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rokuhoku · 1 year

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a piece of your history.

Pairing: Namor x Filipino!Reader

Rating: Mature, Comedy (No smut but there is tension)

Summary: It hurts to not be able to properly recreate your traditional pre-colonial Filipino clothing, and Namor takes notice of this feeling of yours.

Word Count: 2,578

Content Warning: Mentions of colonialization

Disclaimer: Namor is kind of cold and dark towards reader!! Idk if its ooc but i would imagine that he would generally be apprehensive towards a surface dweller. you have been warned

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Reminder: This fic is part of a Namor x Filipino!Reader miniseries, but can be read on its own! Miniseries fic(s):

a piece of your history. / "beloved."

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“Do you like it?”

You asked, grinning, slightly turning yourself around in order to fully show off your work proudly.

Namor hummed, sitting in the water by the shore of the beach. He was always like this, meeting up with you now and again.

“Is this the wear of your people?” He asked. You grinned and nodded, letting out small chuckles while fiddling with the fabric between your fingers. You had always wanted to make the Pre-Colonial traditional clothing of your Filipino ancestors, it was the closest thing you had of home as of now.

The process was tedious, you admit that. So little resources or references online on how your specific region’s clothing looked– much less how it was made, due to how much the Spaniards burned and banned, but you had still managed to gather enough to make one as accurately as possible.

“It’s… beautiful.” He simply says, eyeing up the clothes and how it wrapped around your body, causing you to tear your eyes away from him in fear of showing how his compliment affected you in such a way.

“Why have your people stopped wearing this? Are they not your traditional wear?” Namor asked, remembering the photos of your family that you had shown him. They were wearing what you had called a “baro’t saya” and “barong” for the celebration of “Buwan ng Wika” as he recalled it.

“It’s gorgeous, and made by the hands of your people instead of the colonizers.” He continued, “It escapes me on why your people have abandoned wearing your traditional garbs, instead choosing to wear what they gave you.” This statement slightly irked you, causing you to deadpan at him.

“Dude, we were enslaved and tortured by them for more than 300 years.” You crossed your arms. “Do you think we abandoned it willingly?” You were met with silence, and for once, Namor was the one who was left speechless by bluntness.

“... Right. My apologies.” Was all Namor could reply, causing you to let out a small laugh, shaking your head. It’s not often you’re the one leaving him silent, with him often bashing “surface dwellers”, causing you to regularly remind him that you yourself are a surface dweller.

Namor never had a proper reply for that.

However, even if you were happy with your work, you still frowned and sighed. You dragged your fingers along the cloth, wistfully looking at its patterns. Namor’s eyes followed the way your face curled up to a grimace, causing him to frown even more (if that was even possible) in confusion.

“It’s not much, though. The fabric’s sorta cheap ‘cause it was the only one I could find that had this specific pattern. I had to pick between comfortability or accuracy.” You sulked, sitting down on the dry sand close to him. You hugged your knees close to your chest, already itchy from the scratchy inside of the fabric.

“I chose accuracy, of course… for them.” You vaguely finished, slightly bitter on how hard it was to make your country’s real traditional clothing in an authentic way. You palmed the sand, looking for your bag before taking out your trusty cellphone.

Ah, surface dwellers and their hand-held yet fragile technologies… Namor thought as you typed and scrolled away at your phone.

“I mean, look at this!” You held your phone out, showing what appeared to be a real life replica of your garbs, just made in a better way. Namor narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“So your people still make this?”

“Well technically yes, but no? God, I wish, though. This is just a historical costume for entertainment…” You replied, huffing.

“Tangina talaga ng Espanya…” You grumbled under your breath. Namor chuckled at you, as he had heard you swear in your mother tongue (he was sure it was a swear– it was literally the first word you had taught him) at one of your country’s past colonizers.

“Jay, ba'ax jaaj le je'elo'...” He replied, agreeing, though this did cause your face to slightly feel warmer. You would never admit it to his face, but him speaking his native language was kinda hot.

You let out a small chuckle, before wistfully sighing and looking at the sky.

“You know… I’m kinda jealous of you and your people of Talokan.” Namor rose an eyebrow at you, his head turning to look at you. You put your hands up in mock defense, clearly meaning well.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way! And yeah, you guys have faced struggles with water pollution, junk and also colonizer stuff… It’s just… y’know…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling bashful. Namor’s gaze softened, as he nodded to indicate that you continue. You breathed in deeply.

“Well, I mean, you guys got to keep your culture intact, no outside forces ripping it away from you.” You mumbled, picking at the sand that got between your nails.

“No forgotten gods… no forgotten stories… no forgotten practices.” You longingly looked at the sea.

You snorted, though. “Even if they tried, you could still put up a fight and protect it.” You smiled at him, causing him to avert his gaze and look back at the ocean.

