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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 3 months

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Okay so I am now caught up with the new Black Butler chapters

NOW ONTO THE THOUGHTS WITH SPOILERS UNDERCUT!

BABY GOT A GUN!

Hmmm...kay Artie maybe you're a bit-

GOD DAMNIT-

...Okay so me and @cartyrs recently have a talk of the vibe of the manga rn (see here and here for the actual talk) in which we both kind of agree the whole Undertaker setting up a orphanage that sacrifices children for blood donations for Doll (in which I ask WHY KILL THE CHILDREN AND NOT DO WHAT ANA DID AND GET THE DONATIONS VIA MEDICAL SHIT-) while building the kids up to be like OCiel, Sebastian, the other servants, and maybe Doll is a bit weird and doesn't fully make sense, but seeing the final face shown panel of Artie is straight Sebastian!

. . . Artie-

He's uhhhhhh....he's kind of freaking me out-

I red this again to figure out what it could be cause it's not just a Sebastian vibe anymore, it's something else, and with a next page that struck me with a thought-

Why does he look kind of like Peter to me?? I know I can't base it purely cause he's a youthful blonde Victorian child, but even his dialog is weirdly Petercore just while Peter was "kids are brats" Artie's more "adults are mean", now obviously I'll be nuts to try and dare theorize he's actually a BD of Peter cause 1) he would have a scar where he was shot unless like Wendy the bullet was to the side and not back to front as I assume based off his corpse-

and 2) Doll would've recognize him for certain or at least be weird around him supposed deja-vu

... No-

Yana you can't-

YOU CAN NOT-

WELP HERE ARE THE TEARS HOLY SHIT-

Now I won't be first to mention how Finny thinking of when OCiel matched with how he's feeling right now, but the fact that Theo, this orphanage's literal Ciel, telling him to run has to be SO conflicting for our baby...

Well, I mean it'll be sad but at least 208 wouldn't be worst-

. . . OKAY

FIRST OFF, I was spoiled of some scenes already, thank my friend for that!

Second, when this picture showed up, my brain decided to ruin me more by playing this-

WHICH DOESN'T FUCKING HELP-

Anyway, back to the review of 208, a weird feeling in my chest of tears, happiness, anxiety, and theorizing-

The parrels Snake even points out of Doll and OCiel when it shows the parrels of Doll and Finny crying over the idea of losing Snake-

The hand reaching out to him by people who saved him-

MY HEART!

. . . I'm sorry wha-

Ooooooh, okay, I was about to whip out my knowledge of animal DNA vs Human DNA and how at sad as it sounds we can't have werewolf babies and question everything-

I mean Dagger's not wrong, I mean he literally named Sebastian based off what he wears and OCiel just off how adorable his smile is, unless someone else named him and he took credit

Also on that thought how he named Doll makes it so much cuter/sadder since he described aka in his eyes she's really is as precious

Also I can't tell is Dagger is saving other abused kids from this circus/freak show, is packing up the ones who tagged along, or if Snake unknowingly witnessed one of their kidnappings-

YOU CAN'T SPRING THAT SHIT UP ON ME YANA-

Kind of interesting they don't have beef, which according to some weird test is the most favorable meat out of the ones out there. Like I get they don't have cattle since they roam and I assumed beef is expensive back in the day, but a part of me kind of hopes it's like a Soma situation back in Weston where they don't have beef due to someone's religion, though then there's pork-

JUMBO!

My boy didn't speak much at all throughout the arc so this is excited as shit!

AAAAWWWWWWWWEEEEE~!

S-So... Jumbo...named the Snakes...?

Hey, Jumbo simpers, come back so I can bless you with him naming your kid-

Okay this is by far my new favorite picture of all of them together! Doll chilling in her dress- A honestly super cute wholesome pic of Beats- Peter giving off that trustworthy older bro vibes- Wendy giving off that one cool Aunt who lets you eat ice cream before breakfast and lets you sip her wine if you behave enough and takes you to Disneyland a weekend just to see you excited and scared on roads vibes-

Though now I have a few questions of this scene seems to show everyone knew Doll and her habit of dressing up to chill with others in comfy clothes (which in same bitch) and which i wonder: Did no one fucking care she was in the bath and trying to strip OCiel back then?? Dagger and Jumbo were in there, I get why they would be chill with their baby sister in there but why didn't they step in-

Unless my joke was true-

My final thoughts. . .

