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“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love”

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 4 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3) Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 1,961 words

Warnings: humor, playful teasing, translated filipino, slight smau but overall none! Hope you enjoy this chapter<3

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Summary: Race Day

A/N: New Character!! Keep reading to find out who SHE is :3, taglist opennn. Once again reply if you want to be tagged! Also i may not be able to upload chapter 5 tomorrow or the next day cause i'll be busy but i'll try asap ;)

The sun shined through your face from the car window. You were seated in the backseat with Pao next to you and your brothers at the back while your parents were at the front. Your father is driving the car, and your mother is in the passenger seat. It was finally the day you dreaded, yet you were excited. Race day in Monza. Your family had to go somewhere, and once you were done with that, you drove back for the race. The ride was a 2-hour drive, which isn't so bad. Well, for your family, 2 hours was like 2 minutes for you. God, were you still so nervous.

"Dad! Do we seriously have to ride in your Mercedes Benz? I mean, great car, but-" Your sentence wasn't even finished till Pao cut you off.

"We get it; you have a Ferrari; you prefer that. Nobody cares." He rolls his eyes, slouching while scrolling through his phone.

"Haha, you're funny; at least the team I support has a car. Unlike Red Bull." You said with a sarcastic tone, cooing at your brother as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Pao gasps at the statement you said; he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he continues scrolling on his phone.

"You know I like this car, Dad, it's nice. Isn't it Kuya? (older brother)" Dan smiles from behind as he looks at his two older brothers, James and Mark, who nod, agreeing to the fact that the car was really nice.

"You guys only say that 'cause you're a Merc fan." You chuckle, looking back at your brothers from behind with a smug look.

"Yes and no" Mark replies to you, raising his eyebrows as he laughs.

"Speaking of teams, which garage are you guys going to?" Your dad asks, carefully watching the road. His hands steering the steering wheel from the corners of Monza.

You say without hesitation and with a little too much excitement, "Carlos!" you chirped, not realizing how much joy was in your voice. You look at them, eyes blinking profusely and mouth wide open from the realization.

"Obviously." Pao snickers, looking at you with eyes full of amusement.

"Oh, shut up!" You groan as you hit his arm, nudging him to the side. No matter how much

you deny it, you'll always be obvious about your crush on him, especially after your encounter with him last night.

A sharp hiss comes out of Pao's mouth. "Girl, you need to stop hitting me." He stared at you, eyes wide open as he refocuses his attention on his phone.

"It's a Filipina thing, Pao, don't bother trying to stop it." Your father laughs, oblivious of the repercussions of his actions. Considering the fact that your mother was next to him.

"May sinasabi ka!? (Are you saying something!?)" Your mother says angrily, diverting her attention from fixing her bag to glaring at your father. Eventually, hitting your father's arm.

Your father, who was still driving, realized what he had just done. His eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head to his left as he smiled nervously at your mother.

"Oh, mon amour! I was just joking; you know I love you!" A loud, nervous chuckle comes out of your father's voice. Praying to the Gods that the air buzzing and the intense stare of your mother would stop.

She rolled her eyes, grunting as she hit your father in the arm again. "I love you too." She mumbles, her attention going back to her bag.

A sigh of relief and content escapes your father's mouth. "Ah, where were we! Oh yes, garages. So Pao? You going to Max or Checo?" Your father's hand was released from the steering wheel since there was a traffic light and the signal was at a stop. Still, his eyes remained focused on the road while waiting for Pao's answer.

"I'm gonna be at Max's dad's." Pao smiles, his focus still on his phone, weirdly so.

"You're gonna cry when you see Max." You snicker, teasing him as you savor the wish of him crying, well, in a good way cause you know Max is Pao's idol.

"What about you boys?" Your father turns around to look at your older brothers at the back

"I'm going with you to Lewis, Dad," Mark says as he smiles.

"Dan and I are going to Valterri's dad," James says as he and Dan continue the game they are playing.

"Alright, alright, but what about you, chérie?" Your father turns his attention back to the road as the traffic light signal goes from stop to go. He glances at your mother with a soft gaze as he asks her.

"I'll be with Mclaren; maybe they'll win." A seemingly loud scoff and chuckle come out from Pao and your older brother's mouths.

"What? They may win, you never know." Your mother grins.

"Ma, can you put this in your bag? I'm changing when we get there." You lean in closer to your mom as you hand her the clothes you'll be wearing once you arrive there. It was just a simple white crop top and a red skirt to emphasize you being a Ferrari fan.

Your mother smiles as she takes it from your hand and puts it in her bag. Her handbag was so spacious, you were sure you could even fit your shoes there. Moments later, your phone rings; Someone is calling you. Valerie Laurice a.k.a Val. Your best friend from the Philippines.

"Val's calling." You say to your family as you answer her Facetime call.

You answer the call with a big smile as you see your best friend, Val. "Hey! What's up? How have you been?" You smile at her through FaceTime as you notice her bright mood.

"I'm great, Y/N; you look nice. Excited for your first race?" She chuckles, sitting down on a chair and standing with her phone on a cup.

"Of course! What made you call?" You look at her curiously with one eyebrow raised and with a bright smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, and I called because I'm getting married." She smiles at you, waiting for your reaction

Your eyes widened, mouth wide open. Your family stared at you and Val in shock, except for your father, of course, since he's driving, but you knew he was shocked.

"WHAT? WHEN? WHERE?" You were almost stuttering, extremely shocked, but you were happy for her.

"Well, you know Karina, my girlfriend. We're getting married." She giggles at your shocked but cute reaction

"OH MY GOD VAL!" You say, almost out of breath, but you were smiling so damn happily. Your family congratulated Val as well.

"That is the greatest news I've heard. I'm so happy for you two. Who proposed??" You smiled happily; you were so happy for her. After all these years, she finally found her true love.

"I did, and she was so happy, Y/N. Thank you. The wedding's in a month, by the way." She laughs softly.

"Oh, that is so sweet-" Before you could finish, you heard the word "month," and your eyes widened, mouth wide open once again.

"Well, I'll definitely come. We'll all be there." You smile happily, still in quite a shock that the wedding is in a month.

"Great, bring a date." She laughs softly. "I gotta go, love you bye! Have fun." She smiles, ending the call.

You were left baffled, but you chuckled, still so happy for her.

2 hours later

You and your family finally arrived at the paddock. You snapped a quick picture and posted it on your Instagram story.

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Once you posted your story, you headed to the bathroom to change to your white crop top and the red skirt. You and your family headed to the garage area, where your father was soon interviewed since “The Jean Dela Cruz” was here. You decide to avoid contact and head to Carlos’ garage; you were warmly welcomed as they handed you the Ferrari headphones. Meanwhile, the rest of your family was still in the garage area.

Drivers came in and greeted your father and your family. Max and Lewis first approached your family as they shook their hands at your father. Pao was in awe when he saw Max. He couldn’t help but tear up a little.

Your father notices Pao tearing up as he chuckles, introducing Pao to Max.

“He’s a big fan of you; he’s a Red Bull fan.” Your father laughs softly.

“It’s nice to meet you, mate.” Max chuckles as he hugs Pao, patting his back.

After your family met some of the drivers, they all went to their respective garages. You watch through the TVs in Carlos’ garage, and the race finally starts.

Your eyes stayed focused throughout the race, and your mouth widened a little as you saw Daniel Ricciardo take the lead. You thought to yourself, maybe your mother was right. A few moments in, you could hear the crowd roaring as Antonio Giovanizzi spins around as he loses his front wing.

The next few laps were chill till lap 26. Your mouth turned to a smile as you saw Charles Leclerc lead up and head to P1. Even if you knew for yourself that it was only temporary, you still found joy in it.

Your eyes widened, your mouth completely open as you scoffed quite loudly. The crown roars even more than before as Max Verstappen crashes with Lewis Hamilton. You hurriedly open your phone as you text the family group chat.

The Dela Cruzzzzezzzz

crazyyn ISN’T THAT CRAZY @paopao @fatherchief @simarktahimiklang @jimzie @danny

paopao STFU WTF BRO

Simarktahimiklang NO GOD NO WHY

Jimzie @paopao you guys suck

Paopao no u guys suck

Motherearth ay calm down your teams still have two drivers left

Fatherchief WE STILL HAVE VALTERRI

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You couldn’t help but giggle at the texts in your family group chat. God, how thankful you were that you were a Ferrari fan. You close your phone as the race continues. Lap 31, smiling happily, watching the race as you see Carlos move up a place and Charles in p2.

Lap 32, you scoff, seeing Checo overtake Makes. Your phone rings as you see a text from Pao in your group chat.

The Dela Cruzzzzezzzz

Paopao HAHA TAKE THAT @crazyyn

You roll your eyes that soon turned into sparkles as you see Checo receive a time penalty

Crazyyn no u take that LOL

Lap 53, the race finished. You weren’t sad that Charles and Carlos didn’t get a podium or a win, you were happy that they were at p4 and p6.

The Dela Cruzzzzezzzz

Fatherchief AND THAT’S A P3 LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOO

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After the race, you and your family gather to watch the podium ceremony as you head back to the garage area to meet the other drivers. All the drivers were around, talking to your brothers and your father. Your father congratulated Daniel and Valterri on a wonderful race.

“Great race, guys; you should come over to our house. A party, you could say, but maybe a chill one. How about this Saturday?” Your father smiles as all the drivers agree.

Your eyes widened as you heard about the drivers coming over, shit. You thought to yourself, Carlos was coming over. Soon, the drivers said goodbye as they went their ways, and you noticed Carlos walking up to you as he smiled cheekily.

“I’ll see you, Hermosa,” he winks at you as he walks away, catching up to Lando and Charles. You smile, blushing as you can’t wait to see him.

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mrs-lockley · 1 year

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where the spirit meets the bones

Summary: Above, a merciful Sirena roams the seas of the East. Below, a lonely king seeks retribution. Your paths cross one war-torn night when you save the life of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles and ears that point to the sky. Enchanted by your siren song, the feathered serpent king becomes determined to find you, even if he must wait for half a century.

Posted on AO3 here.

Pairing: Namor (K’uk’ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan)!Fem!Sirena!Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Mentions of colonization (burning of a Spanish flag in a sea storm but nothing graphic), mentions of drowning and burning (nothing explicit), slow burn (pun not intended), mutual yearning and pining, mentions of death and the afterlife. Physical descriptions of the reader include dark hair and eyes

Tagging: @justrunamok @artsynellyyy @theatreslave @musing-magpie @lostfleurs @alathan13 @velvetmel0n @mattmurdockswife @ameliachastain

Author’s Notes: Hello my darlings! After nearly two years, I have written my first fic. Please be gentle when giving feedback and I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty. But this fic is very loosely based on the Little Mermaid with some Philippine and Maya mythology.

The reader is Filipina, but from an unidentified region from the province of Pampanga, Philippines. Kapampangan is also the reader’s first language (and my second language) and does not speak Tagalog. This is the first part of a trilogy.

Translations: Kapampangan, Yucatec Mayan, and some Tagalog is used in the fic. For smaller phrases, translations are found throughout the fic in italics. For longer sentences in Kapampangan and Yucatec Mayan, translations are found at the end of the fic (with additional author’s notes).

Namor’s monologue is in italics in respect to his language. An online translating generator was used. If there are any errors in Kapampangan and/or Yucatec Mayan, please let me know and I will correct it.

