#skin care philippines | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bruhnze · 1 month ago

Text

Vacationnn part 2 - Lucy x Ona

Summary: Lucy wants to go to the Philippines and Ona agrees to go there over Christmas break.

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut, they are madly in love, smut. Minors DNI. Fanfiction.

Words: ~4k

Written based on a request from @pinkygirl28 <3.

Part one can be found here.

As they left the beach, neither of them said a word, the tension between them hung thick in the air.

The short walk to the villa was filled with quick glances and teasing touches, both of them were still in their bikinis, too worked up to had bothered getting dressed. Their skin was sun-kissed warm from the beach.

When they stepped into the little backyard of their private villa, Ona immediately made her way over to the outdoor shower, turning on the water to wash the sand from her feet.

Lucy dropped the tote bag and towels onto the table, kicking off her flip-flops. Her gaze locked onto Ona, standing there in just her bikini. The sight made her pulse quicken, and any patience she had left was gone.

Without a word, Lucy moved up behind Ona, her hands already on her hips as she pressed her body against her girlfriend’s.

The cool water from the shower hit them both by this action, but Lucy didn’t care. She could only focus on the feel of Ona beneath her touch. The way her skin felt against hers.

Ona braced herself against the wall of the shower, chuckling in surprise as the cold stream hit her, but her laughter faded when Lucy’s lips found her neck.

The heat of Lucy’s mouth contrasted against the cool water, making Ona shiver. She could feel Lucy’s hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her skin, her touch sending sparks of anticipation through her.

The chuckling stopped completely when Ona felt Lucy’s eager fingers untie her bikini top. The fabric slipped away, discarded carelessly onto the ground.

Lucy’s hands slid over Ona’s bare chest now, her mouth trailing kisses down her back, grazing her teeth along her shoulders. Ona’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the wall a little tighter as Lucy's touch became more desperate.

Her hands moved to squeeze Ona’s hips, pulling her impossibly close, the water streaming down both their bodies as the tension grew. Ona arched her back slightly, the feeling of Lucy pressed against her ass making her pulse race.

The cool shower did little to dampen the heath between them. Lucy’s breath was hot against Ona’s neck, her lips grazing the skin there as her fingers slid up, cupping Ona’s breasts again. She squeezed gently, her thumbs teasing across Ona’s nipples.

Ona let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she leaned into Lucy's touch.

One of Lucy’s hands slid down, teasing its way lower over Ona’s stomach before finally dipping between her legs. Ona's breath hitched as Lucy's fingers explored her, moving with a slow, deliberate touch that had her knees threatening to give out.

Lucy’s lips found Ona’s ear, her teeth gently tugging at her earlobe as her fingers continued their teasing, earning a groan from Ona as she dipped at her entrance.

"Mm, I’ve barely even touched you," Lucy murmured, her voice thick with desire as her fingers felt just how wet Ona was. "What’s gotten you so worked up, then?" she teased, her lips grazing Ona’s skin before nipping playfully.

Lucy’s attitude had Ona’s body trembling, her hips instinctively pressing back against her girlfriend.

Ona’s breath was ragged now, and the teasing was almost too much to bear. She wanted more. Needed more. "Luce," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want.. ��’

Lucy slightly pulled back, ‘’hm, what do you want love?’’

‘’I want the strap." The barely audible words left Ona’s lips with a mixture of urgency and need, her body arching into Lucy’s touch.

Lucy froze for a moment, letting the request sink in, her grip tightening on Ona’s hips. Gently, she turned her around to face her, their eyes locking. The look in her eyes was primal, filled with a hunger that was mirrored in Ona’s own gaze.

Their lips collided in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as they stumbled back towards the villa.

The intensity of the kiss deepened, hands gripping, bodies pressing closer, neither of them able to get enough.

As they shuffled towards the glass door, Lucy’s hand reached for the handle, but it didn’t budge. It was locked.

"Fuck," Lucy muttered, breaking away from Ona, her breath ragged. She shot a glance at the tote bag where the keys were before sprinting over to it.

She turned it upside down, letting the contents spill out onto the table.

She grabbed the key and made her way back, fumbling with the lock as Ona followed, pressing light kisses along Lucy’s bare shoulder, her damp skin cool against Lucy’s warmth.

"Why the fuck did we even go to the beach?" Lucy muttered under her breath, frustration and desire flooding her.

Ona smirked against her back. "I don't know either," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

The door finally clicked open, Lucy pushed it wide open, pulling Ona inside with a gentle but firm tug.

Without hesitation, Ona slipped out of her bikini bottoms, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. Her skin, still glistening from the shower, caught by the sunlight shining through the villa as she moved toward their suitcases.

Lucy watched after her, tugging her own bikini off as she stepped closer, the sound of the wet fabric hitting the floor barely registering. She couldn't help but admire Ona’s body, it took everything in her not to reach out for immediately.

When Ona turned around, strap in hand, Lucy stepped closer, closing the space between them with a kiss that was slower this time. It was more intentional.

The urgency was still there, but now that they were exactly where they wanted to be, it was more beneath the surface.

They both knew what was coming, and neither wanted to rush it.

"Been thinking ‘bout this," Lucy murmured against Ona's lips, her breath warm and ragged.

Ona hummed into the kiss, her fingers brushing Lucy’s jawline as she whispered, "mhm yo también."

They shared a quiet look before Lucy stepped into the harness, it felt as if they’d just done this just yesterday as Ona helped adjust the straps without a struggle. But it had been weeks ago. Their fingers grazed each other, the lightest touch sending sparks between them.

Ona grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto the strap. Her eyes stayed locked on Lucy’s as she spread it slowly, almost teasingly, even though Lucy couldn’t feel it.

Lucy instinctively moved her hips, thrusting into Ona’s hands with a playful smirk.

Biting her lip, Ona watched the motion, hunger sharpening in her gaze. Her breathing quickened as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, her hands sliding to Lucy’s hips, pulling her even closer.

They kissed again, slower this time. Ona felt the coated strap between them, pressed up against her stomach, her body was trembling from anticipation as the tension built between them impossibly more.

As their kiss deepened, Ona pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against Lucy's. Her voice came out low, almost a plea. "Luce, fuck,’’ she breathed, ‘’want you."

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat pounding through her whole body at how turned on she was. The state of her girlfriend was turning her on incredibly. She held Ona’s gaze.

"Fuck," Lucy whispered back, ‘’your fucking incredible Ona, I want you always,’’ her voice barely audible.

Ona didn’t need any more encouragement. She gave Lucy one last lingering kiss, her lips trailing down Lucy’s neck before finally pulling away. She gave Lucy one last look, her eyes dark with want, before turning and crawling onto the bed.

She positioned herself at the edge, back arched, legs parted. Ona's body was buzzing with desire, the air thick with it, every breath heavy with anticipation. She was soaked, so turned on that she couldn’t think straight anymore. She could only think about Lucy. Lucy fucking her. Filling her.

Lucy approached her with a mix of caution and hunger, her fingers trailing gently along Ona’s back, down to the curve of her hips. She could feel how tense Ona was, the way her body trembled with need.

Slowly, Lucy’s hand dipped lower, her fingers finding Ona's heat. She traced teasing circles, feeling Ona’s slickness against her fingertips, causing a low moan to escape Ona’s lips.

"God, I missed you," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with longing as she pressed her fingers inside.

Ona's head dropped forward, her hands gripping the bed as her breath caught in her throat. The slow, teasing rhythm of Lucy's fingers left her trembling.

As Lucy continued, her own breathing quickened, feeling Ona move against her hand. She bit her lip, savoring every little sound Ona made.

When Ona’s moans grew more insistent, Lucy reluctantly pulled her hand away.

She reached for the strap, and as she took it in her hand, she kept her eyes on Ona, whose body was practically humming with need. She looked so ready for her.

Finally Lucy pressed the strap gently against Ona’s slick heat, savoring the way she shuddered beneath her. Then, slowly, she eased inside, watching as Ona’s head dropped forward again, letting out a breathless moan.

The stretch was perfect, Ona felt full, but not overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as Lucy began to move, her hips falling into a slow, steady rhythm.

Lucy’s hands tightened on Ona's hips, pulling her closer with every thrust.

One hand slid up, tracing the curve of Ona’s spine until it reached her neck. A surge of possessive desire rushed through Lucy. She needed to see her girlfriend's face. "Let me see you," Lucy murmured, her voice rough.

But Ona didn’t turn her head. Her focus was on matching Lucy’s rhythm, the pleasure pulsing through her body too consuming to pull away from.

Lucy slowed down, her hips grinding into Ona’s before she pulled out, gently maneuvering her to turn around.

"C’mere," Lucy whispered, her lips capturing Ona’s again in a kiss. The kiss brought Ona back to herself, her mind clearing just enough to let her hands roam over Lucy’s body.

When they finally pulled apart, Ona’s breathing was ragged, her pupils blown with lust. "Quiero.. to.. uh, ride you," she whispered, her voice heavy with need.

Lucy grinned, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the pillows. She could definitely get behind Ona's plan—or under it, this time.

Ona straddled her hips, positioning herself over Lucy’s strap, her eyes locked onto Lucy’s as she slowly sank down onto her, taking her in inch by inch.