“I just… I just wish I could salvage at least a small part of it.” You finished, already feeling your throat close up and tears form in your eyes. God, why did you have to be so emotional? Putangina naman…

For a beat or two, Namor stayed quiet. You already felt dread setting in your stomach, oh god. What if he had another diva moment and dove back in the water? Before you could panic even more, you heard the water move, as water droplets seem to fall from sky and onto you. You looked up in confusion, squinting your eyes at Namor, who had stood up from his place to sit closer to you.

“... May I see more of these garbs?”

Your frown was replaced with a smile, as you swallowed back the lump and blinked away the oncoming tears. “Sure! I have so many saved and printed– it’s important to have references before crafting, after all!”

Your signature grin was back as you happily took out what looked to be a plastic bag containing pictures that looked similar to your clothes. You happily explained away, showing him more and more photos– though he did notice that you had backed up a bit when he came a bit too close to your personal space.

He followed along as you showed more and more photos– along with more pictures of Pre-Colonial jewelry that you wanted to replicate yourself. He noticed the way you would stop and longingly gaze at them, before continuing on with explaining.

Namor watched the way your eyes would brighten as you talked more and more about your history, before they would dim as you brought up on why it was not used by your people in the modern day anymore.

“... And yeah, that’s pretty much what my own region wears! Though, it does get a bit tricky to see if it really is my region per say,” Namor looked at you, a bit confused but waiting for you to continue. Your smile grew wider.

“All regions basically have a lot of similarities and differences! So sometimes it gets a bit confusing.” You rambled, before noticing yourself and getting a bit embarrassed. Namor softly smiled at you.

“This just shows how rich the cultures of your people are, in etail.”

You blinked before letting out a joyous laugh, surprised that Namor of all people complimented you! (Well, to be more precise, your heritage). You were about to reply before your eyes caught sight of the time on your phone. “Ay gago! Ang late na pala! I still have to call my parents!” You put on your coat over your work, before shoving your phone back in your bag.

Before you could properly stand up, a hand on your wrist stopped you. Your brain loaded for a few seconds, your eyes following the hand and how it trailed back to Namor. “Come back here in two days time.” He asked (more of demanded).

You gawked at him, this was the first time he ever confirmed that you were going to see him! Most of the time, he simply came and went as he pleased. The look in his eyes already made it impossible to say no, so of course refusing him was not an option.

“I-I…” You stammered, meeting his eyes that had so much emotion in them. You gulped. “Okay! See you in… two days, dude!” You quickly went on your way home.

Namor nodded at you, before he caught sight of the familiar plastic ziplock you had left behind. Before he could call out to you, you were already too far away, and if he were to approach you someone would surely see him.

Namor watched your back fade from the distance, already confirming the idea forming in his head. He nodded to himself, before grabbing the ziplock bag and diving back into the sea, making sure to not let anything get wet.

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You practically ran towards the beach as you grinned, excited that your.. Friend(?) or Frenemy(?) personally requested your presence. You cleared your throat and attempted to act cool, though severely failing, before sitting down by the drier parts of the sand, admiring how beautiful the waves looked.

A few moments later, a familiar head peeped out from the water, causing you to laugh and wave at him. Namor uncharacteristically bore a grin at you, continuing to get out of water, the droplets from his hair magically disappearing with each step.

“I have a surprise for you.” was the first thing he said as he offered you a hand in getting up. You nodded, though a bit confused now.

In his hands, you had finally taken notice of a makeshift waterproof bag tied by a drawstring along with a familiar plastic ziplock of papers. “Ay, onga pala! I accidentally left my papers…” You exclaimed, surprised that he kept them in such good condition.

Namor gingerly handed you the drawstring bag first, urging you to open it. “Please, have a look inside.” You hesitantly took it in your hands, noting the way the fabric practically had gold woven into it.

What you saw took your breath away,

it was Pre-Colonial indigenous Filipino clothes.

You ran a hand through them, the fabric being silky yet cool to the touch. Just as how Filipino clothes were theorized to be. Somehow, Namor had found a way to wove it with gold, just as what your research had said. You felt tears well up in the corner of your eyes, it felt like a piece of history was being given back to you.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Namor’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. You looked back at him, open-mouthed and too shocked to reply. He chuckled at you. “Try it on, in etail.”

Namor politely turned around, silently trying to hide and bury the way he felt when he heard fabric shifting and the likely assumption of you undressing.

Your breath hitched as the feeling of the fabric against your skin was a comfortable one. It was perfectly tailored and made for you, as if someone had memorized every inch of your body down to the smallest details, the robes fitting like a glove on your body.

“You can look now…” You managed to practically croak out, forever feeling thankful at such a kind gesture from no one other than Namor himself.

