#Fic: Sampaguita

[hisui-dreamer]

hiii, congratulations on hitting 2k followers!! im super happy that you hit a really big milestone 💕💕 your writing is just so heartfelt and tender i love seeing ur posts float across my dash aa!!

for your bloom event, can i request jamil + sampaguita (apparently the origin of the flower's name loosely translates into "i promise you" and sometimes, garlands of sampaguita flowers are given to bestow honor on the recipient)

please tag me @/diodellet too, thank you! i hope you have a wonderful dayy💕💕

feverish promises

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: jamil may be busy, but he'll always have time to care for you

Tags: sickfic, fever caretaking, reader is sick, jamil has responsibilities, food, fluff

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: thank you for requesting @diodellet!! im so so honoured you like my writing 🥹💕💕 i hope you'll enjoy the fic!!

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flower of choice: sampaguita

sampaguita gets its name from the Filipino words “sumpa” and “kita” which means “I promise you”

Jamil couldn't help but feel a sense of worry gnawing at the edges of his mind as he made his way towards Ramshackle. He had heard from Grim how his “henchman got super sick and is stuck in bed” and how your forehead was “so scorching hot it burned his paws”. Even though he already had his hands full with taking care of Kalim, Jamil just couldn't shake the desire to check on you.

So, there he was, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and a carefully prepared meal in the other, standing outside your room.

Knocking gently on the door, Jamil waited for your response, his heart pounding in anticipation. "It's me, Jamil," he called out softly, straining to hear your muffled reply from behind the door.

The door creaked open, revealing the slightly messy room, Jamil couldn't help but notice the scattered belongings and the disarray that hinted at your weakened state. He supposed that you wouldn't have the energy to keep everything clean in your condition.

Your pale face flushed with fever as you looked up at him with bleary eyes, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "Jamil, is that really you? I’m not dreaming or anything, right?" you murmured, your voice hoarse and weak. "I'm so glad you're here."

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him as he approached your bedside. "Yes, it's me. I brought you something," Jamil said gently.

With a tender smile, he arranged the bouquet of flowers and the neatly prepared meal on the bedside table, ensuring they were within your reach. "I thought you might like these," he said softly, his eyes warm with affection as he observed your reaction.

"These are so pretty!" you exclaimed, sitting up slightly to appreciate the delicate blooms. "And they smell lovely too."

"They're sampaguita," he explained, his tone gentle. "I heard its scent can be relaxing."

"That's so sweet of you, Jamil! Thank you," you replied as you reached out to touch the delicate petals.

“So, how are you feeling?" Jamil asked, his concern evident in his voice.

You let out a tired sigh at the reminder of your condition. "Terrible," you admitted, your words slurring slightly. "My body aches, my head is pounding, and I can't seem to gather my thoughts... But having you here makes me feel a bit better."

He frowned, feeling a pang of guilt at your words. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way," Jamil said softly.

The food container at the bedside table caught your gaze. "What's this?"

Jamil found himself flustered by your question, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he awkwardly explained, "I made some chicken soup for you… It's what I always have when I'm feeling sick."

Unable to wait a moment longer, you lifted the lid of the container, the aroma of the steaming chicken soup wafted through the air. It carried hints of savory chicken broth, rich and aromatic, mingling with the subtle notes of fresh herbs and spices. Jamil watched anxiously as you took a hesitant sip, his heart pounding in anticipation of your reaction.

To his relief, a bright smile spread across your lips as you savored the soup. The broth was warm and comforting, infused with the earthy flavors of carrots, celery, and onions. Each mouthful was a burst of savory goodness, the chicken tender and succulent, its juices mingling with the fragrant broth to create a symphony of flavors on your palate. "This is delicious, Jamil!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with appreciation. "It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had!"

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, a warmth blooming in his chest at your praise. "I'm glad you liked it."

You sighed contentedly, murmuring, “It’d be so nice if I could have your cooking for the rest of my life…”

Jamil couldn't help but be taken aback by your sudden proclamation. This was... unusual. You were always so calm and considerate towards him, never pushing his boundaries or reluctant to bother him. Is the fever messing with your brain-to-mouth filter? He couldn't deny he had always hoped you would be more vocal and honest with your feelings.

Unable to resist the urge to probe further, Jamil ventured cautiously, "You really mean that?"

You nodded earnestly, your eyes locking with his in a rare moment of unguarded honesty. "Absolutely! Your cooking is incredible, Jamil. I can't imagine ever getting tired of it."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jamil's lips as he absorbed your words. The idea of spending the rest of his life with you... It wasn’t bad at all.

"Thank you," he said softly, a hint of gratitude in his voice. "I'll make sure to cook for you whenever you need it."

As you slowly finished the last spoonfuls of the delicious soup, the conversation between you and Jamil flowed effortlessly. He shared snippets of his day, recounting the various tasks and events he had attended to. But as the evening wore on and the weariness of the day began to take its toll, you felt a heavy weight settling over your eyelids. Despite your efforts to stay awake, a yawn escaped your lips, betraying your exhaustion.

Jamil watched you with a gentle expression, his heart feeling strangely full at the sight of you finding comfort in his presence. He reached out a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a tender gesture that sent a shiver of comfort down your spine.

Sensing that it was time to leave you to rest, Jamil started to rise from his chair. But before he could take a step, you reached out and caught his hand in yours, your grip surprisingly strong despite your weakened state.

"Don't go yet," you murmured, your voice soft and pleading. "Stay with me a little longer."

Turning back to you, he was met with the sight of your earnest gaze, filled with a vulnerability that tugged at his soul. Your eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, held a silent plea, begging for his presence to chase away the shadows that clouded your weary mind.

"I’ll be back as soon as you’re awake," he reassured you, trying to pry his sleeve free from your grasp. "You can text me anytime, right?"

But you wouldn't let go, your grip tightening as you pulled him closer. "Don't leave me," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of fear and longing. "I'll miss you."

