#filipino buns

[vegan-nom-noms]

Vegan Siopao Asado (Filipino Pork Steamed Buns)

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Ube Cheese Pandesal

This ube cheese pandesal is flavored with purple yam and stuffed with quick melt cheese. It’s a modern take on a classic Filipino bread roll.

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[morethansalad]

Vegan Siopao Asado (Filipino Steamed Buns)

[katherinespiers]

Eat Here This Weekend: Sandwiches, Dumplings, & Bistek

[stew-chan]

I got to try a red bean bun for the first time :)

they're...... sweet?? I always thought "red bean paste" would be salty like refried beans and thought it was just a cultural difference of taste. but they taste almost like a donut while still having a hint of the refried bean texture to them.

I really enjoyed it :) 10/10 treat ill definitely grab some more next time as the Asian grocery store

[caffeinated-beverage]

Liet gets puffy siopao eyes when they cry

[abbyanne-sari-sari]

Eat it while it's hot! 😄😆❤️

Sari-Sari - Siopao Pork Buns Original mesh and textures, 1-3 li, copy/mod

Click the steamer for bun with eating animation (F&M versions).

The bun gets smaller as you eat it! 😘👌

Non PBR & PBR versions-in-1.

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[formeryelpers]

Auntie Dee’s Pan De Manila, 3756 W Ave 40, Ste 1G, Los Angeles (Eagle Rock), CA 90065

Auntie Dee’s, a Filipino bakery in Eagle Rock, looked promising – lots of baked goods to choose from, steamed buns, dim sum, fried treats, coffee harvested in and imported from the Philippines, etc. The steamed buns and pansit are kept warm. They have pandesal, hopia, lumpia, sweet rolls, cheese puffs, flan, pork embotido, etc.  The cashier recommended the ensaimadas.

Pork empanada ($3.50): thin, sweet baked pastry shell, ample filling of pork, peas, carrot, raisins. The chopped pork was a bit too salty and very dry. The raisins were very sweet. It was too sweet and too salty at the same time.

Chicken empanada ($3.50): liked the thin shell, the chicken was dry and they added raisins, peas, and carrots again

Pork asado siopao ($3.50): the shell of the steamed bun wasn’t smooth but it was lightly sweet and fluffy. I was surprised by how much meat was in the center. Too bad it was so dry and salty

Chicken asado siopao ($3.50): lots of meat but the chicken was dry.

Chicken bola bola siopao ($3.50): a big ball of chicken meat, chewy, not juicy, sweeter than I expected

Pansit malabon ($8.75): soft rice noodles, hard-boiled egg, shrimp paste, one shrimp, chicharron, fake crab, scallions. The chicharron must have been chopped into tiny pieces. The short noodles seemed to be coated in egg and chicharron with a dash of fish sauce. I found it comforting. Would have been even better with hot sauce (I asked for some but they ran out).

The bakery is in an older strip mall with easy parking. It looked clean. There were no tables or chairs.

3 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[kamotecue]

first meeting ✯ a. bonmati

pairing: mallory pugh x reader (formerly), aitana bonmati x reader

summary: you didn’t know that a certain midfielder had their eyes on you, little did you know it was the start of your happy ending. pwnt!reader, arsenal!reader

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if anything, you were harsh on yourself. when you found out that mal was already with dansby, you felt crestfallen and a bit angry at the world. she was your first love after all, you first met her at a game against ucla.

you played for the tar heels, with now world class footballers like lotte wubben-moy and alessia russo. she had caught your attention, and you had befriended her. little did you know, it was going to be your downfall.

the moment you found out by a friend, you had distance yourself from the world. staying away from social media, hardly interacting with new people, and you focused during training.

you had pushed yourself to the limit that you had gotten injured. it was a minor one, an overstretched calf making you skip a few games. your parents were in disbelief in the way, mal had treated you because you had introduced her as the one you’re courting.

