Mabinaldo AU

So here is the entire series of my Mabinaldo AU. A couple of people have been messaging me for the links of all the parts kasi. I would tag ya’ll but you guys are naka anon huhu.

I don’t really have a title for it cause the ones I’ve been thinking of are too cheesy. What would you guys suggest?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

EPILOGUE 

And to those who are asking for Gresca series, i’ll probably start on it next week during our break. Thank you again to everyone for the support! <3 YOU ARE ALL ENSAYMADAS!

Gresca Fic Series

Thank you guys for being my inspiration and endless support! <3

PROLOGUE

Part1

Part2

Part3

Part4

Part5

Part6

Part7

Part8

Part9

Part10

FAMYlia IS REAL @crejapasta @dakilanglumpia this one’s for you two

BRINGING THIS BACK BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT

fixing a mess

aka: my fanfics are everywhere so I thought I’d compile all the links here.

The Modern Domestic AU | tumblr, ao3 | FAMYlia

again & again & again - reincarnation au | tumblr, ao3 | gen, multi

RPF family

the moon & death upon a mountain

misc. aus

my writing tag | my ao3 account 

(((also, this is shameless, but comments and violent reactions are very much welcome pls scream at me about stuff i like screaming w/ ppl about stuff)))

Silly Sunday feat. Pole & Miong (& Mon Confiado 😍)

Happy Valentines Day! Heneral Luna Fandom 😄

Mabuhay ang mga Single! ~ Mon (2016, Feb.)

@theflyingbluepanda i’m dying of second hand embarrassment 

NO. STOP.

lol ok here’s the thing

@trixenthenerdqueen @ga-goyong @crejapasta i see your tags and i just want to say that i am grateful that you remembered me somehow despite having so many others you could tag instead

but lol ok here’s the thing

i’m a selective introvert– which is basically another fancy way of saying i’m an awkward duck. @theflyingbluepanda knows this. yes, hello.

the meme thing gives me the jitters just by looking at it. i already give so much of myself away on twitter, somehow doing it here on tumblr too hits me as excessive

lol on facebook you’ll notice the same thing. i don’t talk about my life, mostly just share feminism stuff and the like… i’m very distanced from both of these online accounts

so i’m really not into the meme thing… but thank you. it made me smile, you know. the fact that you thought of me when it came to the tagging part. it’s nice being remembered… ya’ll the best, really

and i’m sorry if i offended you by not saying anything or not replying immediately. that’s unfair to you. i’ll work on that so in the future i won’t come off as such a bitch…

ok, that is all. thanks X3

she don't like hippos

For my best friend @theflyingbluepanda

Because she has to go to school tomorrow and I wanted to give her my ultimate moral support.

You go gurl. Kaya mo ‘yan.

-Xxx-X-xxX-

“Serging, that’s my bed.”

Sergio didn’t reply.

“S-Seriously, Serg.”

Nothing.

“Serging, I mean it. That’s my–”

Something metal clattered to the floor in the next room and Manuel felt his fur stand on-end.

On the kitty bed in front of him, Sergio purred in smug satisfaction.

“You’re home late…” he meowed, lazily opening his bi-coloured eyes as Manuel dug his claws into the carpet. “You missed supper and belly rubs.”

Manuel sat on his bristling tail. “I was busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Avoiding bath time.”

Sergio scoffed, finally getting up on all four paws and giving a rather dramatic stretch– one that took up all the space on the kitty bed.

Manuel meowed indignantly as a reply. “Serging, seriously.”

“Manoy, seriously.” Sergio purred, licking his right paw daintily in a rather stunning display of passive-aggressiveness. “Our owners were worried, you know? They were gonna report it, too. But then the neighbors called and said you were in their backyard.”

Manuel shrunk back in shame. “I didn’t mean to be gone for so long.”

“Yeah, well… Doesn’t change what you did.” Sergio gave him a pointed look. “Tomorrow you apologise.”

“How? They didn’t like my last apology!”