Jamil's heart clenched at your words, torn between the pressing weight of his unfinished tasks and the overwhelming desire to fulfill your heartfelt request. In that moment, you looked so utterly lovable, with your tousled hair framing your face and your lips forming a hopeful curve. He knew he couldn't stay by your side forever, but in this moment, all he wanted was to ease your suffering and soothe your fears.

You pulled his hand towards your cheek, nuzzling into it's warmth as if seeking solace. Your touch sent a shiver down his spine, stirring emotions he had long suppressed.  "You need to promise me," you said softly, your breath dancing across his skin. "Promise you'll never leave me."

Jamil hesitated, feeling the weight of your words pressing down on him. How could Jamil make such a promise when he was bound by his duty? And yet, as he looked into your eyes, filled with unspoken longing and hope, he knew he couldn't deny you anything.

"Alright. I promise," Jamil said finally, his voice barely a whisper.

A sense of resignation washed over him as he uttered those words, giving in to the depths of his feelings for you. And as you smiled up at him, a sense of peace settled over him, knowing deep down that he would do anything to keep you safe and by his side, for now and for all eternity.

"Forever and ever?"

He smiled. “Forever and ever.”

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

First off, love your writing, IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS😭😭 but…

Can we please get more of yandre emo boy Ashton I JUST READ IT AND IM DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING GIGGLING AMD KICKING MY FEET😭🧎‍♀️🤪🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

THANK YOU❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

(If not that’s okay, ignore this bae🫶)

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

Ayo, thank you for the compliment! I'm glad my writings made you feel things (I don't know what though LMAO)

Actually, I'm not planning to follow up Ashton, but hey, at least it would break my writer's block (lol it's just laziness) so here ya go!

Sorry that it took days though 😔

FOR THIS ONE, I RECOMMEND READING THE FIC FIRST BEFORE THE DRABBLE (this one).

Read the yandere emo fic here!

💌Little Ashton was misunderstood a lot as a child. He never really liked the same things the other children liked, and he had this morbid curiosity with death and occult.

💌Of course, this undoubtedly scared his family, making him out to be some sort of psychopath.

💌This irked Ashton of course. He's just... That. He still loves his parents, and nothing would change that.

💌But the fact that they're so conservative that it's actually bringing Ashton down is what drove him over the edge to find a school far, far away from his family.

💌A small, quaint town, yet filled with teenagers. It was kind of a nightmare when Ashton found out, but he gritted his teeth and thought that maybe, with the current years, maybe they won't judge him. Maybe.

💌So, he indulged more in his Emo lifestyle. He religiously listened to green day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance...

💌He even got into writing poems as a way to put out his feelings that he never got to tell other people.

💌 He's actually very sensitive with emotions and feelings. So technically, he should be a great friend candidate, right?

💌But once he got into the school year, that's when he knew, that his life would be living hell. Stereotypes left and right. Mean cheerleaders and jocks that ostracized his choice of clothing, snobby rich students that turn their noses on him just because he's not that rich, geeks and nerds that keeps getting in his way, thinking he's one of them.

💌"Fuck. Get me out of here. Nobody understands me."

💌He didn't realize himself, but he's also slowly being a stereotype. Always alone, writing poems, and being unnecessarily nihilistic.

💌Until of course, one day, you transfered. You, your pink rover, and your slutty little outfit.

💌God, just looking at you and your charming personality made Ashton hard fall for you.

💌He wants you. So bad.

💌So he dabbled back into the occults. He found an old book in an abandoned "witch's hut" that he went on a mad hunt for weeks. Apparently, the witch that lived there was a matchmaker witch, who gave love potions to those really desperate.

💌At first, Ashton didn't believe it. Especially that it involves sampaguita, a flower not native to his town. How did the witch even get the flowers?

💌But there he was, mixing and creating the potion under the moonlight and putting your hair and his in the pot. Creating a love potion that smelled like the sampaguitas he had to smuggle in.

💌He wrote you letters everyday, obsessing and hyper fixating on your allure and beauty. Confessing over and over again on paper that looks old and aged with writing that looks like it came from a fountain pen. With a spritz of the love potion, he would put it in your locker.

💌God, who knew that it would work?

💌Day by day, he watched you read the letters. At first, you were disgusted (much to his dismay) but slowly, you started to read the letters with a neutral face, then a smile, then with a squeal and then a desperate plea for him to come and fuck you already.

💌Maybe putting his... Semen on your love potion got you desperate for him carnally, rather than romantically.

💌But no fretting, he would just make you fall for him.

💌And as you moan and scream out his name as he pounds into your tight hole like the feral, fuck machine he is,

💌He was pleading to the moon to see his bleeding heart and bare soul to make you his.

💌And if the moon won't allow it,

💌Well, it's nothing more love potions won't do.

💌"my beloved, why don't you drink this sweet tea I made? Why is it pink and smells floral? It's a new tea from Japan. Sakura, from what I know. It's glowing? Nonsense, love. It's probably just the lighting."

💌"Now drink up, don't let a drop go to waste."

[prongsie-kins]

part two of when i met you

this is a filo!james au revolving around james potter courting regulus black in a semi-traditional way

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language and not the type that this would be beautifully written but there might be some grammatical error i didn't notice while editing. also keep in mind that this is my first multichapter fic and im still trying to improve my writing

translations at the bottom

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without even knowing what love and life were all about

James didn't stop. Regulus doesn't think he plans to. Wherever he's going, James is just suddenly there. Pestering him. He didn't know how he always found him. Even in a hidden alcove that he thinks it was only him who knows about it then suddenly there's James. Writing his essay.

He even got the nerve to look surprised. "Wow Reg, didn't know you would be finding me here."

"You're getting suspicious." Regulus crossed his arms.