The sensation was intense, and Lucy’s hands found Ona’s hips, gripping tightly as she felt Ona begin to move. Ona’s hips danced, the rhythm building with every passing second.

Her body swayed above Lucy, her breasts bouncing with every movement, and Lucy couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her.

Ona’s back arched as she rode Lucy harder, her moans growing louder as she settled into a steady rhythm. Lucy’s hands moved from her hips, gliding up to cup Ona’s breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples.

Ona’s head tilted back in response, her movements becoming even more desperate as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Fuck, you’re driving me crazy," Lucy groaned, her voice thick with lust. She could feel the tension building in Ona’s body, the way her breath hitched and her movements became erratic. ‘’Y’Look so fucking gorgeous.’’

Unable to resist, Lucy sat up slightly, her arms wrapping around Ona, pulling her body closer. She wanted to feel every inch of her, their slick skin pressing together as Ona moved against her.

Lucy's lips found Ona’s neck, kissing and biting gently as Ona’s movements grew more frantic. Ona’s moans were music to Lucy’s ears, each sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

As Ona rode her, her hips moving in perfect sync with Lucy's thrusts, she could feel the orgasm building inside her, the heat coiling tight in her belly.

One of Lucy’s hands held her waist, guiding her movements, while the other hand reached between their bodies, finding her clit. Bringing Ona closer and closer to the edge.

When Ona finally came, it was like a big wave crashing over her. Her whole body trembled as her orgasm hit, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as she buried her face in Lucy’s neck.

Lucy held her, helping her ride it out, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible.

Ona’s body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, her nails digging into Lucy’s shoulders as she rode out the high. Lucy whispered soft praises into her ear, her own body buzzing with the intensity of the moment.

When Ona finally collapsed against Lucy’s chest, completely spent, both of them were breathing hard, their bodies no longer just damp from the shower, glistened with a layer of sweat.

They laid back. Lucy, tracing gentle circles along Ona's skin as they both caught their breath. Ona’s cheek was pressed to Lucy’s chest, their bodies were warm from the intensity that had just passed.

"How are you feeling?" Lucy asked softly, her fingers trailing along Ona's back in lazy patterns.

Ona didn’t speak at first, only responding with a few soft kisses to Lucy’s neck. She hummed contentedly, her hand resting on Lucy’s stomach.

"Perfect, increïble." Ona eventually murmured, her voice low and drowsy.

Lucy smiled. "How are your legs, though?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice.

Ona groaned softly, lifting her head with a confused look. "Why?"

A mischievous glint sparkled in Lucy's eyes. "If you want.. I want´´ She trailed off, her voice dropping to a low whisper. ´´Uhm, if you’re not too tired yet..."

Ona blinked, her lips curving into a smile. Before Lucy could continue, she leaned in for a kiss.

She shifted, sitting up just enough to get off the strap. She whimpered at the empty feeling but didn’t break the kiss.

Soon Ona’s heath pressed against Lucy's thigh, a soft grind of her hips making Lucy’s breath catch.

"I want you to sit on my face," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with desire as she urged Ona gently, her hands on Ona pulling her towards her already.

Ona bit her lips watching Lucy for a second, before moving up and settling herself over Lucy’s face.

Lucy had missed this, missed having Ona in this way. Her hands gripped Ona's hips, guiding her. She was dying to taste her again.

Ona’s soft gasps and moans filled the air, and Lucy felt the tension coil inside herself too, every sensation of Ona's body above hers driving her wild. Her sounds, her taste, how she felt. She was sure she had the sexiest girlfriend on earth.

As Ona moved, Lucy’s own need built, but she wanted to focus on her girlfriend first.

Ona’s fingers tangled in Lucy's hair, pulling her even closer as she teetered on the edge, breathless and trembling.

When Ona came again, Lucy slowed her movements, allowing her to ride out the pleasure, although her own need was taking over her mind. Ona hovered above her, chest heaving, lost in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Lucy’s hand slid down to her own body, the ache too intense to ignore. She unclipped one side of the harness, reaching for her clit. A low groan escaped her lips as she began to circle it, her breath hitching.

She felt a little bit like she was suffocating, but everything felt too good to do anything about it.

Ona, still catching her breath, glanced down at Lucy, noticing the struggle in her expression, the way her body tensed. She moved aside, settling against the headboard.

A smirk tugged at Ona’s lips as she noticed Lucy was touching herself, her girlfriend’s body trembling, heels digging into the mattress. The sight of Lucy lost in her own pleasure was mesmerizing.

Not even two minutes passed before Lucy’s body stiffened, her back arching as a strangled moan broke from her throat.

Ona stayed quiet, letting the moment linger, until Lucy finally opened her eyes, her hand falling away as her body sagged into the bed.

"Couldn’t wait?" Ona teased, chuckling softly, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Lucy’s face.

Lucy, still hazy from her release, blinked up at her. "You do things to me."

Ona chuckled, kneeling beside her as she removed the harness from Lucy's body. Her lips trailed after her fingers, leaving soft kisses along Lucy’s stomach and thighs.

Lucy parted her legs slightly in invitation, her breath hitching at the soft kisses Ona trailed lower. "Fuck Ona.’’

Ona took her time, savoring the moment. Lucy’s body trembled beneath her touch, still sensitive from her recent release, every nerve heightened.

When Ona’s tongue finally found its mark, Lucy’s back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand instinctively reached down, threading through Ona’s hair, holding her close.

Lucy took control, her hips moving in rhythm, grinding against Ona’s mouth with a desperate need. Their bodies worked in perfect sync, both of them chasing a second high for Lucy.

The feeling of cumming when they where together was unlike anything else, a connection that ran deeper than just the physical. They missed this since they lived in different countries, but then when they where together it was amazing.

The intensity built quickly, and Lucy’s body shook as another release washed over her, a quiet moan escaping her lips as Ona held her hips down.

When she finally stilled, Lucy let out a long breath, her body relaxing.

Ona moved back up, lying beside Lucy as they both settled into the pillows. For a moment, they just lay there, catching their breath, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing.

Lucy turned her head, a soft smile on her lips as she met Ona’s gaze. "I missed you," she murmured, her voice low and tender.

Ona smiled back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lucy’s skin. "I missed you too," she said, her tone equally soft. "Been thinking about you… about this. A lot."

Lucy chuckled quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss against Ona’s lips. "We were kind of crazy for even going to the beach this morning, weren’t we?" she teased, shaking her head.

Ona grinned, nuzzling into the crook of Lucy’s neck. "Yeah, I don’t know what we were thinking. I’ve been wet since breakfast." She whispered it like a secret.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh really? I hadn’t noticed."

"Well, you didn’t notice until we packed the bag," Ona teased, her fingers grazing Lucy’s arm.

Lucy laughed, tilting her head in mock defeat. "Okay, maybe true. But if you’d mentioned it at breakfast, I would’ve been ready then too."

Ona rolled her eyes, laughing. "Yeah, but you’re always ready."

"It’s hard not to be when my girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet," Lucy said, letting her hand travel to Ona’s ass.

"Ugh, stop," Ona chuckled, burying her face against Lucy’s neck, trying to hide the smile that wouldn’t leave her face.

Lucy grinned, her fingers running gently through Ona’s hair. "What? Can’t I tell the truth?"

"You cannn," Ona laughed, pulling back to look at her. "But this is supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and the things I want to do right now… not exactly relaxing."

Lucy laughed. "You still want more?"

"Mhm, definitely" Ona lifted her head with a teasing grin. "I’ve got some ideas... we can shower, grab some lunch, and then maybe stay here for the day. Do a little naked tanning by the pool... or in the pool." Her smile turned mischievous as she watched Lucy’s reaction.

Lucy’s eyes lit up, pulling Ona closer until their lips brushed. "Mmm, now that sounds like a plan," she whispered. "You can plan everything this vacation, babe. I’m all yours." She kissed Ona softly, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. "And don’t worry... I’m definitely not done with you yet either."

They stayed like that for a while, tangled up together, savoring the closeness before finally getting ready to leave the bed.

After a this time successful shower, in the bathroom inside the house, Lucy and Ona had cleaned the floor from their earlier antics and gathered all their things from outside.

Once everything was tidied up, they left the villa and wandered over to a nearby village, a bit further away from the resort. There was a small shop and some street food stalls.

Lucy had searched it on her phone, she loved eating new things and she wanted to try local food.

At the shop, they picked up cold drinks and some snacks for during the week. From the street food vendor, they ordered things like grilled chicken skewers, caramelized fried bananas and crispy rolls filled with sweet jackfruit.

Ona smiled to herself as Lucy talked to the man who was very excited about the food he was selling, handing Lucy pieces to taste. Lucy tasted them and handed Ona the things she thought Ona would like the taste of.

"You're getting so much food," Ona chuckled as she saw Lucy agreeing to thing after thing being put in plastic containers.

Lucy smiled innocently. "What, I’m hungry," she said, ‘’and this man is so nice, here,’’ she handed her something new, ‘’and this tastes amazing, doesn’t it.’’

When they were back at the villa, Lucy still held the bags. Ona offered to help unpack and set the table. Lucy glanced at her, smirking, “Maybe you can sunbathe or swim a couple of minutes, if you want. I’ll set the table.’’

