naparito ako upang makahalubilo ang aking munting trese,
at ang aking mga kapatid na sina crispin at basilio.
[ she/they ]
roleplay account
pfp from picrew, added details using ps
🔥 writes poetry and short stories; usually in english as it is my mother tongue, but i am trying my best in improving my filipino! nauubos sya sometimes.
🔥 this is an outlet for that improvement lol
🔥 tryna write in hebrew and baybayin
🔥 loves to read about the world mythos, mysticism, and history in general.
🔥 a pangender kween 🏳️🌈
portals to the other side!
🕳️ headcanons
urduja's little embers 1
hcs about fire elementals
🕳️ mga himno mula sa aklat ng apoy at dugo | poetry series
0 | urduja: ang tagapagmana ng banal na apoy at digmaan, diyosa ng makatuwirang pagganti
1 | panalangin ng nasasadlak
🕳️ uragonesa tales | urduja's origins; short reads
FUCK I FORGOT THAT THE BIRD STORE I WORK AT HAS ONE BABY BIRD THAT LIKES TO SLEEP IN PEOPLES POCKETS IM HOME AND SOMETHING IS MOVING IN MY POCKET OH FUCK
It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals
content — gn!reader, conyo basilio HAHAHA, alcohol consumption in mal’s part
notes — omg funfunfun !! :DD if it happens to be ur bday, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY 🥳🎉 on another note, its been raining all day and tho i personally enjoy the weather, yall stay safe out there!
—alexandra
puts together a small birthday celeb w ur friends and family
Alexandra stands off to the side after laying out the food on the dining table, sighing softly to herself as she fondly watches you greet friends and family members you haven’t seen in a while. The sight of you so happy to reunite with your loved ones on a special occasion pulls at her heartstrings and she can’t help the tugging on the corners of her mouth.
“Yiee, ate Alex is smiling!” she hears behind her. At that, she turns around and one cold look from her has the culprit shutting up.
She goes to find you in the small crowd, but you find her first, surprising her by hugging her from behind. “You didn’t have to do this for me,” you whined.
Alexandra merely smiled. “I wanted to.”
—crispin
takes u thru a day-long adventure of exploiting ur birthday benefits
You roll your eyes at Crispin, who’s currently hiding behind the camera of his phone and shamelessly giggling for the fourth time that day. The sound of a tambourine being shaken and slapped against a palm reaches your ears and you know what’s about to come. Sure, you get to eat for free, but at what cost?
A small cupcake with a lit candle is placed in front of you. You plaster a smile on your face in thanks to the waiters. “Happy birthday!” they start to sing, like you haven’t heard it from the last three restaurants Crispin dragged you to and even from a few stores that offer free birthday gifts for celebrants. Like any sane person, you awkwardly sit through the song, struggling to keep your flustered expression at bay. All you’re thinking about is how you’re going to break Crispin’s phone if he doesn’t delete all the embarrassing videos he’s taken of you within the whole day. With every singsong ‘Happy birthday’ that you hear, your murderous thoughts only worsen for Crispin and his phone.
—basilio
plans a picnic (he saw it on tiktok once)
“Ta-daa!” says Basilio, pulling out a box and two wine glasses from the basket by his thigh and laying it on the blanket you’re seated on.
A round cake, with a pit in the middle, iced in a chunky white crumb coat, and decorated with assorted sprinkles and your favorite candies sits in the middle of you both. Written in colorful icing are little greeting messages from himself, Crispin, Hank, and the Treses. Without a doubt, you know he spent all night making the cake on top of putting together the whole picnic basket. Your heart swells, and you coo out loud without meaning to.
It seems Basilio mistook your cooing at his thoughtfulness for a form of mockery for his obvious lack of baking experience as he blushes and huffs. “Don’t judge! Oo na, deins ako cakerist. (I’m not a ‘cakerist’.)”