The moment Namor turned around, he swore that he felt slightly lightheaded from how you managed to take his breath away with just your look. You looked like you were in your natural element, your most natural state.

It almost felt as if this was how you were supposed to be.

The way the gold-woven fabric hung off your own copper skin had him thinking of thoughts he swore he would never have of surface-dwellers, and perhaps the most euphoric feeling was seeing the look on your face; the genuine joy and happiness.

But wait, something was missing.

He narrowed his eyes at you before rummaging through the bag he carried with him. Namor gently brought out familiar looking jewelry, though with its own twist.

“These… are also for you.”

Namor took your hand and placed it in his, slipping on a rather detailed and delicately made golden ring. He took both of your wrists and placed on them gold bracelets adorned with what appeared to be a jade material.

All the while, he made direct eye contact with you. You practically shook under his gaze, deeming it to be too intimate.

Before you could process anything more, you felt the heat of Namor’s body behind your back, as you heard gold clinking together. His hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, as the heat in your ears never seemed to go away.

You felt a heavy weighted necklace be placed onto your collarbone, before a click behind you was resounded. Namor’s hands lingered for a split second on the nape of your neck, before he practically ripped himself away and stood back, afraid of his own actions.

Your breath left your body for what felt like the nth time in the past 30 minutes, as you took the necklace between your fingers and observed the intricate designs of gold and jade beautifully fused together.

All of this jewelry should have felt heavy, but to you they felt as if they were perfectly crafted and made for you and your people. It was as if these were all made with heavy and careful detail, making sure that they perfectly aligned with your own practices but still with its own twist and charm from the gifter.

You could never take back what the Spaniards have taken from your country, but it felt like a lost piece of your own heritage was being directly gifted to you, you could practically feel the pride of your ancestors. This was all so overwhelming.

“K'uk'ulkan…”

Namor suppressed the heat he felt as his natural name rolled off your tongue in such a breathless manner.

Now, it was your turn to surprise as he did not anticipate that you would tackle him in a hug. You buried your face in his neck, not scared anymore of what he’d do. Namor’s own hands hesitantly placed themselves on your backside, before they tightened around you.

“Salamat… Salamat talaga, K'uk'ulkan…” Namor felt hot wet tears drip onto his shoulder.

He hugged back even tighter.

“Mixba’al, in etail.”

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BONUS:

“Okay, now ‘putangina mo’ means I like you.” You said to Namor, though the way you tried to (and failed) to hold back your laughter made him doubt that that was the meaning of the phrase.

“Is it really now?” You laughed, nodding profusely. “Hell yeah it is! We Pinoys use it all the time to compliment each other! Like, ‘putangina mo tol, ang guwapo mo nakakabakla ka na!’ ”

“ ‘Nakakabakla’?” Namor narrowed his eyes at you. Were you just messing with him? You laughed even more, clutching your sides by how much it hurt.

“Gaga, uto-uto ka talaga.”

Namor had a deep feeling in his stomach that you were insulting him (he was right) so he stood up and sighed, walking back towards the sea.

“What the-! Hey! Where are you going?!”

“K'a' ak'ate.”

“Aw c’mon K'uk'ulkan! Can’t you take a joke?!”

He was already gone by the time you had said that.

#namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor x filipino!reader #filipino!reader #namor imagine #namor one shot #namor x pinoy!reader #pinoy!reader #mcu x reader #namor of talokan #mcu x filipino!reader #mcu fic #namor fluff #namor x filipino reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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HII CAN I REQUEST NOIR X FILIPINO READER

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES PO MAHAL KONG ANON <333 i'll make this like the previous x filipino readers, but if you babes want, i could even try making a whole ass fic about it :DD

(btw this'll be in the same time period as noir, 1930's, so if you want modern hcs too just hmu <3)

okokok now, hear me out...

he wears barong tagalogs more often around you. like, okay, if we're talking about 1930's philippines, i think he'd FUCKING DIE OF HEATSTROKE IN THAT DARK OVERCOAT AND FEDORA MATCHUP OK, he wears barong tagalogs instead bc they're light, airier, and ofc, to respect your culture :>

he was surprised to hear how well the people speak english, bc if i remember correctly, a lot of filipinos were taught how to speak english before tagalog, even in that time period. if you weren't that well-versed in english, NO PROBLEM, HE WOULD GLADLY SPEND HOURS OF HIS TIME READING, WRITING, AND LISTENING TO, AND PRACTICING TAGALOG AND/OR YOUR LOCAL DIALECT FOR YOU <333

he was a little iffy about the foods at first, like specifically dinuguan when he heard it was from pig's blood, but he came to like the colorfulness of filipino dishes and how good they really are the moment he tried them.