courtship was quite traditional in the philippines, it is usually know as manligaw. in which a manliligaw or suitor would express their feelings for a person through harana (singing of romantic love songs), they would also recite poems, write letters and as usual gift giving.

you would often prove your worth to the person’s family, if you’re good enough for their daughter. courting can take a few years, and the one being courted can have many suitors. it’s not often that the one being courted says yes, to the suitor. but this is the proper rules and standards in traditional filipino courtship are set by the philippine society.

but you had gotten over her throughout your college years, you focused on yourself. you didn’t want to sit there and sob about it. now here you were playing for one of the greatest clubs in the women’s super league.

you had been signed by arsenal after you had graduated with a double major in physiotherapy and education. lotte had put in a good word for you, it also helped that arsenal had kept an eye on you during your college years.

yet here you are, a game against barcelona femini. one of the top female football clubs in the world, they dominated the liga f as they have the most championships.

“nervous, l/n?” kim, the team’s skipper asked as you walked alongside her. the match was about to start, and you were part of the starting line up.

“it’s against barca, who wouldn’t be nervous.��� you said, as you took your place in the line. kim chuckled at your behavior before going in front of the team’s goalkeeper.

you didn’t know that a certain spanish midfielder watched your interaction, nor did you notice that she caught a glimpse at you. you were too busy talking to your mascot, swinging her hand back and forth softly. the kick off had started, and the game went exactly how you thought it would go.

in the first half, both teams have gotten a yellow card. more specifically beth mead, katie mccabe and irene paredes. there were also three goals scored by barcelona, caldentey, alexia putellas who scored an absolute banger of a goal in the 42nd minute and lastly, oshoala who scored just a few minutes after alexia.

you were walking to the tunnel, a water bottle filled with electrolytes was in your hand, as you occasionally took a few sips.

“as expected from barcelona.” you whispered, causing lia to laugh at your comment. the lovely bun that you did was a bit untidy after the first half.

“they are a top team n/n, but you’ve been playing well.” lia said, ruffling your hair as she entered the locker room first.

during the half time break, you were told the tactics to change the game. and that’s exactly what you did, in the 63rd minute, you sent a great cross to caitlin who managed to get a tap on the ball, sending it into the top right corner where paños wasn’t able to save.

you watched as caitlin did her celebration, the rest of the team had joined her in the huddle while you stayed in the back. in the 74th minute, frida had scored an absolute goal but it wasn’t enough to win the game.

the whistle had blew signaling the game had ended. you sighed in frustration, as you lifted the end of your shirt to wipe the sweat on your face. not knowing how a certain midfielder beelined her way towards you.

she caught a glanced at your exposed stomach, as she felt a bit flustered. you had dropped down your shirt, only to see the midfielder had averted her gaze to your eyes.

“i’m aitana, you played really well.” she said, as she held her hand out for you to grab.

“i’m y/n, thanks—you also played really well.” you said, as you grabbed her hand at a leisurely pace.

“want to swap shirts?” you gave her a soft nod, before tugging off your shirt. you had handed her yours, the number #17 with the last name, l/n on the back.

[there’s def a part 2]

[plusthreerabbits]

I almost never see Chewie lying down with his ears up and forward like this! Usually once he flops, it's time to sleep. This time, Bun Grandpaw was watching Filipino dramas and Chewie heard a woman crying.

Once the video stopped, he was able to sleep! I love that he was so concerned about this fictional woman 😭

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"But to Elros, who chose to be a king of Men, still a great span of years was allotted, many times that of the Men of Middle-earth; and all his line, the kings and lords of the royal house, had long life even according to the measure of the Númenóreans. But Elros lived five hundred years, and ruled the Númenóreans four hundred years and ten." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Akallabêth"

@halfelvenweek day 3 ⇢ heritage + númenoreans || THE LINE OF ELROS

[ID: four graphics in shades of brown and desaturated dark blue.