—tapia
king of sentimental gifts :<
Your friends thought it was a good idea to throw you a little surprise party, and seeing as you had no idea who their guest list was comprised of, you would just keep getting surprised whenever anyone else made their way through the front doors. Just when you thought there would be no more guests since it’s been halfway through the party, the doorbell rang and there stood a disheveled looking Tapia, already embarrassed at having been late for your birthday. But you gave it no thought as you launched yourself onto him. “Mr. Sergeant Tapia, sir! You’re here!”
He laughed before handing you your gifts. A plushie of your favorite animal and a bouquet of flowers. You couldn’t help but let your face morph in awe and overwhelming sensations of gratitude. “Aww! Thank you, I love them!”
Later on, he gave you a follow-up gift in private, instructing you to open it when you get home. Inside the envelope were a bunch of ‘Open When’ notes, and your first instinct was to call him, whining into the microphone.
—dominic
treats u throughout the whole day
Dominic trails behind you, though not too far, along with two of his henchmen assigned to carry whatever shopping bags you had. That morning, he’d been the first to greet you, and since he couldn’t decide what to get you for a gift, he thought: Why not let you decide for yourself? and handed you his black card.
You initially declined, telling him he was insane for letting you borrow his card, but he repeatedly reassured you that it was fine. If you wanted to go browse for clothes for an extended amount of time, go to the spa for a self-care treat for both you and him, finally buy that book you’ve been wanting, get a restock on the art materials you recently ran out of, or even just do your groceries, he’d simply follow you and egg you on, encouraging you to spend more for yourself because you deserve the treat.
He’d laughed at you when you pulled up a dress shirt and bought it for him, suggesting that the color brought out his eyes or something along the lines of that, because of course you’d bring him into consideration during a shopping spree meant for you.
—maliksi
plans a whole weekend getaway for u w all ur close friends
Your friends cheered and raised their shot glasses when a cake with sparklers for candles was brought to your table. You made sure to snap a photo to post on your Instagram story.
You made it to the Airbnb right in the middle of the afternoon—the perfect time to explore the area, nearby waters, and landmarks. After the day’s adventures, your friends lead you to an open bar along the beach to finally and properly celebrate your birthday.
Flashes of their phone cameras were all you could see as you made a wish and blew out the sparklers with cheers and random greetings piping up from all around the bar. Maliksi had his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulder, and you giddily clung onto his limb as your friends toasted to your birth, grateful for the trip he dragged you all along to.
I humbly come to your ask box to request a Crispin x fem!reader smut fic. I am a Crispin simp who is starved for a Crispin smut 😫😫😫😫😫
Sincerely, your local Abswang Emissary who wants to hide behind an anon ask HAHAHAHAH
pretty boy
drabble. crispin x reader
navi | trese m.list
content — nsfw, fem!reader, smut directly under the cut, dom!crispin, gun play, dacryphilia
notes — WHSJSJSJS THE WAY THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW WHEN I WOKE UP PLS I WASNT PLANNING TO POST TWICE TODAY BUT I JUST HAD TO ANSWER TO THIS AGAD PUTA 💀 alrighty bestie heres a lil filthy drabble for ya horknee hourzz
Your saliva fell down your chin in sticky waterfalls in the same way tears were rapidly racing down your cheeks. Your eyeliner’s smudged, your mascara’s ruined. You could taste yourself on the barrel of the gun currently shoved down your mouth.
Prior to this, he’d been teasing you with his mouth while his fingers impaled you until you came once… twice… then thrice… and you lost count. Just when you thought he was done, leaving your naked form bound on the bed, extra sensitive and shaking all over, he came back with a surprise for you. He’s not letting you rest, that’s for sure.
You know the safety is on; you trust him with your life, yet the thought of him using a weapon for your pleasure amplifies the sensations hitting your nerves and therefore blinding you with both excitement and ecstasy.
You whimpered as Crispin traced the icy metal tip of his gun down your stomach, flicking the tip against your sensitive bud and collecting the dribbling wetness.
“Cris…” your back arched as he poked your entrance with the tip of his gun. “Cris, please…”
Crispin pulled his gun away, pinning it by your head and harshly grabbing your chin so you’d meet his fiery gaze. “Say it again.” His eyes are clouded over with both awe and lust at your fucked out state. “What you called me earlier—say it again.”
