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I see his inconsistencies and hypocrisies as genius writing on Larian Studios' part, considering he is the son of Mephistopheles, the Archdevil of Contradictions. It makes sense that he shares some personality traits with dear old dad.

The best part about this is he obviously hates his father, but he is so much like him.

The Lone Wanderer’s mother dies giving birth to them. Their father runs away leaving them stranded and alone, launched into a dangerous, cruel, and unforgiving world of monsters, both human and otherwise. 

Death, destruction, chaos, madness, brutality, gore, mutilation, agony, poverty, loss, and darkness. The Lone Wanderer witnesses these things and experiences their fair share of it personally.

And then, after crossing the entire hellish wasteland at least twice over, they find their father, only to have him taken away from them again. But this time it’s permanent. After crossing a ruined world of nuclear ash, their own father sacrifices himself and they have to watch him slowly die, powerless to stop it.

Their childhood friends disown them and banishes them from their own home. The man who murdered their father somehow lived. There alone in a world that will kill them even for being a morally just person.

And if you play Point Lookout, there’s a hallucination sequence that is especially creepy. You find ‘bubbleheads’ that read out mocking descriptions.

Intelligence: “Tsk. Tsk. Walked right into another trap. Exactly how stupid are you?“ 

Strength: “This is one situation you’re not going to be able to fight your way out of.“ 

Endurance: “Keep it up, you’re almost there… wherever ‘there’ may be… probably nowhere.“ 

Agility: “Isn’t it funny how everyone you get close to ends up leaving?“ 

Perception: “This doesn’t look right, not right at all.“ 

Charisma: “Blech. If my kid looked like that, I’d abandon it too.“ 

Luck: “Dead mother, life in a post-nuclear Wasteland and not a friend in it. Yeah, you aren’t exactly blessed.“ 

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basilio x reader

navi | trese m.list

content — nsfw, gn!reader, smut under the cut, mirror fucking, hinted blowjob, glasses kink(?), unedited

notes — is the trese fandom even still alive i havent heard fr them in a while help 😭 sorry this took so long! i kept it gender neutral for u i hope u enjoy :)

Summary: The actions of a street cat taught you to shoot your shot and approach the older Kambal. But it didn't necessarily mean you had to change into a cat yourself to get his attention. ...right?

Word Count: 1462 AO3 link

Relationships: Crispin x CatSigbin!Reader Category: F/M Characters: Manang Muning, Crispin, Basilio Languages used: English, Tagalog Author's Note: I saw @adarlingwrites's sigbin OC in her Tumblr and I thought, why not write a fic with a cat sigbin reader? And here we are. 'Sup Crispin simps, I dedicate this to you. I hc that he's fond of cats, but that will have to wait until the next chapter. Enjoy! Inspired by the song Around You by LOONA Hyunjin

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

I: Ang Suhol / The Bribe

Summary: Basilio visits an old friend.

Words: 3087 (Taglish), 3154 (English)

Characters: Basilio, Sabina (OC), Boots (OC), Agnes (OC), Jango (OC), Lukas (OC, mentioned only), Crispin (mentioned only), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Hank (mentioned only), Anton Trese (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: Filipino-English/Taglish, English

Warnings: Strong language, crude humor, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I couldn’t help myself and made a redo of this previous piece because I was so discontent with the composition lol. I added a thousand more words to the fic as well and expanded into Sab’s childhood experiences, more details about her band, a new band member, and more OC lore. English version of the dialogue and translations are also available for international readers below. I was planning to releas this alongside Weng and Izzie’s stories, but it’s taking too much time and I wanna publish this now!!!

Have some excerpts from a possible future fic I might write. I blame my mutuals on insta for urging me to ship them HAHAHAHA

TAGLISH DIALOGUE:

There are two words to describe this Tuesday afternoon: slow and relaxed.

White plastic tables line up on the gravel, each one hosting an assortment of goodies for sale. Some have stickers and prints, while some have old books, clothes, and other knick knacks. A few tables even sell food and refreshments. Siomai and pandan tea, which the locals affectionately call “pantea” are selling fast, and so did the isaw, betamax, and other grilled laman-loob served with spiced vinegar, their smoky aroma wafting throughout the college grounds.

The golden hour is passing at a sluggish pace, and the crisp February air made the afternoon even slower. Students, professors, and guests alike browsed at their own leisure in the cold weather. With class hours almost over, members of the local student council, dressed in black polo shirts with their organization’s logo on the breast, are going around inviting people to attend the benefit concert to be held Friday night at the parking lot.

It’s that time of the year again in Sabina Marie’s college: Fine Arts Month.

