestors hadn’t provided many details on these beings’ appearances.

The sight of her made your breath catch in your throat.

“Did you think I was going to leave without greeting you?” she asked, breaking you out of your trance. Her voice was smooth and soft like silk, and it almost sounded like a lullaby.

You swallowed hard. The weight of your reckless curiosity was starting to sink in.

“No…” you mumbled. Her fixed gaze on you wasn't making this situation any less frightening. The darkness didn't help either, as the sun had just set. It was as if her eyes were the brightest thing around, glowing faintly.

The sea listens keenly. You should have heeded that warning from your masters.

“I had no idea what I was thinking,” you continued sheepishly, attempting to salvage every last bit of your dignity. “I guess I wanted to know if the old tales were real—”

“Tales.” Her smile widened. “You didn’t think they were true?”

Not until now. The truth had punched you in the gut and you were left feeling lightheaded. Of course they were true.

You didn’t know whether to cry, laugh or flee. Or all of the above. Perhaps the ground could open up a hole and swallow you instead, that’d mostly be preferable.

The silence stretched for a long moment. Then, she spoke again, breaking that silence.

“My name is Robin,” she said lightly, as if offering the name was some casual gift. “And what’s yours, sailor?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, unsure if you should be terrified. However, provoking these creatures wasn’t exactly encouraged. Swallowing, you crouched down and answered nervously. “[Name].”

Robin eyed you for a moment before smiling. “[Name], how lovely,” she hummed looking down at her reflection in the water. “Well, [Name], how fortunate for you that I’m feeling quite generous tonight.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “Generous?”

Her finger traced lazy circles on the surface of the water. “What is it that you desire the most?” she asked. “You had a reason to summon me, did you not?”

“Oh.” Shaking your head, you waved your hands dismissively. You had completely forgotten about that. “No, not at all. This was… merely a test of courage.”

“Shall I reward that courage?”

“What?”

Her tail flicked, scattering droplets into the air as she slid off the rock and sank into the sea once again. “Shall I grant you a blessing to reward your bravery?” She pressed herself against the crag and leaned in just enough to make your pulse quicken. “A curious sailor like you deserves such a gift.”

The water curled towards the rock at your feet. Had you heard her right? A gift? Something about it made you suspicious, yet her gaze seemed sincere.

When you didn’t answer, her eyes gleamed as she continued, “I don’t offer my gifts lightly, dear. A kiss from me, and you could have it all. Swim with the tide, breathe beneath the waves, see the ocean as I do…” Robin sighed and rested her head on her hand. “It’s a rare offer. One that most sailors would beg for.”

“That easy, huh.” You eyed her warily, crossing your arms. There had to be a catch.

Robin’s smile didn’t falter. “Would you rather I make it difficult?”

You blinked a few times before shaking your head. “No, I—” A sharp exhale slipped out of you. 

You were going to say no. You were sure of it. So why couldn’t you?

“So what’s wrong?” she asked, watching you closely. “You troubled yourself to come all the way here and summon me. Surely you wouldn’t just leave empty-handed? Ridiculous. Why hesitate?”

The waves lapped slowly at the rock and the rhythm of your pulse quickened. The ocean seemed to stretch endlessly behind her.

Why hesitate?

The question should have been easy to answer. So many answers, so many reasons. Yet, you just… couldn’t seem to name them.

“You’re thinking so hard,” she mused. “Is it really so difficult?”

You stiffened.

Yes, it was.

“I-I just…” you murmured, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I would much rather have my feet stay on land.”

Silence enveloped the both of you like a blanket. Robin narrowed her eyes at you, putting her hand down, and her eyes were locked onto your face which made you more nervous. It seemed like she was examining you. Closely.

Did you perhaps tick her off?

Dark waves rolled in like silk as the ocean shimmered. The air felt a lot heavier. It clung to your skin, thick with salt and something else you couldn’t name. Words are unable to be formed and for a moment, you swore you heard the tide humming. 

A haze settled into your mind, thick and intoxicating. The stars had just come out, and they shone in a way that felt unreal. In fact, your surroundings felt unreal.

