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g!p reader x virgin kazuha??? I'M SOLD kinililig na ko agad pls lang oh lakas tama!! maadik ka sa tite ko zuha ems I WANT HER SO BAD
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YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT. virgin!zuha and camgirl g!p reader!?!?! ouh... imagine living a double life, one where you're a normal, law abiding citizen and the other, you're a slut who gets off of people watching you fuck yourself or other girls on camera? and kazuha, your best friend—ah, it's such a shame you can't do it with her, can't you? but you can talk about your sex life with her, as, well, you know, she's a virgin. she wouldn't mind, right? she was happy you were getting the sex your body needed, but she also felt... pressured. like she had to do something about her being a virgin too.
kazuha didn't take any action regarding the thought in mind, but it only lasted until you started talking about how good chaewon was in bed. how chaewon sounded when you were eating her out, or with how chaewon practically begged for your cock and took it like the fucking slut she is, that even your viewers found her amazing. chaewon took your cock u til the both of you are close to passing out on that live that all you ever talked about was chaewon. the day has been filled with chaewon, chaewon, chaewon! kazuha was fucking full of it. she was jealous. why can you fuck her friend and not her?
one night, while you two were hanging out in your room, you noticed kazuha grew quiet. she normally was, but it was... off today. she wasn't her usual self. “hey... if you could, uh. fuck, how am i going to say this.”, kazuha, timid, played with her fingers, heaving a sigh before she continues her words. “can you fuck me? take my virginity and fuck me. own me. show your viewers you own me.” her words baffled you that you could only stare at her with shocked eyes. excuse me? kazuha... she was a virgin, right? she IS a virgin.
“zuha, no... i can't. i can't take advantage of you, come on.” you said, but at the same fucking night, you fucking took kazuha's virginity with hundreds, spiking to thousands, of people watching. of course, both of you wore masks to cover your faces, but that night, you almost forgot you were on live.
it was the very first time you didn't read or cared about the comments. it was just you and kazuha and her tight fucking cunt that hugs your cock perfectly. the way her cunt bled the first time you inserted your cock into her too... but she couldn't bare to make you stop... her pussy is the perfect fit for your thick, long cock. you loved how her walls felt around you, but more over, you loved how kazuha submitted herself fully into you. “please, please—! daddy! it h-hurts! n-no, don't! don't stop!” she doesn't even know if she wanted to stop or keep going, it was such a sight to see. 😭😭
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17!!
hi kyna!!
17. are there any writers and/or stories that you consider an influence?
definitely laur @inklore my bestie!! way back when i first started this blog her and her fics were a big inspiration for getting into writing again, and it was serendipitous that we both got into eddie and wrote for him. rainbow in the dark is just one of my all time faves, such a beautiful fix it fic i wish i could live in it. and the heavy metal love series is just art.
liz @vigilvntes was a big inspo when i started writing adrian, i read her fics obsessively and still they’re among some of my faves. her bruce fics?? unmatched genuinely
also nikki!!! @andillwriteyouatragedy // @honeycombstrawberry i was soo so happy when we became mutuals they are unbelievably talented and can write like a mf. i’m genuinely inspired and envious of their ability to just write and write and get completely carried away with a piece. it’s amazing and they’ve written several of my favorite fics (shout-out gotham’s triptych u are always in my heart)
other big inspos are obviously u kyna, but also @peterthepark @indouloureux @luveline @ohcaptains @eddiebun @mypoisonedvine @tinalbion and like probably several more i’m just blanking on
fic writer asks!
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hi there! just a friendly reminder for my lovely mutual that your favorite character loves you just as much as you love them! they love every part of you, they appreciate that every part of you adds up to who you are and what you stand for. they love everything about you, even your quirks, or imperfections (though they swear you have none). they definitely talk about you to everyone who will listen (no matter how annoying they sound hehe). they would want you to go easy on yourself, and take a break every once in a while. maybe drink some water. they just love you so much <3
aww kyna this is so sweet :’) you’re a genuine ray of sunshine i hope u have a great day
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I LOVE UR NEW @ AND PFP AND HEADER LOVE TO SEE JOEL GETTING THE LOVE HE DESERVES 🥰
*shakes aggressively knowing soon my blog will most likely be full of chris evans*
THANK YOU SO MUCH KYNA!!!! HES MY FAVE RN!!
I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU DO FOR CHRIS EVANS :D
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Bounded by blood and shadow (11)
Azriel x magic!fem!reader
“We need to go back, now.” You bark.
You haven’t talked since the man said his name. Your ex-husband. What words could you use to describe him? Deceitful, lawless, cowardly, stupid.
“Woah, can we just talk about what you did?” Cassian asks.
You give him a sharp look, “I’m about to do the opposite of healing if we don’t go.”
