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[ladysnipe063]

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LDR

Sa bawat paghangad ng paglipadOras na pilit inuunatMakita lang ang mga ngiti sa mga labiNatunaw na ang pagod at sakit ng mga binti Da pagbukas ng umagaHanggang sa pagtiklop ng mga mataPanalangin sa Diyos na ika’y pagkaingatanNa ika’y hagkan at alagaan Mahal, ikaw ay natatangiSa bawat paghawak mo sa aking mga kamayO sa pag-aaruga na walang kapantayIkaw ang nagbibigay kulay sa aking buhay Mga…

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[bisayawa]

!! glad i could give u the heart flutters @friedlilac!! my fics have been called many names, but perfect? that's very high praise <33

pearl of the orient sea ; alejandro vargas/filo! reader

― fluff

desc: filo! reader headcanons (moreso on scenarios bc i'm not a pro at this headcanon thing but shh)

note: something self-indulgent for me & the peenoise out there, but just to clear, i am from cebu so bisaya/cebuano comes more naturally to me. (if you're feeling particularly left out, don't be afraid to comment some of your own hcs of your province!!)

first & foremost, before everything else i think he'd be interested in the language, most especially the words. he'd catch one or two in the middle of the sentence so he'd only have the faintest idea of the conversation but hey, that's better than nothing.

he knew it was at the start of your relationship where he noticed that your native tongue & his overlapped in some ways. upon closer inspection, he can pinpoint it somewhere in the fourth date.

your phone was ringing & despite numrous attempts to quiet it down & go on with the conversation, the phone won. you needed to take this call.

you excused yourself as courteously as you could, distancing yourself away. you gave him a sorry smile & asked for forgiveness (he'd forgive you, cariño, don't worry) but even still, alejandro heard bits & pieces of the conversation ― turns out it was with your mother.

he was all wide eyes & stares when you answered the phone with harsh vowels & tough tones. he heard similar words ― silla, aparador, toalla, zapatos, medias.

the vowels were open, the consonants were clipped ― almost strict in your pronunciation. he doesn't recall you ever talking to anyone like this, so curt & quick.

he wasn't paying to the conversation, just the sound of your voice, the rise & fall of tempo.

when you finished, he had to collect himself before attempting conversation again.

"what was that language you were speaking?" he chuckles. "you sounded angry."

you laughed with him. there was a dimple on your cheek & another near the corner of your lips. he could look at you forever.

"that was cebuano, my native language. well ―" you looked up, trying to recollect some faraway knowledge. "philippines ― the official language is filipino but they really mean to say tagalog & it's mostly spoken on the northern islands and... you know what, this needs a visual aid, hold on."

and so the date went, with an enthusiastic lesson about your homeland, the differences of each island & region, the multitude of languages all inside one country.

at times he just stared. you were so energetic about this, so excited to share information possibly stewing inside you, most especially when you take into account that you've had to move to las almas, a different country with different cultures.

he learned much from that day with you and, funnily enough, recalls the numerous times your spelling got a bit finicky whenever you texted.

manzanas became mansanas, azucar became asukar (or hell, asukal), zapatos were sapatos, prutas, kutsilyo, baso, even baño was misspelled... & now he finally knew why.

some afternoons were spent with that topic in mind.

your head was on his chest. hands mindlessly wandering the expanse of his torso, the sides of his stomach, the veins on his forearm.

"cariño," he asks. "what's your word for monday?"

"lunes."

hardly paying attention to your words, you see bones in his wrist. you want to hold it.

he chuckles & you feel it under your cheek.

"so they match? how about sunday?"

"domingo." the vein looks blue on his skin.

"¿viernes?"

"uh, biyernes." another match.

"¿jueves?"

"huwebes." match

"hmm, let's see." one of his hands is in your hair. you grow sleepy. "zapatos, sombrero, regalo ―"

"bumbero, basura, libro, sabado," you list with him.

he laughs at that ― a big hearty one, with his teeth bared & the smile reaching his eyes. he had a freckle on one side of his jaw. you crane up to kiss it.

in turn, he cranes to kiss your forehead.