Ona chuckled, shaking her head. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

Lucy shrugged with an innocent look, that smirk still playing at the corner of her lips. “I mean, you can help if you really want to…”

Ona decided to ‘help’ Lucy in the kitchen, but instead of actually doing much, she hopped up onto the counter, her legs dangling as she watched Lucy attentively.

Lucy rolled her eyes fondly at her, shaking her head as she prepped two plates.

Lucy took a piece of food, holding it out to Ona. But just as Ona leaned forward to take a bite, Lucy swiftly pulled it away, leaning in to kiss her instead.

The move took Ona by surprise, but she happily accepted the kiss and caught Lucy between her legs, pulling her closer.

“This whole trip is going to be like this, isn’t it?” Ona grinned as they pulled apart.

Lucy’s grinned cheekily as she gazed at Ona. She pretended to think for a second before nodding slowly, wrapping her arms around Ona's waist. “Mhm, absolutely. Every single minute.”

Ona laughed softly as Lucy kissed her, the warmth between them lingering like the sun outside. Pulling back just slightly, Lucy grinned, her hands tracing soft patterns on Ona’s waist.

“You know,” Lucy began, her eyes sparkling with a playful twinkle, “I’ve decided something.”

Ona tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”

“In our future house, I want an outdoor shower,” Lucy said with a smirk.

Ona chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Of course you do. So we need a pool too then.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, ” Lucy grinned wider, brushing a strand of hair from Ona’s face. “Just the shower will do, but I guess a pool is always a plus.”

Ona couldn’t help but roll her eyes, she pulled her girlfriend even closer. “Crazy.’’ She called Lucy, before kissing her again.

‘’But you love it.’’ Lucy stated between kisses.

‘’Mhm, I love it.’’

‘’I love you.’’

Ona chuckled, ‘’it’s a good thing we’re alone, I’m sure if there was anyone here they’d need a bucket.’’

Lucy frowned, ‘’what?’’.

‘’Nothing,’’ Ona reached below Lucy’s shirt, grabbing her sides to pull her even closer, ‘’I love you most.’’

#lucy bronze smut #woso smut #woso fanfics #lucy bronze x ona batlle #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle smut #ona batlle #woso #fcb femení #fcb femeni x reader

173 notes · View notes

sungbyhoon · 6 months ago

Text

SIM JAEYUN. over 85

Finding out that Jake had a night shift the day after visiting your relatives to fix your stressing family issues had obviously been upsetting for you. You ended up being left alone in your room, having nothing to do but scroll on your phone mindlessly in the dim light.

You stared at the texts you had with Jake, reading the messages from him apologizing for not being able to come over until late at night. Don't get him wrong, he always tried his best to be with you; really, sometimes his job just consumes him a little too much.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as his shift ended, he got his things packed and left his workplace without even greeting his co-workers goodbye, hopping into his car and driving over 85 just to get to you faster.

“Who would care, right? It's 12:34 at night.” He mumbled to himself, his hands placed firmly on the steering wheel. He didn't care if he got called over for speeding, just anything he would do to be there for his baby. — When he got to your house, he parked his car in front of your porch and turned the doorknob to the door that seemed to be locked. “Ah shit, seriously?” He looked around, and above the window was the spare key you told him about the other day, just in case he decided to come over late at night again.

He carefully opened the door to your room, being quiet just in case you were already asleep. There was a sweet-looking sleeping you on the bed, making him smile at the sight. With careful steps, he walked over to you, sat on the bed opposite the side you were on, and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You shuffled slightly, the soft sounds of your warm blanket keeping you snug from the cold air and your skin brushing against the bedsheets being the only thing heard in the room other than the combined sounds of his breathing and yours.

Jake chuckled softly, seeing your eyes flutter open as you smiled upon seeing him. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” He took his jacket off and put it to the side to be able to lay beside you comfortably. After trying to wake you up more with a passionate yet gentle make-out session, and with his arms snaking around your waist, he told you about how he had speeded just to be able to spend more time with you, which you were concerned about yet laughed softly at how cute and thoughtful he was.

“Really? You seriously didn't have to do that... You could have gotten fined if there were any police around, silly.” You teased while looking at his handsome face. “Well, I drove over 85 because I wanted to be by your side, of course.” He smiled back, giving you another quick peck on the lips.

“How cheesy of you, Sim Jaeyun.”

inspired by the song below ^_^ also if you're wondering how he got away with speeding .. WELL in my city there are no police around the main streets when it's late at night so you can kinda get away with 3 ppl on a motorcycle or not wearing a helmet idk LOL it's funny. Philippines amirite. The police don't do much in my area really 💯

#Spotify #sim jaeyun #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #sim jake #sungbyhoon

130 notes · View notes

agendabymooner · 1 year ago

Text

seb’s best girl: enter barbie || sv5 scenario (1)

foster dad!sebastian vettel x daughter!ofc (filo!ofc)

EXTENSION TO CRAZY RICH WIFE AND SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK.

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself.

Scenario Summary: When the Red Bull driver and his wife, Bel, struggled to make the children that they would love forever, a teenager who needed to be provided for came entering their lives. OR fifteen-year-old Barbie Blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and Sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

Content warning: circa 2014–present, Mom!OFC (Bel Vettel), girl dad!Seb, mentions of infertility, isolating, mental well-being of youth, young!Barbie Blanco x young!Mick Schumacher (platonic to lovers pairing), shitty Filipino translation

Note: First of all: 1,000+ followers??? Are you guys insane?! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE!!!! ❤️

Another thing, there are requests in my inbox and I’ll look into it! I got my English paper back and I was so disgruntled at the sight of my mark so please bear with me~ Everyday I think about Seb being a dad to a girl— a teenage girl. Especially thinking about my character’s father-daughter dynamic with him. Enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

💌re:moony’s planner + convo with mooners open!

January 2014

This was a crucial step toward their journey to parenthood, they both could admit that, but it wasn’t anything that they weren’t thankful for.

Being engaged and married last year, both Sebastian and Belinda Vettel had a plan — to have a kid or two sometime soon. It’s been planned out— and they even started on the process of conceiving long before they got married. But fate said no to that and gave them nothing of the sort. No kids, no babies— nada.

Finding out that a treatment for fertility issues was a necessity, though, left Bel to feel so disheartened. She was so disheartened at the fact that she couldn’t be a mother in her late 20s and cherish them for as long as she could breathe— because her body didn’t function as she expected.

While she tried blaming herself and attempted to hide herself away in shame, Sebastian refused to allow her to let her guard down against the adversity parenthood had in store for her. He knew Bel so well— she wouldn’t simply give up like that and he wouldn’t let her do so. He, too, struggled at the thought of not having kids with her sooner— but he needed to be there for her before she could even snap.

So while she went for treatments and worked as a celebrity, another person came along that the Vettel couple didn’t think would become a permanent fixture in their lives.

Barbara Elisandra Duque Blanco entered their lives with her meek expression and cowering dark eyes, standing behind the social worker and the orphanage nun while the older women spoke to the couple gently.

Her eyes tried to look around the house that she was brought to, eyes somewhat glimmering as they skimmed through the paintings on the walls and the intricate details of the upholsteries in the foyer. Her hands gripped on the straps of her backpack while she observed her surroundings, freezing on her track when she found some blue eyes trained on her. She looked away and avoided his eyes.

It wasn’t everyday that the girl got to meet a man whose skin and hair were lighter than hers. This was the Philippines, after all. Everyone lived with similar shades of skin, hair and eyes— and the girl knew that the man wasn’t the same as her.

Plus, he was a stranger. Like everyone else in the room that wasn’t Sister Jane. This whole thing, if not peculiar, was intimidating. New people scared her— it was no wonder why she lasted in the system for six years now. They’ve turned her away. And the Philippines’ foster system didn’t work as well as it would’ve in first world countries.

Still, she found him intimidating— that was until Sebastian called for the caretaker.

He murmured to the caretaker, “Ate Angie, if you don’t mind, can you show her to her room? Maybe help her get settled?”

The caretaker looked at the social worker and the nun for approval, and when they nodded Angie looked at Barbie with a soft smile. “Sama ka sa akin, anak?” Come with me, child?

Barbie looked up at the social worker and to Sister Jane with wide eyes, to which they chuckled gently as Sister Jane said, “Doon ka muna sa kwarto mo, Barbie.” Go to your room for now, Barbie.

Sister Jane then coaxed her, “Maguusap muna kami ng mga foster parents mo, ha? Kakausapin kita mamaya bago kami umalis.” I’ll talk to your foster parents, okay? Then I’ll talk to you before we (the social worker and I) leave.

With a bit of hesitance on her part, she nodded before she followed the caretaker to wherever she was being taken to.

The adults watched her depart from the foyer before looking at each other with curiosity and concern. Sebastian’s brows furrowed, wondering if the girl really was scared of him because he really wouldn’t have done anything to hurt the girl.

Then Sister Jane told the couple, “She’s very quiet at the very beginning, Mr. and Mrs. Vettel. She’s very polite and smart— and once you get her out of her shell, you’ll know more about her than you do now.”

“All we ask is that you take care of her,” Sister Jane continued with a genuine smile. “That girl means so much to us sisters at the orphanage and the countless times she’s been turned down by people showed us that they missed out on such a good child.”