1: A large image of Cherokee Jack framed by a brown rectangle covers the left side of the graphic. He is an aniyunwiya model with light brown skin and long, straight, dark brown hair. He is shown in profile, facing left and looking slightly down. The right side of the graphic shows a diamond-shaped image of ocean surf and rocks, divided into four sections and framed in brown. Below that, white serif text reads "Elros, later called Tar-Minyatur, was the first and founding king of Númenor. Born of Elwing of the line of Lúthien and Eärendil the Blessed, he chose to be numbered among the Edain and led his people to the hallowed island of Elenna. Elros was long-lived, as were all of his House, and he ruled for many years in great splendour and wisdom. He was exceedingly devoted to his spouse Saelhenien and their children, as well as to his brother Elrond."

2: Same format as Image 1, but the sides are switched. The large image shows indian model Shonali Singh. She has brown skin and black hair tied back in a bun, and is looking to the side. The small image shows birds flying over the ocean, and the text below it reads "Saelhenien, a descendant of Bëor, was gentle and wise, though firm of will. As queen of Númenor, she took the name Tar-Maiwendë, but though Saelhenien occupied her role with grace, she knew herself to be at heart a man. Elros her husband encouraged Saelhenien to live as his true self, but Saelhenien feared civil unrest, and remained Tar-Maiwendë for the sake of practicality. To honor this sacrifice, Elros gave his spouse a new name in secret: Meldaro, he who is beloved."

3: The whole graphic is framed in brown, and contains two smaller rectangular images each with their own frame. The image on the right side shows Reef Titcomb, a young man with brown skin and dark curly hair, facing to the side with his eyes closed and head lifted. White text below the image reads "Vardamir Nólimon was the eldest child of Elros and Saelhenien, and first heir to the throne of Númenor. He preferred scholarship to politics, however, and largely deferred to his sister Tindómiel in matters of state." The second image shows Logan Alcosiba, a native hawaiian/filipino/mixed european model with freckled brown skin and straight dark hair. She is looking at the viewer intently, turned slightly to one side. Text below the image reads "While still young Tindómiel declared her affinity as a woman, to the great joy of her parents, especially Saelhenien. She proved an adept and clever diplomat, and helped to construct the earliest Númenorean courts of law." Between the two pictures is a small drawing of a white crown.

4: Same format as Image 3, but this time the first image shows Josh Armstrong, a young man with brown skin and dark brown curly hair tied back in a bun. He is wearing a white shirt and looking at the viewer with a thoughtful expression. Text below the image reads "Manwendil inherited Elros’s curiosity and Saelhenien’s gentle spirit. He was greatly pious and while still a youth dedicated himself to the service of Manwë; it was said that he learned to speak with birds, even as the Lord of Air." The second picture shows Mase Somanlall, a guyanese/canadian model with brown skin and wavy dark hair. He is leaning back with his arms folded behind his head, looking up at the viewer. Text reads "Atanalcar was the youngest child of Elros and Saelhenien, greatly beloved by his family and his people alike He was charming and had exceeding skill in the sporting arts, though he was most known as a runner and javelin-thrower." //End ID]

[ligtas]

Location: Valerio’s Bakeshop ( his mom’s bakery in Midtown )

The bakery was full of chatter, the smell of freshly baked bread, and people filling up their trays with The Goods™. Just as colorful rice cakes, sweet pastries, savory buns, and other traditional Filipino baked goods flew off the shelves, a small lady with greying hair and surprising mobility restocked the shelves just as fast. At the register, Val was finishing up with the latest customer, handing over a neatly packed bag of warm bread with an even warmer smile and a “Salamat po.”

The soft chime of the front door’s hanging bell caught his attention, making him glance up. “Hey there, welcome in!” he called out, his smile widening as he leaned against the counter. “Can I help you with anything? Need any recommendations? The pan de sal’s fresh out of the oven, still nice and warm!”