"Maybe I just wanted your attention." James cocks his head to the side and leaned back to the wall. "You know, you are not easy to erase from my mind. Just—tila ako'y nahulog sa mala bituin mong ganda."

Regulus just gave that baffled look, obviously not understanding a word he said. But that didn't stop him from replying. "I wasn't aware that you still have a brain."

"Hey!"

"Seriously," James snorted. "What do you want?"

"I already told you, liligawan kita."

"You think you're high and mighty 'cause I don't understand what you're saying?"

"Oh, I'm loving it."

"Va te faire foutre!"

—

"What does 'liligawan kita' means, Sirius?" Regulus asks his brother, hesitantly. Surely he knows some Filipino phrases since he lives with the Potters now. He didn't expect his already pale face to go paler.

"Did James tell you that?"

"He kept repeating it when I asked him what his pestering means," Regulus shrugs. Sirius temper is boiling now. That doesn't sound good.

"It's what Monty did to Effie," Sirius trails off. "Did he really say 'ligaw' to you?"

"That's how I learned to pronounce it correctly," Regulus deadpans.

"It means 'pissing you off'." Sirius' tone is biting now. "Excuse me for a moment. I need to find James."

He didn't even wait for Regulus' reply. He just marched away. That surely is an odd reaction. Does it really mean that? Was he really just pissing Regulus off?

Regulus didn't have to wait for an answer. James came barrelling to him as if he were being chased. "Hi Reg, let's head to the library?"

"You know I could tell Sirius where you are, don't you?"

"It's not as if you have a way to communicate this far to each other," James smirks. He grabbed Regulus' wrist and pulled him to the hall.

He did not, in fact, go to the library. They went to the greenhouse instead.

"This seems too peaceful to piss me off, Potter."

"I just have to show you something." He seems to be finding something. "Here!" He gestured at a chain of flowers that were pure white, small, dainty, star-shaped blossoms with a very heady scent.

This was the first time he saw a flower like that. It smells really good. "What's it called?"

"Sampaguita," James said, with a smile blooming on his face. "It symbolizes purity and fidelity. It's from back home—like in the Philippines. They usually use those flowers for saints."

"And you're showing me this...?" Regulus trails off, asking.

"You look quite like a saint." Regulus never expected a compliment. Especially from James who suddenly vowed he would piss him off. This is clearly not pissing Regulus off. Quite the opposite, really. He knew James could be a charmer but he didn't see himself on the receiving point. "I want you to keep it," James continues, not letting Regulus think of a reply to the compliment.

"How are you so sure I can take care of it?"

"Because I can't. Just keep it. It's charmed so that it doesn't wither as long as its owner is in lo..." James trailed off so quietly he didn't hear the last word.

"Um, okay. How can I trust you it's not a prank?" Regulus asks, skeptical.

"Trust me." He's not even hinting that it's a joke.

"If this turns out to be a prank I would ask Sirius to kill you in your sleep or I could kill you myself."

"Then I'll gladly die if it's you I would see last."

—

If James is thinking that compliments and flirting gestures would piss him off then he's not thought of that well. Regulus came to the dorm, the Sampaguita chain practically wrapped around his wrist

"Wicked smell! Is that a new weed?" Barty asked.

"No."

"What? You're making this dorm a mini Hufflepuff common room, is that it?"

"It's just a flower chain and I'm not." Regulus places the flower on his desk. "James gave it to me. Said he can't take care of it."

"Seems to me, he's giving that to you as a gift."

"He's trying to piss me off. This is probably a prank."

"Then why was it wrapped around your dainty little wrist like it's very dear to you?"

"Who knows what would happen if I ruined it? Drop it, Barty. I do not have a romantic relationship with James."

"I didn't say you have a relationship with 'James'," Barty quotes. "Since when were you on a first-name basis?"

"We're not. Merlin, stop being nosy."

"I hope you know what you're getting into," Pandora said suddenly. Since when was she in here?

"Have you been here all this time?" Regulus asks.

"You're too busy gawking at the flower James gave you." Pandora walks towards him and gently grabs his arm where the Sampaguita wraps snugly. "This is interesting. It smells lovely. Is this Sampaguita?"

"How do you know that?"

"You can't forget a flower that smells as good as this. Lily gave me a chain of this flower after her vacation." She delicately touched the flowers. "James is really sweet giving you this. Are you sure it's his motives?"

"Why would he give me flowers if not annoy me? That would probably do something in my sleep."

"I'd love to die with that scent," Pandora commented. "Seriously Reg, Are you certain about his motives? It's unusual that he gives flowers to someone he doesn't fancy."

"It's not just a flower. It's a whole fucking chain," Barty adds.

"Would you two just stop."

"Just saying," Barty teases. "You sure he doesn't fancy you."

"No." If his face is red, no one's going to dare to point it out.

———

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"tila ako'y nahulog sa mala bituin mong ganda" - seems like i fell for your star-like beauty

"liligawan kita" - i'll court you

"Va te faire foutre" - go fuck yourself

[crystallizsch]

THIS JAMIL FIC JUST SHOWED UP IN MY DASH JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO RAMBLE ABOUT THIS HLEP I'M CRYING

ANYWAYS i am still embarassed about this omg🧍so I'm gonna ramble instead about my deliberate use of white flowers (jasmines/sampaguita) + a silly headcanon between yuusha and jamil

i looked up its general symbolism but there's so many different ones that showed up. but the most common that showed up was purity (and maybe devotion).

in the philippines, i knew "jasmines" as "sampaguita" which its name is apparently derived from "sumpa kita" which means "i promise you"

but growing up i know the word "sumpa" to mean "curse" so it wasn't a very "awww" moment when i found it out.

and i have NEVER heard "sumpa" being used in a positive context as "promise" but i guess TECHNICALLY it's not a wrong way to use it either??? 😭

so in this context i guess "sumpa" is more akin to "i promise/devote myself to you"

ANYWAYS jasmines also show up in the scalding sands event as some kind of symbol of love(???) based on their legends.

and funnily enough it's also the national flower of the philippines so when i found out its english name i was like

it's,, it's one thing jamil and yuusha's respective homes have in common,,,,,,,

i doubt it's one-to-one the same flower BUT the similiarites were enough for me to just go and be very not normal about it.

first of all, for more context ;;;

from my personal experience growing up in the philippines, i didn't really see sampaguita as some kind of symbol of love or anything special since these flowers are pretty common. like you just find them at the side of the streets in bushes, easy picking.