I AM NOT OKAY!

I am taking a lil nap, watch some Black Butler Season 2 cause for some reason unless it's Alois' abuse and death I don't cry, so there-

I have a lemon mint tea brewing-

Hopefully Doll does not die cause I might not return from that, not as a shipper but as it'll be silly bringing her back then killing her off AGAIN!

LET HER HELP FINNY ESCAPE, LET HER HAVE A BIT OF A CRISIS BEFORE EITHER HER OR SNAKE OR SNAKE'S SNAKES STOP HER FROM DOING ANYTHING EXTREME, LET HER RUN INTO OCIEL AGAIN, LET ME HAVE A SCENE OF OCIEL SHOCKED SEEING HER, LET ME SEE HIM WATCH HER WALK UP, LET HER PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, LET ME HAVE THAT!

#black butler #black butler spoilers #finnian #black butler finny #black butler doll #black butler artie #black butler theo #black butler mabel #black butler oliver #black butler snake #black butler joker #black butler jumbo #black butler chapter 207 #black butler chapter 208 #not me crying #Spotify

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Queens Of The Mayans, Brooke, Chapter 4

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: sexual tension

Brooke's POV

"What the hell did you do?" I yelled at Bishop, pushing him as soon as he came into his bedroom the following morning.

I'd been waiting for him ever since I heard the van pull away, and Chucky told me that someone broke Gilly's nose. I was livid. He had promised me that he wouldn’t do anything. I couldn’t believe it.

Bishop told me that he wouldn't do anything, and not even a few hours later, Gilly was on his way to the hospital.

"What do you mean, princessa?"

He tried to look innocent. I could see a glint in the corners of his eyes telling me that he was anything but that.

"Gilly's at the fucking hospital," I growled as I pushed him again, "you promised me you wouldn't do anything."

"I didn't," he lied, not thinking much of it, "I guess he pissed off Coco and Angel."

"Bullshit," I spat. I walked away from him and over to the armchair. Throwing myself in it I grabbed a bottle of scotch that was sitting on the table, and I took a large gulp. It burned going down, but I managed to keep a straight face as I showed my displeasure with Bishop.

"Since when do you drink?"

"Since I lived with the sons," I lied, crossing my arms over my chest as to make sure I didn’t give myself away, "you'd know that if you talked to me."

"I've been out of town up until last night."

"Fine."

"Fine?" he asked, coming over to me. He sat down on the table and took the scotch out of my hands, "that's it?"

"What do you want me to say, Bishop?"

He looked perplexed. He genuinely didn't know what to say.

"Forgive me."

Now it was my turn to look confused, "what?"

"Forgive me," he repeated. His expression changed from his normal hard-ass demeanor to one that was much softer, "you're right. I got pissed off because of how Gilly treated you, so I had Angel and Coco beat the shit out of him."

"You shouldn't of done that, Bishop." I said, feeling taken off the offensive.

"I know," he admitted, seeming extremely remorseful, "but let me make it up to you, yeah? Take you on a date today?"

"Really?"

He nodded, "really." I agreed and he smiled. He put the cap back on the scotch and patted my knee, then left the room. All the while, I was left alone fantasizing about what we were going to do. Would he buy me flowers? Would he be worse than Gilly? What if he pressured me into sex?

Suddenly I was feeling more nervous than anything. Trying to calm my nerves I went towards the bathroom. Nothing like a hot shower to make everything seem a little less crazy.

XXXXX A Little While Later XXXXX

I looked at the clock that sat on Bishops' nightstand. He hadn't come back to his room, and no one had bothered to check on me. The morning had passed, and we were quickly into the afternoon. Getting dressed in a pair of jeans, and a simple tee I made my way out to the main area of the clubhouse.