[stellar-haikyuu]

takeda-sensei: "boys, siya pala yung bagong coach ninyo." tanaka: "uy, indi ba si kuya siopao yan?" noya: "shet, oo nga! nag-vovolleyball pala siya?" coach ukai: "TEKA, ANONG TAWAG NIYO SAKIN?"

takeda-sensei: "by the way boys, he's your new coach." tanaka: "hey, isn't that kuya siopao?" noya: "shit, you're right! he plays volleyball?" coach ukai: "WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"

kuya is a tagalog honorific that means older brother or male. usually, when we buy from food stores/vendors, we call the male staff/cashier kuya. if we don't know the person's name, sometimes we attach the food item they sell to the honorific.

so in literal translation, kuya siopao = siopao brother. it's nothing offensive, but of course, most of us would prefer to be called by our names. (though some vendors tend to own these nicknames hahaha)

i have fond memories of an "ate siomai" in my high school canteen. she had the best fried siomai, rice, and chili garlic sauce!

siopao is the filipino equivalent of meat buns/baozi, and siomai is how we refer to shumai.

[midniiights-garden]

To Those Beyond The Sea - Mizu x filipino!Reader

(A/N: THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY ANON @dinadearine!! I wanted my main ff to be more of the reader escaping to Japan bc of the Spanish, but I loved this idea sm so I still wanted to write something for it!! I hope you like it <33)

Possible TWs!!!: Sex, Canon typical violence, possibly ooc?

Mizu was rather pissed off when the captain of her ship told her they would be making a stop over at a nearby country before moving onto Britain. After all, in her eyes it was simply a waste of time. Why would she want to spend time in a place that didn't aid her search for vengence after all? That was the price to pay for choosing a cargo ship instead of one ferrying passengers. So, she begrudgingly acknowledged the statement before turning her gaze back to the sea, her eyes scanning the waves for unknown answers.

Her ship arrives at it's destination the next morning. Mizu is surprised to find herself in a warm, tropical country. It wasn't that far away from her homeland of Japan, and yet the scenery was worlds away. The sun beat down onto her heavily, making her sweat in her disguise. She suddenly regretted not packing lighter clothing. The air here was humid, thick. She could feel it sticking to her skin and frankly she was at a loss as to whether or not it was a good thing or not. And then there was the town. It was a quaint sea side port, but it was full of life. Children ran around the streets, yelling and playing happily with one another. Vendors were selling their wares, there were people singing and laugh... and there was chatter everywhere. Quite different to Japan. A part of her finds this stark difference endearing. Everyone here seemed so... happy. She notes the darker skin tone of the people around her, marveling in it's beauty. The people here were beautiful. And Mizu couldn't decide whether or not it was because of their smiles or their features.

But she was sweating. Really badly.

"Fuck," she mutters, shrugging off her haori. She couldn't risk revealing her identity as a woman, but at the same time she was pretty sure she would die if she didn't get some new clothes. So she disembarked, stepping onto the docks of the town and heading inwards to search for a tailor who could help her.

Suddenly, someone bumps into her. One of the native women. Mizu had to catch herself from staring. The woman before her was considerably shorter her tanned skin shining beautifully in the sunlight. The stranger's hair was dark, so dark it was nearly black and it was tied up gracefully into a bun at the nape of her neck. The woman looks up at Mizu, warm brown eyes staring curiously into her blue ones.

"...pasensya na," the woman says, lowering her head bashfully.

Mizu stares, absolutely puzzled. What the hell was a passensha?

"Uhm... w-what?" Mizu replies, hoping that she didn't sound too awkward or nervous.

Mizu and the woman stare at each other for a while as it dawns on the both of them. They had no way to communicate. The woman bites down on her lower lip, looking worried. She suddenly points at herself and then at Mizu before making her hands bump together. "Ano... I..." she begins, her accent thick. She points back to herself and then bows dramatically. It finally dawns on Mizu... The woman was apologizing.