For some, like Sabina and company, it’s an opportunity to earn more money by signing up for the booths. They got invited to play at the college’s concert too, and they managed to score a spot on the last day of the university’s annual fair. On the bottom of the concert’s promotional post on Facespace is their band name: Gabi ng Kasalanan.

None of them could remember if Sabina’s social media handle inspired the name, or the reverse. It just happened.

Jango’s strumming his guitar, practicing for Friday’s set, while Agnes is in charge of the sales. Lukas still isn’t done with his photography class… which he had taken twice now, much to his professor’s dismay. Boots is uncharacteristically quiet as she works on the band’s promotional materials on her laptop; yesterday’s events might have something to do with it. Sabina’s unpacking the boxes of their comics, unsold leftovers from the last convention they attended months ago. She shakes the dust off of her hands after the last box has been emptied, and excuses herself to wash her hands.

While scrubbing the dirt from underneath her black fingernails, she thinks back to yesterday’s events.

Boots came running to her, looking distressed, saying that some folks from one of her part-time jobs are looking for her. Much to Sabina’s surprise, Boots’ employers are some distant friends… if she can still call them that after the incident at the Great Balete Tree.

It’s been years since she was involved in aswang activities with her clan, so a visit from Alexandra Trese and the Kambal was the last thing the rogue aswang expected.

Worse, they were working on a case involving aswang, and she’s a suspect. Trese interrogated her on university grounds too, drawing the wrong kind of attention to her. Had they brought a cop with them, she would’ve called her out for upholding her clan’s accords, but not the university’s. Sabina’s fellow band members tried to keep the mood light, especially Boots, but the encounter left them all spooked.

The rogue aswang would’ve been happy to see their faces again after so many years, if it wasn’t for her mother, the Reyna Manananggal, deciding to betray the Trese clan and side with House Villaceran.

Now she feels that she carries the weight of her mother’s decision too, despite being too young to have any say in it back then.

Sabina grimaces and decides not to dwell on it further.

On the way back, she sees Agnes speaking to a familiar figure, clad in black, and her heart rate skyrockets. Agnes turns to Sabina’s direction, searching for her friend, and her face lights up when she sees her.

“Sab! Manliligaw mo!” Agnes jokes, shouting loud enough for the other tables to hear.

Upon seeing Basilio, the Kambal with long hair, waving at her with that stupid, boyish smile on his face, Sabina’s shoulders tenses up. Much to her dismay, she feels her blood rushing to the apples of her cheeks.

“Why is he back? What the fuck, seryoso ba?” she mutters under her breath. She stomps her way back to their table. “Ulol gaga,” she says with humorous emphasis, “di ko yan manliligaw. Di ako naniniwala sa ligaw-ligaw.”

“There’s the Cynical Sab we know,” Boots comments offhand, chuckling.

Basilio greets her with a bright smile and hands behind his back. “Uy Sabina! Musta? Di tayo nakapag-usap ng ayos kahapon.”

“Basilio, bakit ka andito? Hindi ba sinabi ko na sa inyo, tahimik na buhay ko dito sa Epey,” she starts, craning her neck to look him in the eye. Sabina didn’t get the chance to look at them properly yesterday, not when Alexandra Trese’s interrogating her. His eyes are still as black as she remembers. “Bakit pa ako gagawa ng kalokohang ikakapahamak ko?”

“Uy chill, hindi to tungkol doon. Di ba pwedeng gusto ko lang mag catch-up sa kababata ko?”

Overhearing their conversation, Agnes and Boots lean in, while Jango scowls. Seeing Jango’s reaction, Boots swats at his shoulder, a warning for him to behave.

“Wait, childhood friends kayo?’’ Boots asks, curiosity piqued.

“Oo,” Basilio answers, while Sabina says a flat “Hindi” at the same time.

trese hcs when you’re awkward on your first meeting

ft. alexandra, crispin, basilio, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader, clumsy & easily flustered reader

notes — thank u for requesting, nonnie! i hope u dont mind me turning this into headcanons instead coz a oneshot would have been real shorttt

—alexandra trese

gets worried and wonders if she did something wrong

unintentionally worsens the situation

You were told that the Alexandra Trese was an attractive woman, but you weren’t warned that she was this attractive. You’ve genuinely never been so taken aback by such a beauty before that it caused the gears in your head to lock. A spontaneous brain fart took over, lasting much longer than it should, before you could realize you’ve been staring with your mouth hanging until a hand waved in front of your face.

“Um… are you alright?”

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

I: Ang Suhol / The Bribe

Summary: Basilio visits an old friend.