Che's old lady was sitting at the bar with him. Angel and Creeper cleaning up around the area. Coco was lazily sitting on the couch nursing a beer, his hand was taped up, and he hissed as he typed something on his phone. Gilly, Riz, and Tranq were nowhere to be seen.

"Do you guys know where Bishop is?"

Yana turned to me, and I could see pity in her eyes, "I think the guys are still out running some errands for the club. They haven’t been home since yesterday."

"Oh."

"He told us to take you out shopping though," she smiled, holding up a credit card, "We can take the boys to carry the bags if you really want."

"I'm not really in the shopping mood," I sighed, feeling let down, “but thanks.”

"Come on," she said, taking my hand, popping up off the bar stool, "Angel, Coco, you two are coming with us. My love, do you think you and Creeper can watch Diego?"

"Of course I can," Che chuckled, "Creeper, go check on the baby."

Aayana rolled her eyes at her old man, and led me out of the clubhouse and to her car without any hesitation, "he wants you to know he's sorry, you know...I don't think he expected to be gone this long."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm just starting to think he doesn't want to be around me."

"Oh sweetie," she sighed, acting as if she knew what was going on, "trust me. This is the kindest Obispo has been to anyone in a long time."

With that we drove in silence to the mall.

I wasn't really excited to be shopping, but I took it in stride. This was the first time that I'd really been around the queen of the mayans for a long period of time. I didn't want to piss the one and only old lady of any of the mayans off. Ever since our first small interaction a day or so after their first run where she’d stopped my day drinking and shoved me into a shower to sober up, she'd mainly steered clear of me.

"Come on gorgeous, cheer up," Angel said, nudging me after we left the second store, "you're out shopping with no spending limit. Make the old man pay for it."

I felt myself both blush and get angry. Angel was right. I was gonna make Bishop pay for it.

"Let's go there," I said quickly, pointing to Victoria's Secret. Angel and Coco stopped in their tracks, “I know just where to start.”

"There?" Coco asked.

"I don't know abou-"

"The girl said there," Aayana said matter of fact with a smile. She took my arm, "let's go."

We led the men into the store, and I went wild. I picked up the sexiest piece of lingerie I could find and asked for a dressing room. "Angel, are you out there?"

"Yeah," he said nervously, “You need a different size or some shit?”

I popped my head out and looked around. Aayana was off in the front of the store, and Coco was trying to flirt with the cashier, "can you do me a favor?"

I could see the anxiety in his face, "yeah…okay."

"The zipper is stuck," I lied, "come in here and fix it."

He looked around. Realizing that I was the only one around he came into the dressing room. When he saw me his breathing hitched, "fuck."

"Angel," I giggled after a second, playfully hitting his chest, "eyes are here, bud."

"Shit, sorry," he muttered, "you look really fucking good..."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, running a hand down his chest. I could feel his abs tense as I stopped right at his belt.

"Yeah," he replied softly. He licked his lips, and I knew what it felt like for a wolf to be staring me down. His eyes were filled with lust, “like really fucking good, princessa.”

I reached up and pulled his face down to meet mine. I nuzzled against him, resting our foreheads together, "tell me how good I look."

"I'd take you right now if you let me," he whispered softly, "right here in this store...in this fucking dressing room. Right like this."

His breath hit me, and our lips brushed together for just the slightest moment. I smiled as I leaned forward more and kissed him. His hands went to my waist, holding me against him as I bit his bottom lip playfully.

He groaned and I felt him begin to harden against my hip.

"ANGEL," Aayana's accented voice yelled, breaking us both from our make-out induced trance, "Coco did Angel leave the store?"

"Shit."

I pushed away from him and peaked out to see Coco and Aayana were looking outside the store. I pushed him out of the dressing room, and towards some racks, "grab a 32 B and start walking towards them. Say I told you to grab me that size."

"Yes ma'am."

I pushed myself back into the dressing room and closed the curtains. Sitting down on the bench I sighed to myself.

Shit.