why do i think his favorites would be BOTH sinigang AND adobo? like if he was asked which one he liked better, he'd just go silent and say, "...well neither are purple so i think both are good options," LIKE HE DON'T BELIEVE IN FEUDING OVER THEM, BOTH ARE GOOD AS FUCK

oh and when he courts you............ WHEN HE COURTS YOUUUUU, he fr going up to the nearest manong and asking how to play a simple love song as he sneaks glances at you by your window, gazing out but not at him, the blush creeping up on his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, LIKEEEEE

he'd spend days practicing how to harana you, HE'D HIRE A WHOLE ASS BAND FOR YOU IF YOU WANTED A GRAND, BIG GESTURE OF LOVE, but even on his own, he is AMAZING at singing and playing the guitar (you cannot take this headcanon away from me, he can play.)

and when the carinosa comes on at a party or a gathering you two are at, HE WASTES NO TIME IN EXTENDING HIS HAND TOWARDS YOU AND ASKING YOU IF YOU WANNA DANCE

"aking pinakaminamahal... maari bang isayaw kita ngayong gabi?" (shit sana tama grammar ko SORRY PERO YOU GET IT)

AND WHEN HE'S MOVING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO YOU BUT NOT HOLDING YOU YET DURING THE DANCE, HIS SMILE GETS WIDER, YOU NOTICE HE HAS DIMPLESSS

the way the corners of his lips curls when he smiles as he sneaks glances at you, wishing he could hold you as he courts you through dance, the way he blushes and how his eyes shine when he stares into yours, THE DORKY CHUCKLES HE LETS OUT AS HE WATCHES YOU TEASE HIM WITH THE FAN MOVEMENTS >>>>>

then afterwards, he takes you in his arms, holds you close, and asks you, "ano, mahal, ayos ba?" he asks with a slight accent as he blushes a bright red, hoping to kiss you right here, right now, to declare to your family and friends how much he loves you and wants to be yours

a/n: tangina binalikan ko pa mga carinosa steps BWHAHAAHA PERO KICKING MY FEET, GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIR, SCREAMING I LOVE HIM <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir fluff #spider noir x filipino reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #itsv #itsv imagines #atsv #atsv imagines #itsv noir

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lamarkeu · 2 months

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Episode Summary: We are introduced to Joshua and his family during Sunday Dinner where everyone is helping in and around the kitchen.

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist for SVTTROS Series

a/n this one is really self indulgent (almost boarding delusion). I’ve always pictured Josh with a filo!s/o ever since I found out that some of his friends back in LA are filo. If you don’t relate to this one I understand, feel free to read some more general MCs in the other members episodes.

Italics: Narrators Boo Seungkwan (BS) and Lee Minhyuk (LM)

Bold: Staff

Regular: What family member says / what camera films during the show *____*: English

Listen To: Habang Buhay by Zack Tabudlo

LM: The Return of Superman Idol Edition

BS: Episode 3 “I Think I Love You ” Part 1. The window to window wall frames the first signs of snowfall in Seoul. Today we’re invited into a cute modern style apartment with an open kitchen concept and beautiful gray accented glass cabinets.

LM: There is a lot of music related decor in and around the house, from the signed guitars hung in a protective case on either side of the kitchen while the record player in the living room plays some acoustic music. Could today's superdad be a musician?

BS: They could also be a producer, there’s a bunch of microphones lying around the house.

LM: Two stools are leaned up against the kitchen island with little legs on the highest step. A pair of sturdy legs are standing between the two in what appears to be baggy jeans.

*“Bunso what is this?”* Min-ah asks. (Authors Note: Bunso means youngest in Tagalog).

“It’s pancake batter.” Si-ah, his youngest daughter leans closer over the deep bowl ensuring all the flour has been incorporated into the batter before gesturing to her father to pass the chocolate chips. Joshua carefully puts distance between his son, who is strapped in a frontward facing carrier against his chest, and the small bag of sweets.

*“Are we allowed to do this?”*

“Yeah, it’s a surprise for mommy.” Joshua reassured his middle child by patting her on the top of her head. For a second he notices some of the hairs in her ponytail loosen and quickly tries to flatten it out with his palm before looking back at his youngest. He kicked his legs in excitement at seeing the commotion going on between his older sisters.

“Are you sure?”

His youngest is quick to react, saying *“Unnie, do you always have this many questions?”*

The blunt answer forces a chuckle out of Joshua’s lips as the camera finally pans above to capture his head fully.

BS: I would recognize that laugh anywhere. Today's Superman is none other than a past guest of return of Superman and seventeen’s self proclaimed gentleman, Joshua Hong.

LM: Wow, fatherhood really suits him.