Sebastian softly smiled and nodded gratefully, “We will take care of her, Sister Jane.”

“And please teach her everything there is to your world and your knowledge,” Sister Jane added, “she’s keen to learn everything and would do everything. All she needs is encouragement and someone to guide her— especially now that she’s got English-speaking foster parents.”

“Can I… what does that mean?” Sebastian was just confused and curious.

“Oh,” Sister Jane faltered, “she doesn’t speak English, Mr. Vettel.”

Sebastian and Bel looked at each other, puzzled at the information they just received but didn’t make a big deal out of it. After all, Barbie Blanco was a girl who can learn fast— and with Sebastian and Bel as her parents, the Red Bull driver was certain that the girl would get all of the support that she needs when going to school or anything at all.

After all, the couple made it their goal to be the best parent to her. They’d do anything.

Sebastian would do anything. Anything for Sebastian’s best girl. His daughter.

170 notes · View notes

sophisticatedgia · 1 month ago

Text

A bit peeved because the blond "Christian" girl keeps having all her friends come over and throw themselves at him. Hitting on him. Not in front of me, while he's outside on his bike or about to come inside our apartment.

I thought she was my friend, for she was "friendly" to me. I am naive at times. I told her he was abusive but I guess he's just so hot and attractive that they don't care. He's not abusive all the time. Each person is abusive in their own way. Like I said, positivity and negativity in every one.

I've been asked for normal clothed selfies in exchange for money on Tumblr a few times and always turned them down. I don't think it's right. My boyfriend last night encouraged me to do it. Bleh.

Plus I'm on SSI income anyway and I have everything I want in life right now. I mean: "rationally" everything I want.

Walking to the gym wearing tribal white, black, gold, and turquoise leggings Mom gave me. I would show y'all but I don't really know if I care to. Along with the tribal leggings I'm wearing lacey frilly black socks with my light grey new balance sneakers. Seafoam green v neck shirt. Heathery seafoam green cardigan, on top of that I have a deep dark forest green/pinetree green baggy cardigan. & Turquoise-ish mostly green long scarf and a light grey neck warmer. Woohoo. I may have medical baby blue gloves in my backpack, but also have my white touch screen gloves.

Bird squawking, birds chirping, seeing shadows and illuminated concrete and trees. Big cars loudly driving past me making harsh noise and providing pollution to our senses and our souls. Big sigh. Oh wow how depressing civilization can be at times. But it's lovely we are all here.

Instead of meeting his ex for money last night my boyfriend biked to get me a new vape. Shows he gives a damn about me. It's white peach raspberry and it's pale pink! Perfect. My blog posts this morning kinda match it.

I wanna take pix for y'all of my new vape and tribal leggings but I'm too busy walking to gym and need to get some groceries after. Maybe on the way home? We shall see.

My boyfriend is from Germany and Philippines. He appears to be brown skinned. People, cops, often mistake him for being mexican. Anyway apparently in the Philippines after we poo we wash our booty with soap and water. I did that this morning. Effective it sure was. Omg I'm giggling. It feels awkward to say giggle cus it's not flirtatious, it's just laughter. What does a giggle even sound like? I feel like I may have giggled in the past. My boyfriend makes me laugh and that's perfectly just how I like it. I don't need no girlish giggling from myself personally. things are solemn, seriously!

Talked to mom this morning. She sent me Jesus gif. It felt right. I believe. I am doing my best. My boyfriend doesn't exactly believe in God, but when he's distressed he yells out for Him. So idk. Ok y'all. I'm going to gym now. thank you.

#communication #Diary #Fluff

20 notes · View notes

thepersonnamedsam · 11 months ago

Text

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

masterlist / taglist

pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

if you are american, you can call/text 988

if you are australien, call 1300 659 467

if you are from the uk, call 0800 689 5652

if you are from the philippines, call 0917-899-8727

if you are german, call 030-44 01 06 07

these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

——

He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

@ironmaiden1313 , @topguncultleader , @biglittlesecret , @gulabjamooon , @lovelyy-moonlight , @peachyplumsss , @mistrose23 , @copper-boom , @love4lando , @champomiel , @serenityleah , @iloveyou3000morgan , @angelwithoutmywings , @elleeeee21 , @youkissedareaderinthedark , @mikauraur , @thybulleric , @lpab , @fdl305 , @mellowarcadefun , @teti-menchon0604 , @vildetry06 , @bibissparkles , @aurora-maria , @lunnnix , @sya-skies , @Buckywifeyy , @dakotali , @rechtrecht , @noncannonships , @1eclerc16 , @pitlanebabe , @sopheeg , @avengersheart , @thatsadsmallchild , @peachiicherries , @idkiwantchocolatee , @callsign-scully , @mehrmonga , @badbatch-simp24 , @lissyontour , @din0nugs , @elliegrey2803 , @gay-for-victoria-de-angelis , @10vely-yutazen , @daggersquadphantom , @azriel-the-shadowsinger , @i-love-scott-mccall , @darleneslane , @mikauraur , @heartmetaphor , @ellswilliams , @thxtmarvelchick , @nataliambc , @dontjudgeabookbythecover , @hockeyboysarehot , @thehistoryone , @zimm04 , @woozarts , @mellowarcadefun , @deephideoutmolkshake , @grimeslvrr

#f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #trigger warning #formula one x reader #dr3 #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine

71 notes · View notes

wwrenwrites · 2 years ago

Text

Jason Todd x Filipino! reader headcanons

A/n: i don’t care if this will be my most flopped post, I had to do God’s work

He would LOVE Filipino food

Jason is pretty open with food considering he has traveled frequently for work.

Being accustomed to seeing rice available even if it’s high in carbs lol. Started as a pancit (stir fried noodles) boy to a BIG garlic rice boy ever since you’ve introduced him to it.

Could see him really liking champorado (chocolate rice porridge) for some reason, since there is something so homey about it. Plus it’s not that sweet. He definitely have tried it with tuyo (salted dried fish) when you mentioned it but prefers it just the champorado alone.

Jason enjoys Jollibee most specifically the fried chicken, both of you have movie nights with a bucket on the coffee table with pineapple juice or alcohol. Would find Filipino spaghetti ‘meh’ cause it’s a bit too sweet for his liking but he wouldn’t mind it after a few more tries since there’s that child-like taste that makes it addicting.

Would 100% love lumpiang shanghai (Filipino spring rolls) and quotes as he explains it to Roy or any of his brothers ‘a way better version of Chinese spring rolls’, just like how you told him. He stops craving for the usual spring rolls if you guys go for Chinese take outs from then on.

Despite what the media depicts of having adobo (soy sauce & vinegar chicken stew), sinigang (tamarind stew) or ube hyped. He does think Filipino food is still very underrated compared to Thai, Chinese, Japanese etc.

Could also see him enjoying clear soup stews like pork sinigang & bulalo (clear soup with beef shanks & bone marrow) because of the homey taste versus the flavored stews but he definitely still enjoys them (also see him being a big kare- kare (peanut butter stew) lover by your influence.

Like every other man, he would be a sucker for San Miguel beer. He knew about it even before both of you were dating since there is a small Filipino town in Gotham. Considering he goes to different bars from time to time. He would enjoy the concept of food on sizzling plate but it would take time for him to actually try exotic street food specially Balut (duck embryo) lol. But he’s down for it!

Spicy White Boy

Canon- wise, he knows Portuguese and there are lots of similar words with Spanish. Which I’m sure he knows maybe the most basic and common sense ones; so Jason understanding a good amount of Tagalog shouldn’t be surprising but would baffle you when you find out he started learning bit by bit for you.

It is very impressive indeed, there are not a lot of good resources in studying it. However, Jason is a Wayne and if his father was able to learn Kryptonian. He would easily be in a level of fluency by time.

And being the intelligent simp he is. He would understand it in a good level in less than a year or two when both of you are pretty much ‘all in’ in the relationship. Especially when you brought up one time before you were both exclusive, that you were scared of the idea of your partner being left out in family events even if English is pretty much the second main language in the Philippines.

Though I feel he would have more confidence in trying to speak the language after a few more years including a few slangs cause he doesn’t want to handle the anxiety of being roasted by your family & friends even if he obviously has thick-ass skin.

You keep telling him that he has already won his parents approval (too fast) when he swoon them with just the use of ‘po’ and ‘opo’ the first time meeting them. Plus the very occasional whispers of ‘gwapo’ , handsome, or ‘matangkad’, tall, here and there would give him a mix of a sheepish ego boost.

Culture Differences

THE ‘NO SHOES IN THE HOUSE’ RULE is a mutual practice that both of you have no problem doing. It has always been a routine for Jason when he gets home and right away he would wash up just so he could be in bed with you.

The no shoes rule seems to be only followed by Alfred when he drops by with groceries for him in his apartment. It bewilders his siblings when he makes a big deal out of it even if they are just dropping by (uninvited as usual) but also more like so you wouldn’t get triggered if you get to meet them but frankly it triggers Jason more since he’s quite neat as a roomie (plus future hubby points too.)

THE FAMILY CULTURE in a Filipino household is usually a mix of chaos and laughter which Jason is quite familiar with but with your family he could tell how close all of you are from all the frequent get together celebrations or holiday trips.