"I-It's," Mizu begins. "Ok." In an effort to communicate with the stranger she forces her lips into a smile, nodding her head as an acceptance of her apology. Much to Mizu's relief the woman smiles brightly, so brightly Mizu was certain that the sun itself had been reincarnated into this tiny human. The woman then points at herself again before speaking. She tells Mizu her name, a name that she had never heard of and yet was now finding incredibly beautiful. She repeats it, testing the syllables on her tongue before pointing to herself.

"Mizu," she says. The stranger, you, smiles. You test her name on your tounge as well, delighted to make another friend.

Meanwhile Mizu is quite literally sweating to death, having previously been too distracted by the new figure to notice her state. She was now thrown back to reality by the sticky feeling of her clothing against her back. Mizu taps your shoulder, pointing at her clothes.

"Need... new ones," she says to you. You seem to get the message, and you quickly lead her to a vendor. You chat with said vendor quickly, telling the lady running it that Mizu requires new clothing to suit the weather and she quickly whips something up for Mizu.

"Salamat po!" I say gratefully as I hand the clothing to the still sweating Mizu. Mizu takes the clothing gratefully, hurrying back to her ship to change into the lighter clothing. She sighed in relief as the light fabric touched her skin, cooling her off. When she exits her room she's surprised to find you still waiting for her at the dock. How persistent of you.

That meeting was now two weeks ago. The first meeting that would change the both of your lives. Mizu couldn't help but be drawn in by your welcoming, sunny nature. It was so sincere, so sweet that she was sucked in as if she was stuck in a vat of taffy. Within those two weeks you had both learned to communicate through English (which Mizu found additionally helpful considering she would need to know English to get around Britain). Mizu eventually ended up telling you about her past. About how she was really a woman in disguise, how she had murdered her husband and how she was killing all the men who had the audacity to force her into being. And yet despite knowing all these truths you never once stopped smiling at her the same way. Not even when you had begged her to spar with you and lost. When she pinned you down Mizu was afraid it would be a repeat of Mikio, and yet all you did was giggle. You giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

That was when she realized something that both elated and horrified her. She loved you. Mizu had fallen head over heels for you. For your sunny personality, for your smile for everything. She pulls away from you briefly, trying to process the warmth she felt in her chest at the sight of you. When she does come back to you the first thing she does is apologize.

"For what?" You ask her, tilting your head to the side.

"For disappearing so suddenly," Mizu replies.

"Oh? That? I just figured you needed space," you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Goddamn it. Will you stop being so damn cute?" Mizu hisses, suddenly clamping down on her own mouth once she realized what she had said. Meanwhile you stand there briefly, shocked at what she just said.

"Cute?" You ask. "You think.. I'm cute?"

"Yes," Mizu groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Listen, I... I love-"

You cut her off. "I love you too."

Mizu's heart stutters, her breath hitching in her throat. You loved her back. Now without reservation she grabbed ahold of you by the collar of your blouse, pulling you forward and kissing you.

Kissing turned to making out and making out turned to grinding and before either of you could process it you were both unclothed, your bodies intertwined intimately.

"You're beautiful," you whisper between moans.

For once Mizu almost cried; not out of anger or despair... But this time out of joy. After the intense night of pleasure you slept in each others arms, taking solace in the warmth of your lover.

Come morning Mizu held you tightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. What was once a stop over she had deemed unnecessary became one of the most important events in her life. But she would have to go soon, and they both knew it. You both spend the rest of your time together as a couple, whispered words of comfort and love shared between the both of you. And the night before her departure from your warm homeland you got married.

"Mizu," I whisper after our small ceremony. "I hope you know I'm coming with you."

Mizu's eyes widened.

"What? Are you crazy!?! You'll get hurt! I-" She is promptly shut up by your finger on her lips, your dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shh, love. I'm coming with. I'm your wife now, as you are mine. And I promise to do whatever it takes to help you in your quest. I promise. Mahal kita," you whisper, kissing her tenderly. Mizu knew better than to argue. Not with your stubborn personality. Which is how she now finds herself in London, her beautiful wife at her side. From now until forever more.

