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There isn't enough spicy Solomorne fics so have this fic of him sleeping with Suyin from Suyin's POV. Heed the warnings, it's less comedic and more explicit 🫣

[adarlingwrites]

I forgot that my writing blog existed here on tumblr and I forgot to post this on tumblr so

Have an erotic comedy crack fic of Solomorne writing his report about sleeping with the Rogue Trader

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[adarlingmess]

Hi! I'm Sam, a freelance illustrator based in Manila PH! I focus on character illustrations for TTRPGs like D&D, videogames like BG3 & Fallout, and OCs!

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Hitting you with a writer ask: We all talk about the hard parts of writing, but what is something in the process of writing that you find easy? Like, some people have an easier time with begging, or dialogues, this sort of sort y’know?

In the same field, what do you think are your strengths? The things that make you go “yeah Im good at this”

Holy shit I am so sorry for answering this a month late! I think I know the answer to this one now.

Just saying dialogue doesn't sit well with me because it goes way deeper than that. I think the easiest part of my process is figuring out my characters' psychology and the "core" of who they are. It makes it much easier to write how they would act around another character or what they would say.

For example, in one scene from The Devil's Canvas, they're all terrified of Raphael in the initial dinner, but their fear manifests in different ways- Aidan's fear is more overt and he's shaking in his boots, Karnum is more unsettled and mistrustful than afraid, while Fortune's bravado while she's disguised as a haughty nobleman masks her paranoia. It's consistent with how I imagined them, with Aidan being young and somewhat neurotic, Karnum being old and seasoned with dealing with supernatural horrors, and Fortune being an observant schemer with nerves of steel.

(I hope that answered the question aaaa)

[adarlingmess]

I find it so interesting that Raphael criticizes Karsus and the players for overreaching their limits, when he's doing some overreaching himself for thinking he can take on Asmodeus. I've seen folks finding it hard to believe his bedroom habits for a character so power-hungry. He says he hates chittering children, but seems fond of Mol for her perceived virtues. Then some folks came to the conclusion that he hates cats because of him loathing litters of kittens, but then someone finds a line of him preferring cats to dogs.

I see his inconsistencies and hypocrisies as genius writing on Larian Studios' part, considering he is the son of Mephistopheles, the Archdevil of Contradictions. It makes sense that he shares some personality traits with dear old dad.

The best part about this is he obviously hates his father, but he is so much like him.

If we ever get a DLC set in the Hells, there better be devil family feuds and lots of drama

[adarlingwrites]

Reblogging with your tags because that is a great observation

[adarlingwrites]

Hi! I recently read all the 6 parts in the devil's playground on AO3 and it was soooooo good! Usually I don't read x OC (mainly just for personal preference) but Fortune and Raphael's shennanigans were too good I just had to keep reading (even when AO3 went down momentarily). So yeah just wanted to say you're amazing

Your message had me kicking my feet in joy :'D

Thank you for reading through all parts and enjoying them! And thank you so much for the kind words!

[adarlingwrites]

hi ate! its been a while since nung story mo sa kambal (trese) will u be able to continue it? looking forward sa chapter 3!!

Uy hi! Aaaa tinatamad na ako magtranslate huhu although yung English version complete na siya!

[adarlingwrites]

I just wanted to let you know that I love your absolution fic!!! ❤

Thank you so much!

One day I'll be able to finish it, thank you for reading ✨

[fango-jett-21]

Fallout 3 is actually a really sad game when you think about it. The main character, The Lone Wanderer, is an incredibly tragic character.

The Lone Wanderer’s mother dies giving birth to them. Their father runs away leaving them stranded and alone, launched into a dangerous, cruel, and unforgiving world of monsters, both human and otherwise. 

Death, destruction, chaos, madness, brutality, gore, mutilation, agony, poverty, loss, and darkness. The Lone Wanderer witnesses these things and experiences their fair share of it personally.

And then, after crossing the entire hellish wasteland at least twice over, they find their father, only to have him taken away from them again. But this time it’s permanent. After crossing a ruined world of nuclear ash, their own father sacrifices himself and they have to watch him slowly die, powerless to stop it.

Their childhood friends disown them and banishes them from their own home. The man who murdered their father somehow lived. There alone in a world that will kill them even for being a morally just person.

And if you play Point Lookout, there’s a hallucination sequence that is especially creepy. You find ‘bubbleheads’ that read out mocking descriptions.