The sound of the front door opening captures everyone’s attention, the three state as Y/N arrives dressed in a simple suit with a briefcase in tow. For a moment the cameras fall onto the massive wedding photo above the couch of Joshua wearing a traditional Filipino suit called a Barong and Y/N wearing a traditional hanbok. The white background of the photo makes the duo appear more vividly in contrast with the gray crowning in the living room.

BS: This supermom looks as if she appeared at a meeting, it’s no surprise given that she is none other than the Co-CEO of Honey-Jade Hong Y/N.

*“Wow girls, everything looks so good.”* She compliments while wafting the air with her free hand. *“You can’t go wrong with breakfast for dinner.”* She makes her way towards the kitchen counter placing her bags against the space next to the fridge.

LM: Breakfast for dinner? That’s new

BS: it’s very common in some places in America to eat like this.

*“Did you guys have fun today?”* Kissing the top of their heads before gesturing towards her husband with her eyes.

Joshua is quick to reassure her with a quick “Yeah” before he is immediately cut off.

*“We were until you came home really early mom, we didn’t get to surprise you.”* A small pout forms on Min-ah’s face upset at the sudden change of plans.

*“That’s okay sweetheart, that just means I can spend time helping us prepare for dinner.”* Her mother stated in an attempt to redirect her emotions.

*“Yeah Unnie it’s okay, we get to cook together and spend more time as a family”*

Si-ah points to a gift bag on the counter. *“Mommy what’s this?”*

LM: I’ve been wanting to know that since she walked in.

BS: It’s quite small to be clothes

*“It’s a gift for the party tomorrow.”*

*“Is it for baby Jeong-woo?”*

*“That’s right. We're going to attend his 100 day celebration with Uncle Wonwoo and the rest of your Sebong uncles”*

BS: Ah that’s right. I wonder if we’ll see more of your uncles on todays episode Siah.

“Hi.”

I think you’re covering your mic Y/N. Can you bring it closer to your mouth.

“Oh my gosh.” She realizes her hair covered most of the black block and adjusting higher up on her shirt collar.

“It’s okay you got this” Joshua whispers in her ear putting his fists in the air in a cheer. The girls turn around in their chair and follow suit, cheering on their mother.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I’m Min-ah, Si-ah and In-soo’s mother. I’m sorry if you can’t understand my Korean, I’m trying really hard to become fluent.” She says while In-so sits in her lap playing with her hands.

Her oldest quietly speaks up to the camera “Hello I’m Min-ah, my English name is Mina.”

“And I’m Si-ah and my English name is Sandara. This is my younger brother In-soo, and his English name is Isaiah.” The second gets up from her seat to get at eye level with her brother. Her enthusiastic coos while holding the cheeks of her younger brother with her hands. The entire family begins to join the youngest as he giggles out.

How many languages does your family know?

“Our girls are fluent in English and Korean. They speak to us in both languages Joshua responds back in Korean and I respond back in English and more recently Tagalog.”

“Our son In-soo picks up English a little better than Korean just because I’ve been able to practice with him because of touring. I’m hoping through this show I’ll be able to accomplish that.”

“We’re not pushing them too much when it comes to picking up the languages I know, we’re learning it slowly throughout our daily lives.”

What was in the suitcase?

“It has pictures of my designs and models. My business partner and I have an upcoming spring fashion launch. I was just looking over the order to on paper to see if I need to make any changes.”

“After having met her through Jeonghan, the two of them immediately found a shared sense of interest in fashion, my wife focused more on the design aspects while Jeonghan’s wife focused on the modelling. Before we knew it they became best friends.”

Why do you call Si-ah the youngest when she’s the middle child?

“Because she’s the youngest girl. I can call Isaiah that too but it gets confusing. So because he is the youngest boy, I call him Balong.”

Is there anything you want to tell the return of the Superman audience?

“I’m so happy to return to this show no longer as a guest but as part of the core members in this coming year. I hope through our different trials and tribulations you continue to cheer us on and perhaps that Korea will learn to be more kind to people like my children and wife.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen #lamarkeu #lamarkeu asks #lamarkeu series #seventeen reactions #lamarkeu tros #tros x SVT #dad!seventeen #dad!svt

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jde-kiyoshi · 1 year

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I got dared to do this along with another pic. Which I don't regret. So yeah, I got dared to draw Geronimo Stilton and his family dressed up in traditional Filipino attire. Which means Barong Tagalogs for the guys, and Terno dresses for the girls. Maybe they're having an adventure in the Philippines right now and this must be the aftermath of said adventure. The background is Vigan in the Northern part of the Philippines. Designing them was hard. :p But I hope it was worth it! Hope you guys like! Expect another 'Filipino style' tomorrow with different characters! ;3

#Geronimo Stilton #trap stilton #thea stilton #benjamin stilton #bugsy wugsy #pandora woz #barong tagalog #terno dress #philippines #fan art