“P-Pretty boy...”
“Again.”
“‘M pretty boy…”
Crispin groaned, finally unzipping his pants. He was so hard, he’s sure his cock is all red by now. He lines his tip by your entrance, sinking himself in inch by inch. “Fuck, sweetheart.” You gasped when he threw the gun on the bedside table, the clattering of items startling you, making you involuntarily clench around Crispin’s throbbing length. “Shit, fuck…” he panted, the sensitivity of his neglected cock hitting him all at once. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin ya, baby.”
I’m babysitting my mom’s friend’s cat for 2 days… it was sleeping on me when i got the idea
sorry it's kinda short :p
Maliksi never thought he’d be jealous over a pet.
A. Fucking. Pet.
The one he bought specifically for you because you can get lonely in a big apartment, all alone and Maliksi gets home late a lot because he’s been drag racing lately and has responsibilities as the prince of the Tikbalang. Said pet is cuddled to you right now, asleep, as you were also asleep.
After a long day of whatever he was doing, Maliksi only wanted some alone time with you. But with your beloved dog cuddled up to you, he couldn’t. Not when there’s no more space on the couch for him. Huffing, he slowly moved the dog off you and put them on the floor. Taking you into his arms and carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.
He may be jealous of you dog but he knows how much you love them and that’s all he ever needs.
Description: Please enjoy this little fic I’ve prepared for you all :)
The early morning light shone through the curtains of you and your husband’s shared bedroom. Today happened to be a special day and you’ve decided to wake up before he had the chance, rolling over to your side to check if he was still asleep, your prediction was correct and that he was still sleeping like a log, the covers drawn over to his head to block the early morning light. Smiling to yourself, you quietly got yourself out of the bed before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.
You’ve been married to your husband for at least 5 or more years now and in those years, both of you were happy and content with how your life is with him. Both you and he had stable jobs that paid well and both of you never argued, yes even during the times you were both dating or the times you and he were friends, it was always perfect. Humming to yourself, you then went over to the radio to listen to the morning news, preparing your special breakfast for your beloved. As your thoughts began to travel back to the time you had gotten married down to the little moments you shared with him.
TRESE CHARACTERS AS CRACK SCENARIOS FROM MY HIGHSCHOOL DAYS
gosh, i miss those times,, anyways onto the hcs! and not me with my blatant favoritism of the kambal and maliksi hehheheheh
Before flag ceremonies (this varies from school to school, but ours has flag ceremonies EVERYDAY before going to class) there would be students hanging out on the hallways, doing homework they haven't done the night before
• Basilio and Crispin would definitely copy off their Ate Alex, and if that fails, they find someone else (usually ends up in bribing Tapia).
• Maliksi does this too, often bullying the twins for homework answers.
• Hannah and Amie, on times they went to school hungover from a party and didn't have time or remember there's homework (they copy off the twins)
The "cuttingeros" are the ones that ditches classes everytime the teacher steps out the room. Deadass can be found anywhere, the bathrooms, back of the school, near the gates, the craziest even trying to CLIMB the walls from the inside to get out for my filipino peeps, i think there's a vine about it,, idk
• Maliksi and Basilio. The latter often drags Crispin into ditching class, but their bickering is so loud, Tapia found them arguing by the school walls with Maliksi already gone over the wall.
I'm sure those in the "Cream of the Crop" (Top 10 or 15) like me have heard this line a million times: "Pahiram/Patingin ng gawa mo, hindi ako mangongopya, kukuha lang ako ng idea" can I borrow/see your work, I won't copy it, I'm just gonna get some ideas, and most of the time, they PLAGIARISE the damn thing like,,,, dude,,,,,
• Alex,,, poor, poor Alex,,,, she has to endure her brothers' insisting that they'll just "get some ideas" and it ends up copying her work. They get a bonk on the head each though. the kambal never learned their lesson
• Dominic too, but no one dares to try and approach him since one glare can send anyone backing off.
• Both Tapia and Hank uses the "wala akong assignment" I don't have [the] assignment excuse, but no one buys it.