Intelligence: “Tsk. Tsk. Walked right into another trap. Exactly how stupid are you?“ 

Strength: “This is one situation you’re not going to be able to fight your way out of.“ 

Endurance: “Keep it up, you’re almost there… wherever ‘there’ may be… probably nowhere.“ 

Agility: “Isn’t it funny how everyone you get close to ends up leaving?“ 

Perception: “This doesn’t look right, not right at all.“ 

Charisma: “Blech. If my kid looked like that, I’d abandon it too.“ 

Luck: “Dead mother, life in a post-nuclear Wasteland and not a friend in it. Yeah, you aren’t exactly blessed.“ 

The Lone Wanderer has it rougher than any other character I’ve seen in a video game. 

[monstersfalloutshelter]

It’s true.

And one of the reasons I love the game.

[mayorhandcock]

I need to play it

[smolla-than-a-bug]

Hey! I saw your requests open, can you write a Basilio x reader (idc if it’s female, but if you’re comfortable pls use gender neutral) where reader wears glasses once (1) and Basilio finds it hot and they end up doing the nasty? Thank you!

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basilio x reader

navi | trese m.list

content — nsfw, gn!reader, smut under the cut, mirror fucking, hinted blowjob, glasses kink(?), unedited

notes — is the trese fandom even still alive i havent heard fr them in a while help 😭 sorry this took so long! i kept it gender neutral for u i hope u enjoy :)

You desperately gasped for air, eyes barely open when Basilio takes his massive length out of your mouth. Your lenses are all fogged up, and you can barely see a thing.

“Tsk,” Basilio clicks. He uses his hand to cup your jaw sweetly, a stark contrast to the dark, carnal expression on his face. He pushes the frame of your glasses up your nose bridge using two sticky fingers. Something about the grin he puts on is a little sinister, you can’t help but shudder in anticipation. “Show me your face, baby.”

You weakly lift your head, already tired from the night’s festivities, but Basilio isn’t having any of that. You’d completely underestimated his stamina and voracity. You’ve never seen him this way before.

He adjusts your bodies on the bed so that you’re both facing the mirror by the foot of the mattress. He sits you on top of him and loops a beefy arm under your armpit, holding you securely against him. His tip nudges your ass lightly. Your arm comes around his head to grab a hold of his hair. You grip a chunk of his long locks and wrap it around your fist, prepared to brace yourself for dear life. Basilio’s big, and you don’t quite know if you’ll ever get used to the initial feeling of him filling your insides. You whimper as he begins to prep your hole. You can already feel the way he’s about to destroy your insides.

His fingers squeeze your jaw as he forces eye-contact through the mirror before your bodies. “You see me?”

“Yeah, I… see you?”

“That a question or an answer?” Basilio chuckles seeing you squint. He licks his lips, guiding your head so your eyes catch every movement—a wordless command to watch is imprinted in your head. “You ready?” He pushes your glasses up again, leaning to whisper directly into your ear. “Make sure these don’t fall off, else I’m not letting you cum.”

all rights reserved © smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my works. reblogs are appreciated!

trese taglist — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @disappointmentpastry @minshookie29 @victoireshaven

[adarlingwrites]

Oh my GOD this fic had my four-eyed self blushing like a teenager again I-

[aeonghaseyo]

Around You

Summary: The actions of a street cat taught you to shoot your shot and approach the older Kambal. But it didn't necessarily mean you had to change into a cat yourself to get his attention. ...right?

Word Count: 1462 AO3 link

Relationships: Crispin x CatSigbin!Reader Category: F/M Characters: Manang Muning, Crispin, Basilio Languages used: English, Tagalog Author's Note: I saw @adarlingwrites's sigbin OC in her Tumblr and I thought, why not write a fic with a cat sigbin reader? And here we are. 'Sup Crispin simps, I dedicate this to you. I hc that he's fond of cats, but that will have to wait until the next chapter. Enjoy! Inspired by the song Around You by LOONA Hyunjin

Chapter 1

“Halika dito anak, kumain ka muna.”

Manang Muning’s hushed tone beckoning you to join her and the rest of her feline family for dinner gave you a sense of comfort amidst the turbulent feelings that stirred your being. Normally, someone like you, who thrive among the middle-class folk in Malate, would help themselves to a pint of ice cream just for love troubles. But then again, you couldn’t refuse freshly-cooked daing straight from the old woman herself, which was why you went to her stall that one peaceful evening.

Out of the need to seek comfort through food prepared by your favorite vendor by the church, you quickly wolfed down the pieces of smoked fish in your plate, of course trying not to ingest the spines that clung to the meat. It didn’t take long before Manang Muning noticed your troubled disposition mid-meal and placed a hand on your back soothingly.

“(Y/n), anak, parang nagdadalamhati ka yata,” she spoke, which got your heart fluttering in surprise.

After swallowing that one last bite of your meal, you turned to her and said, “Okay lang po ako Manang. Wala lang ‘tong iniisip ko.”