She was closer now, humming a soft melody to like the lull of the ocean itself. When had that happened? Her cold, damp fingers brushed against your cheek which made your breath hitch.

“You’re trembling,” she spoke softly. “You're not afraid, are you?”

Afraid? No, not at all. In fact, the fear had eroded away the moment you heard her sing. There was something about her voice, something that allowed each note that spilled out of her lips tug at the threads of your heart. Any thought seemed to wash itself out as you drowned in the pools of her emerald eyes.

You felt her hand gently caress your face, inclining your head closer. Before you knew it, soft lips brushed against yours in a tender kiss. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears and your head spun as the kiss lingered for a moment, unable to bring yourself to pull away.

It was an unexplainable, intoxicating allure that had you trapped, rendering any attempts of resisting fruitless. Her lips tasted like sin itself, enticing you deeper—and you wanted more of it. Your mind melted as the world around you seemed to blur at the edges. It just urged you to lean in a little more, fearing that to pull away would shatter this utter bliss.

“Still with me?”

Robin’s voice was a sweet and sugary lilt as she murmured against your lips, and it wrapped around your senses—lingering like the taste of salt on your tongue. You nodded, unsure if you even remembered how to speak. Or think. Or breathe.

Her lips were warm. But why was the water so cold? You could feel it rise to your ankles. Then your knees. Then your chest.

Wait—when did you step into the sea?

Your body swayed and it felt weightless. Somewhere far away, you heard the tide singing and Robin singing along with it. You could feel her hands cup your face and tilt your head deeper into the kiss. A low hum rattled in your chest, vibrating throughout your bones.

The ocean listens keenly. You should have known that.

The ocean listens keenly. You should have known that.

Your lungs felt full as she pulled away. Not tight. Not desperate. Just… full.

She was still so close. You hadn’t moved, had you? But you were closer. You blinked slowly at her as she swam in and out of focus. Were her eyes glowing? Or were yours just dimming? It was hard to tell. She hummed a soothing melody that eased your thoughts.

“I thought you sailors were clever.”

Huh?

The realisation came in slowly like thick syrup, a heaviness that settled in the pit of your stomach. You were sinking. Or had you already sunk?

Something delicately grazed your cheek. A strand of hair, drifting freely into the water. Yours or hers?

…Had you been holding your breath all this time? The ocean was in your ears. Your lungs. Salt was burning your throat and your mind. Your head tilted back instinctively to take a breath as you struggled.

But there was no air left to take.

You tried to lift your legs, but they felt heavy and sluggish. The cold ocean wrapped around you like a blanket, pressing against your skin.

The only thing you could see was Robin’s face. Crown of coral adorning her head, and gills of fish resting by her ears. The same green pools of eyes you drowned in pieced into you.

She was smiling.

“Close your eyes,” you heard her say. At least you think you did. “It’s easier that way.”

The pressure in your chest was heavy but no longer frightening. It felt familiar—like the hundreds of warnings you have heard from your masters the moment you were old enough to walk. They echoed in the back of your head.

You remembered the tales, the stories. How they had lured those before you. How the sea listened so carefully to their songs they were later consumed. You remembered the warnings passed down from generation to generation. The fear it was supposed to ignite.

But now, as you sank deeper, there was no fear. Only acceptance.

Robin’s hums echoed in the depths. It seeped into your bones to your very essence. It was the same melody you heard her sing, the same lullaby your ancestors must have heard. The one they couldn’t escape. You thought you were clever. You thought you weren’t easy to please. You thought you could even have a chance of escaping. You thought wrong.

You parted your lips, perhaps to call out the name of your family, perhaps to scream for help, but your words got lost in the water. They were swallowed by the depths.

Now you understand. Now you understand why they didn’t run, why they didn’t escape—the allure was not just the beauty, but the temptation. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t resist it. The sailors were left with no choice. Neither were you.

The ocean listens keenly. And, like it did to your ancestors, it answered.

