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bayaniserye🤌 🌼Ruscente main🌼 🥖☕️

[the-1897]

Mabinaldo with Nonong and Goyong

Goyong: Papá, am I ugly?

Mabini: nonsense, I'm looking at you right now and you're the most handsome man in the world.

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Nonong: pa, am I ugly?

Aguinaldo: very much.

[the-1897]

⚠️semi-explicit words and situations are implied!!!!

Gresca oneshot to "is there somewhere" by myfleetingreverie and "the worst of us shall rule" spectrum296.

After the very night of them together, Rusca decided to get up early and dress up even if it's still 3 hours before dawn. Once he got cleaned, he headed to their son's room, deciding to sleep there instead of sleeping with the naked crowned prince who'd just called him by the king's name after initiating another affair.

It was painful yet it worries him for the safety of himself and their son. Ilyong had just miscarried and Gregorio came down to this house that he provided to the son of outside his wedlock and initiated an affair to a non-royal. A peasant. It is enough to disrespect the prince to see his husband with another man, let alone someone who successfully carried his heir in once of a trial.

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Daylight breaks and Gregorio groaned in bed, feeling the coldness hitting his naked skin and the empty side beside him where he couldn't feel someone who is supposed to be there. His eyes were bleary, heavy and blinking lazily while gazing at the ceiling.

"Ah... mierda." He murmured. It wasn't Ilyong that he had spent the night with. He knew it'll be another big talk for the whole kingdom, let alone be another fight with Ilyong. He grits his teeth. He's putting Rusca and their son in danger. If Ilyong gets fed of this information, his wrath is already long assured. Either Ilyong would banish both Rusca and the kid, or worse, punish them both in the worse way possible. Ejercito is only 4 and Rusca... Rusca had grown a place in his heart even if their bond was made by accident through the rage and hunger of Goyong's rut.

He groans as he tries to shift a bit, his hips still hurting from last night, his body still aching from fatigue and his head is still throbbing from the intense days he's been weeping. He sighs, running a hand through his face and hair. He raised one of his legs onto the bed, adjusting his position to accomodate the faint swell of his knot that he had guessed hasn't finished up well before Rusca pulled away.

The door suddenly creaked open and the 4 year-old Ejercito peeked in, probably about to greet him. "Ahh! Papa's naked!" He shrieked. "Mierda, Ejercito!" He yelped, panicking to cover up. Rusca probably heard from the kitchen as there were cluttering noises after Goyong yelled.

"Ejercito! I told you not to go here yet." Rusca immediately ran to their kid, covering the kid's eyes before closing the door. His cheeks were tainted red after being reminded of what happened last night. "But I want to greet papa..." the four year old pouted while he gets lead to the livingroom. "And I told you to wait for your papa to come out." Rusca gave a small sigh.

"Papa without clothes looks odd." Ejercito pouted, hugging his toy. Rusca, who was caught offguard gave a small snort. Well yes, he does. "He does doesn't he?" He snickers and the boy giggled.

Goyong frowned from inside the bedroom. "Odd my damn face." He grumbled before he yawns. "I would've agreed if he didn't look grateful after I pulled my pants down." He smirks. But that smirk slowly dies down as he rethinks of what will happen after he gets back to the palace. And looking back at their son, he again, remembers Ilyong who's spending his mourning night alone without Goyo who prioritized going to his affair-built family.

[clumsiiayashu3e]

Basilio, holding a pumpkin : What should I carve out of this pumpkin?

Isagani : Hm, a heart?

Basilio : Not sure if I can do that, but I can definitely try?

Isagani : That's quite literally the easiest thing to carve.

...

Isagani : ...Basilio, I didn't meant a anatomically correct heart.

Basilio : Well you didn't specify, so...

(Ctto : a reel I saw on facebook LMAO)

[the-1897]

LMAOO he right tho

[the-lazyyy-artist]

ANOTHER POST BECAUSE!!!

WE FINALLY HAVE THE OFFICIAL SHOWING DATE FOR QUEZON 😭😭😭

Grabe!! After 7 years, the Bayaniserye is complete! I'm so so so so excited to see this in the cinemas, like how I watched Heneral Luna and Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral yeaaars ago! This is so worth the wait.

And knowing Sir Jerrold Tarog and his artistry, this will be another masterpiece in the collection of historical films the Philippines has. Oh, my daays! I cannot contain my excitement!

Also, shet!! Si Jericho Rosales 'yan! Alam n'yo na na magaling 'to!

[the-1897]

I'M BACK LATE BUT TAYO'Y NAGBABALIKKK

[gudetama-tamad]

I have been dreaming of these two since 2015. I cannot believe it's happening now. I CANNOT BELIEVE--

[the-1897]

MI QUERIDO YOU MEAN?! QUEZON WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIORR

[gudetama-tamad]

hala guys, bakit parang... familiar 'to?

oop. there it is.

[the-1897]

OMGOMGOMGOMGG YESSSSSSS

[weirdagnes]

im sorry but the casting in both movies was amazing

(credits to my sis for indirectly giving me the idea lmao)

[lewis-winters]

"oh i can't believe im shipping rpf ooohhh i feel bad" babes. we are going to die. this is inevitable and unavoidable. we are going to die. but i have good news for you: before we die, we are going to live! and if living means sometimes we lose our minds over some homoerotic soldiers or some really lovely OCs shipped with a real person, then so fucking be it.

literally. it's fine. kill the cop in your head, and enjoy.