Another wave of surprise caught you on your toes when Manang Muning once again asked, “Tungkol ba ito kay Crispin?”

Eyes widened, you mustered a quick response that turned into yet another question, “P-paano niyo po nalaman?”

Your inquiry made the old woman laugh heartily while a tuxedo cat nearby sauntered towards her, nudging her forearm to ask for more pets. As she let the cat settle on her lap, Manang Muning finally replied, “Anak, malapit ang loob natin sa isa’t-isa. Tuwing nakikita ko ang paningin mo, parati kong nakikita ang pagmumukha ng lalaking yun. Mukhang sinusundan mo yata pagkatapos mong samahan ang aking mga pusa kapag malapit sila sa pinanggalingan nila ng munting Trese.”

You didn’t think that every time you would be in your cat form tailing after Alexandra Trese and her adoptive twin brothers, your beloved old friend would tap into your vision just to see how you were doing. It was apparent that you weren’t bound to make advances of your own towards the trio in black, especially the short-haired twin, and even in plain sight you weren’t much noticeable. After all, who would pay mind to a small house cat, let alone think that it had emotions of its own?

Your heart sinking within your chest, you let your head bow down and your eyes closed as you dwelled in your disappointment. Trusting in Manang Muning, you let out the woes that plagued you that involved you, Crispin, your habit of stalking him whenever he’s nearby, and how you couldn’t get yourself to approach him and let him know you exist.

A chuckle made its way through the old woman, then she wrapped her arm around you, squeezing the farthest arm of yours from her soothingly and began to impart advice of her own. “Anak, talagang hindi mo makukuha yung taong gusto mo kapag naghihinayang ka masyado. Talagang kailangan mo siyang lapitan para mapansin ka niya.”

It didn’t help that whenever Manang Muning would soothe you with advice of her own in such a comforting manner that your eyes would tear up automatically. As you heard her tranquil voice speaking to you, your eyes were glossed with tears which also somewhat accumulated on your lower eyelids.

So you inadvertently looked like the puppy eyes emoji in Facebook Messenger when you looked at her and said, “Di ko po alam kung paano.”

“Anak,” Manang Muning calmly chided as she stroked the tuxedo cat who was nestled on her lap, “tignan mong mabuti itong alaga ko. Kanina, gusto niyang haplusin siya kaya niya hiningi ‘to sa akin. Hinaplos ko siya at hanggang ngayo’y hinehele ko siya gamit ang haplos ko. Alam mo kung bakit nakuha niya ang haplos na gustong-gusto niya?”

You glanced both at the cat in question and looked back at the old woman. It was then that you realized what you could do to charm the demigod you were yearning for.

---

From the way you held your ice cream cup as you feasted on the frozen dairy treat, you were nervous as hell, and it was very telling. You could have sworn that your ice cream permanently rendered your hands akin to popsicles as you stared at the dessert on your non-dominant hand. You knew what to do the next time you encounter Crispin, but how would you pull it off smoothly?

Remembering that one night when Manang Muning imparted a valuable lesson to you to limit your hesitations and shoot your shot with the demigod, you knew very well that she meant to tell you to just approach him. It didn’t mean she recommended you to change into your cat form and get his attention the way that other cat did to your beloved manang. But then again, it was your idea. You told her you were going to get Crispin’s attention as a cat. Everyone loves cats right? Besides, it was better than stalking your object of adoration from the alleys and in plain sight, even just as a regular house cat. (Or street cat? Technically, you did have a home.) Love really makes you come up with stupid ideas for sure.

Speak of the devil.

The demigod twins were right at your proximity, and you could tell from the ringing of the entrance door which revealed the both of them entering the premises. Basilio, the younger, long-haired twin, was chattering away while Crispin seemingly paid no mind to him. It seemed strange, however, that their Bossing, Alexandra Trese, was not with them. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you were staring at them as the older twin glanced at you for a moment, prompting you to look away and finish your ice cream. What you failed to see next was him smirking to himself before he went to the food aisle.

Your thoughts plagued you as you paused and stared at your now empty cup.

‘God, I can’t believe that shameless idea came to mind. If this backfires I’ll never find love again. Why is this so hard?!’

The stress that accompanied your thought made you unknowingly snap your tiny spoon in two with one hand. It did not help that since the twins were nearby, the sound was enough to make them notice, so their heads immediately turned to where you sat.

“Yikes, the spoon did nothing wrong,” said Basilio in a joking manner as he got a bag of chips from the display rack.