But also he was told a few times from some neighborhood titos (uncle) when he was still in the streets that the number 1 rule when dating a pinoy (shortened term for Filipino) is if you’re ‘dating a Filipino you’re also dating their whole family.’ You even tell him when you show pictures of your immediate relatives and family, that it’s basically a whole village if you include your extended relatives which shocks him even more. You don’t even know who are all your aunts or uncles names nor your second cousins.

You gave him a heads up and number of pointers to Jason when you were both talking about your families plus the never ending group pictures and selfies that awaits. You get worried if he would be overwhelmed even if he tells you, “Doll, don’t worry you literally met mine” “It’s not the same.” With a kiss on your forehead and the cute pout he loves still present.

He immediately gets interrogated and compliments which takes him a back getting him a bit shy. Would vibe with your cousins and would be forced to sing. The karaoke machine playing till midnight, the never ending food being offered in his plate but also your baby cousins getting attached to him which you greatly adore. He would purposely annoy you with flirty gestures in front of your cousins just for you to swat his arm or his biceps multiple times getting a reaction from your comments mixed of ‘yiee’ or ‘landi!’(flirt).

SOUVENIRS in Filipino is pasalubong, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re materialistic it’s more of the thought when a person is away; may it be for family & friends.

Jason bringing home food or snacks when he goes out or something unique when coming from a long mission for you has been natural. You don’t expect him to always bring something home for you of course. Fortunately, Jason loves spoiling you and seeing you sulk when you rummage his duffle bag filled with used clothes and is helmet is too cute. Plus, this is definitely one of the first words he would understand besides the word ‘makulit’ (a neutral connotation of annoying, cheeky, and naughty combined.) and other cuss words.

The first time Jason brings you to the Wayne manor Alfred and Bruce immediately doesn’t see you as a threat especially with a bottle of wine or fruits as formalities. You panic a bit when both of you weren’t able to bring anything to the manor every time you go after that, he has to reassure you it’s fine. Though he appreciates and finds it adorable on how much his family becomes fond of you because of how genuine you are.

When you and Jason travel, you would be having an extra luggage for goodies and shopping and would get endless teasing from Jason. You would tease him back though if he needs something but you would also use his luggage as well if needed for everything you bought.

#jason todd #redhood #jason todd x reader #redhood outlaws #redhood x reader #jason todd headcannons #jason todd x y/n #batboys #jason todd x poc!reader #jason todd x southeastasian! reader #jason todd x asian reader #jason todd x fem! reader #dc universe #jason todd headcanon

148 notes · View notes

cyb-rdva · 1 year ago

Note

Hi,

So like I saw ur post and like, this isn’t forced or anything but if you wanna do this request is up to you. If you do, take your time! (I’m ranting sorry)

Anyways, could I request Karma Akabane with a s/o that gets like super nervous when reading out loud or doing a presentation? Like they freeze up and start picking at skin tabs (??) on their fingers/nails?

I really struggle with this and saying no so I ended up having to read a big part of a presentation and it was so awkward (T . T)

Take care and remember to eat & stay hydrated!!

I feel you sm, I get so shaky and awkward too when I read out loud or if I do presentations, it's such a pain T-T

Stage Fright!

Karma akabane x Reader

Whereas karma's s/o who's usually all calm and collected gets super nervous and shaky when speaking infront of a crowd.

Is really supportive and would get all defensive when someone laughs at you, if they keep laughing though... Best believe that he'd be in detention or even get suspended for a week.

Cheers you up whenever you'd have a scheduled presentation, he'd tease you about it but not to the point you'd end up crying.

If it's like a presentation where you'd call someone to answer a question that you've discussed (reporting here in the Philippines) then he'd always be the one to always raise his hand.

If you've finished and you get all shaky, he'd hold you to help stop the shaking.

The teacher finally had called for your name, it was time to present your work at the front, the time felt like it had stopped ticking and the world became dark.

The feeling of their eyes glued onto you as they watched you approach the front was shivering, scary.

As you breathe out and stood at front, it was as if you were in a roof looking down at the height, it was pretty awkward.

It made your hands shake, The paper you were holding made it evident as it trembled alot at your grasp, everything feels heavy.

Karma's eyes were glued to yours, not leaving it for one bit as if he was hoping for you to look back at him, wishing it would soothe your fear. And once you did, you felt at ease, it was helping atleast.

The presentation ended pretty fast, you quickly sat down on your seat beside karma, your hands and breath all shaky and a cold, but what's important was

"it's finally all done"

#akabane karma #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom #anime headcanons #headcanon #assclass #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #x reader

56 notes · View notes

beautyandhealthtips123 · 2 years ago

Text

Tom's of Maine Aluminum-Free Wicked Cool Natural Deodorant for Kids, Freestyle

WHAT YOU'LL GET: Three 1.6-ounce sticks of Tom's of Maine Wicked Cool. Natural Antiperspirant Deodorant for Kids in Freestyle Scent. See more...

0 notes

jedimemories · 1 month ago

Text

Just can't help writing Randall being hurt and my OC Liezel is comforting him!

I guess I was inspired by some artwork of @randall-simp-nadt88 called Meltdown but I'm making a bit different context in my short story. (I'm been thinking of writing it a long time ago but I don't have time until now.)

Also it's a bit similar to my rp idea if Liezel meet with Randall when she's 15 years old. Sadly I'm still waiting for response.

---

Few days later that Randall runs away from arrest, he secretly again sneaked inside Monsters Inc and entered throughout the green wooden door that leading him to Philippines.

Eventually he's randomly run into someone's closet and meet the shocked teenage girl who's later get interested in him. Liezel Aquino decided that it's better to him to stay ather place when they're alone. She's introduced herself and Randall somehow do the same thing. A Filipino girl asked him to tell him more about himself.

Liezel listened carefully and didn't judge him. Once Randall gets really furious as she entered the room.

A short teenage girl with short black hair and brown eyes, tan skin who's wearing green t-shirt and short jeans and green sandals with yellow stripes rushed towards her room. Liezel watching Randall getting an a emotion breakdown. "Lizard guy, what's up?" she asked softly. Randall was furious. "I always never good enough! Nobody's cares about me!" he shouted. Liezel trembled nervously. He started crying. "I can't breathe… My heart hurts… I hate myself so much. Kill me please." Liezel watched him as he holding his chest and then looked at him while Randall stared at the girl with begging eyes full of tears.

Liezel comes closer and giving him a hug. "It's not a option. No matter what happened, you don't have to go suicidal. You're worth living, Randall." "Don't act like you know how it's like! I never good enough. I can't be as good as Sullivan." Randall pushed her away. "You don't have to be like Sullivan. Be yourself. Imagine if you could use your talent of inventor for good?" Lie patted his head. Randall lowered his head. "I did a lot of bad things. They're never accept me back anyway." "What if I help you with your anger issues?" a teenager suggests. "Why would you do that?" he wondered. "Because I feel we're could become a good friends." Lie smiles. Randall blinked. He remembered when he meet with Mike Wazowski back than in thr university and said something similar to him. "No, I'm not really a good friend…" Randall walked awaysnd turned away from Liezel. "I'm sorry if I'm hurted your feelings by something." she sighed. Randall glances at her again. He felt broken but he somehow wanted her to stay. Randall never apologing for his anger towards others but right now he thought he would be ready to said it out loud but Lie understands it without words. "Liezel, right?" he asked the teen. "Yeah, you can call me Lie. I think you need a nap." she smiles. "I guess you're right." he snuggled into her a bit. A teenager giggled. "You can rest on the sofa. Maybe you want something?" she asked. "I'm not sure." he replied. "I have a thin blanket if you want." she spoke again. "Why you're kind to me?" he was about to cry again. "Because I believe that kindness and love more powerful than harted and anger." "I hope it's true." Randall sobbed. "Oh, you poor thing. You're so stressed." Lie hugged him. "Uhm, thanks." he said through sobbing. "Not problem, lizard guy."

(Sorry it's short or if it's not that good. By the way I cried myself several times because I'm still mad at that my dad reminds me of the times when I'm failed at something. I can't change anything because of my eyesight disability. And it's sad and not fair. If he didn't compared me to someone all the time.)

#randall boggs #monsters at work #mike wazowski #james p sullivan #original character #short story #hurt/comfort #friendship

6 notes · View notes

sleepershell · 10 months ago

Text

Some General Marauders Era Headcanons

NOT canon compliant (I don’t care about jk shitface’s canon lol)

Regulus Black (the main character as far as I’m concerned)

~ French, I mean cmon the Black family motto is toujours pur for gods sake. He absolutely speaks French. Other than that, they can be traced to German (Walburga’s side) and English heritage.

~cis bi boy (sapiosexual?)

~ c-ptsd, depression

~ messy curly medium-length hair, long nimble fingers, one of those people with a few lovely moles in choice locations, slutty waist, angular jaw, kind of set in eyes, not tall but a bit taller than Sirius

~ most dogs freak him out (lol oof)

Sirius Black

~ french (& English, German) ofc.

~ amab queer, omnisexual mlm

~c-ptsd, adhd

~ wavy long black hair, also a slutty waist, not very tall, squinty eyes, latently a little muscular

~ big believer in a leather jacket

James Potter

~ I stan desi Potter. But also love the idea of Euphemia being Greek per her name so Jamie boy is part Greek and part Pakistani on Fleamont’s side. He only speaks English but has some terms and things from both Greek and Hindi.