Cassian’s eyes widen. Then he’s offering you his hand, you take it. He winnows you back to the dawn court. Right in the middle of the tea room actually. Which creates quite a fuss.
“What happened?” Feyre shouts.
You are reminded of your dress and the mess you have on it. You look over to Thesan who shares Feyre’s sentiments. You run your hands over the blood stains on the dress and get rid of it. Like the blood was never there.
“Nothing. I need to go home.” You say.
“I thought this was your home?” Nesta asks.
You roll your eyes. Right. You live here all of the time, at least that’s what they think. Not anymore. Right now you couldn’t be vexed to keep up with the lie.
“It’s one of them.” You answer quickly.
“The last boat went out at least two hours ago.” Thesan says to you.
You sigh, “This can’t wait until morning.”
“They can take you.” Amren says from behind you.
You look at her like she’s grown another head. She gives you a look too, like she didn’t want to say it but she still did. You cannot bring the fae back home.
“Where exactly are we taking you?” Cassian asks.
“You’re not taking me home. That’s out of the question.” You answer.
“We just saw you heal a child with a life threatening wound.” Morrigan pipes in.
“So you’re a healer?” Nesta asks.
You groan, “I don’t have time for this. People are in danger!”
Thesan grabs a hold of your shoulders. You hadn’t realized he had gotten up from his seat. He looks at you sternly.
“Speak plainly.” He whispers.
You shake your head, “It’s Kynas. He has to be behind this, behind everything.”
Thesan holds a hand over his mouth.
“Who is Kynas?” Rhysand asks.
Thesan nods his head, “If you want to get home tonight, you have to tell them.”
You crack your knuckles. Great. You needed the night court. You never thought that sentence would come to your mind. How you hated too. You’re not used to needing anyone, not anymore.
“It’s a long story. But to keep it short Kynas is my ex husband.” You explain.
At your admission you see a few things. Nesta's face doesn't change. Feyre and Rhysand share a look between each other. The other sister, Elaine, her eyebrows shoot up on her forehead.
“And he has to do with your brother’s sudden disappearance?” Rhysand asks.
You nod your head, “It has to be him.”
“I’m confused, what the hell are you?” Cassian throws the question out.
“Tiyamelu.”
At the sound of Azriel’s voice finally joining in the conversation you turn to him.
How did he know that name? It was very old. You don’t think you’ve heard it for at least five centuries. Maybe more.
He’s looking you in the eye now. You keep eye contact with him.
“Where’d you get that name from?” You ask him.
It’s dead silent in the tea room. He clears his throat.
“The man said it, after Cassian winnowed you out.” he answered.
You let out a shaky breath, “It what they used to call us. But the most recent term is Blood benders.”
You watch as realization settles across some faces. Or confusion in some cases. Like for Nesta, Elaine and Freyre. But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel seem to understand even if a little about what you just said. So does Morrigan.
“You can’t read her mind but you can read mine, I’ve been to her home before.” Amren says, switching the topic back.
“Okay, Azriel can take you there.” Rhysand says.
“Wait. The wards! No fae are allowed inside.” You explain.
Amren curses under her breath. She had been the exception because she’s not fae. You couldn’t get there without them, but you couldn’t get in with them.
No unless—it would be dangerous but it might work. They would probably never go for it.
“Do you have another way?” Azriel asks.
“It’s dangerous.” You shake your head.
“Well we live a bit for danger. Don’t we?” Cassian says jokingly.
You look at Thesan, “Hand me that knife.”
Thesan does so without asking why. The metal feels cold in your hand. You turn the blade around so the sharp part is pointing at you.
“Hold on, what do you need that for—“ Cassian starts to ask.
“It’s for me.” You cut him off.
You make the incision on your palm, not too deep and not too wide. The blood flows slowly, red liquid taking up the expanse of your palm. You look at Azriel then.
“If you’re the one taking me, you’ll need this. To trick the wards and get in.” You explain to him.
You see Cassian and Morrigan make faces at the thought. It would weird you out too if you weren’t a blood bender. Azriel, without saying a word, steps to you and takes your arm in his hand. You watch him carefully as he raises your hand up.
He ducks his head below your closed palm, “Go ahead.”
You open your hand and the blood starts dripping into his open mouth. His eye pierce right into you, you can’t keep eye contact with him. No one in the room knew the significance of this. No one knew the last time you fed someone your blood you were getting married.
After a few more drops land you take your hand back. He stands up straight. You look him over once. The transfer can be different for everyone but especially for those who are not blood benders.
“Are you okay? Do you feel different?” You ask him quietly.
He looks around the room, no doubt feeling the effects already. You aren’t sure he’ll be able to winnow you right at this moment. He needs some time to adjust.