Clearing your throat, you muttered a "sorry" as you got up from where you were and walked to the cashier with your wallet in one hand, wishing to buy another cup of ice cream to calm yourself down. You immediately asked the cashier to serve you that same flavor of ice cream that you loved so much, but as you fished through your wallet for a smaller bill, you noticed that all you had was a 1000-peso bill. As soon as the young man behind the cash register handed you the frozen treat, you blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't have a smaller bill, do you have change for 1000 pesos?"

The cashier, checking the cash register for enough money for your change, grimaced slightly as he said, "Sorry ma'am, we don't have enough change for that."

Your heart sank all the more as you realized you technically had nothing to pay with, but all of a sudden, you felt as if that heart of yours was caught and gently lifted up as someone handed the cashier the exact amount of money you were supposed to pay the cashier. You looked closely at the arm and the man it belonged to, and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed that it was actually Crispin who handed the money.

A blush formed on your cheeks as you thanked him for the treat. "I-I have to repay you that same amount next time, don't I?"

Crispin winked at you and replied, "Of course not. Unless you wanna see me again. Now go enjoy your ice cream before it melts."

That smooth motherfucker.

'Jokes on you. I'm the one who's melting, not the ice cream.'

You walked back to that same table you sat by, savoring your first small scoops of ice cream with a new spoon as you glanced back at your crush and his twin brother. By the looks of it, the younger twin seemed to be teasing his kuya, nudging him a few times with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe you finally got through to Crispin?

Now you began to second-guess turning into a cat to get his attention.

[adarlingmess]

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

I: Ang Suhol / The Bribe

Summary: Basilio visits an old friend.

Words: 3087 (Taglish), 3154 (English)

Characters: Basilio, Sabina (OC), Boots (OC), Agnes (OC), Jango (OC), Lukas (OC, mentioned only), Crispin (mentioned only), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Hank (mentioned only), Anton Trese (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: Filipino-English/Taglish, English

Warnings: Strong language, crude humor, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I couldn’t help myself and made a redo of this previous piece because I was so discontent with the composition lol. I added a thousand more words to the fic as well and expanded into Sab’s childhood experiences, more details about her band, a new band member, and more OC lore. English version of the dialogue and translations are also available for international readers below. I was planning to releas this alongside Weng and Izzie’s stories, but it’s taking too much time and I wanna publish this now!!!

Have some excerpts from a possible future fic I might write. I blame my mutuals on insta for urging me to ship them HAHAHAHA

TAGLISH DIALOGUE:

There are two words to describe this Tuesday afternoon: slow and relaxed.

White plastic tables line up on the gravel, each one hosting an assortment of goodies for sale. Some have stickers and prints, while some have old books, clothes, and other knick knacks. A few tables even sell food and refreshments. Siomai and pandan tea, which the locals affectionately call “pantea” are selling fast, and so did the isaw, betamax, and other grilled laman-loob served with spiced vinegar, their smoky aroma wafting throughout the college grounds.

The golden hour is passing at a sluggish pace, and the crisp February air made the afternoon even slower. Students, professors, and guests alike browsed at their own leisure in the cold weather. With class hours almost over, members of the local student council, dressed in black polo shirts with their organization’s logo on the breast, are going around inviting people to attend the benefit concert to be held Friday night at the parking lot.

It’s that time of the year again in Sabina Marie’s college: Fine Arts Month.

For some, like Sabina and company, it’s an opportunity to earn more money by signing up for the booths. They got invited to play at the college’s concert too, and they managed to score a spot on the last day of the university’s annual fair. On the bottom of the concert’s promotional post on Facespace is their band name: Gabi ng Kasalanan.

None of them could remember if Sabina’s social media handle inspired the name, or the reverse. It just happened.

Jango’s strumming his guitar, practicing for Friday’s set, while Agnes is in charge of the sales. Lukas still isn’t done with his photography class… which he had taken twice now, much to his professor’s dismay. Boots is uncharacteristically quiet as she works on the band’s promotional materials on her laptop; yesterday’s events might have something to do with it. Sabina’s unpacking the boxes of their comics, unsold leftovers from the last convention they attended months ago. She shakes the dust off of her hands after the last box has been emptied, and excuses herself to wash her hands.

While scrubbing the dirt from underneath her black fingernails, she thinks back to yesterday’s events.

Boots came running to her, looking distressed, saying that some folks from one of her part-time jobs are looking for her. Much to Sabina’s surprise, Boots’ employers are some distant friends… if she can still call them that after the incident at the Great Balete Tree.

It’s been years since she was involved in aswang activities with her clan, so a visit from Alexandra Trese and the Kambal was the last thing the rogue aswang expected.

Worse, they were working on a case involving aswang, and she’s a suspect. Trese interrogated her on university grounds too, drawing the wrong kind of attention to her. Had they brought a cop with them, she would’ve called her out for upholding her clan’s accords, but not the university’s. Sabina’s fellow band members tried to keep the mood light, especially Boots, but the encounter left them all spooked.