Sergio paused to think about it and simply shrugged. “Humans are weird.” He said, kneading his sleeping place once more as he prepared to lie down. “Or maybe they just don’t like mice– try grasshoppers.”

“Ok.”

“And TRY to bring them back ALIVE this time?”

“HEY.” Manuel meowed, tail now swishing back and forth. “That mouse was alive when I brought it to them, ok? One of them just killed it with that straw thingy when she saw it!”

“Oh? Good.” Sergio yawned, purring. “That means they’re learning.”

With a flick of his tail, Serging crossed both his paws in front of him and lay back down.

“G'night, Manoy.” He meowed.

Manuel replied with a strangled cry. “Serging! That’s my kitty bed!”

“No, it’s not.”

“Uhhh, yes it is!”

Sergio sighed. “Your bed is over there. By the sofa.”

Manuel turned to the spot indicated and gulped at the shadowy corner it was situated in.

“Uh… No.” He meowed, finally wrenching his claws from the furry carpet and nudging Serging to the side with his pink nose. “Move over.”

His best friend flashed his claws. He didn’t like being disturbed. “Manoy.”

Manuel’s tail bristled. “… Please?”

Sergio opened his green eye, looked up at him, and let out a small meow of exasperation.

“Fine.” He said, moving over just a little bit for Manuel. “But only for tonight.”

Manuel meowed happily in response and climbed right in. It was a tight squeeze (no doubt another passive-aggressive move from Sergio, considering how much space the other cat had on his side of the bed) but he wriggled through anyway.

It was only then he realised that Sergio was actually purring.

“Good night, Serging.” Manuel meowed sweetly, licking his best friend’s whiskers.

Serging flashed his claws once more, but intertwined their tails anyway.

“Good night, Manoy.”

A minute later, they were both fast asleep.

-xxx-

The door to the living room creaked open, just an inch, then it creaked close again, and a girl shook her head in fond exasperation.

“Manuel made it back home safe.” She said to her companion. “And somehow bigger– Looks like we don’t need to feed him anymore, Sammy.”

Her companion, Sam, looked up from the metal cat dish she had accidentally dropped on the floor.

“You know, I betcha he gets that from you.” She said, picking up the dish and placing it on the kitchen counter. “The going to the neighbors and eating their food thing.”

“HEY! Star makes too many cookies, ok? If I didn’t go there and eat them her fridge would be overflowing!”

“Triz, it isn’t the eating I mind– It’s the eating everything and not leaving me any that gets me.”

Tricia huffed, pouted, and pushed her bangs behind her ear. “I’m trying to protect you from diabetes!”

Sam grinned. “That’s what the medicine is for, my dear.”

“Foine, foine.” Tricia rolled her eyes, grabbing the laptop she left on the kitchen table and bringing it to her room. “Hurry up with the popcorn. I’m not watching this horror movie alone!”

“Even if your husband’s in it?”

“All the more– I want someone to be there to phone an ambulance when my ovaries explode.” Here, there was a squeal and the unmistakable sound of the mattress springs squeaking in protest as a body mercilessly flopped onto the covers. “Hurry up, Sammy!”

Sam rolled her eyes and fought the little grin she felt spreading across her face. She wasn’t a big fan of Avelino, but she didn’t protest when Tricia presented her with the CD. After all, it was movie night.

And besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t forced her best friend to sit through three straight Marvel movies just to admire Tom Hiddleston’s face.

“Imma comin’ hold your horses.” She called out, tipping the bag of popcorn into the huge bowl.

However, before she trailed after her best friend, she opened the door and peeked into the living room at the two lumps resting in the dark corner.

“G'night, boys.” She whispered.

She fancied she could hear their purring from all the way across the room. She smiled.

“SAMMY! Hurry up or else we’ll watch Nicholas Sparks instead!”

“Oh god– Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”

-END-

THERE IT IIIIS

That’s my type of guy. 

(insp.)

hi @ruscano

patawad, artikulo uno productions.

cuties