[the-1897]

I got too attached to that one Luna×Rusca fic, I forgot who the author was, but the title of that ficlet was "huling sayaw". Honestly, it got me thinking of exploring that too. I admit that I'm getting too Rusca-focused, but one of the things I noticed was almost all the unknown ships of him are always interesting like Ruscente, Gresca,etc. I think it'll work if Pacoven works, but who knows.

[the-1897]

["FlatTop of the world"-probably]

Since they were kids:

Aguinaldo: watcha doing?

He asks while he towers over the smaller boy.

Mabini: hey! Stop interrupting me... I couldn't read with you always blocking the sun.

Aguinaldo grins, poking pole's side.

Aguinaldo: guess you have to know how to top this! He laughed running with the book.

Mabini: get back here! He cried, oh he could never catch up with that boy! No use of these small legs of him.

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Aguinaldo looks to his side... hell, it only takes Mabini's shoulder to match the level of his eyes.

Mabini noticed and looked down.

"Is there something wrong, Miong?"

Aguinaldo cleared his throat and looks away. "Nothing, just checking if you were keeping up with the discussion..." he excused, obviously trying to "stand".

Mabini rose an eyebrow with a small smile. "..."

"You know you could always stand up so no one could see the rice terraces on your head,"

Aguinaldo's face heats up, reaching to his very nape. "Very funny, pole."

[the-1897]

Back with another Prompt 😌🙏🏼

Prompt: Modern AU, Senior Highschool Pule having a debate with a student. And someone used a bible verse on him instead.

And Miong watching Pule murdered his contenders with specific Articles and Constitution basis against his claims. 😭🤲🏼

Wait that's actually good af LMAOOO BUT IDK HOW TO ACTUALLY WRITE IT ODK TTTOTTT

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Prompt: Mabini did not contracted a Polio and hence why he's much taller than Aguinaldo. What would happen if they're both standing each other side by side from meetings (private or not) and ceremonies. 👁️👁️

Mabini got nerfed but he's totally a top he didn't got Polio 🫣👁️👁️

LMAO I COULD ONLY IMAGINE THE SUDDEN ROLE SWITCH AND EMILIO'S SHOCKED FACE HAHAHHAHA if mabini could suddenly stand, imagine the total wideness of his eyes😭😭

[the-1897]

I actually might do this soon but I need to know how I'd make it HWHHSHHSH, but I know I might soon

[the-1897]

Flattops chocolate, but as miong HWHAHHAHAHA

[the-1897]

Prompt: Mabini did not contracted a Polio and hence why he's much taller than Aguinaldo. What would happen if they're both standing each other side by side from meetings (private or not) and ceremonies. 👁️👁️

Mabini got nerfed but he's totally a top he didn't got Polio 🫣👁️👁️

LMAO I COULD ONLY IMAGINE THE SUDDEN ROLE SWITCH AND EMILIO'S SHOCKED FACE HAHAHHAHA if mabini could suddenly stand, imagine the total wideness of his eyes😭😭

[the-1897]

Vicente strolls around the house, his steps stopping by in front of a room... faint humming noises filled the air.

His gaze softens by then and smile formed on his lips. Seeing Eduardo deeply immersed with cradling their bunso really is a calming sensation that crawls down his spine.

He took just a faint step, recognizing the two snoring boys in their bed, toddlers, tired from playing against one another.

The scarred man flickers his eyes. His lips forming a small smile as he continues to hum. Enteng gazes at him, admiring his strength to go this far... and to go even further. His eyes travels everywhere, just to take in the image of what peace means to him.

*thump*

Another one is expected to be welcomed soon.

[the-1897]

"I know who you pretend I am"

-we all know that Vicente has a wife and 10 kids, well acknowledging that they indeed get together, but what if, they ended up ending things before eventually getting to Rusca? And what if Rusca developed this desperation to keep people he knew just so close to him because he can't afford to lose the after losing Antonio and the others?

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Day by day... he could no longer recognize himself. What is he...? A man...? A lover...? A companion...? Or... just an imitation..? An imitation of a wife longly gone. The representation of lost perhaps?

All of this.. he questions as he looks in the mirror.

Long brown hair, white, powdered bleached skin, scarred forehead... frail figure, long stylish dress. His feet of pain, blisters and wraps. His skin, cheated on by powder and oil. His head pierced by pointy, gold pieces. His voice forcely small, forgetting the tone he once used.

"Corazon?" A firm voice cuts in

"Mh-?" The confused man looks back up from the ground.

"I was asking you, if you'd like these sandals?" He asks, smile already crept on his face. His brain slowly captures back the moment happening at the moment.

Oh.

Some.... pretty, white stripped wedge. He hesitates, but his supposed husband kneels down, offering the sandals to his injured feet.

He absentmindedly snuck his foot in. 1. 2.

"It fits you, fits you very well, cariño,"

Gazing back to the woman across, buying her own pairs..

'what a coincidence... the two of them has the same taste in current "fashion."'

[the-1897]

Idk how people view Rusca actually, or any other people or characters... I'm bad at reading people's habits and just how they are based on general pieces lol...