The rogue aswang would’ve been happy to see their faces again after so many years, if it wasn’t for her mother, the Reyna Manananggal, deciding to betray the Trese clan and side with House Villaceran.

Now she feels that she carries the weight of her mother’s decision too, despite being too young to have any say in it back then.

Sabina grimaces and decides not to dwell on it further.

On the way back, she sees Agnes speaking to a familiar figure, clad in black, and her heart rate skyrockets. Agnes turns to Sabina’s direction, searching for her friend, and her face lights up when she sees her.

“Sab! Manliligaw mo!” Agnes jokes, shouting loud enough for the other tables to hear.

Upon seeing Basilio, the Kambal with long hair, waving at her with that stupid, boyish smile on his face, Sabina’s shoulders tenses up. Much to her dismay, she feels her blood rushing to the apples of her cheeks.

“Why is he back? What the fuck, seryoso ba?” she mutters under her breath. She stomps her way back to their table. “Ulol gaga,” she says with humorous emphasis, “di ko yan manliligaw. Di ako naniniwala sa ligaw-ligaw.”

“There’s the Cynical Sab we know,” Boots comments offhand, chuckling.

Basilio greets her with a bright smile and hands behind his back. “Uy Sabina! Musta? Di tayo nakapag-usap ng ayos kahapon.”

“Basilio, bakit ka andito? Hindi ba sinabi ko na sa inyo, tahimik na buhay ko dito sa Epey,” she starts, craning her neck to look him in the eye. Sabina didn’t get the chance to look at them properly yesterday, not when Alexandra Trese’s interrogating her. His eyes are still as black as she remembers. “Bakit pa ako gagawa ng kalokohang ikakapahamak ko?”

“Uy chill, hindi to tungkol doon. Di ba pwedeng gusto ko lang mag catch-up sa kababata ko?”

Overhearing their conversation, Agnes and Boots lean in, while Jango scowls. Seeing Jango’s reaction, Boots swats at his shoulder, a warning for him to behave.

“Wait, childhood friends kayo?’’ Boots asks, curiosity piqued.

“Oo,” Basilio answers, while Sabina says a flat “Hindi” at the same time.

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[lovely-v]

writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

[smolla-than-a-bug]

Is it possible to request for a 'Meet Cute' Dominic x easily flustered reader? Maybe have her late for a meeting with Team Trese but she comes across this scantily clad dude and---"OMG I don't know who you are but please have my jacket, it seems like you need it more than I do, you'regoingtocatchacoldsopleasetakecareofyourselfmoreokaybyeee"

trese hcs when you’re awkward on your first meeting

ft. alexandra, crispin, basilio, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader, clumsy & easily flustered reader

notes — thank u for requesting, nonnie! i hope u dont mind me turning this into headcanons instead coz a oneshot would have been real shorttt

—alexandra trese

gets worried and wonders if she did something wrong

unintentionally worsens the situation

You were told that the Alexandra Trese was an attractive woman, but you weren’t warned that she was this attractive. You’ve genuinely never been so taken aback by such a beauty before that it caused the gears in your head to lock. A spontaneous brain fart took over, lasting much longer than it should, before you could realize you’ve been staring with your mouth hanging until a hand waved in front of your face.

“Um… are you alright?”

You blinked. You shut your mouth, wiping the saliva at the corner of your lips. “Ye—ah!“ your voice cracked, and you cringed. You cleared your throat. “I’m- I’m fine!”

Alexandra stared blankly at you for a moment, wondering what to do next as an awkward silence made its place between you. “Uh…” she gently put her hand on your lower back, making you straighten up automatically as the pounding in your chest sped up. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear your heartbeat. “Maybe you should go home and rest. You’re clearly in no condition to be working right now.”

Your face reddened. “Wait, no! I swear I’m okay!”

—crispin

straight up laughs at you

will not let you live it down for as long as you know each other

You’re at the mall with your best friend. Neither of you are there for any specific reason. You just wanted an excuse to go out and possibly do a bit of shopping, tugging on your friend’s arm to stop by any stores that catch your eye.

You spot a big ‘SALE’ sign out of the corner of your eye. Not bothering to look, you reached out your hand and clasped your fingers around what you assumed was your friend’s wrist, pulling them along as you gravitated toward the store. “Let’s go there next!”

A gruff coughing from behind you made you freeze. You don’t remember your best friend’s voice being that deep.

You quickly turned around, dropping your grip on the unknown man as you raised both hands to show you didn’t mean any harm and apologized profusely. “I thought you were someone else, I swear I didn’t mean to!”