“It feels,” he breathes and smiles the tiniest bit, “light.”
You only saw him smile a handful of times. Around his family all of the times you can recall. He looks nice with a smile.
His eyes glide to you, “Are you ready?”
You can’t speak right now. A bit too tongue tied. You just nod. He holds out his hand for you to take. You take his hand into yours. It feels warmer than usual. Maybe its’ your blood in his system.
Darkness surrounds the both of you.
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He lands you right in the palace. It’s eerie and silent. Like before, but this time you can feel the presence of no one inside. This is bad. Really bad. You turn to Azriel.
“Okay, you should winnow back. I don’t know how long my blood will trick the wards.” You tell him.
He gives you a look, “And leave you to fend for yourself?”
You pull the end of your dress up, reaching for the hilt that you had strapped to your heel. You take it out and stand up straight.
“Where’s the—“ he starts to ask.
You know what he’s going to ask so you beat him to it. You summon the blood blade. You watch as his face goes from unsure to shocked in a matter of moments.
“I’m serious. You have to go now.” You speak.
He nods his head, “Okay.”
He turns to leave and you realize how rude you might have been. He basically helped you get back home. Well, not basically, actually. You reach out and grab his wrist which stops him from moving.
He looks down at your hand and then at you.
“Thank you.” You say.
He gives you a firm look. It’s not a smile. It’s not a frown either. You let go of his wrist. He turns back around and so do you. You can hear the whooshing sound that usually comes with winnowing.
You hold your sword up in defense as you begin to ease further into the palace. Doors are left ajar, which you know is wrong. Cyril would never let that stand.
As you approach the council room you stop. You don’t know what you’re going to find in there. It could be the worst sight of your life. It could be nothing. Maybe everyone had just simply gone out.
Gone out, didn’t leave a note or think to lock the palace doors. Yeah. That would explain it.
You peer your head over the door. You see it slowly then all at once. Bodies in chairs, unmoving and inbreathing. You enter the doorway quickly and almost drop your sword.
Cyril. He sits at the same seat as always. They all sit at the same seats. But they are no longer alive. They are pale, no blood in them. That’s why you couldn’t sense them. They were here but they weren’t alive.
You run over to Cyril’s body and put your sword down on the table. You cradle his face in your hands, trying to shake him awake. A big part of you knows that it won’t do anything. If all of his blood was drained there was nothing for you to work with, no one for you to save.
“Cyril, please, please don’t leave me…” you cry, tucking your head into his chest.
You can’t will him to hug you back, you can’t will him to breath. You can’t do anything. You sink to your knees. The red drops of blood from your eyes falling on your dress, staining it once again.
#blood and shadow#acotar x reader#acotar imagine#acotar fic#azriel x reader#azriel imagine#Azriel fic
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Bit of a strange question I know, but as someone who's head over heels with your art I'm really curious if you have a colour palette that you really enjoy using. 👀👀👀👀
Not a strange question. I don’t really get asked questions. I wasn’t sure how to answer it because, I have a crazy amount of color palettes. 52 to be exact. I am, a mess, and should probably be ashamed of how messy half of them are. I am also a nerd for color, so strap in as I ramble. I’ll apologize now for it.
My favorites are my skin tone palettes. Of which I have four I rely on regularly (except commissions where I have to match specific tones). I wish I could say I color wheeled all the colors and organized them like a champ. I did not. I pull colors from references and those four stuck with me. Aptly named after the characters I used them for (Kyna, Amara, Angel, Dakota). Dakota being the one I use the most. I love them because skin is so luscious and complex, just with color.
My first palette (the first color is my pencil color that I use for every sketch). Not that you asked for it. See how messy I can get? It’s just random colors I keep coming back to, scattered around.
Thank you for this lovely ask. I’m going to put this ask in my small pile and roll around in it like it’s catnip. ♥️
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So for the fishers;
7 -10 - 12 - 16
7. Do they have any unusual fears?
Talon - Fear playing cards, he won't say why but he does.
Wesley- Fears nothing unusual.
Oakley- Doesn't really have unusual fears either.
10. Do they have any regrets?
Talon- He has no regrets because he loves where he is at in his life.
Wesley- She regrets how awful she was to Talon when they first met,
Oakley- Getting with her crazy ex-girlfriend Cassiel.
12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?
Talon- He had no sense of style and yes he thought he did until he married Wesley and she gave him one.
Wesley- Yes she always had a sense of style but didn't find her final one until she met her Mum (Step/Kyna). As of right now she still believes she has the style of a modern grandmother.
Oakley- Has definitely got the country style now and no she doesn't believe she has a sense of style even though she does.
16. Do they have or want kids?
Talon- Currently has four kids with his wife Wesley
Wesley- Has four almost grown kids and wants only grandbabies
Oakley- Has her daughter Hayden and a little one coming soon
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2023
December 30th, 2023.