BUT i think they were important too since they were sometimes used made into garlands as decorations or offerings in churches.

they also smell good enough that i remember they were used for air fresheners in cars (at least until they dry up and die).

and since they're readily available, i used to play around with them making bracelets, necklaces, or flower crowns (and at one point i was also told they were edible and were used for healing properties so uh. i tried them) (i mean i was still physically fine after that so uhm yeah)

OKAY SO HEADCANON TIME

jamil would give yuusha these flowers as a gift since it's a symbol of love based on the legends he knows.

so when she receives these flowers from him, they're both on completely different wavelengths about what it means.

for jamil it's a very intimate gesture but for yuu she saw this as some kind of friendly housewarming gift (this is pre alab nariya so this is before she found out what the jasmines actually meant)

while it's a pretty comforting reminder of her home, yuu is only like "cool thanks this smells good I'll try to keep it alive for as long as i can" (she doesn't know how to take care of them)

and then yadda yadda she founds out later during the alab nariya event

(then in the future they decide to name their child "jasmine" hgndhfksdj)

uh hi. meet jas(mine)???

[mauserfrau]

Chapters: 11/20 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso/Original Character(s) Characters: Troy Calypso, Tyreen Calypso, Original Characters Additional Tags: dead dove do not eat, additional tags on Ao3 due to NSFW Summary:

Tyreen and Troy take one last shot at making a name for themselves on ordinary people’s terms, so much as anybody on Pandora qualifies as ‘ordinary’.  Slight setback: Tyreen’s not getting enough of anything she needs.  Oh, and it’s raining.

Basically, the 70’s-style exploitation movie staring the Calypso Twins that you never wanted.

Part of Grimeverse and the true sequel to Satellite, but exists on its own terms.  Please bend, fold and read the tags. 

9/21/2021: And we've crossed the halfway point (I think). Today's installment is best not enjoyed with food.  It also involves a six-way argument that I am weirdly proud of.  

[atutsie]

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[adler-hawkeye]

it’s meme time!

YO YO YO what is upppp my friends? got a bit (quite a lot, actually) of time in my hands right now so i decided to do the thing! was tagged by the incredible @francesca-wayland​ and @elinorx​ which r two of my fave fic writers tbh i have no idea why we’re mutuals haha anyway here we go

Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!

1: Are you named after someone? Hm, up until now, I still don’t know why they named me Katrina Mae (ugh, super cringe-worthy). My father always says that they patterned my name after my sister’s nickname kee-em, which is like a stretched-out kim... which also sounds like K.M... so they just took those initials and searched for some names for girls? I was supposed to be named ‘Victor’, like my father ‘cause they wanted to have a boy (lol sorry to disappoint) (ultrasound scans were uber expensive in ‘96). They initially planned on naming me “Victoria” but for some reason that I can’t quite explain (haha it’s difficult to explain, really. a lot of it gets lost in translation so i’d rather not explain it here), they scrapped the idea. 

2: When was the last time you cried? The past few weeks have been very... let’s say, challenging for me. (Aside from the Sherlock episodes, lol) I’m currently taking a break from uni due to a lot of reasons... one is not being able to accomplish readmission on time and the other is because of more personal reasons. So, yeah. I’ve cried a lot for the past 4 weeks than I had the whole year (2016) that I’ve seriously lost count. [Just a while ago, I cried after watching Carrie Fisher on Ellen.]

3: Do you like your handwriting? Yes, actually! I only write in cursive that’s why my instructors always have a hard time whenever they check my lab reports. (sorry) There was one time I sprained my right hand after drawing and using spray paint for two straight days and I had to write my lab report asap. Since I can’t write with my left hand, I ended up writing one of the most illegible report for the synthesis of 2-naphthoxyacetic acid ever.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat? CHICKENNNNN. Or anything that’s in a stew. Beef stew, mostly (BULALO, oh my god. Nilagang Baka. I have no idea how to translate that in english but, man.)

5: Do you have kids? None at the moment. Would love to, someday. Not very keen on the baby-making process though...

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Yes. I love me, haha! Not quite sure if I’d be super approachable, tho.

7: Do you use sarcasm? YES

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yes? Why is this part of the questionnaire?

9: Would you bungee jump? Hm, no. Not really. But I’ll do it for cash.

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal? I have no idea if Koko Krunch is an international brand but... yep. I love Koko Krunch.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No, haha! But I always untie them before wearing =)

12: So you think you’re a strong person? I can’t pack a mean punch but I guess I’m okay. A friend of mine told me that she thinks I have a high EQ. So... yeah I guess I’m okay.

13: What is the first thing you notice about people? Their facial features and their hands. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the inner artist in me who’s always on the lookout for potential portrait models. This can also be the reason why I always draw Lara Pulver. That woman has one of the best facial features EVER.

14: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? Nothing, really? I just wish I was taller.

17: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? I’m in my bed so I’m wearing my green pajamas and no shoes.

19: What are you listening to right now? Keyboard typing sounds? And our dog barking.

20: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN

21: Favorite smell? Sampaguita! (Jasmine) and citrus-y fragrances.

22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My roommate.

23: Favorite sport to watch? Not really that into sports. My friends always played volleyball back in High School that’s why I was kinda forced into learning the game. I quite like watching it on TV.

24: Hair color? Black. V Black.