How’s one to know I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones in a faith forgotten land?

Lubao, Pampanga, June 1827

The moon was full when you rose to the surface, the night quieter than usual. Rain clouds begin to depart as the rain lightens into a steady downpour over the calming sea. The quiet after the storm, but your burning skin and aching bones say otherwise.

On the beach, a mother cries in relief as her daughter clears the water from her lungs, her arms immediately circling around her as she thanks Apong Díos and the angels above. Beside her, the father embraces his family with a joyous shout.

You had caught the girl wandering the beach earlier that evening at the peak of the rainstorm. It was high tide then, the water lapping too close and too angry as she ran along the shore. One moment she was playing on the sand, and the next, the ocean had tried to swallow her whole.

You fought against the current in search for her, your lungs aching for air as the water screamed in defiance. Your tail cramped as you dove beneath the surface, narrowly fitting between the crevices of the sharp rocks and stones. Only slivers of moonlight guided your path through the dark stormy waters.

But you found her a moment later with her head barely above water, her arms and legs thrashing to stay afloat. Her pleas for help were drowned over the sound of the beating ocean and pouring rain, falling deaf on human ears. The girl’s panicked movements only propelled her deeper into the sea, and it was a matter of seconds before she would draw her last breath.

Softly, you began to sing to her. At the sound of your voice, the girl began to still, her movements drawing to a halt as you approached her. Her eyes fluttered shut, but her breathing slowed as her body was calmed by your song. The water around you began to bend to your will the louder you sang, enchanting the creatures and tides around you into submission.

With ease, you wrapped your arms around the child and held them in a tight embrace as you swam to the shore. Her head on your shoulder, you continued to sing softly to her to quiet her mind and relax her body.

You returned her to the surface as you gently laid her body on the sand, your hand cradling the back of her head. In the distance, the yellow lights of a nearby village hut began to flicker with shadows racing across the window. Quickly, you brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, your hand squeezing hers.

“Gumising na.” Wake up.

At the sound of approaching voices, you released her hand and returned to the sea.

The little girl stands and holds onto her mother’s hands as they depart from the shore, but she hesitates. You watch as she tugs on her mother’s hands and turns to her, urgently pleading for her mother to listen. The mother gazes at the sea, her expression unreadable as her eyes search for answers. The girl turns and points, but her mother shakes her head and carries her in her arms as the father shields them both from the rain, retreating into the safety of their hut.

You ignore the sharp pang splintering in your chest before you turn, floating on your back with your arms outstretched and offering yourself to the sky. Up above, the clouds continue to depart as the rain slows into a whispering shower kissing your skin.

As you bask in the moonlight, you run your fingers over the curved surface of the golden pendant resting on your chest. It was the last relic of your past life, the only physical memory of who you were before the ocean had claimed you as its own. Tonight was far different than the last night you walked on land, but it was quieter nights like these where your mind wandered into the past. One by one, it all came back to you.

A gentle mother’s touch on your hand during a monsoon. A sister braiding your hair by the window. A father teaching you how to sail. A lover sneaking a kiss between dances.

The heaviness in your chest deepens, spreading to your neck and to your eyes as they sting with tears. With pieces of your past echoing in your mind, you look up to the night sky and beg for comfort. One hundred years you have served the ocean. One hundred years you have saved your people from drowning. One hundred years of protecting the secrets of the sea.

But it has also been one hundred years of loneliness.

You were unlike the other creatures who dwelled in the sea. While the sirenas feasted on men and dragged them to their deaths, you rescued them and returned them to the shore. The kataws walked on land and were mistaken for humans as they manipulated the water to their will, while you tamed the water to save the innocent. Siyokoys devoured mortals, but you loved your people who walked on the land and found beauty in their world. While you have the sea turtles and dolphins at your side, your heart remains heavy as they whisper behind you. You were not their kind, why would the ocean choose to have mercy on you?

Gazing at the moon with the water holding you close, you stretch your hands and pray. Why did save me? Must I always bear this loneliness?

The only answer you receive is the pause of rainfall and a full moon sighing in the sky.

Mérida, Yucatán Peninsula, July 1858

By the time you open your eyes, the last of the sun’s rays had settled under the sea with the cool ocean breeze tickling your skin. The dolphin who carried you whistles softly as you wake, its tail brushing against yours as it waits for your command.

“Dakal a salamat,” you whisper. Many thanks.

With a soft smile, you affectionately run your hands over the dolphin’s back as it clicks before disappearing into the sea.

You do not know how long or far you have traveled, but as you take in your surroundings, you realize that you have wandered into foreign territory. As the sky darkens into the blues, violets, and greens of the night, the ocean welcomes you into its soft embrace. Around you, the waves fall into a steady calmness. Just as you enchant humans with your voice, this new ocean comforts you in a strange way you could not quite understand, almost as if it were welcoming you home.

For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax in these new waters by diving into its arms. As you swim beneath the surface, you find yourself finally able to breathe for the first time. You were far from your home in the Pacific, and you were far from the angry voices of the merfolk who haunted you.

“Alang cuenta,” the sirenas sneered at you when you had rescued stray fishermen from falling into their trap. Furious at your intrusion, your sisters lunged for you and tore at your tail and skin with their webbed claws and bared teeth. You screamed for mercy as you fought back, but their teeth and nails were stronger as they dragged you deeper into the darkness of the sea.

Either out of boredom or mercy, your sisters finished their prey upon you and left you in the cold depths of the ocean where the light of the sun did not reach. Hours passed before you were able to move and swim to the coral reefs where the dolphins and sea turtles found you nursing your wounds. With your arms covered in bites and your chest and tail in cuts, you found refuge in the dolphins and allowed them to carry you far away from your tormentors.

Rising to the surface, you push your hair back and run your hands over your face, suppressing a childish giggle at the realization of your newfound freedom. For weeks you traveled with the dolphins to escape their persecution. Despite spending the past one hundred years alone, for the first time in over a century, you feel nothing but relief. You were never welcomed by the creatures of the ocean back at home. Perhaps you could find a new home here.

You pause. Around you, the ocean suddenly grows cold as ripples slowly reverberate throughout the surface of the water. A chill descends your spine as you suddenly become breathless and frozen.

On the seashore, a man slowly rises from the water, holding a scepter adorned in engravings in one hand with his back turned to you. A golden plate rests on the back of his neck with matching cuffs on his arms, wrists, and legs reflecting the glow of the rising moon. A similar belt rests on his hips and above a pair of dark green shorts, the only article of clothing he wears. In the dim light, your eyes trace the broad expanse of his shoulders and the thick muscles of his back, arms, and legs. An air of regality surrounds him as he fully emerges from the water and stands in his full form.

This man is not human, you realize as he walks along the beach, the water yielding to his presence. He is a man of the sea.

Your brows furrow in confusion as he kneels on the sand.

Wings. There were wings on his ankles.

Something inside of you whispers to swim closer to the shore. With the waves beckoning towards you, you have no choice but to obey.

Holding your breath, you submerge yourself deeper into the water and hide behind a rock to avoid being seen. On the sand, the man with the winged ankles speaks softly in a language you don’t recognize.

“Jach tak in wilech,” he whispers and lowers his head. I miss you.

His movements and words are gentle as he places a white flower on the sand, his voice soft and low as he continues to speak. Your heart pounds in realization as you watch him revere someone who could not be seen. This was a grave.

Guilt consumes you as memories of your past life flood to the surface, your pendant weighing heavily on your chest. Turning away from the shore, you close your eyes to force down the tears that threaten to spill. How silly of you to think you could run away when your family rests at home across the ocean. Here, the water belongs to another. Who were you to leave your home behind and reside in a place as sacred as this?

Wiping at your eyes, you turn back to the shore and find the man speaking to the spirits. Even in the dim moonlight, you catch a glimpse of his face, his dark eyes full of emotion and grief.

Slowly, you reach for the sampaguita flowers in your hair and cradle them in your hands. One by one, you sing quietly to yourself as you place the flowers in the water. You linger for a few moments, your fingers running over the pendant on your chest as the water guides them to the beach.

“Patawad na,” you breathe. I’m sorry.

With a final prayer, you return to the sea.

On the beach, a soft hand reaches for the jasmine flowers. Dark eyes look to the horizon in search of the one who brought them, but the only answer given were the quiet waves lapping at the shore.

Gently, the man with the winged ankles places the white flowers on the sand, creating a trail from the grave and towards the spirit’s old home before disappearing into the water.

The only evidence of his arrival is soon washed away by the rising tide of the ocean.

Philippine Sea, near Manila, August 1894

Tonight was much like the last night you walked on land.

The air was laden with tension and uncertainty. Word from the fishermen and villagers had gone around that the conquistadors were having trouble with their colonies in the West. On the surface, you often found the land-dwellers running through the shadows of the trees in the jungle. The islands seemed to hum in anticipation at the whispers of a possible revolution.

In times like these, you turned a blind eye to your sisters drowning the oppressors on the beach. But your hands weren’t clean and bloodless either. As your sisters feasted on their flesh, you were the one to sing to them, distracting them with your sweet voice and innocent smile.

(You would do it again in a heartbeat, you soon realize. With each conquistador that steps into the water, another revolutionary returns safely home.)

But tonight was different from those quiet nights of revolutionaries lurking in the shadows of the jungle. Tonight was a war.

Lightning strikes through the stormy sky and fuels the flames licking at the near abandoned trade ship drowning in the fury of the summer typhoon. The white sails darken into ash as the Spanish flags fade into dust.

Around you, your sisters call to them with outstretched arms, promising to save them from a violent death. You do not sing to invite them further in, nor do you move when your sisters feed on their flesh. You watch silently as your enemies fall and drown to their death, your skin heated by the scorching fires of their sinking ships. With memories of your last night flashing through your mind, you gaze at the burning flags in contempt. It is only fitting that the last thing they see is your face before falling to their demise.

Suddenly, one of your sisters screams and points to the sky.

Aswang!*

The sirenas shriek and recede into the water as the remaining men on deck scream in terror. Lightning illuminates the sky once more and reveals the silhouette of the figure flying in the air.

Your breath stops in your throat as you glimpse at the figure, your eyes falling to their feet.

The man with the feathered wings on his ankles.

You look up at him, your heartbeat mirroring the resounding claps of thunder. The man with the wings pays no heed to your sisters retreating into the safety of the water. Instead, his gaze is focused on the colonizers clinging onto the debris of their sinking ships.

He raises his spear and strikes.

The ocean thirsts for violence as crimson stains its waters. With each strike of lightning and roar of thunder, the further the Spanish ships sink to the bottom of the sea. Screams and gunshots plague the night as the monsoon beats its anger onto the surface world. One by one, the colonizers perish by the sea, the bloodthirst of your sisters, or the man exacting his vengeance from above.

Your eyes widen. On the deck of the last ship sailing, a colonizer opens fire and aims his weapon at the sky.

“Saguli-!” You shout. Wait!

Everything moves in slow motion. Before the trigger is pulled, bursts of red, orange, and yellow blinds your vision. Your ears ring from the explosion as your left shoulder is consumed by a sharp pain that resembles shark teeth digging into your bones.