• Guerrero and The Manananggal Lady i forgot her name :(( ignores the others,, king and queen shit right there
• Maliksi is the type to ditch class but still retains his high grades how he does that is beyond everyone's knowledge and he uses this to his advantage.
Dear god. I miss this. The "jamming session" everytime the teacher has a meeting or leaves the classroom. There's the one with the guitar sometimes there are two, one with the boom box thing the one where you sit on it and you tap the slanted side and it makes a booming sound idk, or if there's none, they improvise and use the tables instead heheheh; there are people singing and it doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, they're having fun this is one of my favorite memories man,, I miss this
• I feel like Basilio and Crispin are good with the guitar, and are hella good singers too.
• The one with the boom box, or usually table is Maliksi, feeling the beat and probably breaking it in the process.
• Hannah and Amie join in, sometimes even recording the entire thing.
• The rest either just sleeps, or simply listens and basks in the vibe, sometimes singing along.
The "Floor Wax, Basahan rag, Walis Tingting outdoor broom i forgot what it's called, sako sack, and other cleaning supplies" gang when they're failing grades. I don't know if they still enforce this in other junior high schools, but that's what happens in ours
• Basilio and Crispin (they failed that one test so they have to).
• Amie she failed science
We all know the people who tell the teachers, "Pupunta po kami sa banyo" we're going to the restroom, and then comes back with a FUCKING SNACK. IS THERE SOMEONE SELLING TURON a sweet fried wrapped banana snack in the Philippines IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM????
• Hannah and Amie. That's it that's the headcanon
• On rare occasions, Alex does this too, except she's more discreet and buys candies instead
• There's this one time Hank bless his soul buys a literal cup of noodles because Basilio ate his lunch
so yeah, i got more,,, might post a part 2!! send your own highschool experiences too if you'd like!
I think it’s time for me to bring in my Trese oc, Kasimira! People back at the Diabolical server know about her and @uragonesa ’s mun and I have this weird au for Talagbusao and somehow our own expanded lore for our ocs lmao but anyways
Meet Kasimira!
Just a small note, the names for her sisters came from @thera-daydreams !
Basically, Kasimira was born out of my joke title as you all can see on my blog
🌸[1] 🌸 [2] 🌸 [3]🌸
Name: Kasimira (Last Name Unknown)
Age: Her real age is unknown but she looks like she’s around her early 20s
Gender: Female
Race: Aswang
Relatives: Ursule and Viatrix (older sisters)
Birthday: January 23rd
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Alias: Amira (nickname given to her by her sisters and occasionally, Dominic), Kas
Background: Not much is known about Kasimira aside from the fact that she is the youngest out of the triplets between Viatrix and Ursule and that the three of them are close. Although most members of the Aswang tribes know her older sisters as their crowned Prince’s personal bodyguards, Kasimira is known to be his one and only Emissary and that out of all three sisters, she is known to be his close confidant save for his sister, Regina, the Queen of the Manananggals.
Ironically, Kasimira is the only one in the triplets who don’t consume as much human meat as her sisters do, she claims that certain human meats tend to make sick and often stick with animal meat instead. Perhaps this had something to do during the time all three were conceived.
After the events that transpired during Alexandra Trese’s Balete Tree trials, Kasimira went under the radar and was never to be seen again. Some assumed that after the deaths of her hitmen and the presumed deaths of her sisters and friend, Kasimira had gone rogue and went off to distance herself from the Aswang tribes and some even thought that she was on the search for her sisters or anyone who had survived the event to look for answers.
She was last seen posing as a UP Diliman student and her current whereabouts are unknown.
Personality: Out of all three sisters, Kasimira is the more laid-back, loyal, affectionate, and bubbly one who always wore a smile. Due to this, most of the lower branches of the Aswang clans tend to underestimate her but like all fair maidens, Kasimira is just more than that. Kasimira is noted to be the adroit one out of all three and is a highly skilled tracker with a keen mind and senses sharper out of all three combined. Kasimira is also known to be playful, steadfast, opinionated, resilient, and jovial but is noted to be the shy one with a strong head on her shoulders. Between the triplets, Kasimira’s the one with the impeccable charm who is very light on her feet, movements full of grace and style.