"hmm," he says. "what's your word for january?"

some weekends were spent running around las almas, trying to find local ingredients for food. (cue several questions/arguments happening)

"i could make tortang talong?"

"talong?"

"talong means eggplant, langga."

"torta...? eggplant sandwich?"

"wh ―"

― - -

"what do you mean torta means omelet?!"

"eggplant sandwich?!"

― ― ―

"we have something called, uh, puto?"

"...excuse me?"

― ― ―

"amor, you also have menudo in the philippines?"

"yEAH ―"

some days are spent pinching his cheek & cooing like a lola :)

you squinch his cheek.

"sus, ikaw ba, ikaw ba! ka gwapoooo sa akong palangga."

guapo, his mind helpfully supplies. he preens under the praise.

"ang karnero nga gamay, ka kulot sa iyang buhok!"

"hey, what does that mean?"

"it means i like you & i like your face."

you kiss the squinched cheek.

langga/palangga = darling

sus, ikaw ba. ka gwapo sa akong palangga = oh, you! my darling is so handsome

ang karnero nga gamay, ka kulot sa iyang buhok = the little sheep, how curly is his hair

note: this was a bit short! i'll make more if/when something sparks me, bye

[renranram]

hehehe

schlatt with a filipino reader hcs?

fil reader n schlatt hcs!

sfw ofc

erm this is actually canon because im the fil reader 🤓☝️

when you first meet him he'd definitely tease you about your height

resting his arm on your head because it's funny

tries to learn filo words so he can shock you

extra points if you're bisaya, he'd def call you, langga and irog :3

LIKES LIKES YOUR COOKING FR

menudo and adobo>>>>>

would sing random opm songs

you would def drag him into karaoke sessions

your family loves LOVES him

imported chocolates palagi 😭

since he knows spanish, at first he would misunderstood you calling him puto but instead you meant the traditional dessert

visiting the countryside with him is so funn

you two would ride carabaos, feed ducks and chickens together

always handaan ( feast ) whenever he visits your fam

your neice and nephews love him, and ofc he loves them back, whenever you two would visit ph again, there's always toys ready for them

you'd tease him on how thick his american accent whenever he tries to speak tagalog 😭

[cairokaiji]

Lover boy

Pairing: Kurapika Kurta x gn!reader

Notes: based on irl events HGHAHAAHAHAHA😭, I'm back again and on summer break lezgoww enjoy🫶🏻

More Filo!Kurapika 🫶🏻

Kurapika and his lover went on an after school date, now walking around the mall after playing in the arcade (more like raging at the poor claw machine?), and they both decided to head to the outdoor part of the mall, which is literally the riverbank- grassy areas with shade from the trees, some kids playing volleyball or badminton, some cycling, other couples sitting together, and families out on a picnic.

"Gusto mo umupo muna?" Kurapika asks, his voice ever so gentle.

"Tara" they say, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

As soon as they step on the grass, they slip,

Unintentionally dragging him down with them.

A few seconds of silence pass, and suddenly both of them burst out laughing from their sudden fall.

"Bakit kasi hawak mo kamay ko?" They ask, still laughing,

"Um- ano yon, para di ka magisa," Kurapika says with a chuckle.

They ended up sitting together on the grass, sharing fries and soda as they talked about funny experiences in their lives.

At the end of the day, they had something to laugh about in the future, they had a new memory they shared.

"Halika, ihatid na kita sainyo" Kurapika smiles, "anong oras na din, malapit lang naman kayo rito." he adds, taking his lovers hand and gently pulls them up, both of them feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

He drops them off at their home and says, "I'll see you tomorrow at school, langga, rest well."

~~

END

Maybe I'll write more filo kurapika based on irl events, bc ngl events with my partner are so funny HAHAAHAHA

[tangian]

🌴

Thanks ate Langga & kuya Sidney for the Bohol experience!

[ladysnipe063]

[saikokirakira]

All the Wrong Right Reasons (Jake Lockley x Bakunawa!Reader pt.3)

a/n: we are entering spicy territory. nothing explicit unless you want me to? but we got maybe one more for jake's intro series...

next up is a layla fic. can i get a wahoo?