Words: 2048

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: Filipino-English/Taglish

Warnings: Strong language, crude humor

Author’s Notes: Gonna post this here on my main art account and reblog it to my writing account for archiving purposes. Whew, I’m not done translating the other fic yet, but I’ve been itching to write this! Have some excerpts from a possible future fic I might write. Contents are in Taglish, and I might translate it to full English at a later date if this picks up international readers.

I blame my mutuals on insta for urging me to ship them HAHAHAHA

Two words to describe this Thursday afternoon are slow and relaxed.

White plastic tables line up on the gravel, each one hosting an assortment of goodies for sale; some have stickers and prints, while some have old books, clothes, and other knick knacks. A few tables even sell food and refreshments. Siomai and pandan tea, which the locals affectionately call “pantea” are selling fast, and so did the isaw, betamax, and other grilled laman-loob served with spiced vinegar, their smoky aroma wafting throughout the college grounds.

The golden hour is passing sluggishly, and the crisp February air made the afternoon even slower. Students, professors, and guests alike browsed at their own leisure in the cold weather. With class hours almost over, members of the local student council, dressed in black polo shirts with their organization’s logo on the breast, are going around inviting people to attend the benefit concert to be held tomorrow night at the parking lot.

It’s that time of the year again in Sabina Marie’s college: Fine Arts Month.

For some, like Sab and company, it’s an opportunity to earn more money by signing up for the booths. They got invited to play in the college’s concert too, and they managed to score a spot on the last day of the university’s annual fair.

Jango’s strumming his guitar, practicing for tomorrow’s set, while Agnes is in charge of the sales. Lukas still isn’t done with his photography class… which he had taken twice now, much to his professor’s dismay. Sab’s unpacking the boxes of their comics, unsold leftovers from the last convention they attended months ago. She shakes the dust off of her hands after the last box has been emptied, and excuses herself to wash her hands.

While scrubbing the dirt from underneath her black fingernails, Sab thinks back to yesterday’s events. It’s been years since she was in contact with her clan, so a visit from Alexandra Trese and the Kambal was the last thing she expected. Worse, they were working on a case involving the aswang, and Trese interrogated Sab because she’s a suspect. On university grounds too, drawing unnecessary attention to her. Had they brought a cop with them, she would’ve ran to the campus security. Sab’s fellow band members tried to keep the mood light, but the encounter left them all spooked.

The rogue aswang would’ve been happy to see their faces, if it wasn’t for her mother, the Reyna Manananggal, deciding to betray the Treses and side with Villaceran’s clan during Alexandra’s Great Balete Tree trials.

Now she feels that she carries the weight of her decision too, despite being too young to understand what happened back then.

She grimaces and decides not to dwell on it further.

On the way back, she sees Agnes speaking to a familiar figure, clad in black, and her heart rate skyrockets.

“Sab! Manliligaw mo!” Agnes jokes, shouting loud enough for the other tables to hear.

Upon seeing Basilio, the Kambal with long hair, waving at her with that stupid, boyish smile on his face, Sab’s shoulders tenses up.

“Why is he back? What the fuck, seryoso ba,” she mutters under her breath. She stomps her way back to their table. “Ulol gago di ko yan manliligaw. Echoserang to.”

“Uy Sabina, musta?” Basilio asks her. 

A/N: Hey! Here is now my two centavos for the Trese/Kambal fandom. I offer to you a Basilio x Fem!Reader fanfic… you can also consider it a Maliksi x Fem!Reader bc it has some parts with Mal. Also, what a title, emerite. It’s loosely based on this song:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4jq5J39hJ28RmDhNp1QkYk?si=1bff151aeec64129

(I had to put a link bc how do u insert a like… song from spotify???)