A boisterous laugh came out of the man. “It’s fine,” he waved you off. “The name’s Crispin. Maybe next time, tell me your name before I take you shopping, yeah?”

—basilio

coos at you bc he finds it cute

tries to swallow his laughter because he feels bad for you

It’s been a whole rough day for you. A trip to your favorite coffee shop would be the only thing to provide you a good fix, you figured, and you were so giddy when you’d received your iced coffee—just the thing you needed to cool down for the day. What you didn’t expect was that good fortune was still evading you when you turned from the claim area and bumped into someone, spilling the contents of your drink on them in the process.

In your stressed panic, you immediately grabbed a handful of tissues and started wiping the stranger’s shirt. “I’m sososo sorry, sir! I’ll buy you a new shirt, please, I am so sorry…”

You glanced up to his face, mentally bracing yourself and fully expecting his wrath, but instead the man’s face was awkwardly contorted into a grimace as if he were holding back a laugh. “Hey,” he stifled a giggle. “It’s cool. My shirt’s black, no one’ll notice.”

You sigh in relief, grateful that he wasn’t going to scold you. “I’m still sorry, though, I should’ve been more careful.”

You paused to dispose of the tissues. The man trailed after you.

“And I should have been looking where I was going. Like I said, it’s fine. Actually, let me get you another coffee.”

You felt yourself heating up as you rushed to protest. “No, no! It’s alright, I can get one myself.”

“Nah, let me. I bumped into you, so consider it my treat. Plus, you’re cute and seem like you need it.”

Good lord…

—dominic villaceran

fairly amused at your panicked state

goes along with it for your sake

In your haste to make it on time or at least delayed by only a few minutes to the meeting in Alexandra’s place, you didn’t notice anybody standing in your way until you bumped head-first into a solid wall.

Blinking, you were met with an exposed expanse of hard muscle. Your eyes traced the dip between the man’s pectoral muscles, up to the outlines of ridiculously defined collarbones, a strong jaw, and finally, piercing eyes staring straight at you with the smallest specks of humor if the smirk on his face had anything to say about it. “Oh…” You literally got caught ogling the Prince of the Aswang himself. “…my god.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say God.”

Your immediate instinct is to pretend that what just happened never happened.

Like a reflex, you shrugged out of your jacket, chuckling nervously. “Oh, you must be cold! Aha, here you go.” You could feel your face heating up the longer you were there, so you haphazardly tossed your jacket onto his arm and tried to step around him to make your leave.

A hand on your wrist stopped you from getting away.

As Dominic swiftly put his limbs through your jacket sleeves, he made it a point to thank you with a handsome smile. “May I have your name? I’d like to know who I need to return this to.”

—maliksi armanaz

absolutely loves that his presence alone can get you all flustered

will make it worse for you

A friend invited you to the drag race being held that night. It was your first time being surrounded by such beautifully built and carefully modified vehicles, so you really took the time to gawk at each model you saw.

You didn’t know much about cars, but as you walked past a sleek black Ferrari, you couldn’t help but stare in awe—who wouldn’t?

Its driver side window rolled down. “Like what you see?”

Your breath stuttered and you instinctively looked away, embarrassed at having gotten caught looking like a deer in headlights. The car’s owner chuckled, calling for your attention again.

“The name’s Maliksi.” You felt your heart pounding in your throat. “Watch me win, ya hear? I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line.” He winked and drove off, presumably to position his car at the starting line.

You looked about as red as a stop sign, and you tripped over your own feet when you heard your friend calling out for you. “You good there?”

You could only manage to squeak out a weak “Yeah”. You definitely weren’t good. Not good at all.

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tags — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @disappointmentpastry

[adarlingmess]

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

I: Ang Suhol / The Bribe

Summary: Basilio visits an old friend.

Words: 2048

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: Filipino-English/Taglish

Warnings: Strong language, crude humor

Author’s Notes: Gonna post this here on my main art account and reblog it to my writing account for archiving purposes. Whew, I’m not done translating the other fic yet, but I’ve been itching to write this! Have some excerpts from a possible future fic I might write. Contents are in Taglish, and I might translate it to full English at a later date if this picks up international readers.

I blame my mutuals on insta for urging me to ship them HAHAHAHA

Two words to describe this Thursday afternoon are slow and relaxed.

White plastic tables line up on the gravel, each one hosting an assortment of goodies for sale; some have stickers and prints, while some have old books, clothes, and other knick knacks. A few tables even sell food and refreshments. Siomai and pandan tea, which the locals affectionately call “pantea” are selling fast, and so did the isaw, betamax, and other grilled laman-loob served with spiced vinegar, their smoky aroma wafting throughout the college grounds.