As your vision begins to clear, the rain continues to pour. Furls of silver smoke surround you as the burning fires devour the last wooden planks of the sunken ship. Despite the rumble of thunder and cries of the sea, the night is suddenly quiet with only the low crackle of flickering flames filling the silence. Your sisters have disappeared. The colonizers have perished.

In the sky, the man from the sea burns before falling into the water.

Without hesitation, you dive into the sea to search for him with the flickers of the dying flames guiding your path underwater. In the distance, the glint of his spear reflects the light of the surface fires with its owner sinking beside him, his eyes closed and his back covered in black ash.

Ignoring the pain in your shoulder, you wrap your arms around his torso and hold him close as you swim towards the surface.

Please be alive, you pray as you break through the water, your lungs aching as you carry the man in your arms. Please.

...

The monsoon begins to falter when dusk brightens the sky. The rain slows into a steady downpour and the wind turns from a thunderous gust and into a whispering breeze. Gray storm clouds weigh heavily in the sky, but cracks of sunlight peek through the horizon.

Tears burn your eyes as your cries echo in the cove. Pain engulfs your left shoulder and your body screams in agony from fighting against the violence of the waves and the rage from the skies. With a cry of pain, you push yourself up and untangle your arms from the body of the man you rescued. The man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles.

A gasp of relief escapes your lips the moment you feel the steady drumming of his heartbeat underneath your trembling fingertips.

“Salamat,” you breathe, a childish laugh rumbling in your chest as you wipe at your eyes. “You’re alive.”

With a gentle hand, you brush his dark hair back. The dusky rays of sunlight kiss his tanned skin, casting shadows of the planes and contours of his peppered cheeks. Drops of jade sit beneath his pointed ears and mirror the jewel on his nose. Beads of white pearls and golden rings adorn his neck. A large plate rests on his chest with two deep blue serpents meeting in the middle, a large pearl sitting in the center.

In the dim light of the early morning, you cannot help but gaze in awe at the beautiful man laying in your arms.

Who is he? You wonder as you softly trail your hand from his hair and down his arm, a frown settling on your lips at the sight of dried blood and deep bruises at his side.

You glance back at his face once more. You should be afraid of him, a stranger from a foreign land who showed no mercy to his enemies. But despite the violence of the previous night, you remember the first night you saw him on the beach in the Atlantic. You remember his dark eyes full of grief, his gentle hands cradling the flowers, and his soft voice whispering in the wind.

The man sleeping before you now was not the same man that tormented his enemies at sea, but the man you met on that summer seashore.

Gently, you lean forward to caress his cheek and sing.

“Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka. Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata. E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka, uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala.”

As you sing the last note, the man begins to stir.

Panic floods through you as you look down to find his hand wrapped around your right wrist. His grip is firm but gentle, with the heat of his skin warm against yours.

Swallowing the ache in your chest, you lean forward to cup his face with both of your hands, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as you gently press your lips to his forehead.

“Mikit tána pasibáyo,” you whisper. We will meet again.

With one last look, you squeeze his hand and retreat into the water.

…

Whispers of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles spread across the surface. From the villagers and fishermen to the convoys and rulers, people spoke of his existence in hushed tones, afraid that speaking his name would incur his wrath. Parents passed his story to their children as folklore, but those who were old enough remembered seeing him walk along the beach before his footprints were washed away by the waves of the ocean.

K’uk’ulkan, they called him. The feathered serpent god.

The King of Talokan prided himself as a benevolent ruler and a protector of his people. For three hundred years, K’uk’ulkan kept their kingdom a secret under the sea. He lived, breathed, and bled for them, enduring the pain from the surface world to protect the Talokanil from the violence of the land-dwellers. For this, K’uk’ulkan reigned as their king, their feathered serpent ruler.

While tales of the feathered serpent were considered myths to the tribes on the beach, another name was whispered across the seven seas. From the clergy and the admirals, no one dared to speak the moniker out loud.

El niño sin amor, the Spanish priests warned. The child without love.

“Namor,” his enemies gasped as they looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear.

It had been five weeks since the Spanish ships departed from the Atlantic. Five weeks before he finally found the ships that had stolen the resources from his kingdom. As the monsoonal rain raged its wrath over the blazing fires of the splintering ships on a foreign sea he was not familiar with, Namor raised his spear and struck with no mercy.

It all unraveled so fast. One moment he vanquished his enemies, and the next he was swallowed by flames.

He vaguely remembered the ocean welcoming him as he fell from the sky. In the dark stillness of the water, Namor could only watch a dark shadow pass above him. Three hundred years he served his people as their king. Three hundred years he fought, protected, and bled for his kingdom. Maybe just this once, he could overcome the trials in Metnal* and leave the crown behind.

But the gods had other plans for the King of Talokan. Behind the dark veil of his eyes, a soft voice called out to him. The voice was different from the songs of the Talokanil and sung in a language he did not recognize. Her voice was lower, deeper, but sweet and comforting.

A siren song.

With eyes as heavy as stone, Namor willed his body to move, his hands grasping at rough skin. It was a song that willed him to return to the land of the living, willing him to carry the crown and breathe.

For a brief moment, he felt the ghost of her hands stroking his face and her lips on his skin. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself alone in a cove with the monsoon slowing into a whisper.

Running a tired hand over his face, Namor sits up and breathes a deep sigh. His lungs ache from the sharp exhale as he takes in his surroundings. Straight ahead, the wide entrance of the cove welcomes the quiet low tides of the sea. Despite the storm clouds, the horizon brightened into hues of deep blues and violets with the distant call of songbirds singing in the distance.

In the calmness of dawn, the King of Talokan could still hear the soft whispers of the siren song singing to him in the cove. Like a fog, his senses were enveloped by her, his skin prickling at the memory of her touch and his ears mistaking the sound of songbirds to the likeliness of her voice.

As he stands, his eyes flicker to the reflection of the rising sun in the water, a small burst of light catching his gaze. Ignoring the pain in his back, Namor rushes to where the edge of the rock meets the sea.

His heart pounds and his head spins as he cradles the item in his hand, his breath halting in his throat.

In his hand was a golden necklace with its delicate chain torn in two, a pendant of a small flower resting in the center.

The same flower he found on the Yucatán seashore.

“Yaan in kaxtikech,” he breathes. “Ma importa u tojol.”

I will find you, no matter the cost.

Philippine Sea, December 1910

It had been sixteen years since Namor heard you last.

The skies disagreed with him when he returned to the sea where you rescued him. For several months, the monsoons raged throughout the region. Time to time, he encountered trade ships from the North, South, East, and West sailing through the merciless monsoons. Other times, he found war on the sea with different flags flying through the wind and crimson being spilt on the waters. Echoes of gunshots, fire cannons, and war cries sounded throughout the night with the tumultuous tidal waves consuming everything in its path.

With each passing ship, Namor heard the distant sound of the siren songs calling to the unsuspecting sailors and soldiers. With their heads barely above water, he watched the sirens bewitch their prey, their eyes glassy and unseeing before falling to their death. More than once, he found himself entranced by their voices. But each time his ears registered their harmonies, he turned away.

Their voices were beautiful, but they were not you. They were not his sirena.

Only you were the one to enchant the feathered serpent king.

Tonight was different from that summer night, for it was the start of the dry season. Up above, the moon glowed brightly in the night sky without a single cloud in sight. The luminous glow of the moon reflected on the surface of the water, but its reflection was distorted by the growing ripples and the quiet tide of the sea.

The air cooled his skin as Namor reached the surface, his back turned to the full moon. It was almost as if no time had passed since the last time he was in the cove. Although the tides were lower, Namor could still hear the distant melody of your song echoing throughout the cove. It was as if he were drowning in you all over again.

Sixteen years ago, he first heard your siren song. But it had been fifty-two years since he first met you.

A deep ache ate at his chest that particular night. After distracting his generals and evading their watchful eyes, Namor sought refuge on the sand. For three hundred years, he reigned as the King of Talokan. When the crown became heavy to bear, he would slip away from his advisors and find solace in visiting his mother on the surface. He carried the souls of the departed in his heart and their memories in his mind, but sometimes the water suffocated him. Nearly two centuries have passed since he last laid his mother to rest and cleaned her bones, but her memory was clear as day in his mind. He may have been born in the water, but his mother had walked on land - it was all in his blood.

“The Talokanil look to me as their King, their God. I would do anything for them,” K’uk’ulkan whispered as he gently placed the water lilies on her grave. “Just as you did everything to protect me.”

He loved his people just as they loved him. He did not regret taking the throne at a young age and the responsibility of leading and protecting them, but there was a heaviness growing deep inside his chest. An emptiness that he often ignored, but was constantly consumed by its hand.

He remembered watching her hair turn silver and the fine lines settling on her skin as he remained young. In the eyes of many, he was still a child. Yet, he carried the years inside him as centuries passed, watching the people he loved age before they breathed their last breath.

“Every day I see our people grow old, but I remain young and know one day I will mourn and miss them as much as I miss you, na’*.”

The only memories K’uk’ulkan had of his father were the stories recounted to him by his mother. When he sat on her knee, he remembered the smile on her face as she showed him the bracelet she wore on her wrist. Tracing the pearls with his fingers, he could feel his father’s love radiating from each bead. Despite their circumstances, he admired the love his father had for his mother, the same love that he carried in his veins.

“I may be King, but I stand at the throne with no one to share it with, and sleep with no one to hold at my side,” K’uk’ulkan whispered. “I am lonely, na’. So incredibly lonely.”

He wondered what it would be like to love just as his parents did. To have someone to wake up next to, and to fall asleep with every night. To hold and be held by the arms of someone who loves you.

The King of Talokan did not expect an answer, nor did he expect to see white jasmine flowers drifting towards him on the seashore.

The very same flower that rests in his hands now.

The petals are soft in his hands as he places it on the quiet whispers of water. In the beginning, Namor thought of the flowers as a strange coincidence. He knew that such flowers were native to the lands in the East, but he had seen trade ships sail across oceans and between continents. It was possible that cargo could have fallen through the cracks.

Initially, Namor tried to ignore it and stop himself from jumping to conclusions, but something foreign gripped his heart. A small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there meant for him to love and be loved.

It had all come together when he found your necklace on the rocks.

For sixteen years, your siren song haunted Namor. He had met sirens and other merfolk throughout his lifetime, but there was something different about your song that called to him. Other siren songs were meant to hypnotize their prey before they drowned or were sacrificed to water deities. Their songs meant destruction to anyone who heard their voice, but your song was sweeter, more gentle. Rather than death, your song brought him back to life.

That was something he still did not understand. Why would you save him?

With the jasmine flowers as an offering, the King of Talokan begins to sing.

“X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc.”

As he sings, the tidal waves begin to slow into a lull. The ocean did not dare to drown his melody.

“Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u.”

The water stills on his last note, but the ocean breeze carries his lullaby throughout the cove. His heart beats heavily, his grip tightening on the necklace as he turns. Dark brown eyes flicker to every corner and crevice of the cove and his ears strain to hear any sudden sounds that could indicate your presence.

It is not often that the feathered serpent god sings. Rare and far in between, the only times he ever sang with his heart was with his mother. She taught him the songs she learned when she was a child on the surface, especially this song.

“When I was young, my friends and I would gather and sing this song to keep and bring back a lover.”

“Did it work?”

His mother smiled sweetly at him and playfully poked the tip of his nose. She could not help but laugh when he scrunched his face. “It did. This song was how I met your father. It is the reason you are here.”