Since she is Dominic’s Emissary and the leader of his team of hitmen, Kasimira is also candid, sagacious, concillatory, and diligent but when angered, her warm and courteous personality fades into an acerbic, coarse, and nearly malicious despite her calm tone and cold gaze. It was once noted that once Kasimira reaches her boiling point she will not hesitate to take matters into her own hands and is also known to be very destructive, erratic, and have almost sadistic tendencies especially when it came down to taking down targets who dared to go against Dominic and Regina. Kasimira tends to be enigmatic who kept her secrets and thoughts close to her heart out of fear of being judged, manipulative and sly. Dominic even notes that once Kasimira is focused and steady with kills that can be excused as nothing but a freak accident.
Aside from all of this, Kasimira is also an art enthusiast, especially towards fashion and make-up. She also enjoys reading as another hobby of hers and is very talented in singing which she uses to her advantage during her assassination missions. She’s also well versed in herbs and flowers and is seen having flowers in her fair hair and happens to be a very skilled healer.
Kasimira is the only one who has the privilege to call Dominic her Kuya due to the nature of their sibling-like relationship behind the public eye of Manila’s Underworld.
Current Location: Pasig City, Ortigas (The Grove by Rockwell)
i would like to mention @uragonesa 's mun for shipping my OC with Dominic.
Now i cannot stop thinking abt them and i have this plot in my head but I can't write it down bc i an too overwhelmed abt how adorable the two are.
also, an idea where they got married and the aswang killings in Elena's province stopped bc Dominic said so.
they're just too cute imma do hcs right now.
• the two would act like they still hate each other after the events in "I Love You... Not!" but behind closed doors, they're big softies for each other.
• Elena kept their relationship from her parents bc her dad WOULD FLIPP THE EFF OUT bc WHY AN ASWANG ELENA???
• braided hair for Dominic for days and the twins would make fun of him
• lullabies at night, singing in acapella when they slow dance
• Elena is the only thing that would calm Dominic's hot headed ass... like fr.
• Dominic is also the only person who can tolerate Elena's stubbornness, and vice versa
(no title; not because I can't think of one, but mostly because I want it to be vague mweheheheh)
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SERIES: Trese
CHARACTERS: Basilio, Crispin, Hannah, Amie
WARNINGS: idk,, angst?? hehehehe and big grammar errors haven’t had the time to proofread so i apologize for that :(((
AUTHOR’S NOTE: yung kaninang post about me loving Ben&Ben? Foreshadowing mga baby, kasi ilalagay ko dito yung favorite songs ko mwehehehehheh please support the band!! and TRESE PLEASE WATCH IT
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"Para sa 'yo," With a curious expression, you turned your gaze to the tall male sitting beside you. The latter took this moment to continue his question.
"Ano ang pag-ibig?"
As if on cue, the playlist on your phone immediately played Ben&Ben's Pagtingin. Your eyes flashed with a gleam of utter joy, as it is one of your favorite songs. You hummed along to the tune, ignorant to the soft look your companion is giving you.
"Bakit mo ako natanong?" you laughed, and the male sworn his heart was thrown to the skies. "I should be the last person you should asking me this."
Gusto ko lang malaman, he thought. Is it bad to know something of you, kahit na alam kong hindi ko makamit?
He shrugged as he sipped on his own drink, "Sagutin mo na." You smiled at him again, and turned away, sipping on your drink. He convinced himself that he did not turn red at the sight of your smile. Not at all.
"Disclaimer, not everyone has known the general consensus of this particular emotion," you waved your finger around, narrowly hitting his ear, getting a half-hearted glare your way. "So take my words with a grain of salt kasi half-drunk ako at hindi ko na alam yung pinag-tatalak ko, yes?"
No, He wanted to say. Kahit sinungaling pa 'yan, basta galing sa iyo, paniniwalaan ko. He internally cringed at the unintentional reference from a certain novel. He nods, still admiring your visage.