The golden hour is passing sluggishly, and the crisp February air made the afternoon even slower. Students, professors, and guests alike browsed at their own leisure in the cold weather. With class hours almost over, members of the local student council, dressed in black polo shirts with their organization’s logo on the breast, are going around inviting people to attend the benefit concert to be held tomorrow night at the parking lot.

It’s that time of the year again in Sabina Marie’s college: Fine Arts Month.

For some, like Sab and company, it’s an opportunity to earn more money by signing up for the booths. They got invited to play in the college’s concert too, and they managed to score a spot on the last day of the university’s annual fair.

Jango’s strumming his guitar, practicing for tomorrow’s set, while Agnes is in charge of the sales. Lukas still isn’t done with his photography class… which he had taken twice now, much to his professor’s dismay. Sab’s unpacking the boxes of their comics, unsold leftovers from the last convention they attended months ago. She shakes the dust off of her hands after the last box has been emptied, and excuses herself to wash her hands.

While scrubbing the dirt from underneath her black fingernails, Sab thinks back to yesterday’s events. It’s been years since she was in contact with her clan, so a visit from Alexandra Trese and the Kambal was the last thing she expected. Worse, they were working on a case involving the aswang, and Trese interrogated Sab because she’s a suspect. On university grounds too, drawing unnecessary attention to her. Had they brought a cop with them, she would’ve ran to the campus security. Sab’s fellow band members tried to keep the mood light, but the encounter left them all spooked.

The rogue aswang would’ve been happy to see their faces, if it wasn’t for her mother, the Reyna Manananggal, deciding to betray the Treses and side with Villaceran’s clan during Alexandra’s Great Balete Tree trials.

Now she feels that she carries the weight of her decision too, despite being too young to understand what happened back then.

She grimaces and decides not to dwell on it further.

On the way back, she sees Agnes speaking to a familiar figure, clad in black, and her heart rate skyrockets.

“Sab! Manliligaw mo!” Agnes jokes, shouting loud enough for the other tables to hear.

Upon seeing Basilio, the Kambal with long hair, waving at her with that stupid, boyish smile on his face, Sab’s shoulders tenses up.

“Why is he back? What the fuck, seryoso ba,” she mutters under her breath. She stomps her way back to their table. “Ulol gago di ko yan manliligaw. Echoserang to.”

“Uy Sabina, musta?” Basilio asks her. 

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[adarlingwrites]

How is it that I write so fast when wrtiting fanfiction but I suffer™ when writing original fiction

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Soulmates and Everything in Between

A/N: Hey! Here is now my two centavos for the Trese/Kambal fandom. I offer to you a Basilio x Fem!Reader fanfic… you can also consider it a Maliksi x Fem!Reader bc it has some parts with Mal. Also, what a title, emerite. It’s loosely based on this song:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4jq5J39hJ28RmDhNp1QkYk?si=1bff151aeec64129

(I had to put a link bc how do u insert a like… song from spotify???)

It was an idea I had overnight so… enjoy!

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You were never one to believe in love, not after breaking up with your boyfriend for 4 years; you caught him cheating on you for 6 months. Basilio was the one who believed in love, despite the destiny that his mother had and that his dad was a killing machine. He still believed that there’s this good kind of love. It has been a year since you two met at The Diabolical, after Maliksi practically pulled you out of your bed so that you can finally hang out with him and the wind girls after two months of moping in your apartment. It was a good time, being able to debate with Basilio that night about love after just an hour of meeting each other in the bar.

 “You know, Basilio,” you said, alcohol streaming through your blood, “love is just a social concept that was made up to trick people to fuck and produce more people. That’s why this country is overpopulated.” Basilio laughed. The others just listened and hummed in agreement. “It’s not just a social concept, Y/N. It’s Bathala’s way of leading people to their other half, their soulmate. He knows that we cannot live alone, so he created other halves for each one of us.” You scoffed and had another drink of your beer. “Really? If so, then why are there womanizers? Cheaters? If that’s Bathala’s way for us to find our so-called other halves, then no one should be cheating. Soulmate my ass, it was never real in the first place. Whoever wrote that must’ve been whack.”

 “Girl,” Amie said, rubbing circles on your back, “kalma ka lang. Let’s just enjoy this night, shall we? No more debating about love.”

 The next day, despite the hangover you had, you were sobered up to the texts you received from an unknown number and a friend request on your socials. It was Basilio. You groaned. “What does he want this time?” On his texts, he apologized about the debate and that he got your number from Maliksi. Good ol’ Maliksi, playing cupid all over again.