Prev: IV. Jake pt.2 | Next: IV. Jake pt.4 | AU Masterlist

warnings: jake “the simp king” lockley origin story; khonshu is a little shit; one-way intense turned thirsty pining; show’s interpretation of DID; non-hispanic writer using one (1) spanish word (in my not-so defense, im filipino (i remembered we have a celebrity kristine hermosa with that name. imagine having 'beautiful' for a name and looking EXACTLY ETHEREAL) okay i'll stop rambling); non-canon Philippine mythology

Maybe Jake’s reaction was a little unprecedented.

He never had to front unless the system was in mortal danger or if Khonshu needed him for a mission.

All he’s known was being on a constant state of fight or flight with adrenaline in his veins.

So, what happens when the person he’s been incredibly attracted to threatens his life?

He wants to fight back for all the wrong right reasons.

Have you met my friend, Jake Lockley?

As much as Jake was thankful for the moon god intervening, the bird was having the time of his life not allowing him to summon the suit as well.

Let him go. Khonshu’s playing with you.

A dark masked figure materialized behind you. A dark shadowy void with glowing violet eyes.

Probably made new friends the last time you died, Jake thought.

Glaring at Jake with your glowing golden eyes, you let him go and stepped back.

“Khonshu, you lied,” you spat out. “You were supposed to let him go.”

“Marc only meant Steven and himself, hermosa,” Jake finally spoke once he got to catch his breath. “I had no plans of leaving. I’m the real Moon Knight.”

Your golden eyes found him again, and Jake found some sort of satisfaction of you looking down at him… even with disdain.

Or any attention finally directed at him… not at any of his alters.

“What do you want from me?”

Jake resisted the urge to smirk.

There were many, many things he wanted from you.

“I want to finish the job.”

Arthur Harrow, the shadow said.

Then it clicked. “You were in Cairo.” You weren’t asking. You said it as a fact.

You never knew what happened after Ammit was sealed in her Avatar’s body, but you knew for a fact that that psychotic maniac was still breathing somewhere.

Steven didn’t have the stomach to kill anymore, and Marc…

Either his mind would be changed by Steven or not kill Harrow at all to spite Khonshu.

“I suppose you were the one who ran off and went on a killing spree when Marc blacked out?”

Jake nodded; his eyes guarded.

“You were protecting them.”

He nodded again.

“Do they know you exist?”

“No.”

“If you stay with me or with Khonshu, they’ll find out soon enough.”

“That’s why I want to get to Harrow before that, hermosa.”

You raised your brow at the second time he called you that. “Charmer,” you smiled playfully.

Finally relaxing and letting your guard down around the new alter, your eyes glowed again.

“Give me one hour.”

…

You were starting to regret not taking the passenger seat.

Yet you also needed a breather from Jake.

You were trying to tell yourself it was because you missed Steven so much…

… but Jake was waking up something else inside you.

It scared you. Scared that you might give into him.

You couldn’t do that to Steven.

“Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is?”

You hated to admit it, but you sided with Harrow for a split-second while Khonshu gloated on keeping Marc as his Avatar.

“And you’re okay with that, langga?”

You hissed at the name, but you tried not to get too riled up.

“You don’t want those to be your last words, you piece of shit.”

It’ll all be over soon.

“Besides, it doesn’t matter what I think. Marc and Steven don’t know.”

Arthur’s face twisted in confusion.

“Meet my friend, Jake Lockley.”

You barely flinched when you felt the bullet whiz past you and straight into Harrow’s head after Jake said his final words to the cultist.

Harrow slumped forward and fell to the floor where he slowly bled out.

It was over.

You hoisted yourself through the limousine partition window and sat on the passenger seat, not wanting to spend the rest of the ride with a dead body.

Jake narrowed his eyes when your shoes touched the leather seat.

“Really? You’re complaining over my shoes when Harrow is bleeding on your floor mats?”

Jake ignored you and didn’t waste any time and began driving away from the hospital.

Despite being ignored, your eyes continued to watch him, studying what made him so different from the rest.

Jake seemed to be more comfortable with Khonshu’s idea of vengeance, and it made you wonder if he was created because of Khonshu or because of something else.

Either way, the rush of a thousand innocent lives being avenged felt good.