~ cis bi guy

~adhd

~ needs glasses ofc, I imagine he’s super nearsighted.

~ super messy hair, lean and muscular, medium tall

~ red converse wearer

Remus Lupin

~ Welsh, English, and Portuguese. He speaks only English.

~ amab, queer, demisexual?

~ anxiety

~ chronic pain from wolf injuries

~ scarred all over, light brown hair, tan, he’s the tallest, skinny but not lacking muscle, limps sometimes and often needs to stretch his sore muscles, hairy!!

~ always wearing a sweater

Peter Pettigrew

~ English & German. Speaks English.

~ cis, bi

~ anxiety, definitely does self-soothing movements

~ fat !! no skinny wormtail in this house, wavy blonde hair, the cutest cheeks known to man, callouses on his hands and no one can figure out why

~ asthma

~ loves naps

Pandora Rosier

~ Another family who absolutely must be fluent French speakers. So I think they have some Afro-Caribbean on one side and the other is very much originally French. Speaks English and French.

~ cis fem, pansexual, demiromantic

~ autistic

~ hair is super light blonde and looooong in dreads, light blue eyes, brown skin, quite tall and thin, all her features are super delicate and lithe, she’s kind of otherworldly tbh but she certainly doesn’t act so she’s got quite the mad scientist competitive streak

~ amazing at charms

Evan Rosier

~ Afro-Caribbean, French, English. Speaks English and French.

~ he/they, omnisexual (and by that I mean he fucks everyone ha-hey)

~ super light blonde hair either cropped or in a protective style, brown skin, light brown eyes, braces, dead average build, but still suave af don’t be mistaken everyone wants this kid, not hairy

Lily Evans

~ English and Scottish, speaks English.

~ cis gal, questioning but likely demisexual

~ fat!!, straight-ish red hair ofc, freckles, green eyes, cute small chubby hands, radiant smile

Barty Crouch Jr.

~ English, speaks English and all curse words in every language he could get people to teach them in.

~ queer amab bisexual

~ I won’t begin to try to dissect the workings of Barry’s brain but depression could be a start

~ eidetic memory

~ needs reading glasses? but like most of the time they’re not on him or they’re broken. so he just like uses his crazy big brain to just remember stuff or else he mostly never reads outside of studying times

~ brown hair but whenever he gets the chance he buzzes or dyes it green for fun, stick and pokes and self done piercings, tall but not Remus tall, lean muscular, hairy ass legs

Dorcas Meadowes

~ Ethiopian and English. Speaks English.

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ dark skin, black hair often in long braids, dark eyes, athletic curvy build, long fingers

~ literally prodigy herbologist, also amazing at potions and divination

Marlene McKinnon

~ Filipino!!!!!!!!!!!! speaks English and Filipino (maybe some of another regional language of the Philippines).

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ adhd, depression

~ lactose intolerant

~ short queen, freckles, dyed blonde but def experiments with color and cut, usually straight or a little wavy, muscular but it doesn’t really show she just seems kinda thin, some stick and pokes, several ear piercings

~ wears red cowboy boots, studded belts, low rise, cut up t shirts, hats

Mary Macdonald

~ Brazilian on one side and South African & English on the other. Speaks English and Portuguese.

~ cis girl, bisexual

~ ehler’s danlos syndrome

~ wears her dark hair natural curly, curvy, average height, belly button pierced, huge gorgeous smile, adorable button nose

lol

Severus Snape

~English and Polish. Speaks English.

~ cis, hetero

~ depression, anxiety

~ straight long black hair, pale, Remus tall, fairly average weight, dark eyes, strong nose

~wears mostly black

~ amazing at potions

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #severus snape #dorcas meadowes #myreggie

35 notes · View notes

kulay-ng-banaag · 4 months ago

Text

At some point, this fandom needs to take a good, hard look at its own internalized colorism, and unpack that sh*t instead of actively othering proudly brown Asians like this.

Yes, it’s true that there remains a strong obsession for white skin in the Philippines. I even internalized it growing up. It took a LONG TIME for me to unpack it, but ask yourselves if you think that dark-skinned people — whether they be black or other brown folks like Latin Americans, Pacific Islands, South Asians, other SEAsians, EVEN THE OCCASIONAL EASIAN WITH A NICE, NATURAL TAN (I’ve spotted folks like that while touring Osaka) — are ugly and need fixing. If you wouldn’t, then why are you still beating yourself up for a beauty trend initiated by capitalists who do not care about you?

Yes, it’s true that the successful marketing of white skin as the ideal cannot be mutually exclusive from the deeply-embedded colonial mentality. Ironically, it’s also lowkey misleading if only because there was an existing notion since precolonial times (see: the Visayan Binukot). I do want to add a couple of nuances to the Binukot reference: (1) Comprehending that people living in shaded seclusion prevents their skin from darkening, and thereby making it an essential part of the process in preserving the ideal beauty, is NOT the same as going white so as to integrate oneself into the white race; (2) What counted as fair skin back then is unlikely to be the exact same as we understand it in contemporary times (a very light beige & the warm undertone is clear vs porcelain white with a pink undertone popularized by P*nd’s ads).

Disappointed but not surprised — but exceptionally pissed enough to rant this out to the wild.

#sibuyas

8 notes · View notes

eliasmendoza · 2 years ago

Text

HPHL Character Sheet - Elias Mendoza

Oh hey hello! I would like to introduce my boy, Elias, to the world. I must point out that everything is still a work in progress, especially the plot but here we go.

Information under the cut!

I. THE BASICS

Name: Rafael Elias Anastacio Mendoza y Mangubat Nickname: Elias Gender: Male Birth Date: 31 May Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ Species: Human Blood Status: Half-blood Sexuality: Gay Alignment: Neutral Good Ethnicity: Asian Nationality: Filipino Residence: Laguna, Philippines / Brighton, England

---

II. MAGIC

Wand: Elder, Phoenix Feather, 14 1/2 inches, Hard

The truth is that only a highly unusual person will find their perfect match in elder, and on the rare occasion when such a pairing occurs, [Ollivanders] take it as certain that the witch or wizard in question is marked out for a special destiny.

Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

A wand of [hard] flexibility is very difficult to work with and its loyalty is not won easily. Hard wands are great for complex and advanced levels of magic, so beginning wizards and witches may find extra difficulty with this wand when it doesn’t perform well for simple magic. As such, this type of wand is best suited for wizards and witches who are gifted, stubborn, and never give up. Owners of this wand also have a tendency to view things in absolutes; black or white. Some people may find them intimidating or difficult to approach.

Animagus/Patronus: Philippine Eagle

Patronus Memory: Christmas in the village with his mother

Bogart: The deaths of his friends and family in the hands of the Spanish friars and militia

Ridikulus: Lavish and hearty parties with his friends and family

Miscellaneous Magical Abilities:

Legilimency and Occlumency Legilimency and occlumency have long been hereditary powers passed down each generation of the Mendoza family. Elias was able to harness his abilities to its full potential by the time he turned 12 years old.

Animagus (Philippine eagle) It becomes tradition in the family and the village that every successor to the title of Supremo��becomes well-versed in every type of magic detailed by the predecessors of the title. One part of this tradition is to become an Animagus by the age of 10.|

Wandless magic Elias, like the rest of his family, learned to harness their magic without wands at an early age. However, at Hogwarts, he was required to use a wand, which he had initial difficulty with but managed to use.

Celestial divination Every Supremo aspirant has to be a master of the art of divination. Elias’ best application of the craft is in the field of celestial divination. Living in a mountain village grants him wider access to the nightsky compared to living in the city.

Amortentia (What Elias smells like vs. what Elias smells):

---

III. APPEARANCE

Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: Atom Araullo

youtube

Singing Voiceclaim: Josh Groban Singing Vocal Type: Tenor Height: 6'0 Weight: 175 lbs. Physique: Mesomorphic Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Skin Tone: Tan Body Modifications: None Scarring: Scar on his right eye area from his escape with his mother from their village during the Revolution

---

IV. PERSONALITY

Intelligent - Elias is intellectually gifted with a natural need to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, which comes especially handy when it comes to wanting to explore various aspects of magic.

Charismatic - Elias's gentlemanly charm and aura somehow draws people to him (even the people he doesn't care for very much *ehem Leander Prewett ehem*) but

Gentle - Around people he’s closest with, Elias comfortably shows the kind and gentle person he is. He does the same thing with his patients whenever he volunteers at the Hospital Wing alongside his mother. The head matron of the Hospital Wing once told Ma. Aurora that Elias’ bedside manner was admirable for someone his age and that could be a great Healer one day if he chose to become one because of it.

Self-Reliant - In order to help his mother worry less about him at Hogwarts, Elias self-enforces a self-reliant attitude to make sure she worries less about him. He does, on rare occasions, show light frustration about his seeming inability to indulge. On the other hand, during troubling times, he tends to close off his problems from others so that he doesn't bother others with his problems. Elias tends to repress his emotions in order to put something else that he believes is more important first like his duties to learn and to help his mother when he can. It comes to a point that he forgets that being able to be in touch with how he feels is part of taking care of himself. At worst, his emotions bottle up until they blow up and he lashes out at others.