What am I getting myself into?

"Listen, I really am sorry," he apologized for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes. He continued to knock at the door, and even while it was locked, I had pressed my body against it. Moving away, I leaned harder against the opposite wall and stared at the bathroom door, "can you please just let me in?"

"No."

"Brooke, come on."

"I don't want to talk to you."

His pounding on the door stopped, and I heard the familiar creak of him sitting down on his bed, "you can't stay mad at me like this forever...it's not like I'm avoiding you. I have to meet up with another charter. I really wanted to take you out tonight. I run the club, princessa."

"I don't want your excuses. This is the fourth time this week you've told me you're taking me out, and then you bailed on me. It's not right, Bishop."

"I-"

But he cut himself off. He wasn't going to fight me on it anymore.

The first time, I gave in quickly, feeling guilty over having made out with Angel when we went out shopping. But the second time, I was left waiting in his room, a cute little picnic gone to waste. And the third time, I didn't even bother getting ready, knowing that he would continue his habit of being flaky with me.

And now, I continued to glare at the door, upset over him running so late that he passed the dinne reservation that he himself had made, and we missed out on an unknown activity that was booked for over an hour ago.

I was livid.

And he may be president of the Mayans, but for some reason he didn't blanket his authority over me. He always let me do my own thing. He never pushed me on anything. Including fighting me on this. He treated me like an equal partner. And in doing so, he let me know that he felt I was justified in being upset.

I could hear a knock, sounding a little far away, and then Che's voice, "Bish, we gotta go, brother."

"I have to go," Bishop yelled from his position still, "Princessa?"

I didn't respond. Nor did I move from my spot against the wall.

I heard him sigh and the bed creaked once more. A few seconds later the door clicked shut, and then a few minutes after that I heard the sound of a few bikes pulling out of the clubhouse. Standing up, I made my way back out into the bedroom. I was shocked to see Aayana sitting on my bed.

"What do you want?"

"You don't get to be mad at him."

I looked over the woman on my bed. She absentmindedly rubbed her slowly growing stomach.

"You don't know what it's like, Aayana...He's been telling me he's going to take me out every day this week," I shrugged, "then he has club business and is magically gone."

"I know what that's like very well," she sighed, "Taza brought me here just a few years before you. I thought that he didn't have any time for me either. He never pushed me into a relationship. He wanted me to find my own way, even if it meant that my path did not include him down the road. And believe me there were times I didn't think that our paths would intertwine."

"But it's like Bishop isn't even giving me a chance," I groaned, “he’s treating me like a rabbit that’s chasing a carrot it’s never going to catch.”

"I thought you didn't like him," she smiled smugly, "so what does it matter?"

"I don't," I growled out, lying to her and myself, "I just don't like being lied to."

"He's not intentionally lying," she replied, "you must know that. The club has been really busy the past year, with Jax Teller dying, and the Sons trying to actually forge a relationship with us...but keeping the bloodshed down between MC's isn't light work."

"I don't care."

"You wouldn't care if your sister got hurt?" She asked. I looked at her through furrowed brows, "you can say you don't care all you want, but the work that Taza and Bishop do with the sons is what protects all of us. The work that they do with the Galindos keeps the groups south of the border out of our backyard. Those men give up time with us so that we are safe."

"Two of those times his 'work,' meant going to the Ariza house," I groaned, thinking about how he went to the whorehouse, "what about that?"

"Does that mean he gets to be mad at you for making out with the prospect in that store?"

I felt myself going pale.

How did she know?

"How-"

"Angel and Coco walked up on me and Taza creating this little miracle," she said, looking down at her stomach, "Angel is squeamish around women he's not trying to have sex with. When we 'found' him he was calmly getting you a very sexy piece of lingerie..."

Her lips pursed in satisfaction, as my face gave away the fact that she was correct.

"So are you no longer a virgin?"

I felt myself blush, "I'm still very much a virgin...I just...Angel and I made out. Nothing more."