As always, I’d like to write about how my year went.
I grab my little old MacBook Air (which gets powered on like… 5 times a year?) and reflect about my life and how it’s going.
It’s very cathartic.
I tried to start writing it about two days ago, but it didn’t feel right… It really has to be the very end of the year.
Although I always post it on Twitter when I write, this is really just for me now.
I know that there are other chapters here for another person, but I’ll never delete them.
It shows the path I chose.
The choices I made.
And how all of those things led me to being who I am right now.
And I love that.
Because I love me now. Not all the parts - “it’s all a process” as my therapist would say. But I do.
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I’d like to reflect on the same themes as I did last year: A retrospective, a “looking forward to the future” message, and a thank you.
(These themes will probably go on for years)
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RETROSPECTIVE
My most listened song: you guessed it. Hard Feelings/Loveless by Lorde.
Yes, I hear it all the time. As I said one year ago in this very website, this song saved my life. And it still does.
Ever since I found out that music has power in me, I try to hold on to it for as much as I can.
It’s my medicine.
Although I’m not a lovelorn anymore, sometimes I do get reflective on the past… But this song comes and just washes it all away.
It brings me back to the nowadays. It breaks and mends my heart at the same time.
Maybe that’s why I still hear it all the time… It centers me.
As it says: “I care for myself the way I used to care about you”.
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It was a very important year to me.
I didn’t do all the things I wanted to do, but I started to do a lot more.
At the end of this is the year I decided I want to start changing a lot of things in my life. Make it move.
I took the last couple years fixing my head and my heart, and understanding a little about how magnificent and devastating life can be - a lesson that I believe we learn the answer to every day.
But, in December 2023, the very month I’m writing this message, I got a peak at what life is.
How much better, bigger and fascinating life can - and will - be for me.
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In the retrospective theme, I’d like to remember one moment that was very important for me in the year.
Long story short, I went to São Paulo for my birthday and there was a very specific moment which I’ll never forget in my entire life.
My birthday is May 1st and, on April 30th, me and some friends got together and went out to some bars in the downtown area of São Paulo.
While we were there, something (didn’t) happen, and I kind of got frustrated… (it’s all good though - It happened later in the year).
But anyways - I was kind of sad and wanted to shut the whole thing down, but (thank God) my friends didn’t let me.
It was close to midnight (which was going to be my birthday) and we were entering the subway to go to another bar.
I kept thinking “I can’t believe I’m gonna start my birthday sad”.
There wasn’t a lot of people on the subways, after all it was close to midnight.
Vicky, Castt, Kyna, Matheus and I were riding the subway’s Yellow Line.
Then it happened.
Midnight striked the clock and Kyna started to sing happy birthday on the subway to me.
Then the rest of our group did.
Then the rest of the subway did.
My head wasn’t sad anymore.
It was surprised.
Surprised that, everything bad I was feeling just a minute before, disappeared.
And surprised that happiness came and filled every vain in my body with gold in the blink of an eye (or the clap of a hand).
It seemed like a movie scene.
How every aspect of it was perfect.
I saw and felt everything in slow motion: the movement of the subway train, the look on my friends’ faces, all the hands clapping, the strangers’ smiles and their eyes pointed at me.
It’s so much bigger than what I could ever write here, but I’d like to eternalize this moment here so I can always remember the feeling of hope I had that night.
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“LOOKING FOWARD TO THE FUTURE” MESSAGE
Last year I said I was excited about what 2023 would bring me and… it was good!
It did bring me a lot of essential thoughts about how I live my life and moments that were crucial for my growth.
But I didn’t move one finger for it.
I’ll admit - I was very lazy.
So I promised myself that next year I’ll try.
I’ll try to change my life for the better.
I’d like to leave here a verse from a Taylor Swift song that got important enough to make it to my top songs playlist.
I know that the meaning is completely different than what she meant, but I find it funny how words can literally mean anything depending on the context they’re used.
I think it’s called “pragmatics” or something related to it? I don’t know… My linguist days are behind me now.
Anyway here it is:
“Half awake,
Taking your chance it’s a big mistake
(I said) it might blow up in your pretty face
I’m not saying ‘do it anyway’
But you’re going to”
It’s very interesting that the way she sings and the way the chords are arranged makes me feel like she is “forcing” me to make a big decision (that might blow up in my pretty face).
But also in a very seducing way. A way that if everything goes wrong - it’ll go really wrong.
But, if it goes right…
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I’m also really excited about Lorde’s next album. We don’t know anything about it yet but she sang two new songs live in August that I think are from it.
One of those was nicknamed “Silver Moon”, which I probably listened to that live version like 500 times…
Each Lorde album talks about a central emotion from a part of her life.