Translations!!:

Pasensya na - Excuse me

Ano - What

Salamat po - Thank you (sir/ma'am - idk how to translate po tbh)

Mahal kita - I love you

(A/N: ANNDDDD DONE!! :D I hope this was up to your standards!! I'm sorry the smut part is so short it's more implied if anything 😭😭I was too scared to make it longer but I swear I'll do a proper smut scene in the future. As usual, if anyone has any suggestion, comments or requests feel free to ask!! Love y'all <3)

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

𝔸 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕪.

𝐼𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎

Name: Hiwaga Copper

( hiwaga meaning: magic or mystery)

Nickname: Hiwa, Waga, Higawa, Chicken, Coward

Birth date: June 29, 1997

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Ethnicity: Half- American, Half- Filipino

Alignment: ...Neutral Evil

Personality Type: ENFJ

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

Always gets confused as a girl who wears red in slytherin

Height: 160 cm (year 1-2) to 175 cm (year 5)

Weight: 60 kg

Eyes: Reddish Brown with a hint of Blue ( his eyes glows to blue when casting heavy magic/curse)

Hair: Originally Black dyed in Red, the black hair starts to grow in time, Long Hair in a Half bun (standard look)

Skin Tone: Tan

Body Modifications: he looks thin, short at first and has long hair making him look like he has a body of a girl

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝑒

A wizard who barely seen using magic. well there is a reason for that

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

1st Wand: Unyielding 9 in. Cypress Wood with Unicorn

Tail Hair Core

2nd Wand: ??

Quidditch Position: Seeker

Club: Dance and Garden Club

Boggart Form: Clown

Riddikulus Form: Clown suffering with pranks ( the suffering gives him joy for some reason pls forgive him)

Amortentia: Cranberry

Patronus: Swarm of Butterflies

Patronus Memory: Her Mother and Father dancing

Favorite Spells: Concealment Charms

Least Favorite: Dark Magic, Charms, mostly everything ( he dislike magic)

Misc Magical Abilities: Legilimency and Retrocognition

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

He appears to be weak, coward and harmless, but don't be fooled. He is a slytherin for a reason

Bad traits: Distrustful, Mischievous, Deceptive, Liar, Secretive, Observant, Agent of Chaos, Manipulative, Overthinks too much (when it comes to people he cares getting hurt)

Good traits: Helpful, Hardworking, Approachable, Cautious, Skilled at reading people and understanding their vulnerabilities

Hobbies: Gardening, Dancing, Photography, Cross dressing

Likes:Gardening, Sweets, Family, Dancing, Chaos in Hogwarts, Photography, Muggle way to do things, Privacy, Tricking Others

Dislikes: His magic, Witches and Wizards, Duels, Being Surprised, Emotionally Attached,Bad luck, Preying on his secrets, Transportation

Relationships

Family:

Father: Ben Copper

He has a love-hate relationship with his father for he is always away most of his childhood due to working abroad. Ben kept it a secret that his work is related to magic making Hiwaga not learn that wizarding world exist until his magic awakened. One of the reason Hiwaga has bad first impression of magic

Mother: ???

Some Muggle lady. He loves his mother so much that he despises others prying about the details of her mother. He is scared of the idea of what would the evil witch/wizard would do to her once they know her. Did I mention Hiwaga overthinks too much?

Little Brother: Lua Copper

Hiwaga also keeps it a secret that he has a little Brother. He doesn't have any magic and is a muggle. Lua was a toddler when Hiwaga enrolled in Hogwarts. But some of his friends knew when they visited to his house. He has no control on this one because it was his mother who invited them and yet the friends still don't know the name of Hiwaga's mother lol.

Companions:

Not sure to use the term "friends" because Hiwaga is just using them... at first

Cassandra

It was Cassandra who Hiwaga first met at hogwarts instead of Ivy. At first he even become one of Cassandra's sorta henchman with the Frey twins. Hiwaga seems like a pushover where Cassandra keeps ordering him around but Hiwaga is actually the one using her as a shield when something bad happens and to make him look weak and harmless by others, which is a success. Though they bond with their interest in plants.