"You are a very odd one, Brooke," she paused. She looked at me long and hard as I moved to change from the date outfit I was going to wear. My summer dress fell to the floor, and it was replaced with a cami and one of the scrapyard shirts and a pair of jeans that hugged my ass. If I wasn't going to get attention from Bishop, I might as well flirt with any of the guys that walked into the office.

"Why do you say that?"

"You wear his shirts when he leaves," she smirked, pointing at the scrapyard shirt. I frowned seeing the red stitched lettering that said 'Bishop'.

"What else am I going to work in?" I asked.

She shrugged, "you're not working. Angel is out there today with Coco and Creeper."

"So."

"He doesn't deserve that, you know," she sighed, "I know that Bishop may seem like some rugged hard-ass, but he's been through a lot more than he's let on. He's lost a child...lost the woman he thought he loved most in this world. He's very closed off. If you keep pushing his buttons, one of these days he'll stop trying to open up to you."

"Let me know when he's decided to start," I groaned, walking out of my bedroom and out to the scrap yard office, "I'd love to know when he decides to put any real effort in."

Chapter 5

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c4llm3h4ru · 4 years

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The Restore of Our Rotten souls Ch. 5 - My Strength, My Weakness

Tomura's POV

"That damn hero girl! This thing hurts!"

That bullet came almost out of thin air, and got me on my open wound. This is crazy! We met each other half a dozen of times this year before today, but we never rose a hand to fisically hurt each other.

In my memories, we were close, really close, even with the fact we had other friends.

Flashback in Tomura's POV

No matter if she would get in trouble in my place, the little girl would find a way for me to hide on my best friend's house when our father was mad at me, and the ways were variable, making a pan's drum, turn the cartoon sound all the way to max, make a mess in the bathroom, scream, anything.

It was something the adults didn't get it, but my sister and I imagined that inside her heart she was trying to save us, but probably was because the adults never EVER touched her body, afraid of her unstable and dangerous quirk. She was still a simple baby when her quirk first showed up, when she destroyed her crib and part of the wall at that day. But she survived, I remember that.

When the adults allowed us to play with Anjou along, she always had to wear her gloves, and when she needed to eat, give the food in her mouth, the anti-quirk gloves were really expensive and we had just one pair.

But this didn't stop us to play with her by the window. She would usually be the damsell in distress when she was locked in her room. I had this idea once so I would make her feel happy. I loved to make her happy, she was the best sister someone could ask for.

And even when Hana broke her own promise, my sister was trying to help me escape, but that day, not even when she screamed from the top of her lungs. She was without her gloves that day, but my father was so focused on me that day he didn't notice that lack very well, until the left leg of his jeans dusted out. He gor mad... and kicked her.

At that moment, Heiwa appeared, with her father and older brother, and things, I remember, got really messy. Heiwa's father, Mr. Soi Yana, had a poor childhood, so looking at my father raise his hand against me made him mad. I remember, he tried to protect me, like a hero.

Ukiatsu Yana was already 9 years old when everything happened, but at that moment, him and his little sister, my best friend, Heiwa Yana, came to my rescue. These two really did their best to protect the hero things I secretly owned. And they still keep safe until this day. I... do miss them... specially Heiwa, she is really someone who gives me the peace her name means...

Back at the moment

I got so mad at that moment, with all tgese memories that I advanced over my sister, screaming her name and threatening to catch her:

- How dare you?! I thought you still loved you big brother, Anjou!! SO HOW DID YOU HAVE THE GUT TO ATTACK ME?!!

But then, I was in the air again, that damn Deku is such a pain in the ass. But this didn't stop Anjou from answer me:

- I-I... I didn't... I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!!! I CAN'T STAND THIS IDEA!!! I-

But then, my focus went to Midoriya. I needed to defeat him, I needed to get the One for All.

Anjou's POV

- I'm... sorry.

But at that moment he wasn't focusing at me anymore. Tenko was in the air again, getting beaten up again. But at the moment I tried to get my arm bands open to try to run after him, I felt a grip near my elbows, and then a warm hug, but I couldn't feel any confort from them:

- LET ME GO NANA!