You felt Robin’s hand graze your cheek as she gazed at you with that deceptive, soft look in her eyes. You both then shared one last kiss. Her breath—the sea’s breath, rather—filled your lungs.

And you let it. You succumbed to what was promised eternal bliss. It was easier that way.

[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”

---------

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. 

[magnoliamyrrh]

everyone was like oh my god be careful ur stomachs gonna b fucked up in philippines. my stomach has been more fucked up in america on the regular and my skin has stopped acting up 💀 that place is poisoning us

[princessfaerygia]

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

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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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[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.

[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.

[kohyuuu]

new ocs ! started: 2/3/25 finished: 2/6/25

im feeling really fucking sick rn and i think i have the flu so here is the kinda long awaited introductions to my three new ocs x

was going to add at least 1-2 more hcs for scarlett but im experiencing brain fog rn

anyway enjoy !

as always, androgynous reader <3

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(more undercut !)

elias dunstan rivera 🐢🎧🇵🇭 (based off of rise donatello)

- he’s a philippine forest turtle

- he’s in 2 honors classes and is in ap psychology which he absolutely hates and loves

- has adhd! (inattentive type) you have to comfort him because his meds don’t work sometimes/take a while to kick in

- has an x-men hyperfixation !! (ares suggestion!)

- quiet. he’s a shy fella. will talk his head off to you over tv shows, movies and fandoms tho !!

- owns grey sony headphones (weirdly specific ik HELP) that he wears on his head or around his neck

- loves hugs (especially from you <333), just make sure to ask him first incase he’s overstimulated. he’s very indifferent to touch but doesn’t mind it when he isn’t overwhelmed

- doesn’t have a lot of friends, except for you and a few other people

- if you two are dating, he would feel insecure given how shy he is, and he feels like he wouldn’t be a good boyfriend but you reassure him he is and always will be ❤️

- kinda hates walking in the hallways at school bc it’s really loud and it overwhelms him sometimes 😕

- he is of filipino descent!!

- some people tell him he kinda looks like rottmnt’s donatello and he’s like “who??” and then they show a pic of him and he’s like “ohhh… yea we do kinda look alike ngl” HELP ME

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finley singh 🐯🤼🇮🇳

- he is a bengal tiger!!

- has average grades in his classes at school (do NOT ask him about math please x)

- for an apex predator, his name doesn’t sound that threatening

- like when you think of the name finley, you wouldn’t think of a literal tiger that looks like he would beat you up in the parking lot…. 😞

- he’s on your school’s wrestling team !! he’ll jump people for you if they’re being mean to you dw x (AND ITS ON SIGHT 😛)

- finley is of indian descent :33

- he’s a soft spoken person but sometimes his voice comes out high and awkwardly loud whenever he speaks

- plays fortnite and fall guys

- owns the hatsune miku skin on fortnite and is a freaking god on fall guys

- if you two are dating, i feel like he’d be an amazing boyfriend but also a really annoying one

- he would try to find you the second he gets out of the locker room so he can walk home with you/however you get home if you’re still at school

- finley’s also the type to give big bear hugs whether you’re a close friend or his s/o, he’ll back off if you’re uncomfy ofc !!

- he chuffs when you guys hug btw and its loud af and he might pounce on you so be careful LMFAO

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scarlett avery ellis 🌹🤠🇺🇸

- human!! she is black <3

- she also has adhd (combined-type) and is hyperfixated on american/cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic and music!! ❤️

- her grades in school are also average, but you and her have study dates together if you two are dating <3

- has a big american flag in her room!! she also has a corkboard with everything american/cowbody related on it in the style of an early 2000s rom-com where the character plans out something on their corkboard or smth?? (idk if y’all are getting my reference but i hope yk LMAO)

- randomly sings the intro song from american dad when she’s around you and/or some friends LMFAOO

- is best friends with elias!! you and him met thanks to her <3

- if you two are dating, i feel like scarlett would be a loving girlfriend, you guys would just do everything together (depending on your comfort). she has moments where she’s overstimulated or overwhelmed bc of something, so you’re always there for her xx <3

- she’s really big on slime rancher (first and second game), like every time you would come over to her place to hang out the first thing you see her doing when you go into her room she’s playing slime rancher on her pc 😞

- plays a lot of pj sekai. the group she chose was wonderland showtime!! (the group i chose once 😛)

- owns rdr2 on steam !!!!!! (she has over 55+ hours on it)

2/17/25 edit: SPECIAL THANKS TO MY GOOD FRIEND @ares-shithole-writing-blog !!1!1!1! he helped me come up with a few of the facts for these lovely characters xxxx

[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.”