25: Eye color? Dark brown, it almost looks like it’s brown.

26: Do you wear contacts? No :( Contacts scare me for some reason.

27: Favourite food to eat? Anything with cheese, basically.

28: Scary movies or comedy? Comedy. Well-written ones like Edgar Wright’s.

29: Last movie you watched? Inception!

30: What color of shirt are you wearing? I’m wearing a plaid sleeveless thing.

31: Summer or winter? If you can make it snow in the equator, I’d pick winter. (Hehe, please don’t)

32: Hugs or kisses? Not very keen on either of the two but... hugs?

33: What book are you currently reading? I’m reading a lot of books right now (not simultaneously though, haha!). Current reads are 1984, The Graveyard Book, and Atonement.

34: Who do you miss right now? My friends at Uni.

35: What is on your mouse pad? Na-ah. No mouse pad.

36: what is the last tv program you watched? A local TV show about cops called “Probinsiyano”. My mama watches it and I was only there to mock the ridiculous and inappropriate panning/zoom-ins.

37: What is the best sound? Nature sounds?

38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? I quite like the Stones’ Sympathy for the Devil. But I know more Beatles songs than Stones, so I guess I’ll pick The Beatles.

39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? I haven’t left PH yet but the furthest I’ve been (in the North) is Alaminos and Batangas (in the South).

40: Do you have a special talent? I can draw??? Is that a special talent? Haha, but I think every one can draw if you just practice and practice and practice.

41: Where were you born? San Carlos City, Pangasinan, PH

OKAY! Tagging time! Tagging Ate Marmi @dimensionbitch (na feeling ko na-tag na ‘ko sa meme na ‘to dati?), @sorrowsflower, @of-dreamers-and-detectives, and @thank-you-for-being-with-me! Also anyone who wants to do this!

[thevampiremarie]

VISUAL GUIDE:

I wanted to provide some visuals of the aesthetic of this fic, so here you go! (Not my pictures/artwork)

The river Reader and her siblings live in (the Hinatuan Sacred River in Mindanao. This photo is not edited.):

Balete trees, where the red-skinned dryads (tahamaling) live:

Examples of Filipino traditional tattoos (batok), which Reader has, including a photo of one of our elders preserving this art, Apo Whang Od:

Bakunawa by Brian Valeza:

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Diyan Masalanta

Apolaki

Mayari:

Lakapati:

Photo of sampaguita flowers:

Magindara

When invaders threaten your home, life, and people, you, a sirena, strike a desperate bargain with Dream of the Endless to save them all.

Dream of the Endless x mermaid!reader, one shot (for now)

Tags: war, gore, torture, death/murder, mentions of SA, slavery, things that generally come with colonialism

Inspired by the episode “Jibaro” from the Netflix show Love Death + Robots. This one shot draws heavily from Filipino mythology, culture, and history. I ENCOURAGE and INVITE people who don’t come from a Filipino background to read this story and enjoy! There is so much beauty to be had in cultures of color, for everyone. Just as I have read many stories steeped in Greek, Celtic, Norse, medieval England, etc cultures, without coming from those backgrounds, I humbly ask you do the same and entertain this little fic. Thank you. I may write a follow up if there’s interest. Glossary at the end.

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From the banks of your river, you can hear the horses.

Metal plate clangs and screeches against itself, swords jostle in their sheaths, and shields bump where they rest on armored backs so loud that you want to scratch your sensitive ears out, just to make the sounds stop.

Your ates and kuyas hide deep below in the caverns known only to your kind. When you close your black eyes, you feel them tugging at the edges of your mind like little lights in the deep darkness of the sea. They believe that will be enough to save them.

Only you have braved the surface, because only you know what these strange men upon their strange beasts want.

They want the gold in the dark, fertile earth. You don’t understand why - it’s just shiny metal. Only the dwarves under the hills covet it. But the men who ravage your lands and your kin like wildfires, grasping everything and destroying it in the same breath, care very much. They want the never-dying orchids that line the banks and the brilliant emerald green vitality bursting from every leaf and vine that could keep a mortal alive for a thousand years. They want to feed their glory on your broken bodies. They want to take the people you protect for slaves, the women shamed and disgraced and the men subservient and humiliated.

You’ve seen it for yourself.

You’ve tasted the water of streams running red with blood, the iron like acid on your blue tongue.

You’ve swam farther and seen enough to make you hate. Families torn apart, children with their hair cut off and given names in an ugly language, forbidden to speak their own - the same language you speak. Fathers dragged onto large ships, larger than a butandíng, never to return. Altars burned. The men put your red sisters who live in the balete trees, their hair tangled with vines and lovely, fierce, flickering yellow eyes, to the flame. You witnessed their dying howls and curses for vengeance.

Some of the white-haired annani have already begun to clip their pointed ears, tear the crowns of flowers from their hair, and even cut out their tongues so as to lock away the magic these men desire, never to be spoken again. “There is no place for us,” Those tall, graceful elves told you. “We will be gone in a generation, by sword or by starvation.”

They’re coming.

The jungle is quiet as it has never been in a thousand years.

You could no more hide your tail, glittering blue and turquoise, with long, sweeping fins like ferns, than you could hide the long sweep of hair that reaches your waist, or the ink-black lines embedded on your skin, painting your face, your neck, and your arms with the story of your people and your home.

The calls that echoed from the depths of the river have stopped. It seems that your family has accepted that you won’t come back.

You look at your webbed hands, test your claws against your flesh. What is one magindara to a hundred conquistadors?

When the men spear you, they won’t just be slaughtering a mermaid. They’ll be killing the stories you keep. Centuries of stories. Countless names. Each pearl around your neck is a tribe, full of the old songs of grandmothers and the new rhymes of babies. You’re draped in thousands of shimmering strands of pearls.

You may not be the cleverest, or the most beautiful, or the one with the sweetest voice…

But you can be the bravest.