And you had Jake to thank for that.

Now, you really felt that Egypt was a closed chapter…

“I can hear you thinking loudly over there, hermosa.”

His gloved hand reached out and gave your thigh a comforting squeeze.

“Want me to take your mind off things?”

… well, somewhat closed.

[asimp4bee]

I had this random thought while doing the dishes and it ended up leading to thinking about Mea and Bee boy. So, I was thinking about the word hypocrite (or people who are? I dunno) and that reminded me of the sleep segment(is that the right word?). And that ultimately led me to think of Bumblebee(mostly earth spark)calling her cupcake.

Now, I don't know your headcanons about if they have pet names or anything so I thought I'd share!

(and if him calling her cupcake doesn't fit, what kind of endearments do they have for each other?)

Mea absolutely loves petnames! So here are some of the petnames Mea and Bee have for each other <33

Mea's petnames for Bee:

-Sinta/Aking Sinta (meaning cherished one or true love in tagalog)

-Mahal/Mahal ko (love or my love)

-Palangga/Langga/ga: (Another filipino word used in many parts of the country but generally means my love)

-BB: (Just Bee's name shortened into acronyms lmao)

-Handsome: (She knows this gets him particularly flustered)

Bee's petnames for Mea:

-Hon/Honey: (Mea loves this particular petname so that's what Bee would usually call her)

-Babe/Baby: (He doesn't call her these much often)

-Cupcake: (Mea doesn't know how to feel about this petname but Bee calls her that playfully just to tease her)

-Sweetheart: (Bee calls her this sometimes when Mea isn't in the mood or she's upset)

-Doll/Dollface: (Mea loves being called this)

[ur-farming-weirdo]

Miss V...! Do you think Cris can come and play with me and Vincent soon? I wanna go to the beach and find pretty shells...!

~ @ask-jas-sdv

Oh, hello, langga! I didn't know you had a Tumblr! I'm glad Shane has finally allowed you to have your own account.

Cris is still doing some farmwork around here. He says he's almost done, so you can pick him up here later. Goodness, who can say no to a plum pudding like you?

[funsize-mermaid]

Missing you extra everyday @jsnl27 . 😘😘 See you soon again, my Langga ❤️

[saerotonins]

thinking about making a "filipino pet names that you call them" headcanon bc nanami DEFINITELY likes to be called langga/pangga/palangga which means "my dearest" in bisaya (my mother tongue) and really appreciates it when you call him that way even though he doesn't really understand the language bc it makes him giddy that you love him enough to incorporate your love to him into your mother tongue!!!

[catcze]

!!! It’s officially the 23rd of November for me, so happy birthday to my darling palalabs langga Wrio !!! 💕💕💕 thank u for single-handedly getting me back into both writing and playing genshin 🫶 !!!

[thera-daydreams]

Hi Ate! What is your thoughts on this Multiverse Swap, As well as Mama!Scarlet Witch (and Yuuji and Sukuna) on this.

(Feel Free to ignore this, even tho I miss your stories. Take care of yourself and prioritize your health. I miss you Ate!😊)

Hi! Super sorry for the late response! I've been rummaging through my inbox and trying to answer everything today because I'm free for a while. Thank you so much, langga! I'm on a wellness streak before I vanish again because of life, hehehe. 🦋

Why does Yuuji look so cute as Sukuna, though? This is the Yuuji that never got hurt! 🐼

[onefirstsole]

On the lookout

"I saw your post" no matter how frustrated I am, it always warms my heart every time I receive this kind of message from you love. It shows just how much you care for me and I appreciate you a lot. You're a really good friend back then and you're still a really good partner now, you always ask if I'm okay and ask me "what's wrong" whenever I seemed off. Everytime I receive these kinds of questions from you, I always end up telling you everything. Ykw love? I'm a person who finds it so hard to express my feelings. I tend to keep them bottled up until it gets overwhelming, I don't allow myself to grieve, and I don't allow myself to dwell on it too much. But everytime you're the one who's asking, I always end up telling you every bit of my frustrations. I feel safe with you, I've always felt like I don't need to show you this strong facade I built up for myself, with you I can be vulnerable. I love you so much langga, you're the best.