And I believe I’m updated to it. So I’m very interested in what the next album will talk about, because I’m sure it will translate my emotions for my next phase.
I would also like to leave a verse from that song here too:
“Every night the silver moon it changes,
Can you say the same? Do you stay the same?
[…]
Baby when the moon is gleaming,
With your heart open, breathe in
I would never dream of leaving”
I’d like to think that this is what I’ll feel like this next year. Changing and comfortable with it.
~
“The themes are always the same.
A return to innocence;
The mysteries of the blood;
An itch for the transcendental.”
Part of a poem that Lorde uses in her instagram bio, which I think I can understand what it means.
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THANK YOU
First of all, my friends. Which I don’t call them that way anymore.
They’re my family. And as I said last year and probably will repeat for the years to come: I would not be alive if it wasn’t for them.
But this year I also want to thank the man with the hat (you know who you are) and the beautiful woman for helping and looking out for me every step of the way.
I’m very happy I got the chance to meet you both and I hope we get to talk again next year.
(I would never meet them without my mother, Victoria - the main reason I’m still alive - so, a special thanks to you)
Goodbye.
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Breastfeeding Bicolanas and JCI Naguena spearheaded Bicol Latch Na 2023 to promote, support and empower the breastfeeding community
Written by: Kyna de Castro
With the theme, “Nanay, Ika’y Sapat”, the Bicol Latch Na 2023 transpired last April 15, 2023 at 3rd Level Activity Center of Robinsons Place Naga, Naga City. In celebration to promote and support the breastfeeding community, the Breastfeeding Bicolanas (BFB), in partnership with JCI Naguena and Robinsons Mall Naga, conducted the Bicol Latch Na 2023 in participation of The Global Big Latch On where people gather together to breastfeed, offer peer support to each other and to empower the breastfeeding or lactating mothers.
The Bicol Latch Na adopted The Big Latch On which is being done simultaneously worldwide among 42 countries. This is not just being done in the Philippines. For the past years, it is being done in all the regions in the Philippines every August. This year, it was conducted on April. This is the first time again that The Big Latch On launched this kind of gathering again after the pandemic.
Around 23 dyads of mother and baby/toddler attended and participated in the simultaneous latching or breastfeeding exercise during the “Sabayang Hakab” which is the main highlight of the event. Moreover, this event advocates in normalizing breastfeeding in public place as well as educating and raising awareness that breastfeeding is something that mothers should not to be ashamed of.
There are three registered host in the Philippines in conducting such event and according to Ms. Marife Dia, founder of Breastfeeding Bicolanas, “We are proud that Breastfeeding Bicolanas is one of those. We are conducting this to let every breastfeeding mother know that they are not alone. They have the drive to keep going and get support. There is a network for them because it is not simple being a mother. You need all the support and strength you can get. Every mom should be looked up as a Wonder Woman for their dedication and strength especially those mothers who just gave birth. We should really be providing support to them and be taking good care of them.”
Ms. Kristina Daquioag, Operations Manager of Robinsons Naga and Ms. Caryl Chiu, Proprietress of Lokwan Dimsum shared about their breastfeeding journey to the attendees of the event. Furthermore, Ms. Marife Dia, founder of Breastfeeding Bicolanas, Ms. Renelyn Imperial from Department of Education (DepED), and Dr. Laddale Sy, a pediatrician and lactation specialist, shared their knowledge and experience to educate the breastfeeding mothers, expectant mothers, and first-time moms on the benefits of breastfeeding, the importance of mental health or psychosocial needs for mothers and strengthening the awareness as well as knowledge of the local community of their relevant role in providing support to establish a mother-baby friendly community. Thus, advocate the importance of exclusive breastfeeding to infants to help lessen malnutrition among infants.
“It is not enough that you are tied up to just being a mom. Being a mother is a hard work. But if it is all hard work and no play, then they’ll end getting worn out and really tired. Mothers also need an outlet for them to grow and learn, to network and socialize. This is it. Breastfeeding Bicolanas and Bicol Latch Na is that event giving them the support they needed.” Ms. Marife also shared.
Among the main topics discussed included a focus on the mental health of mothers. After giving birth, some mothers would go through postpartum depression and anxiety which also affects the well being of mothers and their capability in producing milk for their baby. Consultations on proper breastfeeding also plays an integral role in improving the nutrition of the children. In addition, there were discussions on retail therapy for moms, tips on how to de-stress, best way to respond to body-shaming comments and self-care tips. A panel Question and Answer Forum was also conducted to address and answer some of the questions of the mothers in the audience about breastfeeding and share some of their experiences and challenges in their breastfeeding journey.