“Lord Morpheus,” You intone, frowning as the syllables ripple wrong and harsh from your throat.

You’ve never spoken to any of the gods beyond your islands before. “Dream of the Endless.” All you can do is hope and pray this one listens and comes to you in time. Will they be kind? Will it be merciful? Will he, or she, save your home?

Perhaps such a god does not exist at all, and you are praying to wind and sunlight, and soon your guts will color the cerulean water purple and black. The strange men will defile your body, no doubt. A week ago, you crawled from your river to cut down the corpse of a long-gone ate from a stake, jagged holes ripped into the tail of her corpse that made you vomit and her dead eyes full of pain.

Once you’d laid her to rest in the water, she dissolved into nothing. “Prince of Stories,” You sing. That is what faces everything you’ve ever loved if you fail.

“I beg you, save us. Save our stories, our dreams. We call for your aid.”

The men bark at each other. Any moment now, they’ll see you, your hands raised and your face tipped towards the heavens, inky flowers blooming on your forehead and cheeks and crocodile teeth tattooed on the sharp line of your jaw.

A new quiet falls over the world. Like nighttime, when things are resting, not dead.

You have called, and I answer.

A being stands on the banks of your river in the shape of a man. His hair is blacker than Bakunawa’s maw and his eyes are filled with gold and silver stars brighter than any you’ve seen before. His pale skin carries no markings.

He is as grotesquely, menacingly beautiful as the razor’s edge of shark teeth, as a great python curling in a tree, as an eagle with its claws stuck in the beating, bleeding heart of a monkey.

You feel the weight of his gaze on your brow heavier and hotter than the sun on the longest day of summer, burning out the truth in your heart. “I would bargain with you, Dream Lord. For my people, and my land, and my home, which I love more than my own life.”

What would you have me do? When Lord Morpheus speaks, his voice pours through your mind ringing like the purest, clearest freshwater.

The many jewels around your throat, pearls, sapphires, rubies, diamonds, plates of beaten gold, click as you swallow nervously.

The dream king stands so tall that he could touch the sky if he reached up. And he doesn’t look away or blink. You can’t read the inhuman planes of his face whatsoever, you can’t find any familiar sign in his long limbs that might bring comfort. For all you know, you’ve spelled your doom.

“Keep them alive. Keep our names and spirits alive. Bring our stories into your kingdom so that we won’t be forgotten. That is what the men want. They want to raze us to the ground and rebuild the world in their image but we will not go.” You pause. “We will never, ever go,” You growl, fierce and deadly, around a mouth full of fangs. In your words you pour the horrors you’ve seen, combined with the beauty surrounding the two of you.

The hot, muggy air, the warm rain, the scent of night-blooming jasmines. Orange mangoes, bursting with sweetness, bamboo sticks clacking as joyful youths dance in and out of them, laughing gaily. Rolling drums. Bright feathers tucked into black hair. A toddling child reaching out to her grandmother with a chubby-cheeked smile, pressing the back of the withered, ancient hand against her little forehead. Love, so much love.

I have not walked these lands before.

You found traces of Lord Morpheus scribbled in the margins of paper and in the back alleys of lost dreams. Your last and only hope.

When you went to Diyan Masalanta, she wept and showed how the soldiers bound her hands. When you cried out to her brother, Apolaki, the sun god called back and said the invaders took his shield.

Bathala is gone. Mayari is gone. Lakapati is dead. The conquistadors stripped her naked, cut her ribs from her chest, and planted her bones in the fields they set their slaves, your people, to work.

“They say you are Endless. You preside over all beings in all places. Please, I beg you, preside over us. Are we not worthy of your favor? Do we not deserve to live in your dreams and nightmares?”

If Lord Morpheus refuses you, you’ll cut your throat before you let your enemies have you.

He tilts his head like he can hear your thoughts. One shining hand stretches out, almost as if to touch your face. You sing prettily, little siren. You draw back with a start. Why is there hunger in his voice? A hollow, all-consuming, terrifying hunger?

You know what it feels like to starve when the fish are scarce. This is leagues away, a typhoon to your trickle of rain. Shadows bloom under his hollowed cheeks. His pupils eclipse his brilliant aquamarine irises.

He’s-

He’s aching.

Morpheus flashes his bone-white teeth as he bends at the waist to examine you further. His gaze traces your tattoos, your large, frightened eyes, and your body beneath the necklaces and bracelets.

As scared as you are, as convinced that you’ll bleed the instant his fingers brush your blue-streaked skin, your numb lips move.

“I vow to you now, Lord Morpheus, before every god and being I know, that should you render us this aid, I will give you anything within my power to grant that you wish.”

Anything?

“Name it, my lord, and it shall be yours.” With that, your eyes flutter shut as you await his judgment.

You can’t hide from him, even in your mind. You don’t see him, but you feel a straining pressure build where he prods at you, pushing on the fragile edges of your being like he’s cracking a duck egg. He claws and scrapes until-

I will aid your people.

You open for him like a sampaguita flower. Dream of the Endless picks through your soul like he’s picking blossoms, you feel how much he wants with every brush, every long moment where he sticks his fingers in and relishes the feel of you. Nothing has ever touched you like this before.

He’s on his knees on the riverbank, the dark soil pressing into his clothes. His hands clench the rocky edge of the bank. Your wet hair sticks to your back as you rise up, close enough that you can count his night-black eyelashes. There’s a dizzying amount of them.

“Thank you. Thank you. Salamat-po. And your price, majesty?”

You’ll do whatever he wants. Does his thirst demand souls? You’ll harvest them by the dozen. You can picture Lord Morpheus unhinging his jaw, swallowing those soldiers whole. Their swords wouldn’t even scrape him going down. Riches? You have no use for them if you’re dead. He can take every speck of wealth to be had.

You. I want you.