He holds his breath as he waits for your arrival in the cove. With each heartbeat echoing in his ears, a heaviness begins to settle in chest. Hope turns to fear, its icy hands crawling at his skin as the waves rise with the tide.

Shadows of the waves dance across the dimly lit walls. Above, the stars whisper to the moon as the celestial beings await your arrival.

Swallowing the growing ache in his heart, Namor turns his back to the moon and starts his way towards the darkness of the cove.

A small splash disturbs the silence.

“Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku.”

The King stops in his tracks.

“Balu ku, atindian ku.”

It is you. His sirena.

“Akit me ing bulan a masala, karin mikit kata.”

Like ivy growing around a stone, your song ensnares him.

“E na ka tumakut, e na ku naman migaganaka.”

Slowly, he turns around. Underneath the silver halo of the bright moon, you rise to the surface.

“Uling balu ku balang bengi mikikit kata king lalam ning bulan a masala.”

Hanging onto each word, Namor walks towards the edge, his senses enveloped by you. Your voice is soft and deep, comforting and captivating as you swim closer to meet him.

“Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan.”

Your dark eyes meet his gaze as you look up at him. His eyes never leave yours as you sing the final note with a small smile gracing your lips. Time seems to still, his heart skipping a beat as you finally meet where the land meets the sea.

You are more beautiful than he could have imagined. White jasmine flowers adorn your dark hair like little stars shining in the night sky. In the moonlight, he catches a glimpse of your dark green tail, its scales reflecting the glow of the moon beneath the surface of the water.

His sirena, his lool.*

He finally found you.

The feathered serpent god slowly falls to his knees right in front of you, his head bowed in respect.

“Because of you, my people still have a King,” his voice is gentle as he speaks. “You saved my life, and I will forever thank you.”

He still remembers that morning when he returned to his kingdom. For almost a week, Namor had left Talokan in search of the Spanish ships across the Pacific and placed his leadership into his advisors and top generals. This was not the first time he left to protect the borders and identity of Talokan, but it was the first time he did not come back on the day he promised.

Fear flooded his mind when he fell through the sky. He was always strong enough to destroy his enemies, but he was never this defenseless when his unconscious body hit the water. Any remaining survivors could have exploited his lack of defenses, but he was stunned to wake up in a sea cove with his wounds nearly healed.

You reach for him, your gentle hands cradling his face as you silently plead for him to look at you. Almost hesitantly, he follows your command.

“Who are you?”

He has many names, but he wishes for you to call him only by one name.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan.”

K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes and leans into your touch as your fingers delicately trace his face, your voice enchanting him once more as you repeat his name.

He remembered your palm caressing his cheek and your lips on his skin. As King of Talokan, he often hid this soft side of himself away from his people. But with you, his walls crumbled like tidal waves dissolving castles in the sand.

Pulling himself out of his trance, he opens his eyes and covers your hand with his own, his thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles.

“What is your name?”

Your voice is quiet as you speak, almost as if you are hesitant to reveal yourself.

“Y/N.”

A beautiful name for a beautiful soul.

K’uk’ulkan repeats your name as he grasps your hand and gently raises it to his lips.

For a brief moment, the King catches a flicker of sadness in your eyes, but it vanishes as you conceal it with a small smile.

Little did he know that he is the first person to call you by your real name and touch you with such care in two hundred years.

Not wanting to frighten you, K’uk’ulkan softens his voice as he speaks. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”

Confusion passes over your face, your brows furrowed and your lips parted in a silent question.

Although he did not know the importance of your necklace, he noticed the rust and scratches that eroded at the delicate metals. The necklace was worn with love, but it was crafted by human hands and not intended to withstand the cruelty of the ocean. With care, he brought the necklace to his jewelers to restore it to its former glory with the addition of two pearls and the revived jasmine pendant in the center.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he presents your necklace to you, your eyes wide as they brim with tears.

“May I?” He asks quietly.

You nod and bow your head.

With soft hands, the feathered serpent god leans forward and places it over your head. Once it settles over you, you cradle the pendant and pearls in your palms in awe.

“I thought that this was gone forever,” you whisper as you look up at him, a stray tear streaming down your cheek. “Thank you for bringing it back to me.”

“Nothing is gone forever, only lost until it is found.” K’uk’ulkan cups your face gently, his warm hand brushing away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

His heart warms at the sound of your soft laughter and the sight of your smile. How true his words were. In the fifty-two years he had met you, he thought you were a dream, a possible figment of his imagination that his mind created to cope with the growing emptiness in his bones. But you were real. You were the one watching over him when he found the flowers on the seashore and rescued him from the scorching fires that raged across the sea. He vowed to find you, but he had gotten it wrong.

Each time, you were the one to find him.

Looking into your eyes now, he finds himself drowning in them. Dark, deep, and inviting, a silent storm brewing inside of them. The King of Talokan had seen eyes like yours before– eyes that look young, but have seen years of pain, heartbreak, loss, and grief– yet, there was a vulnerability to them. Despite the centuries you carried in your heart, he knew and understood the violence you endured to be this kind.

You thread your fingers with his, your hands locked in a delicate embrace as you begin to pull yourself away from the rocks and swim closer to the waves.

You call his name tenderly, your voice a soft plea. “K’uk’ulkan.”

With a gentle tug on his hand, the feathered serpent god descends into the water.

Come with me.

There is no song to entice him. It is only you.

Long ago, K’uk’ulkan heard tales of a red string of fate that tied two soulmates together from the Far East. Perhaps it is the red string that pulls him closer to you now as you guide him deeper into the water, your hands entwined together, your lips whispering against his and your tail curling around his legs. With your dark eyes and gentle voice, he has no choice but to follow.

Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the sirena and her feathered serpent king disappearing into the sea.

Translations

Alang cuenta (Kapampangan) - Useless, no meaning

Aswang (Tagalog) - Monster

Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka (Kapampangan) - When you look for me, go outside, look up

Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata (Kapampangan) - We will see each other when there is a bright moon.

E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka (Kapampangan) - Do not be afraid, do not worry.

Uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala (Kapampangan) - I know one night we will meet underneath a bright moon.

Na’ (Yucatec Mayan) - Mother

Metnal (Yucatec Mayan) - The Yucatec Mayan term for the Underworld. Not to be confused with Xibalba, “the Place of Fright.”

The Flower Song (Yucatec Mayan) - 1, 2

The Flower Song is originally ancient Maya lyrical poetry from the Songs of Dzitbalche. According to John Curl, the Flower Song was a “rite” to keep a lover that was traditionally sung by a group of women–typically under the supervision of an older woman– and performed under the moonlight. Later parts of the poem mention offering plumeria flowers to create a love potion.

For the purpose of this fic, K’uk’ulkan learned the song from his mother.

X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc - The most alluring moon has risen over the forest; it is going to burn suspended in the center of the sky to lighten all the earth, all the woods, all the lights shining on it all.

Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u - Take off your clothes, let down your hair, become as you were when you arrived here on Earth.

Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku (Kapampangan) - Your chest/heart will feel heavy when we are apart

Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan (Kapampangan) - Do not forget that the moon will be there when it rains.

For the complete lyrics and song, please refer to the YouTube link here.

#namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor x filipina!reader #namor x woc!reader #namor x asian!reader #namor imagine #namor x you #the amount of research i poured into this to make sure i did it right- if there are any errors please let me know #please be gentle with your feedback too #I'm sorry for using emojis but i do not know HOW to make a nice banner like some y'all between paragraphs

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pupyuj · 7 months

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YOUR FILIPINA!YUJ DRABBLE???!?11! WE NEED MORE !!

pardon my wonky tagalog.. kailangan ko magbasa ng tagalog books i swear idk a lot of words anymore bwiset 😭😭

MMMFJDJDJSK OKOKOK i've been thinking about this one for a while bcs filipina yuj is definitely just.. a fucking tomboy like she's annoying as fuck but she's so handsome and charming??? 😭😭 wala ka na lang magawa kundi mahulog diba... 🫠 but anyway, what ifff she's like a basketball player (bcs everybody in the ph is, apparently.. mga kaibigan ko rin potek 😭) and she's giving it her ALL in the court to impress you bcs you're watching from the stands 😳😳😳 wearing her jersey and everything.. eyes focused on her as she moved about in the court... but see, you happen to be a very popular girl. sobrang cute pa so naturally, everyone was vying for your attention even though they know you're yujin's 🤨🤨

usually yujin doesn't let it bother her bcs at the end of the day, she's the one getting to kiss you and fuck you but she was quick to lose her cool when the captain of the opposing team starts talking to you⁉️⁉️ binobola ka putangina... ikaw naman nagtatanga-tangahan pa... kunware di mo alam na nilalandi ka kase ang kulit mo rin 😭 you like riling yujin up, it makes her even better at the game! and at fucking you but that's a topic for later :))))

and ofc yujin wins the fucking match for her team,,, absolutely destroying the enemy and shooting a smug grin towards the other captain who was seething,,, and then everybody was cheering for yuj... singing her praises n everything but she ignored everybody and made a beeline towards you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd... you waved at your friends with a cheeky grin and a wink, being fully aware of what was coming.. 😉

yujin dragging you all the way over to her house⁉️⁉️ being so fucking lucky that none of her family members were around bcs she was sure that if her mother saw the way she grabbed your hair and pushed your back to the wall so hard your breath got knocked out of your lungs... she would get a beating 😭😭😭 yujin glaring down at you while you're smiling innocently, batting your eyelashes and all...

"hindi ka naman galit nyan? ang dali mo pala magselos, love—ah!" you winced when yujin pulls your hair down harder,, and she doesn't even say anything to you... she just kisses you roughly; biting at your lips, shoving her tongue down your throat, not giving you a break to breathe... and when she did she started attacking your neck, leaving all sorts of marks and bites across your skin, already blooming... fuuuck you could feel her hard-on poking at your thigh so you reach down to touch it but she slaps your hand away and bites your neck.. 😵‍💫

"you don't get to enjoy anything tonight, fucking slut..." she whispers against your skin, and soon enough your shorts and panties were off and you were bent over the couch,, whining and whimpering while yujin teased your entrance with her fingers... she wasn't even touching you properly, her fingers barsly ghosted over your folds,, forcing you to move your hips to try and make her touch you properly but yujin retracts her hand completely ☹️☹️

"fuck, yujin... just—" your words were replaced by a deep gasp when yujin just slams her cock inside you 🫠🫠 both of you moaning loudly in unison,, having to clutch the couch for dear life while yujin started pounding into you ruthlessly,, her grunting into your ear, biting your shoulder, and calling you all sorts of names and telling you all sorts of things in a fit of rage 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"tangina mo.. sobrang landi mo... f-fuuck, so tight... mhmph!!" yujinnie grabbing your waist and pulling you to her cock as she thrusts into your hole, using her full length to the point where it almost hurt but you didn't care.. yujin using one hand to hold your head up so you could scream her name without anything getting in the way, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth bcs you were being fucked so good you didn't know what to do with yourself...

"ahhh.. ah—ang sakit.. ang sakit, yujin...!"