Frey twins

The Frey twins dislike Hiwaga being one that Cassandra trust because they thought of him as weak, coward and probably useless. Thanks to this, Hiwaga find them easy to control to create chaos and the twins are easy to blame for it. But he keeps in good terms with them for this

Ivy and Daniel

Hiwaga started with the group of Cassandra and after he helped on finding ivy, he started to hang out with Ivy and Daniel and become his "friends". Hiwaga is interested of the two's secret and wanted to get involved with it. Also he felt that he can use the two for potions and charms and perhaps in searching of their secrets, he will discover something related to his secret as well. The longer Hiwaga spends more time with them, his negative perspective of witch and wizards changes.

Robin and Kevin

Hiwaga finds it fun and interesting of the two's relationship. Despite Hiwaga disliking the idea of romance on himself, he is very invested to the slow progress of the romance of the two and sometimes, he secretly creates a scenario for the two to have a progress on their relationship.

Amber Khanna and Duncan Snyde ( My HPMA OC )

persistent people who thinks knows Hiwaga's secret and they probably could help him. But Hiwaga doesnt trust them at first and is being stubborn by letting them clean up his evil doings.

Others

💥Troublemaker Buddies : Thomas (@tojiriki ), Rowan Lee (@raccoon-lair ), wren and grey @/tracynbutters_ and @/hazeldeznut ) 🤔Friends with Suspiciousness: Ryan Winger (@mina1007 ), Carlyn Jade Khanna (@krinkitori ) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑Probably half sibling : Rowan Cahill (@redhairedgryffindor ) 🫂Can't-afford-to-get-them-involved-in- his- trouble Friends: Nadia Winger(probably theres more) ( @mina1007 ), Lucy Davis (@/chessy.ev), Brian Haywood ( @catohphm ), Asha Khanna (@krinkitori ), Simona Aaron ( @/hohoyayaeiei), Marta Waltsher ( @ themilkshanghai)

<< Hiwaga is still open to form new relationship with other OCs, it can be good😇 or evil 😈>>

More info/ Background (?)

His magic awakened experience went horrible that leads to cursing himself and his mother. As a kid who doesnt know magic at first, he blames himself so much that after he learns about magic from his dad, he become scared of it. But he turn his scared to hatred of magic when he enrolled in hogwarts.

His magic most of the time is destructive that sometimes hurt others unintentionally in a way he doesn't like and he find it difficult to control it except if his intention is to hurt them.

He dislike witch and wizards for they can use magic that benefited them and yet hide it from the muggles. He finds it selfish and doesn't trust them

He didn't plan to enroll at hogwarts at first, but he started seeing vision of the past. A memory that seems to not exist but can help him to stop the curse he put to himself and to his mother.

His dislike of wizarding world makes him find joy to see it in chaos.

Though in time with spending more with other witches and wizards, he will change his perspective and sees his evil act should be minimized so it won't affect to people he slowly cares about.

When he cursed himself, some of his hair turned into blue. To avoid remembering it, he dyed his hair red and wore a glasses.

He always got candies in his pockets

He likes helping or assisting others. It is his way to observe people or to gather information

Hiwaga's love for dancing is influenced when he saw his parents dancing in their living room when he was young

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This will still be updated soon but for now thats all for him

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Made one of our favorite Filipino snacks!

Sari-Sari - Siopao Pork Buns Original mesh and textures, 1-3 li, copy/mod

Click the steamer for bun with eating animation (F&M versions).

The bun gets smaller as you eat it! 😘👌

Non PBR & PBR versions-in-1.

Siopao is a Filipino steamed bun, derived from baozi. This one has pork filling that we call asado. 😊 How do you call this snack in your country, and what is your favorite filling? 🤔💞

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