- Shhhh... He'll be okay, you already shot him.

Suddenly I was flying a bit backwards. My tutor, Edwin S.(in his dragon form) was really trying to take me away from death, his father could do anything to hurt and kill us if he took my brother's body again. I think one of two things: either Edwin was so stressed to be in his father's possible presence that he got stupid OR he really wanted to replace the stress energy to an akward one, because he turned of his ilusion quirk at the moment we were on Gran Torino's side. I knew he did see 'nana' Nana there... and though I didn't see their faces and didn't focus on them at the moment, but now, when I imagine the idea of them staring at each other while my nana couldn't find a way to explain the fact she was there, holding me. But then, Gran Torino started so scream at me:

- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE GUN!

- I... Ten... I-I...

- And who is this Anjou? Why did he called you sister?

- W-well I... he...

- ANSWER ME!

I then, got really mad and sad. I turned my face over to him, with an angry face and tears in my eyes:

- SHUT THE HELL UP!!! GIVE ME ONE MOMENT!!!

- Please, Sorahiko, she's already overwhelmed enough.

I breathed in and out for a second:

- Well... Anjou is my birthname, Anjou Shimura. I think I don't need to explain why I can't use it in public.

I stopped the explaining, making 'nana confused:

- Well... will you continue, dearie?

- I don't need to, he already know the rest.

Before she answered, there was a moment of silence, she probably looked at Gran Torino:

- I see... come here, let me hold closer, my dear.

- Okay...

I gave in crying, and for a moment I just focused on my grandma's heartbeat, and internally, I was sayng thanks to Ushio, Yuri and Edwin for saving her life all those years ago.

Nana's POV

I looked at Edwin for a moment. He was focusing on the air, and even in his dragon form it was clear, something was wrong.

As I looked up, the worst happened, and my heart beaten up so fast that Anjou looked up too. The n°1 hero, Endeavor, had set a Proeminence Burn on the young boy, my grandson, Tenko:

- NO! NO NO NO!

- ANJOU!

- STOP IT! WAIT!

Something happened. I was familiar with it. When Anjou is sick, extremely sad, very nervous, or stressed it would happen, but now I needed to add to the list, despair.

Anjou's hair is usually a pitch black long hair, just a little above her feet, but this state of mind she was then is a good example of the way her quirk is too strong, even for her. The black hair suddenly fell and , but her hair was already grown up again in the mid back level, but it was pure white. More than usual:

- Mrs. Shimura! Please, call Heiwa and Yuri!

- Right!

No time to explain, I knew. I got my radio:

- Hello? Anyone there?

- Mrs. Shimura? I am! Anything wrong?

- Yana dear! Eddie chose the plan C.

- PLAN C?! IS TENKO OKAY?!

- Calm down! And I don't know, but it seems like only one dose wasn't enough.

- And since Yuri is already on her way, guess I'll be there soon.

Not gonna lie, but if the case is All for One, the "Shigaraki siblings" take the deal WAY too serious:

- I feel this isn't gonna end well for everyone...

Heiwa's POV

Tenko Shimura, my oldest and best friend, my husband, my love and the father of my son, Tenai. And he was stolen from me: "I'm gonna show this man what his wife showed me. I'll take what's mine back!"

I'm Heiwa Yana, I'm 20 YO, my quirk is Melanokinesis aka ink control, which I can use in public places, and I'm a peacefull revolutionary.

I lost my friend at 5, reencounterd him at 19, we got closer and fell in love. Our relationship is based on trust, and patience. So when he said he would disappear for probably a long time, but would come back for me, I trusted, and as a proof of this trust, we got married on the spot. Still, I found out I was pregnant, couldn't tell Tenko, but I couldn't lose my baby, and I kept him.

But when I found out about what happened to him, and All for One, I knew I had to do something. Found the Shimura sisters and asked if I could help. They said if the baby was already born, they would consider.

Welp, there I was, a month after my baby was born, so I could claim what's mine:

- Ready, Miss Four Eyes?