"t-this is what sluts like you deserve... stop complaining—shit! nagkukunwari ka pa... this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

mmsmsffdhdj yujinnie letting go of your hair but pushing your head down so she could fuck you even better 🫠🫠 "gustong-gusto mo to, diba? being treated like this... being fucked like this... nagsawa ka na sa tite ko?? kaya pala nakikipag landian ka doon?? ha?" yujin was saying while spanking you,, she has already left her hand marks on your ass,, it was sure to sting for the entire night 😵‍💫

ofc she gets whiny when she's close :((( whining right on your ear, hugging your waist, and suddenly becoming soft?? "i'm gonna come, (y/n)... lemme me come inside you.. mmh..." aaaa yujinnie digging her nails into your skin as she dumps her load inside your walls :((( her still thrusting into you while she's coming tho???? "come, (y/n)... you fucking bitch, come..." and ofc you do 🤤🤤 squirting all over yujin's cock while moaning her name 😵‍💫

hdsskdhdfjhksd and the night ends with yujin carrying you to her bedroom, putting you on top of her and she's brushing your hair with her fingers, massaging your sore body, rubbing her palm gently over the places where she hit you and occasionally kissing your forehead cuz you're her babyyyy 🥺🥺 this is technically her aftercare but she's got her cock sat inside your warm pussy throughout all of this so 😭 hehehe her being possessive all the time but it's like amplified after you've fucked?? like she just whispers some crazy shit (that you love hearing) to you while you're recovering...

"akin ka lang."

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #ive x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines #yujin smut #yujin imagines

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richincolor · 10 months

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New Releases

July is shaping up to be a great month for exciting YA reads! What's on your TBR list this month? Here are the new releases coming out tomorrow, 7/11!

I'd Rather Burn Than Bloom by Shannon C.F. Rogers

Packed with voice, this is a powerful coming-of-age YA novel about a Filipina-American teen who tries to figure out who she really is in the wake of her mother's death.

Some girls call their mother their best friend. Marisol? She could never relate. She and her mom were forever locked in an argument with no beginning and no end.

But when her mother dies suddenly, Marisol is left with no one to fight against, haunted by all the things that she both said and didn’t say. And when Marisol sleeps with her best friend's boyfriend—and then punches said best friend in the face—she's left alone, with nothing but a burning anger. And Marisol is determined to stay angry. After all, there’s a lot to be angry about. But as a new friendship begins to develop, Marisol reluctantly starts to open up to her, and to the possibility there’s something else on the other side of that anger—something more to who she is, and who she could be.

A Song of Salvation by Alechia Dow

From the author of The Sound of Stars and The Kindred comes a YA space opera about a reincarnated god and a grumpy pilot on a mission to save a beloved space DJ and stop an intergalactic war.

Zaira Citlali is supposed to die. After all, she’s the god Indigo reborn. Indigo, whose song created the universe and unified people across galaxies to banish Ozvios, the god of destruction. Although Zaira has never been able to harness Indigo’s powers, the Ilori Emperor wants to sacrifice her in Ozvios’s honor. Unless she escapes and finds Wesley, the boy prophesized to help her defeat Ozvios and the Ilori, once and for all.

Wesley Daniels didn’t ask for this. He just wants to work as a smuggler so he can save enough money to explore the stars. Once he completes his biggest job yet—bringing wanted celebrity Rubin Rima to a strange planet called Earth—he’ll be set for life. But when his path crosses with Zaira, he soon finds himself in the middle of an intergalactic war with more responsibility than he bargained for. Together, Zaira, Wesley, and Rubin must find their way to Earth and unlock Zaira’s powers if they’re going to have any hope of saving the universe from total destruction.

All the Yellow Suns by Malavika Kannan

A coming-of-age story about a queer Indian American girl exploring activism and identity through art, perfect for fans of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.

Sixteen-year-old Maya Krishnan is fiercely protective of her friends, immigrant community, and single mother, but she knows better than to rock the boat in her conservative Florida suburb. Her classmate Juneau Zale is the polar opposite: she’s a wealthy white heartbreaker who won’t think twice before capsizing that boat.

When Juneau invites Maya to join the Pugilists—a secret society of artists, vandals, and mischief-makers who fight for justice at their school—Maya descends into the world of change-making and resistance. Soon, she and Juneau forge a friendship that inspires Maya to confront the challenges in her own life. But as their relationship grows romantic, painful, and twisted, Maya begins to suspect that there’s a whole different person beneath Juneau’s painted-on facade. Now Maya must learn to speak her truth in this mysterious, mixed-up world—even if it results in heartbreak.

My Week with Him by Joya Goffney

From Joya Goffney of Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry, comes a stirring YA coming-of-age, best friends-to-lovers romance about a girl named Nikki who plans to run away from small-town Texas, but ultimately finds that her oldest friend, Mal, just might be the one who’s been there for her all along. Filled with heart and humor, this novel captures complex family drama, friendship, and love. For fans of I Wanna Be Where You Are by Kristina Forest and Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan.

Nikki can’t wait to leave Texas and follow her dreams of a music career . . . After a painful betrayal by her sister and a heated argument with their mother, Nikki is kicked out and finds herself homeless. She decides to go to California to pursue her singing career. When her best friend, Malachai, discovers her plan to flee Texas, he begs her to spend the remainder of spring break with him. He believes that over the course of a week, he can convince her to stay in Texas, or to at least graduate high school.

But their plans are interrupted when Nikki’s little sister Vae goes missing. Nikki is forced to work alongside her difficult mother as they set off in search of Vae, with Malachai’s support. Will Nikki find a reason to stay in Texas, or will this spring break be the last time she sees them? Through her emotional journey, Nikki ultimately finds the love she’s always been missing and discovers the power of her own voice.

#a song of salvation #all the yellow suns #my week with him #i'd rather burn than bloom #new releases

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honeyfizzly · 4 months

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Doodle of my keen eye/hot mc Mina plus some stuff about her and funfacts

Mina is an overly apolgetic and and very sensitive young women with a streak of putting others over herself. She's very socially anxious and struggles with interacting with others. The idea of big crowds make her nauseous. However, she does gain confidence online as she's able to put on a persona that's not her. She feels that online since you're never truly able to know a content creator, it means people won't be disappointed her "true self". She has keen eye because she's anxious and always over analyzing an situation, and hot because she uses fashion to cope with her anxiety an bit (if she looks her best, she feels her best).

Okay fun facts about her-

She lives in a internet Cafe and is a gamer girl (I would say Vtuber but I don't think she could afford a vtuber model)

She was really close with Vivian, which is why her death sent Mina in a downward spiral and anxiety and self doubt. Mina was always anxious, it just got much worse once her mother died.

Shes just like me aka she has ocd and is autisitic

Her and Vivian used to own an dog named "Biscuit", it's why Mina is more of an dog person than a cat person (not to say she dislikes cats).

Shes part filipina on her father's side.

She puked in the diner on day 1. While the "canon" reason is that she ate the slime, my reason is her anxiety causes nausea and very rarely vomiting. Unfortunately for her today she vomited and now she's convinced the entire town hates her.

She isn't romancing anyone, but not cause she's aro like mckenna (Mina is bi and on the ace spectrum) simply she is too stressed to even consider a relationship right now. She is good friends with Reese though.

Despite her girlfail personality, she and tabitha are somehow really close? I made this run with the intent of beinf graded "You're meek" on day 3 but Mina got "I'm grateful you're here". Maybe Mina's sopping wet cat vibes endeared tabitha.

#scarlet hollow oc #scarlet hollow #tw vomit mention

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"the manliligaw" - part 4

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5

summary:

— Camilo, Carlos, and you have grown closer over time. Your mother decided to invite the boys for a trip to your home country, the Philippines! You're sure they would love it, plus what's the worst thing that could happen?

genre:

— modern au, fluff & humor

notes:

— female and Filipina reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong. Although I am very fluent in Tagalog so there would be Tagalog dialogs here and there I'll try to provide some translations for them

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— i know you guys have been waiting for another update for this series so i'm sorry i took so long to update it lmao. the idea for this part came from @pochi-moochika, she sent it to me on discord everybody say thank you to her

After many, marvelous, and messy events involving two boys fighting to woo one girl, things have become alright so far. Now that the serenading, spoken poetry, and love letters are over, you've taken the opportunity to get to know the Madrigal brothers more. It seems like you don't know them enough because they are always full of surprises especially when together.

Today, Camilo and Carlos made their way to your house again as per usual. The three of you have been hanging out and forming a genuine friendship. Both of your families are amused about it. The two knocked on your door in unison, they were greeted by your mother's friendly face.

"Oh! Mga anak!"

"Hello, tita!"

The two greeted politely. You taught the twins a few Tagalog phrases that's why they started calling your mother "tita" and your father "tito". Your mother lets the brothers inside, they noticed a couple of luggage resting in the living room. Camilo raised a brow.

"Are you going somewhere, tita?"

"Oh, yes! We're flying to the Philippines for a visit, tomorrow"

Your mother explained. Carlos wasn't fond of the idea at first, but he guessed that you were probably missing your home country. Camilo had a pout on his face and sighed.

"Aww, but we were going to watch a movie with [Name] tomorrow"

You walked down the stairs holding your luggage when you noticed Camilo and Carlos were there. You give them a smile and settled your things down, Carlos crossed his arms.

"You didn't tell us you're going away tomorrow"

"Chill, Carlos. It's not like I'll be gone forever, just for the week"

You replied. You realized how Camilo and Carlos both had downcast expressions on their faces, it was cute, to say the least, but you can tell they were going to miss you.

"Don't worry, we'll call each other on the phone from time to time"

"It won't be twice as fun, though"

"I know, I'll just make it up to you both when I get back, okay?"

You reassured the twins, the two replied with a defeated sigh and nodded. Your mother, who witnessed the interaction walked into the room with an idea.

"Why won't you two tag along with us to the Philippines?"

"Huh?! Bakit, ma?"

You turn to your mother in surprise, Camilo and Carlos were equally as baffled. Your mother chuckles.

"We don't mind bringing the twins with us, as long as it's okay with their parents"

"¡Sí! We'll ask mamá and papá!"

"Great! Go and prepare your things because we're leaving early tomorrow!"

Quickly, Camilo and Carlos thanked your mother before leaving. You faced your mother with a frown but she only sent you a teasing smile. You face-palmed yourself before turning away. It's not like you had a problem with the brothers tagging along but the idea made you feel awkward. Though you felt sure they're gonna love the trip to the Philippines, what's the worst thing that could happen?

Your family along with Camilo and Carlos landed in the Philippines before noon. You can tell the two were eager to wander around the new environment. The boys didn't tell you the lengths they did just so their mother would allow them to go on the trip.

Inside the rented car, Camilo and Carlos stared in awe at the scenery outside the window. A proud smile was on your lips as you watched them. Sooner, all of you arrived at your grandparent's house, they were shocked but pleased to find the twins came with your family. As all of you settled down your luggage, your grandmother goes to you and hands you money.

"[Name] pwede bang pumunta ka sa palengke at bumili ng uulamin natin mamaya?"

"Oh, sure, lola"

You said as your grandma smiled. You haven't been to the palengke for a while but you can still remember where it was located. You glanced at Camilo and Carlos, who decided to change into a pair of tank tops and shorts for the warm weather. You blushed at the sight of their exposed freckled skin but played it off with a playful smile. They see you walk over to them.

"Wanna go out for an adventure?"

The brothers shared a look and nodded frantically. The three of you head out to the palengke. Camilo and Carlos get to experience riding on a Filipino jeepney for the first time, and they enjoyed it. When you all arrived, you split the money you had and gave it to them.