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abyssruler · 2 years

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i found your filo diluc so

perhaps … what about filo childe 👀

filo childe who plays basketball with his friends every weekend. he’s a varsity player!! lets you wear his jersey and warmers, always dedicates his shoots to you. searches for you in the audience and blows you a kiss while he’s in court. the two of you are known as that couple in campus. definitely a league of legends and valorant player. streams them live on fb and makes you watch and cheer him on even if you have no clue what’s going on.

he comes from old money. one of those babies whose parents gave super long fancy names to. ajax childe tartaglia josephino miguel antonio mabini-rizal iii.

would pay for everything. he doesn’t believe in kkb and will always insist on paying when you’re out on dates. sometimes, random grab or food panda drivers will arrive at your house and deliver food, saying it’s already been paid for. ofc it was childe. he loves to spoil you.

he’s your personal driver!! brings out his best cars whenever he take you out. it doesn’t even need to be an errand that involves him. going out with friends? he’s taking his keys and speeding to your house to drive you to your meet up place. need a ride home? he’s there asap. childe will never let you commute. bat ka pa sasakay ng jeep o tricycle o bus kung may porsche naman siya?

introduces you to his family before you even start dating. talking stage palang kinukwento ka na niya sa kanila as if kasal na kayo. would absolutely give you his grandmother’s ring as an anniversary gift. if the two of you ever break up, his family blames him and says he should do everything he can to get you back. mas trato ka pang anak kesa sa kaniya.

his family would still keep in touch with you even after you broke up, always dropping hints here and there about how much they miss you and how great you and childe looked together. teucer once said that if you aren’t gonna get back with his kuya then you should wait for him to grow up so you can date him instead.

childe, on the other hand, resorts to old traditions to win you back. serenading you outside your house (muntik na siya mahuli ng barangay tanod kasi akala adik siya), chopping blocks of wood on your yard (di mo alam kung san siya nakakuha ng kahoy), etc.

you laugh throughout the whole ordeal because he looks so goofy. naka barong tagalog pa siya every time bibisita siya sa bahay niyo. your family adores him. in the end, after much time and effort, he does win you back.

#the end is kinda rushed im sorry i dont know how to end it kajdksjdj #lord isang childe nga po #lf sugar daddy #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #gn reader #genshin shorts #asks #anon

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ithisatanytime · 1 year

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(Barong Family)

#SoundCloud #music #Barong Family #soundcloud

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stereotypcs · 22 days

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𓏲 * ⸺ pictures of narisa fah narong, the thirty-three year old heiress & vogue editor-in-chief, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to a former employee claiming that the editor is more like a real life miranda priestly than her image suggests — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their custom designed chanel dress , towering stilettos , and flawless make-up with her signature pink lip, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more vivacious than obstinate. their critics say that they’re more critical than ingenious when they aren’t too busy focusing on their stilettos clicking against the marble floor , announcing your arrival and calling all to attention before you enter the room ; how honey and wildfire are both the color gold , and a flower's thorns do not negate its sweetness ; eyes constantly fixated on the top of the next mountain to be climbed as she builds her empire ; smiles that blossom after leaving the office behind , liquid sunshine rushing to refill your veins ; one day your name will be beside the goddesses no one could ever fully understand. reputation.com has taken to calling them the people's princess in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ).

basic information.

full name: narisa fah narong. nickname(s): risa , riri ( close friends only ). age: thirty-three. date of birth: august 19th. birthplace: bangkok , thailand. astrological sign: leo. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. languages: thai , english , french , italian , mandarin , korean , some german & russian. occupation: heiress of the narong group , a multinational conglomerate in the hospitality and travel industries. socialite. editor-in-chief of vogue.

personality.

positive: vivacious , ingenious , sociable , ambitious , eloquent , confident , captivating. negative: critical , obstinate , perfectionist , blunt , impatient , dogmatic. moral alignment: neutral good. temperament: sanguine. mbti: estp - the entrepreneur. enneagram: 3w2 , the enchanter.

family ties.

father: somchai narong , ceo & chairman of the narong group. mother: esme thomas , french actress & model. siblings: three half-siblings - two from her father's second marriage , one from his third marriage. family financial status: high upper class. pets: teddy , a male cavapoo , and gigi , a female pomeranian.

the narong name first made its mark all the way back in the 1870s when the family built one of the first luxury hotels in thailand. what began as a single magnificent hotel soon expanded not only in numbers but in reach; the narongs established equally as magnificent hotels across asia, and as more years passed, they expanded in europe and then north america. anyone who was anyone stayed at the barong hotels, and the hefty price tag kept hotel doors closed to nobodies, allowing the family to not only grow their wealth but also their connections, rubbing elbows with influential figures from politicians to prominent businessmen to celebrities from all across the globe. in the past fifty years, the empire extended into the tourism world, offering luxury travel experiences to all areas of the world and most recently, acquiring and launching their own cruise line.