[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: Water 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 && Gift Giving [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 [5/6]: @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], @raiden-oc FB [With Dionysus] [Flower Baby🌷] [12/25/24]; 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

[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"

[jedimemories]

Just can't help writing Randall being hurt and my OC Liezel is comforting him!

I guess I was inspired by some artwork of @randall-simp-nadt88 called Meltdown but I'm making a bit different context in my short story. (I'm been thinking of writing it a long time ago but I don't have time until now.)

Also it's a bit similar to my rp idea if Liezel meet with Randall when she's 15 years old. Sadly I'm still waiting for response.

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Few days later that Randall runs away from arrest, he secretly again sneaked inside Monsters Inc and entered throughout the green wooden door that leading him to Philippines.

Eventually he's randomly run into someone's closet and meet the shocked teenage girl who's later get interested in him. Liezel Aquino decided that it's better to him to stay ather place when they're alone. She's introduced herself and Randall somehow do the same thing. A Filipino girl asked him to tell him more about himself.

Liezel listened carefully and didn't judge him. Once Randall gets really furious as she entered the room.

A short teenage girl with short black hair and brown eyes, tan skin who's wearing green t-shirt and short jeans and green sandals with yellow stripes rushed towards her room. Liezel watching Randall getting an a emotion breakdown. "Lizard guy, what's up?" she asked softly. Randall was furious. "I always never good enough! Nobody's cares about me!" he shouted. Liezel trembled nervously. He started crying. "I can't breathe… My heart hurts… I hate myself so much. Kill me please." Liezel watched him as he holding his chest and then looked at him while Randall stared at the girl with begging eyes full of tears.

Liezel comes closer and giving him a hug. "It's not a option. No matter what happened, you don't have to go suicidal. You're worth living, Randall." "Don't act like you know how it's like! I never good enough. I can't be as good as Sullivan." Randall pushed her away. "You don't have to be like Sullivan. Be yourself. Imagine if you could use your talent of inventor for good?" Lie patted his head. Randall lowered his head. "I did a lot of bad things. They're never accept me back anyway." "What if I help you with your anger issues?" a teenager suggests. "Why would you do that?" he wondered. "Because I feel we're could become a good friends." Lie smiles. Randall blinked. He remembered when he meet with Mike Wazowski back than in thr university and said something similar to him. "No, I'm not really a good friend…" Randall walked awaysnd turned away from Liezel. "I'm sorry if I'm hurted your feelings by something." she sighed. Randall glances at her again. He felt broken but he somehow wanted her to stay. Randall never apologing for his anger towards others but right now he thought he would be ready to said it out loud but Lie understands it without words. "Liezel, right?" he asked the teen. "Yeah, you can call me Lie. I think you need a nap." she smiles. "I guess you're right." he snuggled into her a bit. A teenager giggled. "You can rest on the sofa. Maybe you want something?" she asked. "I'm not sure." he replied. "I have a thin blanket if you want." she spoke again. "Why you're kind to me?" he was about to cry again. "Because I believe that kindness and love more powerful than harted and anger." "I hope it's true." Randall sobbed. "Oh, you poor thing. You're so stressed." Lie hugged him. "Uhm, thanks." he said through sobbing. "Not problem, lizard guy."

(Sorry it's short or if it's not that good. By the way I cried myself several times because I'm still mad at that my dad reminds me of the times when I'm failed at something. I can't change anything because of my eyesight disability. And it's sad and not fair. If he didn't compared me to someone all the time.)