"Can you guys buy some meat and vegetables?"

"Sure"

"Okay, I'll meet you two back at the entrance"

With that, you, Camilo, and Carlos went in different directions to buy some ingredients. You enjoyed your time wandering around the palengke before buying what you need, you missed doing this.

Meanwhile, Camilo founds himself with eyes glued on him as he walked by. His cheeks turned red when he saw a few of the women whispering and smiling at him. The least he can do was give them a tiny wave. As he walked further into the palengke taking in the sights, he discovers that he got lost.

"Shit"

He cussed, he looked around but everything looks the same. He shrugged, he'll run into either his brother or you somehow. His eyes landed on a particular area where people seemed to be grilling food. Filled with curiosity, he walked over to it and found it was street food. Immediately, his mouth watered as he pulled out the money you gave to him.

On the other hand, Carlos glared at every single person that cast him a look. He was too proud to admit that he got lost while looking for vegetables to buy. He could ask directions but it was out of his comfort zone, he decided to have a look around the palengke thinking he'll find his way back somehow. Before he got bored, a shimmer caught the corner of his eye. Carlos turned and discovered a stall filled with various knick-knacks.

"Wow"

He took a look closer and found interesting toys. There were marbles, a spinning top, colorful kites, and other things he couldn't name. Carlos pulled the money from his pocket and looked around him before discreetly entering the stall.

You made your way back to the entrance carrying bags of meat, vegetables, and needed ingredients. Camilo and Carlos weren't there yet so you decided to wait. Minutes turned into hours and you grow worried, what if something bad happened to them? You bite your nails and decided to go search for them. Looking left and right, you don't spot either of the Madrigal twins. You asked a few people if they saw them but none of them seemed to have noticed the brothers.

You were frantically searching for Camilo and Carlos all over the palengke, merely panicking. You should've known that this place was too big, what if they got robbed or hurt? The thought scared you as you resorted to calling out their names out loud, hoping they'll respond.

"Camilo?! Carlos?!"

You called out. You won't ever forgive yourself if something horrible happened to them, your lips wobbled as tears slowly formed in your eyes. You try to calm yourself down when your eyes caught a familiar guy standing by a food stall. You walked closer and you could've collapsed in relief because it was Camilo, fortunately, Carlos was with him.

"Oh my god! I thought something bad happened...what are you two doing?"

You stopped and stared at the pair. Camilo grinned, mouth full of food, he was holding three sticks of isaw and barbeque. He was wearing a silly hat on his head, his other hand was holding a packet of pogs. You glanced at Carlos and he too was munching on some street food, he was carrying a bag full of Filipino toys, it was the biggest you have ever seen. You were speechless.

"These food are so delicious, [Name]!"

"Yeah, plus I found these cool toys, I'm sure Toñito would love them"

"This is the best! I can't wait to brag about it to Mirabel"

"...[Name]? Are you alright?"

The twins gave you a concerned look. Your eye twitched as you drew in a deep breath, you placed your hand on your hips as a tight smile made the brothers gulp.

"So, you're telling me while I was worried sick that both of you could've been killed, you two were out here buying food and toys?!"

"Lo siento, [Name]..."

"Oh no, we're coming home and I'm never gonna take you two out with me again!"

You scolded them and proceeded to grab Camilo and Carlos by the ear before dragging them out the palengke and back to your grandparents' house. You explained everything to your family as the two sat there guilty with reddish ears.

"Come on, Camilo and Carlos were just exploring"

"Nag-aalala ako sa kanila ng tapos ayun pala gumagala lang sila!"

You were arguing with your siblings in full Tagalog, you sounded terrifying. Fortunately, after dinner, you were no longer angry at them and apologized for shouting at them earlier. Camilo and Carlos never took it seriously and you were glad. The three of you decided to go watch a movie while eating Filipino snacks. Taking Camilo and Carlos with you to the Philippines wasn't a bad idea after all.

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WVBA Fighter Profile: Star Mika

Star Mika is an original character of @cyrah-is-cool101 and appears in this story with permission. I've made some changes to the character to better suit my story, but with the approval of her creator.

Ring Name: Star Mika

Nickname: The Heroine of Mabuhay Justice

Ranking: Minor Circuit Unranked

Record: 6-1-0 (4 KO) (44-0-0 with 26 KO as amateur)

Hometown: Iloilo City, Philippines

Real Name: Mikaela Tiongson

Age: 17

Height / Weight: 5’9” / 183 lbs

Hair / Eyes: Black / Blue (both often change for cosplays)

Attire: white sports bra with teal trim; teal trunks with white trim; pink gloves with black palms and cuffs

Theme: “Moonlight Densetsu” (Instrumental) by DALI

Biography:

The daughter of a Filipina female gymnast and African-American businessman, Mikaela’s path to the WVBA came by following a longtime friend. Born in the Philippines, her family moved to Brooklyn, New York when she was in sixth grade. It was there she would meet eighth grader Paulie MacKenzie, a young man now known to the world as the WVBA World Circuit Champion Little Mac.

Initially following in her mother’s footsteps as a gymnast, a sport at which Mikaela excels, Mikaela hit upon the school’s boxing club by chance one day and met Mac. WIth a lack of support for gymnastics at the school and encouraged by Mac, she would sign up for the boxing club. She would pick things up quickly and forge a fast friendship with Mac. Mac even gifted her a pair of high school competition gloves, teal gloves that she still has, when she became a freshman.

She would fight as an amateur through school, amassing an impressive record, before turning pro last year, inspired by Little Mac’s success in the WVBA. When the WVBA announced a Women’s Circuit would soon be starting, Mikaela knew what she must do.

Outside the ring, Mikaela is totally unassuming. A diehard otaku, especially magical girl anime, with a love of Filipino cuisine, Mikaela is a kind-hearted young woman who is friendly almost to a fault. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and that has followed her into the WVBA. Adopting the ring name Star Mika, the self-appointed magical girl of the boxing ring, she despises foul play in the sport and goes out of her way to face those fighters. As one of her heroes might say, “WIth the power of the stars, I will punch you!”

Boxing Style: “The Starlit Striker”

A star gymnast and a talented boxer, Star Mika is as nimble and agile as any of her magical girl heroes. She aims to dazzle and overwhelm her opponents, taking the fight to them while actively defending and countering when she can. While she’s not the strongest fighter out there, her punches are solid and the number of blows her opponents will likely suffer will definitely add up.

Like many of her anime inspirations, Mika does have her ace-in-the-hole, her ultimate technique, the “Maiden’s Meteor”. It is, however, a feast or famine technique. A powerful uppercut-left hook combination, “Maiden’s Meteor” can knock down any foe, but it can be stopped, though the window is short. The uppercut can be avoided, but if it lands, her opponent’s ability to defend the left hook that follows is slim and the chance of avoiding it is nil. However, if Mika misses both blows, she’s wide open and vulnerable.

Star Mika uses her own athletic skills and the inspiration from her magical girl heroes to be an incredible force in the ring. She combines the grace and agility of a gymnast, the striking of a practiced boxer, and the flamboyant and fun flair of a magical girl. This leads to a dazzling fighter that is hard to hit, swarms all over you, and looks for that one mistake where she can stun you and land a flashy flurry that leaves you out cold. And if you bend or, worse yet, break the rules and tarnish the integrity of the sport, well… simply put, if you face Star Mika, best to be on the right side of justice.

Power Punch: "Maiden's Meteor"

A hard right uppercut that lifts her opponent just barely off their feet, then a left hook to the cheek while they are airborne.

#punch out #punch-out #punch-out!!#punchout #super punch-out!!#super punch-out #super punch out #superpunchout #wvba #welcome to the wvba #punch out wii #punch-out wii #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch-out oc #punch-out!! oc #star mika

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bitbybitwrites · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday - Cuffed - Klaine fan fic

I know it isn't Wednesday - but I saw I was tagged on this late last night! Thanks for the tag, @blurglesmurfklaine !

I don't think I can show anything from my current WIP for the Reverse Bang - that I'm currently working on.

However, I can share a bit of the prequel I'm working on for the first-ever Klaine fan fic I wrote: Trick or Treat.

Here's a bit of the prologue for you under the cut . Enjoy!

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From the outside looking in, Blaine Anderson was a pretty average 6-year-old boy. He liked being outside - rolling around in the dirt, climbing trees, tossing the football around with his older brother Cooper (that is when Cooper would pay him any attention). He ran around the back yard wild and unsupervised, exploring, making up adventures and stories and songs in his head and pretty much getting into whatever mischief he could.

Lola Anghelita (Mind you, she wasn’t really his grandmother, but actually an older Filipina that his mother had hired as their nanny and housekeeper. But she still insisted that he call her Lola) Well, Lola called him a dreamer, or rather the Tagalog equivalent: mapangarapin. He had a hard time getting his mouth around that word but he liked the sound of it, the rhythm of it, the music of it.

He was a sweet child. Blaine was polite, and thoughtful – kind of an old soul in a little body with his bow ties and proper manners. He was also very kind, and outgoing and friendly. In all instances one would think he would have friends shuttle in and out of his home constantly. But he was an Anderson, and the imposing, gated family home in Westerville didn’t do much enticing other young children to come knocking on the door asking if he could come out and play.

Maybe it didn’t help either that Blaine was so much younger than not only his older brother Cooper, but most of the children in his affluent neighborhood. There were many days that Blaine would watch, faced pressed against the window of his bedroom as Cooper’s friends would come to pick him up and hang out.

“Can I come, Coop? Please?” Blaine would always beg. The sound of the laughing teenagers waiting outside in the car always made him think like he was missing out on something fun.

“Sorry, Squirt,” his brother said one day as he straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his thick hair. “‘Fraid not, we’re doing big kid stuff. Nothing you’d be interested in.” He winked and smiled.

Blaine’s nose wrinkled as he thought of what Cooper might be doing. “Eww, gross. You kissing that girl again?” he asked. Last time they were at the country club getting tennis lessons, Blaine had caught Cooper with his face stuck to Lindsay Pierce behind the refreshment stand. She was pretty, he guessed. She looked a lot like a princess. He figured Coop liked something about her long blond hair and blue eyes.

Cooper wagged his eyebrows at his brother “Maaaaaaybe.”he said, grinning slyly.

Blaine pretended to gag. “Yuck,” he said, making a disgusted face.

But then a thought crossed his mind. “Will you be back soon?” he asked his brother hopefully.

Cooper shrugged. “Dunno,” he said. “Depends on how the night goes.” He winked at Blaine in that way that made all the girls bat their eyelashes and smile funny at his brother. “Don’t wait up, OK ,Squirt?” He ruffled Blaine’s hair so the curls flew about wildly. And then he was gone.

Blaine sighed as he watched Cooper jump into the car below. He saw his brother sling his arm over the girl next to him in the back seat. Blaine squinted to looks closer ta the car’s occupants. He couldn’t tell if it was Lindsay or just another girl there in the back seat. Cooper seemed to have a never ending stream of them following him around the country club, smiling and batting their eyes at him.

Blaine shuddered. Girls were gross. Well, maybe not all girls - just girls like that. All flirty and giggly and kissy face - those girls were just - gross.