"Love is usually addressed as an emotion na kabilang sa feelings ng adoration, admiration, the good stuff," you lean forward with your elbows settling on your thighs as the song plays in the background. "But for some reason, hindi siya the same as the latter ones; or rather, it's just something more powerful, more undescribable."
You droned on, as you heard the speakers now play Araw-Araw from the same band. You close your eyes, and you looked so relaxed, he almost thought you fell asleep under the spell from the 2 (and a half) bottles of beer you've downed in a single hour.
"Anyway, love is two-faced," you started again, opening your eyes once more to stare into the distance. "One half a beautiful, tender feeling of euphoric bliss," you held up a one-peso coin, flashing him the front part, where he could see Rizal's side frame. "And the other," you paused to flick the coin to the 'tails' side only using two of your dainty fingers. "A horrible, excrutiating pain only instilled within one's soul with an agony so immense, it can't be named."
"And whether it be in the romantic, platonic, or familial sense," you paused, playing with the silver coin. "The idea of love being two-faced still stands. One cannot exist without the other."
Flicking the coin, letting it spin in the air, and then dropping onto your palm, and encasing it in a fist. He wondered what could his ears hear next.
"You surely don't hear love stories without pain, nor hear one that ran smoothly without bumps. It has always been like this, in life too. In every aspect you could name, there's a looming realization that shit isn't all that simple. So is Love."
A sigh escapes your lips. His eyes watch, transfixed.
"Eros and Psyche. Medea and Jason. Daragang Magayon and Ulap. Crisostomo Ibarra and Maria Clara. You heard?"
He nods.
"It's that inconsistent and rocky, not knowing what to expect and where tragedy would hit, but," you smile, turning lazily to him, your eyes half-lidded. "It's a beautiful concept all on its own."
You drank the rest of your drink, the sheen on your lips looks so enticing and alluring to him. He wondered if it feels soft as it looks.
"...Grabe ka pala mag-english kapag lasing." He teased, relishing your pout and the obvious strain of your hand wanting to smack the smug look off his stupidly handsome face.
"Tangina ka, ikaw nagtanong eh." He lets out a booming laugh, with your pout only worsening, but soon after, an amused smile pulls at the edge of your lips.
Silence ensues. Then, he turns to her, about to say something when the song slowly faded into nothingness, and then, Lifetime by Ben&Ben comes on.
"Oy, (Y/n)! Basilio!"
Ah, the
irony. He thought, resisting the urge to groan. Tamang-tama ang timing ng song. He gulped down a glass of beer, ignoring the twinge of pain in his chest.
The two turn to see Crispin with a couple of drinks in his arms, along with a plethora of pulutan to snack on, with the two wind girls just behind him. Basilio watched as her eyes lit up at the sight of him, his brother, approaching the table.
"Sa sobrang tagal niyo, nagkaroon kami ng philosophical conversation," Basilio said nonchalantly, waving at the two females before uncapping a new bottle for himself. He turned to you, and internally regretting it as the squeezing in his chest only grew.
You leaned against Crispin, the latter trying not to spill beer over your drunken, clingy self trying to give him a hug. He felt a hand on his shoulder, facing one of the girls, Amie, giving him a sympathetic glance before going off and chatting with the other female.
The lines of the song swam through his ears once more, the meaning behind it even more devastating.
Tangled with another's eyes; nevermind, you were never mine.
So, I did something. Many of us in the Diabolical discord server that was set up by @y0shitan have created wonderful Trese OCs (and mind you, super dami na haha!) so I decided na why not draw them?
So here's batch one 💕
right side, from the bottom: Maria (Dom's daughter), Joy (Puti's daughter), and Elena (my aswang killing OC)
left side, from the bottom: Lila (Mal's daughter), Rowena (Basilio's daughter), and Urduja (@uragonesa mwehe)
disclaimer (i dunno just a ps): Maria, Lila, Joy, and Rowena are @y0shitan 's and it might be proper to let them introduce these wonderful girls to the Trese fandom properly. I'm just a big ass fangirl of these girls and I really appreciate the fandom's wonderful imagination and creativity. 🥰
tsaka may batch 2 pa. andami super haha may boys pa yan.