- First of all, I'm married, second of all, yes I am, Prostetic Hero! He's mine, if I'm his weakness, I'll use it the way I have to get him back!

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typingtakoyaki · 4 years

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Juliana,

may the candles light up your wishes

and the moon lay its light on you

may the constellations take away your nightmares

so days won't feel anymore blue

these letters you're about to see,

may remind you of friendships that keep you free

so keep going, wanderess

for the world awaits for seventeen more years of your presence — m.m.m.

———

written by Sarah

Who would have thought that in just one night, we shared our hearts together without hesitations and with full excitement inside that room, we are sitting on top of our green screen cloth that's the very moment I realized I'm going to treasure her.

Happy birthday to the girl who, at first, I feel so intimidated but later on up until now, gained my love & my purest form of care I would give to a sister everyday. I always remember her everytime after I take a bath u wanna know why? because she's the one who taught me to properly cover my hair with the bath towel. All I can say is I'm hoping that as we grow older, we remain friends and sisters.

written by Carl

You've been through a lot, and I really look up you for that. First thing that comes up in my mind whenever I hear "Juliana, Juliana Milanbilen" is a strong independent woman.

As I get to know more about you, I've seen your greatness, your different sides and a lot of things I truly admire—and your fun side's my favorite!

I am beyond grateful that I've met a Juliana Milanbilen. Your baby boy always got your back! All your love, your help and other things we share are truly appreciated. Happy, happy birthday, Ate!

written by Jacques

To the best anchorwoman and one of the faces of Cavite and CALABARZON TV Broadcasting, happiest birthday, Juliana! Two years na tayong magkakilala at kahit tuwing may press con at trainings lang tayo nagkakasama yung nabuo nating bond at friendship ay strong pa rin. Makwento ko lang. Noong DSPC 2018, akala ko talaga grade 11 ka rin o kaya grade 12 pero laking gulat ko noong training na you are a grade 10 student. Hahaha! Kahusay banaman. Our future anchor, never settle. Never settle for less than what you deserve. I know that you are capable of extraordinary things, and it's your purpose to fulfill your visions and dreams. Don't let those go. Rise to them.

Yana, thank you for laughing out loud, listening to my horror stories, those prankish fights, and all those crazy kinds of stuff we did. Thank you for being our light every time both teams were down. I will forever cherish the memories we've made along the way, and I'm looking forward to more. Sana kahit hindi na tayo masyadong magkikita at magkakasama sa mga susunod na taon, hindi pa rin magbabago yung nabuo nating bond sa loob ng dalawang taon. Yana, I just want to remind you that we always got your back, and we are only one call away. I can't wait to see you on TV! Again, happy birthday!!! I miss you! I love you!

written by Matthew

Hello, ate Juliana! Happiest birthday to you. I hope you're doing well. I'm really thankful to have you as one of my ates during my first year in campus journ. I learned a lot from you. We may not have a lot of moments together, but when we do, they're all nothing but genuine. I remember you comforting me while walking on our way home from school after a depressing training. That day, I learned how harsh it is to be in TVB, but I also learned that no matter how harsh it can become, you will always have friends who are there for you during those trying moments. We are a group— a family, after all.

To be a Juliana Milanbilen is to be a fighter. You are, by far, the bravest gal I've ever met, and for that I'll always have you and your character to look up to whenever I feel hopeless. Again, happy happy birthday to the one and only Juliana Milanbilen.

written by Chloe

Happiest Birthday sa aming Juliana Milanbilen. I don't know but the way you say your name, sobrang iconic. Doon pa lang makikilala ka na. It feels like destined ka to stand up and to stand out. Ever since na makilala kita, you were both a "baby" and an "ate" to us. Sobrang tapang mo, pero sobrang humble rin. I know that you'll be great, and even greater pero I still want to wish you the best because I know that you deserve only the best. Lovelots, Juliana. Happy Birthday!

written by Jhester

Hello, Yana!