Lindsay’s little sister was ok. She was sweet ,though a little strange. She wore cat ears and carted around a stuffed grey striped kitten plushie she called Mephistopheles. It was always with her whenever he saw her. Brittany never failed to be nice to him whenever they were paired up to dance together at Country Club events. She never made fun of him and his bowties. She didn’t try to kiss him like the other little girls his age - or pinch his cheek like the older women at the club. Brittany somehow always had candy stashed in her pockets and would slip him some when the adults weren’t looking.

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“You’re sweet,” Brittany told Blaine one day after he politely thanked her for a green apple jolly rancher. “Like a honey bee.”

Blaine looked at her with a patient smile. “Uh, thanks?” He knew better than to explain that bees weren’t sweet, just honey.

“I’m calling you that from now on,” she informed him.

“Honey?” he asked, unsure where this conversation was going to go this time.

“No, Honey Bee. Because you’re sweet - and your name starts with the letter B.” she stated matter-of-factly.

And with that, Brittany just walked off leaving Blaine staring blankly after her as she mumbled something to Mephistopheles that he was getting a new brother called Lord Tubbington soon.

*****

Blaine sighed. Maybe if Lindsay came over to see Cooper she could bring Brittany with her? At least he could have someone to talk to.

Brittany might not understand too much of his thoughts (and sometimes the feelings were mutual), but she liked listening to his stories and never really laughed at him when he told her things.

Blaine tapped at the window pane sullenly.

Being on his own was so boring.

And lonely.

#wip wednesday #fic wip #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #bitbybitwrites #fic: cuffed #fanfiction

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My Bizarre Roommate Crystal Gems Information with Gender, Race, and Heights

Lapis Lazuli - Samoan, Trans Girl(MtF basically Amab), 6'4. Her pronouns are simply She/Her but doesn't mind being called they/them. Has undiagnosed Autism, depression, PTSD, C-PTSD, and possibly BPD. She does have a physical disability though it was from a school shooting she suffered while in high school, after being shot in the head and forcibly out in a coma for a few months, the vision in her left eye is very spotty. Basically, she's somewhat blind in one eye. She does unfortunately do Self Harm whenever she gets a really bad mental episode. At the start of "My Bizarre Roommate" her age is 27.

Peridot - Wasian(Japanese and German), Non Binary, and 4'11(her growth was somewhat stunted as she was a premature baby). Her pronouns are she/her, they/them, and xe/xem. Was diagnosed with Autism at a rather young age, has physical disabilities with her left arm and right leg, high anxiety, and also has bits of ADHD. The left arm and right leg were underdeveloped when she was born so she has to live her life with prosthetics. The right leg had to be amputated due to it's awkward positioning with the other leg. The arm was left alone though there isn't much on there except for a tiny finger and what could've been the hand. At the start of "My Bizarre Roommate" her age is 24 and is a college drop out.

Amethyst - Afro Latina, Cis Female, and 4 ft tall(dwarfism). Her pronouns are she/her. Was diagnosed with dwarfism and ADHD. Though does suffer from self esteem issues. While she probably does need to use a wheelchair she chooses to not use any aid for she is fine without it. She also has a cleft lip. She is Peridot's best friend while also being a fellow drop out. At the start of "My Bizarre Roommate" she is 22 years old, making her the youngest despite hanging out with Pearl and Garnet.

Pearl - Filipina, Cis Female, and is 6'8(though ironically way lighter than Lapis). Her pronouns are she/her. Has albinism so her hair is naturally a reddish color and her eyes are lighter than usual. She has undiagnosed Autism due to her being born in the older days(basically born in the early 70's). At the time of "My Bizarre Roommate" she is 49 years old. And yes, Rose was her ex

Jasper - Mixed Race(Ausssie and African American) though raised Southern, Cis Female, and is 7 ft tall. Her pronouns as she/her though she's kind of against pronouns. She is also Lapis' Ex. Has vitilgo and scars but it's hard to tell which is which. She has multiple undiagnosed mental illnesses that she really needs to check out. She is 26 at the start of "My Bizarre Roommate"

Garnet - African British, Cis Female, and is also 7 ft tall. Garnet's pronouns are she/her. Has diagnosed autism but she masks really well though going to well with it to the point of being stoic. Her mothers, Ruby and Sapphire, are both biological as one of them is an elder trans person. During the time of "My Bizarre Roommate" she is 30 years old.

Bismuth - African American, Trans Woman, and is 6'11. Her pronouns are she/her. She has undiagnosed Autism and her hyperfixation is welding tools and history of weapons. She is also the wife of Pearl during My Bizarre Roommate as her age is 51.

#My Bizarre Roommate #Human AU #Steven Universe Human AU #Rose is still dead #Steven is kind of the same without all the gem magic #Lapidot Story #Lapidot Fanfic

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ash-and-books · 1 year

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: Packed with voice, Shannon C.F. Rogers' I'd Rather Burn than Bloom is a powerful YA novel about a Filipina-American teen who tries to figure out who she really is in the wake of her mother's death. Some girls call their mother their best friend. Marisol Martin? She could never relate. She and her mom were forever locked in an argument with no beginning and no end. Clothes, church, boys, no matter the topic, Marisol always felt like there was an unbridgeable gap between them that they were perpetually shouting across, one that she longed to close. But when her mother dies suddenly, Marisol is left with no one to fight against, haunted by all the things that she both said and didn’t say. Her dad seems completely lost, and worse, baffled by Marisol's attempts to connect with her mother's memory through her Filipino culture. Her brother Bernie is retreating further and further into himself. And when Marisol sleeps with her best friend's boyfriend - and then punches said best friend in the face - she's left alone, with nothing but a burning anger, and nowhere for it to go. And Marisol is determined to stay angry, after all, there’s a lot to be angry about– her father, her mother, the world. But as a new friendship begins to develop with someone who just might understand, Marisol reluctantly starts to open up to her, and to the possibility there’s something else on the other side of that anger– something more to who she is, and who she could be.

Review:

In the wake of her mother’s death a teen is struggling to deal with her grief and where her life is going. Marisol Martin has had a difficult relationship with her mother, they could never really understand one another, constantly arguing and fighting. Marisol might constantly argue with her mom but she never expects to lose her mom so soon and now she is reeling from every fight she’s ever had with her mom. Marisol is dealing with not only the guilt from fighting with her mother, but the fall out of her friendships, the secrets that her brother has, and just her feeling of being lost. Marisol is a mess, she’s angry, she’s lost, and she feels disconnected. She wants to reconnect with her mother’s culture, she wants to reconnect with her friends, and find a way to reconnect with her family but being a teen isn’t easy and making mistakes is all part of the growing process. Can she finally find peace with her grief or will the loss of her mother make her spiral down a path that will only break her? Marisol is going through a lot, she’s dealing with not only the grief of losing her mother but haunted by the guilt from all their fights and from the fact that her mother’s death could be her fault. She spirals into poor decision making from drinking daily, hooking up with her best friend’s boyfriend, lying to her dad, and so much more because she doesn’t know how to deal with her grief, But when everything seems like its going downhill, she finds that she has made a new friend and that maybe this is her chance to start over. Overall this was a story about a girl growing and dealing with grief, did I find her unlikable? yes. Did I not really enjoy this one? Yes. But, I will say that it is a realistic story about how dealing with grief can cause you to do things you’d never thought and how painful it is to lose someone so close to you. Marisol is a teen. she’s dealing with pain and loss and trying to find an outlet for it all. If you enjoy stories about grief and growing then give this one a go.

*Thanks Netgalley and Macmillan Children's Publishing Group, Feiwel & Friends for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #Id rather burn than bloom

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beasiannow · 2 years

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New from Madame Shū Nǚ and the Celestial Temple of Harmony and Repose.

Madame Shu Nu's New You Drive-Through!

Are you having difficulty talking your loved ones into visiting a Celestial Temple Salon?

And even if you can, they still won't go because of the time a complete makeover can take, days, weeks, months even?

Or perhaps you want to change yourself but don't have the time for the full salon treatment.

Now thanks to a fantastic breakthrough, that is no longer the case.

Now it can all be done in the time it takes to get your car washed!

Just log on to our registration site, reserve a time, and type in the specific changes you want to take place and to whom in the car they will be aimed; all others in the vehicle not on the list will be unaffected; it’s best if the change is not the driver as the transformation can be quite startling, so someone else should be at the wheel after that.

After paying via Master Card, Visa, or Sino the Times Card, find the nearest Madame Shu Nu's New You Drive-Through booth, roll up to the sign-in pad, and put your assigned code in; the doors will open, and a conveyor belt will take your car and you in.

There, rays and harmonics will do their work, and thirty-four minutes later, it is all done!

Please note, because of the speed it being run by computers, and it being done by this new process, the results are often not the same as the slower way of transforming. *

However, we are sure you will still be impressed with the results.

* Fluctuations in age, height, the intensity of any implanted language, culture, or “style,” and other things can occur.

You will be amazed, like when Mary June Summer rolled in.

And Ma Jung-Soo rolled out. Ready for some kimchi, Ms Jung-Soo?!?

Perhaps you want to go Vegan?

That too can be done!

And yes, we will admit the speed can lead to a bit of wonkiness, such as when Mrs. Francis Albright came in to become a Japanese school girl as a birthday gift for her husband (You go Fran!). But the computer hickuped and...

She came out a very dedicated Japanese school teacher! (sorry no take backs, Furukawa Albright, it’s in the small print) husband Dave’s algebra skills however have never been better, and she swears that she’ll have him fluent in Japanese in no time.

Mary Hawkens was so happy with her total Filipina makeover she knew what she had to do.

See to it that a trip though the booth was bought for her mother, two sisters, and three aunts, because there is nothing more important in Filipino culture than family.

Madame Shu Nu's New You Drive-Throughs, however, are not just for the young folks, just ask Billy McKeith and his BAE of 23 years Jane.

Or as she is known now, McKeith Jie Bae.

