ate-al_1897

bayaniserye🤌 🌼Ruscente main🌼 🥖☕️

[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

[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]

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...

[the-1897]

Napakagulong araw

Si sisa naglalaro ng volleyball.

(Ps, school cosplay)

[the-1897]

["Señor Presidente"]

Every now and then, a man named.. Apolinario spends his free days looking outside the window, gazing on some papers or rolling his wheeled chair around the old wood flooring of the white mansion.

He has not retreated to the cabins nor his hometown. Starting way back when that man... Emilio, invited him to be his secretary... his trusted man of advice. "Your words are the only ones I trust my life and my country with" such a foolish thing a proper man with a family could say.

Pole felt the wind blowing inwardly. He closes his eyes as he breathes in the clean air. But thwn his heart clenched... as if he felt something deep inside. His head quickly turns by the entrance, with only the footsteps of the disappearing señor presidente is heard and seen. Pole never recognized any of his emotional connection too deeply before. 'It must've been because he's the only person in this mansion who's living with me.' Such odd chances. A man who was inwardly a coward to his enemies, deciding to push his kawals away... choosing 2 specific.. silent maids and the rest is... the two of them.

Pole turns his attention back to the window. "He's really something.." *"something odd to understand too well sometimes"*

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Yawning, he reviews the constitution papers. He facepalms as formally respectful as possible. *"I shall not believe that he wrote this on his own,"*

Every pages made him sigh, every pages made him reread, every pages made him look side to side. He denies the need to laugh and smile. He denies something he's doing inwardly. *"The usual you are, Miong,"*

The last page is all left before they share their opinions. Pole sighs, hopefully he could easily get through this beloved person sitting next to him.

His heart took a leap and his mind goes blank. He looks at Miong who's eyes were knowing and... familiar... something Pole has been scared to admit and face. "Señor presidente.." he wanted to ask... but nothing else came out.

*"you're absurd for the risk you take,"*

[Extra lol:

2 weeks ago, "pole?" "O?" "What do you think, are the rules I make ought to be broken by our workmen once I decided it firmly?"

Pole stops his writing and looks up shortly. He unconciously smiled. "You are still the last decision... I don't think that has come into your mind yet, Señor Presidente" Miong didn't change. He's still some strange child-man at times as if his mind goes off just to pull out a dumb question to ask to Pole to hold their daily conversation.]

You... foolish married of a man.... is this... what you really wanted to...

*thump* yet again, Pole is visited by the thoughts and his "delusional attachment" towards this man. His face was red like the fabric of their flag. His cheeks as warm as the cigarettes Miong always wraps his lips around. The breeze as suddenly humid like how Miong's breaths hits his nape whenever he leans in to watch what he does. Was it still a mystery... or was he just... denying how trench-deep his heart is shoveling itself into just by meeting those rich brown eyes.

A Mabini point of view.