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Ayoo Faith, what ARE you doing my baby 🥹😂😂😂😂♥♥♥😍😍🥰
Edit: She is my cute daughter, say hello to Faith! :) ♥
A part of growing up as a daughter in an Asian family is realizing that your parents will only love you conditionally.
I failed as a daughter, I'm sure my mom imagined a different life for me at my age, but she won't say it so as not to hurt me more than I'm already hurt
En Español: Aquí
"Jennifer K. Lemon Pie is a special girl.
Especially sweet.
Her was created and molded by P.B under the idea that she was "the perfect princess". And for a long time Jenny pursued that ideal.
Until at the age of 16 he broke down, after a tough argument, threw everything away and left.
Now Jenny is learning to detach herself from the ideals that were imposed on her since she was a child and start looking for her true self.
She likes to have her papers in order, her coffee strong and her voice heard."
Presenting a Jenny, my oc based on the world of "Adventure Time", I don't usually make ocs that are direct relatives of the main characters of the series. But she was an exception.
I also tell you that this is a redesign, I wanted to develop she more during his adolescence and then I immersed myself too much in it XD
If them are curious about how it looked previously, here is the link -> \(0u0)/
Well, I wanted to start the year with something well done and I liked the result (ouo)
Let me know what you think (^u^)/
𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 🍌
Bill Kaulitz x bi!daughter!reader
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With another deep sigh you were ready, ready to get this out and over with. You liked girls— well, you really liked girls and that wouldn’t be that big of a deal if you weren’t also a girl.
You knew how people and the media saw you, weird, wrong, shameful. So for years you hid it, you hid your feelings in a box and tossed it under your bed, until the box finally overflowed. You needed to get it out, you needed to express yourself, how long were you going to hide for?
You made your way towards the kitchen island, taking a seat in front of your dad who was painfully bad at making banana shakes.
“Ugh! I can’t get this thing right!” Your father huffed hitting the jammed machine with his right fist. “Dad calm down, hey— it’s not even plugged in!” You chuckled lifting up the thick cable on your hand.
“Ah, would you be such an angle and plug it in for me?” Bill relaxed into smiled as you chucked shaking your head. The blender finally started as the (awful looking) ingredients started to mix into a shake.
This was the perfect time, you thought, the blender was too loud for your dad to hear you so if you chicken out last second and regret your words there was coming back from this.
“Dad…” you mumbled obviously not masking the roaring machine, “Dad I’m into girls!” You shouted a bit louder than the blander, just enough for Bill to actually hear you.
He immediately stopped his actions, froze in place and didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t sure if he had even heard you right. “You like girls?” He asked as if he was asking you what day it was.
The way his question came out surprised you a bit, I mean— you weren’t expecting your dad to lash out yes… but you didn’t expect him to be that chill either.
“Yes… I like girls— And men! A bit.” You blurted tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie. Bill’s smile grew as he abandoned his masterpiece (devil poison) and ran over to hug you.
This hug was a special hug, like the ones you would get when you would fall out of your scooter and scrape your knee, the ones you’d get while getting shots at the doctors. It felt safe, you felt accepted and loved.
It didn’t take long enough before Bill started to question you about your crushes, the thing he was mostly curious about “So… Heather B?…”,
“Dad, oh my god! No!”
“What! I was just asking!”