by the time narisa was born, the family was practically considered royalty without a crown. a staple in high society with a polished reputation, particularly in thanks to their many charitable works. narisa was the eldest of the next generation of narongs, the unofficial future crown princess once her father took over the keys to the kingdom. growing up, she wanted for nothing. not even the divorce of her parents ( love burning out as quickly as it'd blossomed ) altered her way of life - all that changed was now her summers were spent in paris, her mother's home, rather than whatever city her father was currently staying in.

initially there was no denying that narisa was her father's favorite child, his pride and joy, but then a change occurred. expectations began rising higher and higher. suddenly her father began wondering if tradition should truly be upheld - why shouldn't the company go to the best suited? he'd muse, the implication that it might not be the eldest never directly spoken but clearly implied, particularly as similar expectation were being placed on risa's half-sibling. so narisa worked harder. she pushed herself to be better, to shine brighter, to never misstep. she worked tirelessly to balance her school grades with getting involved in the family business and building her own public reputation so there could be no question that she w as the right person to be the next ceo of the narong group.

narisa's time living in paris with her mother also inspired a love for fashion. her mother tried getting her into modeling but walking the runway was never risa's cup of tea. she was far more interested in studying the designs and reading the latest fashion magazine, recognizing the artistry in both. her mother's connections enabled her to get an internship at a elle magazine in paris. it was there that she saw an fashion editor at work, and her aspiration was set in stone.

fashion wasn't a back-up plan. when a few interviewers asked that, she had shaken her head with a smile and soft laugh. what better way to prove to her father that she was deserving of being the heiress than proving herself in another industry? besides, she was narisa narong, if anyone could rule two kingdoms it was her.

she used her mother's connections to land a role as an editor at vogue france straight out of college but quickly put her own money where her nepotism perks were. she worked tirelessly to deliver the best work, often restarting or even discarding entire projects if it no longer met her standards, and constantly searching for ways to improve the magazine. promotions were quickly granted; success motivated her more. it was during her time as managing editor in paris that the initial seeds of her contradictory demeanor were planted. anyone who met narisa outside fo work would be greeted by a jovial, charming young woman, leaving no question as to how she'd become beloved by the public . . . so why did some people who worked for her whisper about a strict, overbearing boss who accepted nothing short of perfection?

the whispers, initially limited to remaining within company walls, might've quieted if they didn't follow her to new york when she became managing editor there. two years later, when she became editor-in-chief, they grew louder. but it didn't impact narisa's continued success. her work and leadership at vogue was met with high praise, numerous people recognizing her keen eye and passion, and many of her ideas credited with giving the magazine a fresh feel, ensuring it kept up with changing trends and setting new ones.

a year before becoming editor-in-chief, at her thirtieth birthday celebration, her father announced that he'd finally made his decision, and narisa was officially declared the family's heiress, ending the near two decade long speculation. the news was released to the media the next day. since then, risa balanced her work at vogue with taking a larger, active role at the narong group, primarily at their new york headquarters helping oversee their north and south american properties, proving that she could not only handle but succeed at both. one day she would fill her father's shoes but until he was ready to step back, which seemed a longtime away, she continued living her life as she had all along.

headcanons.

narisa at work and narisa away from work are two very different people. the perfectionism her father instilled in her through his endlessly rising expectations and criticizing even the smallest mistakes causes her to expect that from not only herself but those around her at work. she has little tolerance for her standards not being met and won't hesitate to correct her employees or voice her discontent. failure, in her eyes, isn't an option. but if someone succeeds, she won't hesitate to commend them. away from the office, she truly comes alive, revealing a more cheerful and jovial young woman with a big heart who loves to have fun, hang out with friends, and relishes in the spotlight.

initially, her work demeanor was contained in the fashion industry but recently reports have slipped into the wider public sphere. making some question if the image she portrays to the public is sincere.

due to the narong family's prominence, risa has been in the spotlight for as long as she can remember, attending functions with her family while growing up and eventually being invited to high society events on her own. she loves making public appearances. if there's an event or party, risa is sure to make an appearance.

utterly adored by the public - one would almost think she is royalty. it was the media who first called her "princess narong" and the monikor has stuck every since.

suffice to say her social media following is massive, and risa is very active on it. also has a social media account for her two dogs.

more than a little vain. she refuses to step outside the house if even a hair is out of place. is constantly dressed up. she'll wear more casual clothes at home but the minute she steps out into public, she'd dressed fashionably.