Ms. Rose Lara of JCI Naguena also shared that, “We chose this to be our project in JCI because we have mothers in our batch and because someone from our members also suggested it. When holding such events, we knew it is hard to reach out to mothers as they don’t know who can watch the kids for them so we came up with setting up play and art area for kids for this event with the help of Mary Bree Montessori who also provided their services in putting up a sensory and education play.”
In holding such events, the organizers already thought of mothers who can’t seem to attend because no one will be watching their kids. With this, JCI Naguena together with Mary Bree Montessori Inc, LOTZ of LAV, HeArt Co and Phi&Piks helped in setting a recreational sensory activity area such as sensory play, practical life play and other art activities for the kids to keep them entertained as mothers attend the event. Also, instead of keeping kids entertained through gadgets, the event gave them an educational atmosphere where they can learn and play at the same time. This also gave the mothers the opportunity to focus on listening during the discussions and lectures without worrying where to leave their kids or who will be watching them while at the event.
“Breastfeeding is economical and a form of bonding with baby. The Breastfeeding Bicolanas is already a community that is offering support group to mothers because no mothers should be left alone. Being a mother is 24/7 responsibility especially to your children. There’ll be times that you’ll feel alone especially if you didn’t get any support from family and friends. There are mothers who are going through different things. We know that there are single mothers, mothers whose husbands are working overseas. There are different family set up these days. We need to reach out to all mothers because they need to realize that they are not alone. The more they hide what they truly feel, it leads to more stress and this escalates to postpartum blues and eventually escalates to depression.” Ms. Rose added.
The Bicol Latch Na event revolves its theme on mothers being “enough”. Never put a self-doubt in a mom. Through this event, the organizers were able to reach out and provide the support in assuring mothers of their worth as breastfeeding mothers and that their breast milk is enough as well as their unconditional love for their children will always be enough to nourish and nurture their family.
The Bicol Latch Na event of Breastfeeding Bicolanas and JCI Naguena are just among the many programs and events being implemented to bring a positive social impact to the local community.
#breastfeedingbicolanas#jcinaguena#jci#naguena#socialimpact#breastfeeding#advocacy#bicollatchna#latch#mothers#bicol#nagacity#philippines#camsur#camarinessur#robinsonsnaga
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Hi hi! Sending asks to my fav mutuals ever! Just checking in <3 have you guys done anything fun recently, got any plans in terms of content or art? How have you been doing? Good i hope! I love you guys so much, just wanted to say hello and send a lot of love into your ask box, wishing you a lovely day/night <3
hi kyna I've missed u!!
aa i went for a gig (alone!) last night and also i started watching modern family recently! still nothing on the art part lmao i haven't really touched any of my wips for a while but also im not feeling as guilty about it as i used to which is great :)
ily aa happy to see you back & im sorry for answering this late! im gonna be back in your ask box now 🤭 hope you have a great night <3
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on the topic of nsfw links, i saw a clip (which initially reminded me of college dorm!chaewon) and looked for the source. the jav (code: iesp-695) has a sister-in-law theme so now i'm thinking of forbidden!ningning (kahit na stepsis siya dun) 🤕
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oh my god oh my god oh my god?!?! i watched it earlier today and i got up so late, it was so good and sexy and!?!?!!! you're so right about this being similar to forbidden!ning, i actually have one on my drafts similar to the first scene of that jav wjsjdjd.
anyways, since we're on the topic of nsfw links, should i start posting nsfw with no context while i'm still not in the right headspace to write? mhm...
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adrian core
IM SCREAMING AT THIS HKGJDFG also consider
adrian as an edgy teen
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even though im not huge in the st fandom, in my personal experience with the ja fandom over on tiktok i literally had to private my editing ACC because people were being beyond disrespectful and literally hating on members because they "looked ugly" like bro ?? also a lot of people are just straight disrespectful on that site and don't realize the impact they have because a lot of people who like to say certain things on tiktok are generally under the age of 16 :/
no seriously!! it’s all fucking underage teenagers being bullies online and like. it’s not a good look like, it’s genuinely embarrassing and a lot of them have their whole faces and identities out there as if the internet isn’t dangerous and their actions won’t come back to bite them in the ass
also are they crazy johnny knoxville and steve o are foine as hell
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omg omg hi arne!! i miss talking to you so much </3 hopefully i will stop by here more often!
anyway do you have any hcs or fics planned about vig/adrian?? if you do id love to hear them :) !!
HEY KYNA !!!! I miss talking g to you too!!!
I have a few fics planned for Adrian, I've been more so writing for Jake martin these days, he's my emotional support himbo hehe.
I have a garbage man au for Adrian tho that I am working on in particular, I dunno when I'm gonna be done, but he's so cute, and he'd be that adorable garbageman that plays with animals and kids during his route
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Bounded by shadow and blood (18)
azriel x magic!fem!reader
Kynas walks up the steps to Dias. No one in the crowd reacts. He really had them under his control, which was scary. Controlling that much blood at once is not easy and it takes its toll.