 Since that day, Basilio has been bombarding you with texts messages, asking how you were, how was work, or anything in general. It was annoying, honestly, since that you obviously got a feeling that he likes you. You scoffed at that thought. “No way. If he thought he’d win my heart, keep dreaming na lang.” Then, in a few months, it was no longer just texts. He started coming over with Maliksi. He knows that you and Mal were bestfriends. He started bringing food, worse, even cooking in your own kitchen! He knew about your favorite dish, and he just smiled at you when this shocked you. “How?” You asked him as he was setting the table. He then tilted his head to Mal, who was already grinning at you. You just cursed under your breath.

 It was not long when it was just Basilio coming, still with food and movies and haranas. It made your heart flutter, in all honesty, but you tried not to fall in love again. You knew about the twins’ history with girls, how they would sometimes bed them. The thought made you shiver. Still, Basilio was persistent, and consistent. It even surprised you that he came with you on your grocery day at the public market, and he was wearing shorts and sando. He helped you carry your groceries, and put them all on the shelves in your kitchen. “Thanks, Basilio. It’s very nice of you to help me out today,” you said, smiling at him. “It’s nothing. I’d do everything for my girl.” That caught you off guard.

 And that was when you knew you got it bad.

 You were in love. You finally fell for him.

 You then started to shut him out. You started to make up excuses if Basilio wants to come over. This worried Basilio, and asked Maliksi about what happened. “This this isn’t new to me,” Mal answered, “she did that to me too after the break up.”

 “But this isn’t a break up,” Basilio said, a bit of panic in his voice. “It was always okay for her if I was coming over.” Maliksi gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.”

 You were reading a book on your sofa when the front door opened. It was Maliksi. You trusted him enough for him to have the spare key of your apartment, in case something happened. “I guess you heard the news, huh.” You joked, and he chuckled. “Yes, bub, I did. What happened?” He asked as he sat beside you. You turned to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m scared, Mal,” you said, your voice quiet. “About what?”

 “Love.”

 Maliksi sighed and you finally faced him. “I understand that you’re scared of getting hurt again, but please don’t stop yourself from experiencing a new kind of love. It’s always good to try again,” he said as he took your hands. You just groaned and tears fell from your eyes. “He’s just too good to be true, Mal. He’s kind, and gentle. He knows what I want and he’s trustworthy, and he helps me with everything I do. He wants to be involved with my life and wants to do everything with me. He even went with me to the public market! No guy ever did that!” Mal chuckled and hugged you as you sobbed. “Then why are you scared if he’s doing all these amazing things?”

 “Because,” you said in between sobs, “what if he changes over time? What if he’ll get used to all of this and decides that it bores him?”

 “Are you gonna let your what if’s stop yourself from experiencing this wonderful kind of love?” He asked you. You just sighed. “Y/N, don’t ever be scared to love again, because it’s the only good thing in this horrible world we’re in. It’s the thing that Bathala gave us so that our souls will be at peace.” He was right, you thought. Ever since Basilio came, everything was beautiful, your soul was at peace. Maybe this is what Basilio was talking about months ago, about soulmates. Maybe he was yours.

 Days after, you asked Basilio to come over, and it overjoyed him. Maliksi told him about your fear, and it was enough for him to understand why you shut him out. When he arrived, you gave him a weak smile. He brought all your comfort food, street foods, to be exact. He prepared everything on the table before he sat beside you on the couch. “Hey, Y/N,” he said softly. You then hugged him. It felt like it was everything you needed. “I know you’re scared,” he said softly, as he enveloped you into his arms, “and I understand if you’re not ready. Nevertheless, I will still be here, because after I met you, and after all the time we spent, I knew that I love you. My soul is at peace when I’m with you.”

 You swore to yourself that you won’t cry, but you did, and he hugged you tighter. It was the best feeling in the world, to be at peace, to be with someone who understands you. You were then surprised that he played a song on his phone. He placed it on the couch and he stood up. The intro played, the very familiar guitar chords spilling through the speakers. He offered his hand to you, and said, “Care to dance, baby?” You laughed when he said ‘baby’, but you accepted. You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and his hands rested on your waist. It was an odd song to dance to, but you figured that Basilio was the kind of guy to tell his feelings through a song, thus the endless haranas.

 The chorus of the song came up, and he sang along to it. It was everything he wanted to say. Basilio, the guy you just debated about love, is now the man you swore to be with until the end. A secret promise for now. After all, it’s what Bathala gave us; a partner to be with until the end.

[crispinkreme]

This is something I could see Basilio doing, no cap mga pare. But like, ako lang ba yung nagi-isip na what if Maliksi is actually the reader’s soulmate kesa sa kapatid ko? Maybe the red string of fate is tied between Maliksi and YN pero yung red string ni Basilio is just simply floating around YN.

Pero ang ganda. Naol.