Hardworking - In relation to his self-reliance, Elias works hard whenever he has a goal he wants to achieve. He maintains his dilligence constantly and does all that he can to make sure his goals are met ethically.

Grateful - Because he was given refuge at Hogwarts with his mother, he makes it a point to excel in his education at school as a sort of debt of gratitude for the Board of Governors allowing him and his mother to reside at the school. This “debt of gratitude” ideology and can at times push Elias beyond his limits to a point that he forgets to take care of himself.

---

V. ALLEGIANCES Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Affiliations/Organizations: Ang Konseho ng Mahika ng Nayon ni Maria (Tagalog, lit. “The Council of Magic of Maria’s Village”), previously

Professions:

Volunteer at the Hospital Wing (during Hogwarts years)

Curse-breaker for Gringotts

---

VI. HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiency: Astronomy: ★★★★★★★★★★ Charms: ★★★★★★★★★★ DADA: ★★★★★★★★★★ Divination: ★★★★★★★★★★ Flying: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ Herbology: ★★★★★★★★★★ History of Magic: ★★★★★★★★★☆ Magical Theory: ★★★★★★★★★★ Potions: ★★★★★★★★★★ Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives: Alchemy: ★★★★★★★★★★ Ancient Studies: ★★★★★★★★★★ Arithmancy: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ Care of Magical Creatures: ★★★★★★★★★★ Music: ★★★★★★★★★★

Best Subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts His adeptness at martial magic can be credited to his skill and learning from back home. He uses his knowledge from then to build on what he learns now to come out with more powerful offences and defences.

Favourite Subjects: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and Magical Theory

Favourite Teacher: Professor Eleazar Fig. Fig has been with Elias since the start of Elias' journey in Hogwarts. In a way, Fig became a sort of paternal figure to Elias, which the latter deeply appreciated.

Worst Subjects: Flying Elias isn't bad at flying on a broomstick, but it's not his best class either. He's just meh.

Least Favourite Subject: History of Magic As much as Elias understands the importance of history in any field, the way this class is taught throws this course right to the very bottom of his list.

Least Favourite Teacher: Professor Cuthbert Binns. Enough said.

---

VII. RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Ma. Aurora Leonor Mendoza y Mangubat Ma. Aurora is the current Supremo and shaman (also known as babaylan in Tagalog) of the village coven who taught Elias everything he knew about magic. Ma. Aurora is extremely proficient in charms, transfiguration, divination, herbology, potions, alchemy, martial magic, and most especially, healing. Medical magic has been her greatest strength as a wielder of magic.

Ma. Aurora is a single mother. Her husband Victor Saturnino Mendoza y del Rosario, died in action when he succumbed to his wounds mere minutes after being severely injured by Spanish guards in a battle to free one of the nearby non-magical towns when Elias was only a toddler. (NOTE: ”Ma.” is short for “Maria”)

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Best/Closest Canon Friends:

Sebastian Sallow

Anne Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Amit Thakkar

Natsai Onai

Poppy Sweeting

Garreth Weasley

Imelda Reyes

Samantha Dale

Best/Closest OC Friend: Cassius Shade (made by my closest friend uwu)

OC Friends:

Daniel Gibson (@catohphm)

Maya Catapang (@sallowslytherin)

William Sherrot (@thisconfusedginger)

If you guys want to be friends with Elias, hit me up! I'd love that. Elias is a sweetheart who deserves friends. 🥹

Other Acquaintances:

Leander Prewett NOTE: Elias doesn't particularly care for Leander, to put it lightly; Leander has an unrequited crush on Elias.

Andrew Larson

Everett Clopton

Enemy:

Ranrok

Victor Rookwood

Theophilus Harlow

Dormmates:

Cassius Shade

Amit Thakkar

Everett Clopton

Andrew Larson

Pets: Cesar, a stray kneazle he found on rainy day at Hogsmeade in Year 3.

---

VIII. PERSONAL TRIVIA

Elias developed a liking for hot chocolate in Britain as it reminded him of tsokolate tablea from back home in the Philippines. (More on it in the miscellaneous section).

Elias is a talented musician. He's especially gifted on the piano, guitar, and the bandurria (as in Marcin Patrzalek levels of gifted). Elias also has an incredible tenor singing voice. He trained in music as a child but still plays music once in a while to release stress. He'd never admit to it, but he uses these talents to make potential lovers swoon. *ehem Sebastian ehem*

Speaking of Sebastian and music, Elias once played music for Sebastian on his guitar. He played Frederick Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2 on the guitar because Elias thinks this song describes the joy and love he feels for Sebastian. 🥹

youtube

---

IX. BACKGROUND/HISTORY (WORK IN PROGRESS!!!!)

WARNING: Canon revisionism and mentions of the Spanish colonial period in the Philippines are in effect. If you feel strongly against it, well, kindly submit a complaint to 1-800-I-DONT-CARE.

Pre-Hogwarts:

Childhood

Elias Mendoza was born and raised in the village of Ang Nayon ni Maria (Tagalog, lit. “Maria’s Village”) located in Mount Makiling in Laguna, Philippines. His mother, Ma. Aurora Leonor Mendoza y Mangubat, the current Supremo (Tagalog, lit. “Supreme”) of the coven of the village, was among the last magical users of their village and the keeper and teacher of the knowledge of the ancient magical arts of their ancestors. Ma. Aurora, his mother, acted as his teacher in the various disciplines of magic.

At an early age, Elias was capable of using magic and was able to develop his powers. Manifesting those powers and being the only child of the family meant he would one day take over for his mother and bear the responsibility in his village and his bloodline of being the next Supremo. At this time, he was taught various fields of magic that would be essential to his ascension to Supremo, such as transfiguration, potions and alchemy, divination, healing magic, caring for magical beasts, charms, and even the dark arts and how to defend against it.

Pre-Philippine Revolution

When Elias was 10 years old, the foundations of the Philippine Revolution were being put into place. This was putting everybody in danger, even the village his coven was part of. Because any sort of “witchcraft" and "magic” was persecuted by the Catholic clergy, Elias and Ma. Aurora became targets. (The erasure of these parts of the country's precolonial culture and beliefs were kindling to the motivations for the eventual Revolution in 1896.)

The village council heard that soldiers from opposing and oppressive Spanish forces against the Filipinos were planning to kill Elias and Ma. Aurora,. they decided it was best to have mother and son flee the country and seek refuge with allies abroad.

Before they left, Elias and Ma. Aurora packed some of their most valuable items and memorabilia from their house, including multiple volumes of manuscripts on Philippine magic, family trinkets and tokens, and many more. Elias also chose to save his father's glasses and use them as his own.

While they were escaping, Elias sustained an injury on the area of his right eye after he was shot at by a Spanish soldier. The soldier missed and shot a window by accident, but the glass from the window scratched Elias' face and left him with a permanent scar. His eye did not sustain any injuries.

Life in England

Elias and Ma. Aurora were taken in by their coven ally Marcelo Roman de la Iglesias y Alonzo. Marcelo is a newspaper illustrator, and Herbology author specializing in the magical properties of Philippine flora. Marcelo was also an Ilustrado, a member of the Filipino educated class during the Spanish colonial era, who was living in Brighton, England.

It took 3 years for Elias and his mom to adjust to life in England but they learned the British ways of life enough to get by from being able to use British currency to speaking basic English. To pass the time in refuge, he spent his time in Marcelo’s library, reading all the books he could find on herbology, ancient history, and everything about magic. He also helped out his mother with taking care of Marcelo’s greenhouse while Marcelo took good care of them.

Another Filipino and coven ally residing in Madrid, Fernando Realonda de Guzman, visited Elias, Ma. Aurora, and Marcelo to deliver the grave news that the village has been destroyed by the Spanish militia and that there were no survivors.

When Marcelo realized that he can no longer keep Elias and Ma. Aurora safe in his residence because rumors were afloat of the Mendozas’ survival and whereabouts in Brighton, he reached out to friends in the British Ministry of Magic and in the Hogwarts Board of Governors to help secure refuge for the mother-and-son duo at Hogwarts, believing that they will be safe at the castle while Marcelo began to pack up and move to Madrid with Fernando for the time being.

Hogwarts Years:

Year 3

When Elias turned 13, the Hogwarts Board of Governors granted refuge to Elias and Ma. Aurora, thanks to Marcelo’s connections to the school. In exchange for refuge, Elias must enroll at Hogwarts and complete his education all the way to Year 7 without failing his classes, while Ma. Aurora must use her abilities in healing as an assistant matron in the Hospital Wing.

Hogwarts sent Magical Theory Professor Eleazar Fig to help Elias adjust to western magic and even with the use of a wand. Elias only had a few weeks to learn before he, his mother, and Professor Fig departed for Hogwarts.

Elias was the last to be sorted in the Sorting Ceremony as he was the oldest and was sorted into Ravenclaw.

In the first few months of Hogwarts, he had a hard time adjusting to life at Hogwarts. Sure, he managed to even defeat a classmate (*ehem Sebastian Sallow ehem*) on his first day of class at Defense Against the Dark Arts but it was still difficult to manage using a wand. He also had a difficult time making friends as well since he entered his Hogwarts education very late. He even felt like none of the three years he spent adjusting to British life prepared him for what life at Hogwarts would be like. On the plus side of things, he was on amicable terms at first with his dormmates, which grew into a brotherhood he needed to keep going at Hogwarts.