You wonder if that is also why he looks so close to death, or if it’s the other powers running through him. How’d he do that?
“How did you get like this?” You ask.
He smiles at you from your brother’s side.
“Does my darling wife want to nurse me back to health? That’s sweet.” He snarls.
You wanted to buy time. Amren could have gotten the message but maybe she needed time to get here. And if the wards are down then the whole inner circle could help her. Not that they would help you, but if they knew the shadow singer was in trouble you have no doubt they would do all they could and more.
Your eyes waver over to the man in question. He looks stone cold. And he’s looking right at you. His face isn’t giving anything away. Not even the pain that he’s feeling because of Kynas.
He really should have left as soon as he got here.
“Well I think you should at least wear something more appropriate to my throne ceremony.” Kynas says.
You look at him wildly at that. So he did want the throne. Why? Sure power is one of the greatest loves of his life—you never quite made the list. But there were so many ways to get to the throne, why this way?
While you’re not paying attention, your outfit changes. You don’t feel it. Not at first. It’s not until the red sleeves cover your arms that you get it.
You weren’t wearing the clothes from before. Now you were in a red dress. One of the dresses that Kynas had picked out for you to wear at the wedding ceremony. One of the dresses you passed on—and pissed him off.
It was barely a dress. A deep cut down the middle of your chest, only strings to cover your back. The only thing you liked about the dress was the long trail that faded from red to black.
You reach up to touch your ears. Earrings. And your hand roams down to your neck, a blood pearl necklace no doubt. His favorite.
“You always wanted me to be docile and obedient but this is a new low.” You bark.
Kynas laughs at that, “No the low would be you giving out your blood to a fae. A lower born fae at that!”
“Who cares?!” You shout back.
At your words Kynas’ eyes shine with amusement. You go slack. Your body temperature rising quickly. You focus on keeping control of your own blood.
“I take it the bastard doesn’t know that its sacred to give blood?” Kynas asks.
“Kynas—“ you start.
But he turns right to the shadow singer. Azriel looks him in the eyes.
“You performed a marriage ritual, did your friend tell you that?” Kynas asks him.
But of course he can’t answer. Azriel struggles against his hold but he can’t break it. You are silently praying for Amren to show up. Or Cassian. Or Morrigan. Maybe even Rhysand. Hell, even Nesta would do at this point.
“I took down the wards, I’m wearing this stupid dress, what more do you want?” You ask, trying to take his attention away from Azriel.
Kynas looks back at you now. He interlocks his fingers together. Menace. Coward. Idiot.
“I want you to kneel.” He says.
But he’s not commanding or forcing you to do it. You feel his hold on you release. The temperature in your body going back down, ever so slowly even if you feel like you’re on fire from rage.
“Don’t you…dare kneel to him.” Your brother says in between puffs of air.
You look at how he’s struggling. His eyes are turning red. His whole body is trembling. You want to run to him but you can’t. You know that as soon as you do Kynas will do something.
Kynas growls and sends your brother flying down the steps. He rolls and rolls until he lands flat on his stomach. You gasp and take a step closer but as soon as you do, a heavy blood blade forms. The red sword now pointed behind your brother’s skull.
“You will kneel!” Kynas shouts.
You can see your brother resisting. He’s shaking violently now.
A voice from behind you calls your name. You recognize it as Amren’s voice. You hear other footsteps behind her. You can’t turn back to see them. The shadow on your wrist warms.
You cannot give your back to Kynas, not when he holds your brother’s life in his hands.
“Never!” Your brother shouts back.
It happens in a matter of seconds, though it feels like eternity. You watch as your brother smiles at you one last time. No matter how forced it looks you will savor it for the rest of your life.
Your brother, breaks out of Kynas’ hold. Kynas doesn’t expect it and stumbles back, his hold on everyone else in the room faltering for a second. A second is all you need.
As you send three blood daggers from your hand, the blood sword that Kynas has pointed at your brother’s head rushes forward. Your daggers hit their intended target.
Kynas falls on his back with a loud thud. The towns people, gathering their senses, rush away from the front of the room. You however look fro your brother, who is no longer in front of you. The blood blade staked into the floor, but no sign of him.
“Orlin?!” You scream.
“Right here, sister.”
You turn around. There he is. Your brother, leaning against Cassian by the front of the door. You gather up the ends of your dress and run to him. He grabs a hold of you and brings you in for a hug.
It’s not hard to notice that you are crying. You duck your head down as you brother holds the back of your head.
“I’m so sorry sister,” he whispers.