It was an idea I had overnight so… enjoy!

~~~

You were never one to believe in love, not after breaking up with your boyfriend for 4 years; you caught him cheating on you for 6 months. Basilio was the one who believed in love, despite the destiny that his mother had and that his dad was a killing machine. He still believed that there’s this good kind of love. It has been a year since you two met at The Diabolical, after Maliksi practically pulled you out of your bed so that you can finally hang out with him and the wind girls after two months of moping in your apartment. It was a good time, being able to debate with Basilio that night about love after just an hour of meeting each other in the bar.

 “You know, Basilio,” you said, alcohol streaming through your blood, “love is just a social concept that was made up to trick people to fuck and produce more people. That’s why this country is overpopulated.” Basilio laughed. The others just listened and hummed in agreement. “It’s not just a social concept, Y/N. It’s Bathala’s way of leading people to their other half, their soulmate. He knows that we cannot live alone, so he created other halves for each one of us.” You scoffed and had another drink of your beer. “Really? If so, then why are there womanizers? Cheaters? If that’s Bathala’s way for us to find our so-called other halves, then no one should be cheating. Soulmate my ass, it was never real in the first place. Whoever wrote that must’ve been whack.”

 “Girl,” Amie said, rubbing circles on your back, “kalma ka lang. Let’s just enjoy this night, shall we? No more debating about love.”

 The next day, despite the hangover you had, you were sobered up to the texts you received from an unknown number and a friend request on your socials. It was Basilio. You groaned. “What does he want this time?” On his texts, he apologized about the debate and that he got your number from Maliksi. Good ol’ Maliksi, playing cupid all over again.

 Since that day, Basilio has been bombarding you with texts messages, asking how you were, how was work, or anything in general. It was annoying, honestly, since that you obviously got a feeling that he likes you. You scoffed at that thought. “No way. If he thought he’d win my heart, keep dreaming na lang.” Then, in a few months, it was no longer just texts. He started coming over with Maliksi. He knows that you and Mal were bestfriends. He started bringing food, worse, even cooking in your own kitchen! He knew about your favorite dish, and he just smiled at you when this shocked you. “How?” You asked him as he was setting the table. He then tilted his head to Mal, who was already grinning at you. You just cursed under your breath.

 It was not long when it was just Basilio coming, still with food and movies and haranas. It made your heart flutter, in all honesty, but you tried not to fall in love again. You knew about the twins’ history with girls, how they would sometimes bed them. The thought made you shiver. Still, Basilio was persistent, and consistent. It even surprised you that he came with you on your grocery day at the public market, and he was wearing shorts and sando. He helped you carry your groceries, and put them all on the shelves in your kitchen. “Thanks, Basilio. It’s very nice of you to help me out today,” you said, smiling at him. “It’s nothing. I’d do everything for my girl.” That caught you off guard.

 And that was when you knew you got it bad.

 You were in love. You finally fell for him.

 You then started to shut him out. You started to make up excuses if Basilio wants to come over. This worried Basilio, and asked Maliksi about what happened. “This this isn’t new to me,” Mal answered, “she did that to me too after the break up.”

 “But this isn’t a break up,” Basilio said, a bit of panic in his voice. “It was always okay for her if I was coming over.” Maliksi gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.”

 You were reading a book on your sofa when the front door opened. It was Maliksi. You trusted him enough for him to have the spare key of your apartment, in case something happened. “I guess you heard the news, huh.” You joked, and he chuckled. “Yes, bub, I did. What happened?” He asked as he sat beside you. You turned to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m scared, Mal,” you said, your voice quiet. “About what?”

 “Love.”

 Maliksi sighed and you finally faced him. “I understand that you’re scared of getting hurt again, but please don’t stop yourself from experiencing a new kind of love. It’s always good to try again,” he said as he took your hands. You just groaned and tears fell from your eyes. “He’s just too good to be true, Mal. He’s kind, and gentle. He knows what I want and he’s trustworthy, and he helps me with everything I do. He wants to be involved with my life and wants to do everything with me. He even went with me to the public market! No guy ever did that!” Mal chuckled and hugged you as you sobbed. “Then why are you scared if he’s doing all these amazing things?”

 “Because,” you said in between sobs, “what if he changes over time? What if he’ll get used to all of this and decides that it bores him?”

 “Are you gonna let your what if’s stop yourself from experiencing this wonderful kind of love?” He asked you. You just sighed. “Y/N, don’t ever be scared to love again, because it’s the only good thing in this horrible world we’re in. It’s the thing that Bathala gave us so that our souls will be at peace.” He was right, you thought. Ever since Basilio came, everything was beautiful, your soul was at peace. Maybe this is what Basilio was talking about months ago, about soulmates. Maybe he was yours.

 Days after, you asked Basilio to come over, and it overjoyed him. Maliksi told him about your fear, and it was enough for him to understand why you shut him out. When he arrived, you gave him a weak smile. He brought all your comfort food, street foods, to be exact. He prepared everything on the table before he sat beside you on the couch. “Hey, Y/N,” he said softly. You then hugged him. It felt like it was everything you needed. “I know you’re scared,” he said softly, as he enveloped you into his arms, “and I understand if you’re not ready. Nevertheless, I will still be here, because after I met you, and after all the time we spent, I knew that I love you. My soul is at peace when I’m with you.”

 You swore to yourself that you won’t cry, but you did, and he hugged you tighter. It was the best feeling in the world, to be at peace, to be with someone who understands you. You were then surprised that he played a song on his phone. He placed it on the couch and he stood up. The intro played, the very familiar guitar chords spilling through the speakers. He offered his hand to you, and said, “Care to dance, baby?” You laughed when he said ‘baby’, but you accepted. You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and his hands rested on your waist. It was an odd song to dance to, but you figured that Basilio was the kind of guy to tell his feelings through a song, thus the endless haranas.