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rurahdenisesblog · 1 year

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How Fear Street Differentiates From Other Horror Films

The filmmaker Leigh Janiak’s Fear Street films, a Netflix series based on R.L. Stine’s horror series, LGBT individuals not only are the primary protagonists, but a lesbian relationship fuels the whole plot. For Janiak, that was purposeful. It was a “opportunity to create a tale that hasn’t been done within that genre very frequently, if at all,” she noted. “That entails crafting this queer love tale that propelled everything.” In Janiak’s perspective, Stine’s novels were typically “pretty straight and very white.” But Fear Street: 1994 which sets off the Netflix slasher trilogy that includes successors set in 1978 and 1666, offers a homosexual Black girl, Deena, as the lead. When it concerns her romance with Sam, Deena lets nothing get in the way. It’s not simple, as the films reveal. At the beginning of “1994,” Deena and Sam have split up and she poses as straight, with a boyfriend to add, in order to appease her prejudiced mother and society itself. The ’90s, as any millennial will attest, might have been an age where females mimicked major pop artists like Brandy, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera, but it also made it challenging for individuals like Deena who fell outside of those cultural standards. She listens to Garbage, rocks oversized flannels and is into girls. Society views her and automatically assume that they know who she is and what she is. Consequently, she’s been forced to take ownership of it, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her. She’s still an adolescent trying to figure out her identity. Other characters across the revamped world equally contradict the mainstream “wholesome, white final girl” cliché that has come to define the genre. Deena and Sam’s classmate, Kate, is an alpha Filipina American cheerleader. Deena’s brother, Josh, spends hours in AOL chat groups dedicated to conspiracy theories concerning the innumerable killings that have afflicted their town, Shadyside, for years. There’s also Martin, the conscientious mall attendant who’s continuously profiled by the cops. These individuals don't merely play supporting parts or function as jokes for the main characters. They serve as the narrative's main characters. In addition to creating a fun, truly terrifying trilogy that intelligently pays tribute to classics like “Scream” and “Friday the 13th,” Janiak wanted to cast “a light on a whole community of disadvantaged individuals who have been taught that they’re outside.” They are the heroes as well. Deena makes a significant promise to Sam in a touching scene from the movie "1994," just before the former quits rejecting her affections for her. In Fear Street, the promise of a future feels more meaningful as it signifies a shift that demands Deena to be taken back to 1666. There Sarah Fier, the lesbian woman who was hung for being in love with another woman and punished as a witch, could fight for justice against the same prejudice and violence that separates Deena and Sam today. Janiak intended to emphasize in "1666" that women who were accused of being witches in that time just didn't fit the stereotype. They were dubbed witches “because they were different, because they were staring too long at the other girl, or because they didn’t want to get married,” she claimed. “They weren’t falling in line with whatever society lines were.” As it turns out, the alienation that humankind conveys is just as deadly as a witch’s curse, if not more so. It helped Janiak to go beyond the otherworldly worries to study the faults of society. Even if there is undoubtedly considerable bloodshed along the road, the Fear Street movies ultimately have aspirational themes. Sam and Deena contribute to the town's recovery, but more importantly, they maintain their romantic relationship. While smaller, independent films were more likely to contain gay themes, the LGBTQ+ movement is begun to demand more of the big production corporations. Seeing the success Fear Street achieved, these larger corporations may be more willing to take a chance on LGBT storytelling in future horror films.

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thestrandedrpg · 2 years

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Alex Woo (Atlas) is seeking his mother.

Label: UTP Name: [First Name UTP] Liwayway Birthdate: between 1964 and 1971 Gender: Cis female/UTP Years on Meridium: 27 years Group: UTP Faceclaim: must be Filipina, between ages 24-31 (at time of arrival) depending on birthdate

Bio: This character grew up in the Philippines, a girl with a promising future until she met the American actor Dyllan Dike. One thing led to another and she ended up pregnant and alone, estranged from her family, and raised her son Alex by herself. When Alex was six, something happened that resulted in everyone thinking she'd died, when in fact she'd washed up on Meridium. Alex has very good memories of his mother, as she was the most important and central figure in his life until he had to move to the States to live with his dad after her death. Contact you? Yes please! Contact is @alexlwoo

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4.22.24 Monday

8:30 am

I still have windblow... If Mitch did something, since 2007? Perhaps....She can't just drop me just like that...

I can't be seen here... I just feel her energy somewhere though it is weird... But I can tell but it is weird...

Early in the am,fake Uncle Jun is not here as always..... But he is bringing cheap food... My point angels though I'm on a diet but it doesn't mean that we shouldn't have food here. Gets???

We should have food and lots of food...Uncle Jun is fucking crazy, he is observing me that I'm on diet and doing my strectching then they will remove the food. Stupidity this Uncle Jun!

Uncle Jun seems strange... Always wearing that green stripe sando with small holes... It looks like that he is giving a clue on something...

This Uncle DD is weird as well... He is a mushroom every now and then... Then they will build their dream house here, his worker will come and go and disappear...

I don't like them all even my plastics biological mother... I wanna be with a genuine vampire on the uphill coz a lot are fake here...

I feel Mitch her blood is bursting somewhere... But why???

Uncle Jun is leader of what group for themselves only??

17 years they all just smash me here and destroyed my entire life...

9:30 am

I still have windblow...I really wanna find my bf who can save me from here, away from the fake people as well... I want my vanity and my future... Something mutual or willing to pull me up...

10:10 am

Little life in the big world.... I wanna leave Cavite... I feel bitter... They just keeep on planning to smash me. I'm not a child, they took away the men that I want....Probably will kill my exes for real for being there at the back and back-stabbing me with my family for 17 years!!!

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10:37 am

I wanted to appear that I have a family but what if,your relatives or Uncle's are the one damaging you at the back...

I wanna talk to Pilot Garret...Coz I remember something that my Uncle Jun got an x named Garret... She is a black girl here in the Philippines...

From the past days, I gave hint to Uncle Jun that I'm remembering something but not asking him directly... I just asked his other x-gf named Jinkie... I said Uncle Jun, I think I saw Aunt Jinkie at the Savemore... He said Jinkie is in the province I think she is with a policeman..

Aunt Garret did energize Pilot Garret???

Then, I accidentally saw Madeline who owns the 2 monkey pets....That she faked her black skintone, that she looks like Aunt Garret... Aunt Garret is a black Filipina girl here in the Philippines having a pretty face.

Aunt Jinkie is a white girl, tall and chubby and pretty as well...They are both old women but looks younger than me coz I don't know... I just saw her probably at the Savemore. The grocery store here, 10 minutes away from our house,there in Salitran at the high-way traffic light. But why??? Why???

Pilot Garret? Aunt Garret??? What is the link???

Someone is controlling my journal here...

That probably, Pilot Garret got a daughter??? Probably it is Madeline? If Pilot Garret cross-breed with Aunt Garret the result would be white and Madeline is originally white but she faked her black skin-tone to look like her mom probably, that Aunt Garret...

Probably ,My Mitchang will be their next generation...Fly with Mitch???

Perhaps the next is Fly with Mitch???

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11:45 am

I feel that they are stabbing me and always put me in the center of embarassment...

Like that fake Uncle DD can't assist me but getting a progress only for themselves...

Waiting for Uncle Jun, he should bring food here.

I wanna leave Cavite with someone I want... I can't reach Pilot Garret. Hoping Mark can pull me out away from here, I don't wanna be smashed by other people that I don't know...

12:56 noon

I still have windblow... I wanna leave Cavite... I can't get a bf and everytime I work these days Filipino are always removing me and telling that I can't speak English. 17 years, I don't wanna wait for another 3 years to be 20! Oh! My God that is totally unfair and bullshit!

I don't like anyone here....They don't know me, I'm so offended for 17 years!

Fucky you DJ! I WILL KILL YOU!!+

I'm not bad Pilot Garret! People are unfair to me...

There are so many pretty faces here of men but I don't trust them plus some of them talk negatively on me, coz of my ugly situation...

1:06 pm

It is weird that my body and aura are changing....Someone is putting a curse on me.

A lot of men are fake here even some pretty faces that they will observe and find fault on me... I don't know what is their agenda?

I wanna leave Cavite... I can fly with Mark to get me from here coz he knew me and he is a friend... But why??? I feel out of place here in Cavite, they didn't get me since 2007... Let's go to Los Angeles...

Though, I really like Pilot Garret but I don't know even a youtube, I can't get success...

I will try to get a youtuber, why I can't get it??? People can transcact there...

Mark and Mitch are missing....

1:21 pm

I get it! People from here and there appear poor in the eyes of some good people...Most specially women who wanted to be a stray dog so that the kind of Pilot Garret will pity them, I think so coz they are sacrificial soul??? Aside, from them being a zombie...

6:06 pm

I hate Maco she is taking my position and my old friends are taking screenshots and sent to Maco. As if Maco is older than me...

They don't respect me,my postion as older than Maco...Salitran people are fake on me...

It is really weird that they are linking here in village...

Maco is appearing as if she is demure and older than me... Maco sent me a message that she will tell to Aunt Teresa that they are, I think in connivance.... hahaha....Who is scared???

6:21 pm

I feel stresss... It is so hot here and dead spot...

6:27 pm

I feel bad and super hot here... I hate traitor...

For Salitran people stop making me a child, stop sending message to my family... I know it is not Algina...

Algina must transfer here in our village...

I wanna leave Cavite ....

6:59 pm

Arte or OA this fake biological mother Bethsilog... I don't like them all...

See....Perfection...Betsilog is wiser to make a reputation...

I want my biological mother be dead angels.. Please...

7:34 pm

On Thursday I will be joining the "Eat Bulagah" invited by Uncle Jun... There is a list for you to join and get money as a joiner...

I will be with my 2 Uncle's professionally, I have my own life to win and get money from Eat Bulagah. The lady from baranggay I forgot the name... She said I need to put 3 curtains outside... The house is open for "Eat Bulagah" I badly need money coz I don't have a job now... We are poorish these days... Actually angels we need TV and smart box? Some food and money. I need coffee...

8:52 pm

I feel bitter... I wanna leave Cavite... I feel frustrated here ... I'm self-pitying... I really wanna leave Cavite...

I feel stress on this dead spot issue on my simcard.

10:30 pm

I still have windblow...

Anyways, I don't like my family except for this nana and my son-dog... But still I know how to be professional...

Professional member of my family... As a mature individual, I mean I know how to be professional. Example on Thursday the "Eat Bulagah" team will be here and my 2 Uncle's are also joining.. I mean I can be a family member on that moment.

Reality example Maco and Betsilogs are having a wrong reaction on me and on the situation awhile ago...

The reaction of Maco is not a family member... My conversation awhile ago with the fakers Salitran Zion ( Zion means to kill ), except for Algina one of my bestfriends since elementary ( I met him in Salitran Elem. School ).

My text on that group for some fakers Salitran, I said this is my son-dog, I like these Pilot Garret and I have killer name Zion there in Salitran.. Or there is a killer in Salitran the name is Zion.

I said there are so many ugly people these days and having ugly character... Ugly faces and ugly character...

Algina and I we had a deep friendship whatever it is.. I know Algina will not do that screenshots...

So, I saw the name of Joel Magalong one of the villagemates here, probably he was the one who did the screenshots and sent to Maco.

Maco's reaction that why did you send those kind of text? It is embarrassing...

For me it is huh? What? They are my friends I thought, they are all my friends...

Maco seemed or sounded like she was pressing me down, she did it twice today...

For that fake Salitran Friends whoever did that screenshots, he or she or someone is putting me down on Maco....I'm older than her but she is appearing as if she is older than me and taking my position as older than her... But she didn't defend me on that Fakers Salitran...

A stupid and low minded person will not see these kind of "hidden reaction" on someone. Not all but mostly mind of undergraduate such as Maco and Betsilogs.

Betsilog and Maco on today's issue are low minded ability to analyze the situation.

For the fakers Zion Salitran, some or that particular person who sent a screenshots to my younger sister to belittle my entire entity as a friend or as a person who can do a "freedom of expression" coz I thought everyone there are mature and truly my friends.

I'm just flowing here but the mental ability of "some" of my family is below average of my high capacity to see things beyond...

Do I deserve to be Queen of Pilot Garret? Or

Queen of Egypt???

Can you save me Pilot Garret or The King Of Egypt???

The crown is very sacred... For Pilot Garret I truly do admire you...I don't know if he can take me into his flesh.... If not...

For the King of Egypt--I can truly analyze beyond the mountains and sees and the skies above... I'm not the most beautiful woman now, but I can enhance and fix me "My King"....I will be faithfully accept the vow as "Queen of Egypt".

Forgive me coz I'm not the most beautiful woman now...

Being Egypt is a double meaning... It can be an actual wife of King Of Egypt or anyone's wife of a powerful or royalty man...

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