Anne Sallow was actually one of Elias' first friends. She made the first move and pretty much integrated Elias into all of her friend activities with her twin brother Sebastian (whose ass Elias whipped in a duel quite earlier) and her other best friend, Ominis Gaunt. Initially, Ominis was rather guarded around Elias but warmed up to him when Elias was playing some rather beautiful Ave Maria in the music room one day. Elias and Ominis bonded over classical music and eventually became friends.

youtube

Year 4

The news of Anne Sallow's cursing broke Elias' heart. Anne was such a dear friend and a kind soul that he couldn't understand what sort of monster would want to harm Anne. Anne's absence from school left a hole in Elias' friend group that was noticed by everyone.

Elias realized that he was falling in love with the charming, intelligent, and charismatic Slytherin by the name of Sebastian Sallow. Sebastian was his best friend ever since Elias bested him within 10 seconds during their first duel at DADA on Elias' first day. Sebastian was one of the few people kind enough to reach out to Elias and be friends with him right off the bat. It was also Sebastian who made the most effort to get to know Elias and spend time with him as much as he could.

One fall afternoon from a trip to Hogsmeade, as they sat near the waterside and enjoyed some sweets, Sebastian and Elias had a conversation that led to an accidental revelation of love (from Sebastian). Elias was scared, knowing that he felt the same for Sebastian but didn't know if reciprocating was the best idea. For once, Elias chose to act with his heart and kissed Sebastian. Sebastian kissed the boy back as they held on to each other, not wanting to let each other go. After a while, they decided to give the idea of them a shot and become boyfriends.

Because Anne was still ill from her curse, Elias felt a bit of guilt for, as he would put it, indulging in a relationship with his friend's brother who was worrying over Anne on another level. Anne, however, had a feeling Elias and Sebastian would somehow end up together. Her being right was perhaps what made her crack a smile the day that her brother and her best friend visited her in Feldcroft.

Ma. Aurora knew of Elias’ relationship with Sebastian through her mother's intuition and the fact that Sebastian suspiciously started volunteering at the Hospital Wing after the two boys got together. He expected his mother to berate him for such a taboo, but was surprised that his mother did not care that Elias fell in love with a man. She knew that her relationship with her son mattered more over what society had to say about Elias and Sebastian, especially during a time when she knew she could lose her son at any time. She chose to be there for her son no matter what.

Year 5

At age 15, the world around him began to change as he started developing (quite rapidly) a different form of magic that had been rather latent: the use of an ancient magic that has never been seen for centuries. He learned that he had this ability on his journey back to Hogwarts after visiting London with Professor Fig to help secure his school supplies for his fifth year.

When Anne Sallow, Sebastian's twin sister, was teetering into a critical medical condition and was losing her life slowly but surely, Sebastian was at a tipping point and was close to using an ancient dark relic that may or may not have the ability to save Anne at the expense of Sebastian's humanity.

Ma. Aurora, Ominis, Amit Thakkar, and Natsai Onai, through the ancient manuscripts that the matron was able to save, found an ancient Filipino ritual that would allow a curse to be transferred back to its caster as long as the caster is living. Elias chose to participate in the ritual with his mother in order to save Anne Sallow, while Sebastian and Ominis waited outside the Hospital Wing anxiously. The ritual produced a specter of an dark and mangy street dog, ridden with ticks that carried the curse that haunted Anne. Ma. Aurora commanded the dog to find Victor Rookwood and infect him. The curse was successful, given how Victor Rookwood was constantly in pain upon his final confrontation with Elias outside Olivanders.

Solomon Sallow was obliviated, removing any memory he had of the battle at the catacombs, to protect Elias' and Sebastian's enrollment status at the school. Matilda Weasley was made aware of the situation but chose to shelf the incident, happy that Anne Sallow was saved but concerned over Elias and Sebastian's journey to achieve it. Professor Weasley granted mercy to the boys but warned them that she will not take future dalliances with dark magic as leniently next time.

Elias' final battle with Ranrok was watched by Sebastian (who was anxious the entire time and frustrated over not being able to do anything to help), Amit, Ominis (who relied on Amit's narration of events), the wheelchair-bound Natty, Poppy, and Garreth in the Map Chamber with the other professors. When the professors moved in to help battle the goblin armies, Herbology professor Mirabel Garlick and Deek the house-elf were tasked to watch over Elias' friends as they all watched the battle unfold on the floors of the Map Chamber. It seemed all hope was nearly lost when Elias sustained a critical hit from Ranrok's dragon, but Elias was able to strike back and win the battle for good.

To this day, nobody knows if Elias took the power of the repository for himself or if he let it lie where it lay.

Elias' victory over Ranrok in the final battle of the repository cost him his mentor, Professor Fig, who died peacefully in Elias' arms. The professors found them and were shocked and heartbroken to see their colleague and friend dead. Elias grieved, feeling as if his only father figure has been ripped away from him.

Eventually, Elias and Sebastian found time to process all the events that happened to them together and talk about their future. After everything they went through, they decided to stick together and keep going.

Post-Hogwarts:

Elias eventually graduated at the top of his class and found a job as a Curse-breaker for Gringotts. He and Sebastian eventually decide to move (with Ominis) to London to be closer to work. The trio, along with Ministry poacher hunters Natty and Poppy, astronomer Amit, chaser Imelda, and the rest of the gang, would get together once in a while to catch up and have fun like they were kids again.

Given how he and his mother no longer had the Village to return to, they decided it was best to have new lives in England. Ma. Aurora stayed at Hogwarts and continued her work as an assistant matron and eventually became the head matron of the Hospital Wing. She couldn't place a finger on it, but working as a healer seemed to give her more peace than when she was the head of the coven; and so, she chose the more peaceful path in her life. She eventually tutors Anne Sallow, who chooses to become a healer herself at Hogwarts after much work experience at St. Mungo's. Elias still kept in touch with his mother.

Elias eventually married Sebastian and they had three children: two boys (Eleazar Alfonso and Santiago Vittorio) and a girl (Leonora Anne), with the latter two being named after Eleazar Fig; Elias' father, Victor; Elias’s mother, Ma. Aurora Leonor; and, Anne Sallow, respectively. Eleazar and Leonora were sorted into Ravenclaw while the middle child Santiago was put in Slytherin.

After exciting careers that took them around the world, the two settled in Brighton. They settled in the home that was previously owned by Elias' old family friend, Marcelo de la Iglesias, after the latter chose to settle in Paris, France permanently.

When life calmed down for Elias and Sebastian as the kids grew up, It was during this time that Elias decided to turn all of what he learned of the ancient magic he learned from his former coven and from his time as a Keeper of ancient magic at Hogwarts into a book, supported by Sebastian and his intensive habit cross-referencing. The notes have been completed and a manuscript was finished, shelved away with hopes to turn them into a book.

---

X. ETYMOLOGICAL/REFERENTIAL TRIVIA

Elias’ village, Ang Nayon ni Maria (Maria’s Village), is hidden remotely away in Mount Makiling in the province of Laguna. The village acted as a place of refuge for many magical families. The name Maria is a reference to Maria Makiling, the mountain guardian and deity who protects the aforementioned mountain and its bounty.

Elias developed a liking for hot chocolate in Britain as it reminded him of tsokolate tablea from back home in the Philippines. Tablea are (literally) tablets of roasted, ground, and molded fermented pure (100%) cacao beans. Preparation for tsokolate tablea is different from European hot chocolate, in which the end result of tsokolate tablea is a thicker and richer beverage compared to the European version.

Elias’ “debt of gratitude” is a reference to a common Filipino trait called “utang na loob”, which literally translates to “a debt of one’s inner self”. In Filipino psychology, “utang na loob” is an “accomodative surface value” wherein one accommodates what the world wants. “Utang na loob” is rooted in the essence of obligation to repay a debt that is beyond an ordinary debt or the Western notion of owing a favor. In Elias’ case, he’s attempting to repay debt that is impossible to quantify (ie. his being granted refuge at Hogwarts).

The ancient Filipino ritual Ma. Aurora uses to heal Anne is inspired by the 2022 Filipino-Irish psychological thriller film, Nocebo, directed by Lorcan Finnegan and starring Eva Green and Chai Fonacier. The film revolves around a children's fashion designer being plagued with an unknown illness and turns to a Filipino nanny who uses traditional folk healing methods "to reveal a horrifying truth" to her illness.

---

WRITER’S NOTES:

Hi all! So, thank you for making it this far. I’m sure to edit a bunch of stuff along the way so yeah. Plus, I’m literally fucking with the timeline here because I… honestly could not care enough about it lol.

I also couldn't bear the thought of Anne Sallow dying without a cure. I don't have the heart to just let her die like that so I did research on possible ways to cure Anne in Philippine mythology.

Again, if anyone wants their HPHL be friends with Elias, just hit me up or reblog this post and let me know!

#hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy profile #hphl #hphl mc #hphl oc #hogwarts legacy playable character #hogwarts legacy fanart #oc: elias mendoza #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x m!reader #so there hahaha that's that on that for now #i have tried and i hope this bodes well uwu

70 notes · View notes