Your sisters and brothers wail. They sense the foreign king tearing at the flesh binding you together. They feel him taking a knife to your indigo heart and cutting it loose from your body. Your head tilts back as you gasp for breath and see him hold the organ aloft. Dark blood trails in rivulets down his wrists.

“I-“

There are no creatures like you in my realm. So I shall have you, in every way that I wish, and you’ll obey. Those are my terms.

Your tail lashes in the water as if you fight hard enough, you can swim away. The cavity pulses with searing, unholy pain. You’ve made a mistake. You’ve summoned- He is an aswang, a devil, a soul-eater, you’ll never see your home again, you’ll never touch the water you’ve known since birth.

Lord Morpheus brings your heart to his mouth. His lips are beautifully-formed. You can’t find it in yourself to hate such a wondrous creature. Even your amethyst ichor looks more beguiling when he’s covered in it.

It was never a question. “Yes, my lord. I accept these terms.”

His white teeth stain purple when he sinks them into your heart.

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Glossary:

Ate (ah-tey) - sister

Kuya (koo-yah) - brother

Butandíng - whale shark

Balete tree - very cool large tree native to Southeast Asia

Annani - elves from the stories of the Ibanag people, who look like humans with pointed ears. They are kind guardians of the forest and often share healing knowledge with humans if treated with respect.

Magindara - mermaids from the folklore of the Bicolano people. Beautiful half human, half fish guardians of rivers/streams/lakes/the oceans, who sing to lure fisherman and warriors to their death but leave children unharmed.

Bakunawa - a great mythic serpent and god/goddess of darkness. Various myths place Bakunawa responsible for eclipses.

Diyan Masalanta - Tagalog goddess of love, war, childbirth

Apolaki - Tagalog god of the sun and war, patron saint of warriors, soldiers, modern day patron saint of Filipino traditional martial arts (Kali/eskrima/arnis) practitioners

Bathala - the Tagalog supreme creator god

Mayari - the Tagalog goddess of the moon, war, revolution, and justice. She fought her brother Apolaki for dominion over the heavens.

Lakapati - the Tagalog goddess of fertility, food, bounty, balance, and prosperity. She represents both male and female and has both male and female genitalia. Patron saint of queer/trans people.

Sampaguita - the Filipino name for sambac jasmine, the national flower of the Philippines

Salamat-po (sah-lah-maht poh) - thank you (utmost respect) in Tagalog

Aswang - overall name for the malicious/demonic/monstrous beings in Filipino folklore. Vampires, zombies, ghouls, organ eaters, cannibals.

I hope you guys liked this! Let me know if you have any questions or want to read more from this.

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Sampaguita - Chapter 5

So, I made a header image for this story BECAUSE the tags frankly don't belong on tumblr. Chapter 6 is now live! And NSFW.

Short version of everything that's going on with it... -Exploitation-movie-style story featuring the Calypso Twins -Kind of a slog to write because of the Tyreen PoV verses the content -GONNA FINISH IT -Now contains explanation of the title -Story about why it happened at the end -Enjoy

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WIP Wednesday

Catter had pretty good trigger discipline for someone who insisted on skipping with an assault rifle, singing as she went: “I’m on patrol~ I’m on patrol~.”

Tyreen countered this sentiment by skipping herself, up ahead of the woman in question. “You really need to stop singing about being on patrol~! You’re giving away our position and also it’s really annoying~.”

Vincent lagged behind the two of them. If this was because he had some facepalming to do, or if he, as someone with something resembling seniority had been sent to observe Tyreen and Catter, well, he wasn’t being annoying and so Tyreen’s interest in him expired at that point. “Are you two for real?” He groaned.

Catter splashed to a stop. She laid one daintily magenta-ed finger to her lips. “My mom said I was real.”

“I exist in the mind of God. Therefor probably,” said Tyreen.

Vincent nodded at Catter. Tyreen? He could not seem to pull his face far enough askew to match his sentiments on Tyreen. “So you’re a Gnostic Catalonian with touch aversion who grew up on a commune and married your cousin. And you’re Catter. OK, then. Whatever. You both smell like death.”

Tyreen and Catter each countered: “No I don’t!”

Catter got the “Jinx!” though.

Since Tyreen had a twin and all and had given up playing jinx several minutes after learning jinx was a game at all. It had been much more fun to teach Troy not to talk over her using her shoes and sometimes hexling giblets. Well, fun for her.

From the upcoming installment of Sampaguita [NSFW]. Look who's back!

Also, new music from Kurdtbada to go with.

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Sampaguita Chapter 6 - I Can Count I Swear

It's just the prologue is numbered 0 in my file and the Asides aren't numbered at all, so posting it on Ao3 has been FRUSTRATING.

Click to Read NSFW & CHECK THE TAGS

I also changed the title on this one several times. Why? Well, it evolved as I was working, eventually becoming the anime-style filler with needlessly artsy panning shot aspirations we see today.

Enjoy! Plot next update. If this one doesn't breathe, it will suffocate us all. And by us all I mean Troy.

:X

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Not Rhack Wednesdays! On Thursday

Not that there’s anything wrong with Rhack, but variety is the spice of life! Delayed slightly because I’m slammed at work this time of year annnnnd I forgot that just like I did last year, the year before that.  

New this week for your enjoyment is Sampaguita Chapter 4.  Just like it says in the update caption, I think I set a new record for bodily functions mentioned in a Tyreen PoV fic installment.  So, be careful of that, but if you don’t mind finding out in no uncertain terms what happened on the day she lost her ability to eat, you also get an overview of her longing for Pandora and how it’s impacted her life up to this point (i.e. Catter) (more Catter in Chapter 5, BTW!).

Also updated, People Like Us Chapter 13 by @raidbossmadi​! It’s basically the huge, meaty, badass installment we’ve all been waiting for and the end WILL knock your socks off.  I’m super excited to hear more about The Ranch, are you?