It’s years of feelings that you’ve held onto pouring out of you at once. Grief, rage, tension, guilt. All of it comes out of you in between broken sobs.
“We’re okay. You saved everyone.” Your brother continues.
You pull away from him, shaking your head, “I didn’t—I mean I couldn’t have done it alone.”
You look over at Amren. She walks over to you and envelopes you in a hug. She whispers in your ear about the blade, and how she came as quick as she could when she realized something was wrong. You thank her over and over again.
From behind you can feel his presence. You turn your head to look. There Azriel is, not a scratch on him. He gives you a once over, you actually watch his eyes search you from head to toe. You have a feeling if no one else was here his shadows would physically make sure you were okay too.
You don’t notice it on first glance. That’s why when you look him over you notice how tense he is.
“I’m okay,” you start saying.
He starts shaking his head, like he can’t believe it. You move to him at once. You grab his hand and place it at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He lets out a strangled breath at the feeling of your blood flowing beneath his hand.
You nod your head again, “I’m okay. We’re okay.”
He nods his head too.
“Sister,” your brother says.
You pull away from Azriel. A few of his shadows climbing up your arm. You turn to face your brother but when you do you wish you hadn’t. He shows you his hand, which came from the back of his head, and there it is. It’s not blood. You wish it was blood.
A dark substance coats his hand. You take two large steps to him. But it’s not quick enough. He stumbles into your arms. You go down to the floor with him.
Your brother lay on his back on your knees. You can feel the tears coming down your face again. Red. The color of the tears and all you can feel right now.
“Orlin, please, I can fix it!“ you cry.
He shakes his head.
“He gave his blood to the bog of Oorid. What he got back was slowly killing him.” Your brother says, coughing in between words.
If the blood inside Kynas was killing him, then the same blood he used to form the sword he pointed at your brother…was already in him. When he held him by the blade at the neck and when he nicked the back of his head.
He was already...
“I can take your blood, I can give you mine—“ you start.
All of these options could work. In theory. By taking your brother’s blood you could temporarily heal him. But if it’s been spreading for longer than you think you would have to take much more blood, and he wouldn’t survive that.
You could give him your blood, but that wouldn’t work as a cure. It would only work if you could stop the infection. Which, once again, might have been taking root for a long time.
The scars and bruises on his body. You doubt Kynas would use any other blade than his own blood to hurt your brother.
“I am your older brother, my job is, was, to protect you. I cannot let you give me your blood.” He speaks.
His voice groggy now. He holds out his hand and you take it in yours
“I should have came sooner. I should have known.” You say.
“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, sister. But they are going to look to you know.”
You let out a shaky breath and look around the room. The towns people are all taking in the scene in front of them. This wasn’t like the death of the council members which you hid from them. They are all witnessing the death of their emperor, right in front of their eyes.
They’re all watching in real time as the throne is being passed from one sibling to the next. From the heir to the spare.
You look back down at your brother, “I can’t do it. I don’t want this.”
“I know,” you brother hacks loudly and a bit of dark liquid comes out of his mouth, “but I know you’ll figure it out.”
In your grip you feel his hand loosen. You shake your head and keep repeating his name. As if that would simply wake him up from this awful nightmare. When his chest stops rising you gasp.
You hug his body to yours. Even though you can feel it going cold by the second. It doesn’t feel real. You and your brother were supposed to live this life together. Yes you left and he stayed, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t supposed to be the only one left.
You don’t know how long you stay like that. It doesn’t feel like long. It feels like time is passing you by.
And you don’t move from your position until you hear a voice calling you. It’s not Amren, or Azriel. Or anyone from the inner circle. You know this voice like the back of your hand.
You slowly let your eyes trail up, up, up to the door of the throne room. Standing there in the threshold is Semaj. He looks shaken up but you can’t sense any injuries on him. He’s looking at you now with a scared look on his face.
He gets down on one knee and places his hand over his heart. Sadly he bows his head.
“Empress.” He says.
It’s strikes a reaction in the whole room. One by one all of the towns people bend their knee and bow their heads. You even see Amren joining in. They repeat the same word Semaj had said. The same word you had run from your whole life.
Empress.
#acotar x reader#azriel x reader#azriel imagine#azriel fic#acotar imagine#acotar fic#blood and shadow
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Kyna...you had sex with Caden? How was it?
@cadenxsparks
“He’s the only person I’ve slept with. Not like I have a lot to compare to or really care about sex itself. But he was nice, sweet even. He’ll probably deny it if he’s asked.”
#vo: kat#[ like a whole thing is made about Kyna and Caden having sex when Kyna is like so unbothered about sex as a concept. like he holds it over#[ she knew what it was. she was more hung up about him leaving her to face the academy alone bc he couldn't handle it. ]#ask: anonymous#ask: answered
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