First of all, Happiest Birthday sa pinakamabait at pinakamagaling na TV Broadcaster na close friend ko! Hindi ko talaga inakala na super magiging close tayo noong sumali ako sa TV Broad! Super dami kong masasayang memories with you! Lalo na 'yong tatlong mumu! Hinding-hindi ko talaga malilimutan ang naging journey ko na kasama kayo! Super-duper grateful ako sayo yanaaa dahil tinuruan mo ako noong una kong sali sa TVB! Sa pagbibigay ng mga ideas at mga advise na sobrang nakatulong sa akin as in! Nandito lang kaming Team NS palagi para sa'yo! Mahal na mahal ka namin yanaaa!!! Miss youuu and see you soon!!! Happy Birthday!

written by Raffy

To our beautiful and woke future anchor/ reporter, intelligent and sweet bunsoo, i wish you a happy birthday!!! Waaah two years may not be long enough but always know that im forever thankful and happy for having u and get the chance to work with u in the field na minahal ko rin. Alam mo naman na isa ka sa pinakaclose kong kaibigan na para nang kapatid kaya sobrang weird din sakin na kung hindi si micka, ikaw yung shiniship sa'kin sa tvb HAHAAHAA!!! I will never forget all the experiences we've shared in NSPC 2019 kasi doon kita mas nakilala at sa tingin ko, doon nagsimula yung matibay na friendship na meron tayo ngayon. Grabe no, sa 2 years na 'yon, na-witness natin lahat ng ups and downs ng isa't isa kasi halos lagi na tayong magkasama.

Sana sa mga susunod na taon, kahit na magkalayo na tayo ay hindi pa rin magbago yung bond at turingan na meron tayo. Please know that i'm always here to help you, support you, and love you as your friend and big brother kahit ano pa man ang mangyari. Sumbong mo agad samin kung sino mang aaway sa'yo kasi reresbakan agad namin HAHAHA djks. I hope na maenjoy mo pa rin ngayon yung araw mo kahit na wala kami riyan kasi grabe sobrang deserve mo na sumaya!! Ayun langg. Huhu sobrang mamimiss talaga kita yanaa. I love youuuu!!! Have a great day!

written by Krissy

Yana, you’ve always been one of the most admirable women I’ve ever met. At such a young age, you’ve managed to face and overcome so much whether it was alone or with the help of people close to your heart. Through all that, I’ve watched you grow and am continuing to witness you become the best version of yourself.

I am so glad to have met a girl whose love for people, for her passions, for life never burns out. I hope you never run out of fire. Happy birthday, baby! I love you forever.

written by Joash

Hello, Juliana! Only a year has passed since we got really close pero sobrang dami na agad nangyari. Tbh, I'm a little sad because we don't talk much these days and because I feel like I suck at being a friend. Pero as your forever cancer boi, I wanna let you know that I'm always here for you no matter what. Even if we don't talk much, please know that I do think about you and I still care. Actually, sometimes, I still feel like sending you a new song na feel ko magugustuhan mo hahahaha.

Anyway, happy birthday to you, sunshine! I hope you find the peace that you were always looking for and I pray that it stays. There were challenging times and there always will be but I pray that you remain strong as a person and with your faith so that you may overcome it all. Continue being the compassionate yet adventurous soul we've always known. I'll take you for coffee anytime, magsabi ka lang. Love you!

written by Micka

Staying strong in a constantly changing world is called courage, and you might just be the embodiment of it. I have seen you struggle on one foot but still chose to step forward by the other. And when I think superhumans aren't real, I remember you and convince myself I'm wrong — because I didn't just meet one, but also shared moments with — and that, for me, is a blessing.

Juliana, you are a woman fit for love and I sincerely hope you never run out of it even if the world refuses to give it to you. I'm sorry if there are things time don't seem to mend, but I promise I will always be here to put a band-aid on your wounds and make you forget it was ever there at least. Our friendship is the sisterhood I never thought I needed, but as soon as it came, I always prayed that your kind of blessing is what God showers me more of.

Happy birthday to you — the love that keeps growing, keeps healing, and keeps inspiring. You may forget about other days, but I hope you always remember this one. I love you.

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