Anyway, if you’d like your fic featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.  I might be able to take a crack at fussing with something specific from my WiP pile too.  Thinking more “Sweetheart” and “Eyeshine” next week, btw.  

My fantastic splash image is brought to you by @kingcharon​ whose commissions are open right now if you want one of your own.

Also, I started a side blog for art if that’s your thing.  I do beadwork, resin casting and maybe some drawing if I ever pluck up the courage to show one of my scribbles.  

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Not that there’s anything wrong with Rhack, but variety is the spice of life! Anyway, sorry: been sick. Am still sick, and don't know what's good for me, so let's get on with the show XD.

First orders of business:

@lackpassion who did our splash images, now has a Patreon and an Etsy.

Today’s Recs: ( 🎨 = art | ✍ = fic | 🤔 = thinks)

✍ @morteamore Has started a sequel to Serpent In The Pack! Serpent In The Pack: Omega Trials. [Troy x Rhys Fallout AU; NSFW]

✍ @morteamore also brought us this. [NSFW Troy at a furry con]

🎨 If you'd like a [SFW] preview of what you're in for, thank @piaart. Mrrow!

🎨 Speaking of art, @azzhole-and-troyglodite sketch update XD.

✍ Ultraviolet has concluded, looks like. I confess, I haven't read this one, but it's 600K. WOW! SWEET.

✍ @raidbossmadi updated Beautiful and Vulnerable with Chapter 7. Shit's been real the whole time, but OOF.

✍ Terminus Guard has updated. Thank you, @undergoingcalibrations! Sorry I missed you last time. <3

✍ I also missed the updates on A Quiver of Cobras [NSFW], so apologies also to @jaymonsterthecanaryprince!

✍ and then this happened but i wouldn't click it if I was you [NSFW; Sampaguita update].

If you’d like your work featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack (well, and you have to ask).  Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus.  Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.

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Not that there's anything wrong with Rhack, but variety is the spice of life!

First orders of business:

@lackpassion who did our splash images, now has a Patreon and an Etsy. | I have it on good authority that a good amount of people in this fandom are doing Kinktober [NSFW, d'uh], so if that includes you, please do let me know so I can keep an eye out.

Today’s Recs: ( 🎨 = art | ✍ = fic | 🤔 = thinks)

🤔 It is actually really easy to curate your own user experience on Tumblr! IDK this might be a rerun.

✍ @frankenjoly has posted Chapter 10 of Finding Ava with more delicious Psyren and a special guest appearance.

✍ @raidbossmadi updated Beautiful and Vulnerable with Chapter 3. Developments at InGen? They're more likely than you think!

🎨 Tyreen's been up too late and it is all @darkmagicdrag0n 's fault.

🎨 Some tasty Twins SFM from @nightlyravens because @nightlyravens wants us to be happy

✍ i guess i updated Sampaguita with Chapter 8. [squick, NSFW, good lord please read the tags]

If you’d like your work featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack (well, and you have to ask).  Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus.  Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.

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OnlyFans may be phasing out porn, but this is fandom, dammit! And the sexitiems will never die. insert long rant about how certain other social media sites allow all the violence in the world but heaven forbid anyone get naked the funny part is i had this discussion on discord with someone the other day and now this happens

First orders of business:

@lackpassion who did our splash images, now has a Patreon and an Etsy freshly restocked with slasher pride. More goodies on the way!

Today’s Recs: ( 🎨 = art | ✍ = fic | 🤔 = thinks)

✍ A Song of Flynt & Sirens Chapter 6 by @wataredis [NSFW] Is not NSFW this week, but does include totally sweet BABY CALYPSO CONTENT WHICH MUST BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED AWWWWW YES.

🎨 Moar, well, teenage twins by @xxrat-punkxx BABIESSSS ahem. I am an adult and I do not yell about cute things.

🎨 OMG @michellespenscratchz have you done with with my heart??? (Rhysa SFM art, smexy.)

✍ Is it Rhysha week all up in here, because @monday-headache has some cooking too according to this excerpt!

✍ The Edge of Chaos Chapter 11 by @raidbossmadi Oh maaaan this fic is getting to one of my favorite parts of the book! It was good in the movie too, but there's just something about Alan + kids that warms my heart in that 80s sitcom way.

✍ And I guess shit hit the fan in Sampaguita [NSFW] as brought to you by some asshole who sat on this plot twist for like a year.

If you’d like your work featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack (well, and you have to ask).  Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus.  Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.

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Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday [30]

@lackpassion who did our splash images, now has a Patreon and an Etsy.

Today’s Recs: ( 🎨 = art | ✍ = fic | 🤔 = thinks)

✍ 🎨 @monday-headache shared "Zane'Sational Encounter", an awesome fic featuring @piaart 's also awesome OC Erin. Their illustration here.

🎨 Also, Zaneisha occurred in SFM! for @laianely

🎨 And this [vaguely NSFW]

🎨 @piaart 's comms are open, BTW :D. Did you see their art of @monday-headache 's Hyena? How about this sparring match?

✍ @raidbossmadi updated Beautiful and Vulnerable with Chapter 4 & Chapter 5. Drama in Aisle Malcom! Oh, and raptors featuring in Chapter 14 of The Edge of Chaos, which are also drama.

🎨 Brayden the Snerk... I mean snake, by @darkmagicdrag0n is up to no good.

✍ @sinesthero brought some fresh holy damn to the table with the latest update of Tough Love [NSFW].

🎨 @michellespenscratchz has also been on fire with the SFM! I know there's more where that came from. Anybody got a Rhys Ball model, per chance?

@vanmec drew this AMAZING picture of the Twins as BJDs [vaguely NSFW]

✍ i guess i updated Sampaguita with Chapter 9 [squick, NSFW, good lord please read the tags] and did at least something for kinktober [seriously, tags].

If you’d like your work featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack (well, and you have to ask).  Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus.  Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.