the narong family prides themselves on their mostly positive image so narisa is fairly image conscious. in her eyes, bad press is indeed bad. thus, she can be selective with who she allows in her circle of friends

home life wasn't always the most peaceful while she was growing up. her parents divorced when she was too young to remember any of the fights, but she was there to witness the downfall of her father's second and third marriages. her father wasn't the perfect husband or father by any means. never violent or unfaithful, but very strict and unforgiving. the narong patriarch has, thankfully in risa's eyes, remained single since his third divorce despite dating around.

despite that, narisa still admires her father. hasn't fully accepted that the competition he encouraged between her and her half-sibling wasn't right and instead believes it was done to make her stronger, which. in her eyes, it did.

part of the reason her reputation has remained so positive is her continued dedication to partaking in charitable works. she's genuinely passionate about making a difference in the world by helping people through the narong group's charitable wing. and if the press notices well, there's nothing wrong about that.

#i. narisa narong ›› intro.#wealth.intro

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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What would the LIs wedding would mc look like?

This question is a little bit tough, since it depends on the MC! So we'll just share what the LI's ideal wedding would look like.

Lincoln:

He'd want something super small. More than like twenty people and he'd start feeling overwhelmed. He'd only want his closest friends and family members there (and by family not his dad, but like cousins or grandparents on his mother's side. yeah i don't think matty is invited srry). honestly he probably wouldn't mind just getting married at city hall with only you and like, three other people, but if you don't do that he'd probably just want to rent an air bnb with a beautiful yard and have a small reception outside followed by a catered dinner with his favorite foods. He'd definitely wear a barong and incorporate some other filipino marriage traditions into his wedding, such as lighting the unity candle and eating rice cakes. After dinner, you'd spend the night dancing with your few guests until the two of you leave for your night alone ;) That being said, this is Lincoln's ideal wedding. If you wanted something different, he'd be willing to follow your lead and go along with what you want for the wedding, as long as it's not too big or crazy.

Amalia

She would want something formal, nice, organized, and beautiful. She would be happy to take total control of planning. There's really no need for a wedding coordinator if Amalia's the one you're marrying. She'd want a lot of people to be there -- her family and friends and professors and teachers in her life who mean a lot to her. She'd find the perfect, most beautiful venue and spend hours there, figuring out where everything would go and how it would all fit together. She'd love to have an outdoor wedding with beautiful gardens and fountains. Her vows would be incredibly romantic, heartfelt, and eloquent, and everyone would start crying. After you get married, you'd sit down to eat at fancy lovely tables with place settings. You'd have all types of fancy rices and freshly made juice and lasagnas and chicken and beef and salad, basically all you can eat. The different bridal parties would perform fun, sexy dances for each other and after that, the party would quickly turn up in excitement. At the end, you'd get driven off in your car together and head off to your honeymoon ;)

Abel

Above everything else, Abel wants his wedding to be fun. It probably wouldn’t be anything particularly fancy, but he would want a nice heartfelt ceremony. Something small if only because neither Abel nor MC have very many family or friends. Still, they’d invite everyone, and Abel would definitely shed a tear during the ceremony. Afterwards he’d have an after party that goes down as one for the record books. A band, mariachis, endless dancing, piles of food, nonstop alcohol, a massive cake big enough for everyone, and another just in case. He would spend most of the night with MC, twirling you around the dance floor. He’d dance with each of his siblings and then all of them together. He’d also drag all of his closest friends onto the dance floor, and yes this means the ILW crew. He’d probably get pretty tipsy, and be the happiest drunk on earth, gushing to everyone about how awesome his spouse is. Everyone has fun at Abel’s wedding, otherwise he doesn’t consider it a success.

Jocelyn

Jocelyn wouldn’t have many preferences when it comes to a wedding between herself and MC. She already knows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with MC, so this is just a formality so that the rest of the world knows it too. But if she had to choose a few things, she’d want the wedding to be somewhere meaningful in hers and MC’s relationship. Her friends (which really just consists of the ILW crew) and her family would be invited, so it would likely be pretty small. She’d get food catered from her favorite restaurant, and would have a live band for music at the reception. She’d dance for hours upon hours with her new spouse, and when people start to head out she’d sneak away with you for some alone time >:) As for her culture, there's a tradition in Chinese weddings where the bride's new shoes can't touch the ground until she gets to their new home, so the groom has to carry her from her old home into their wedding home. Jocelyn might not care for tradition but she will carry her spouse alllll the way home (picture her carrying MC up 17 flights of stairs to their apartment). But in all honestly, she’d be perfectly happy with whatever MC wants to do because all she cares about is being MC’s for the rest of their lives.

#ask #anon #lincoln mcquoid #jocelyn wu #amalia de león #abel flint #ilw lis

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joyfuladorable · 1 year

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@elbisivni's you, alive now because someone loved you and @threestripeslider's odd man out say Pinoy Jones Family Rights and I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE!! 😤

Bonus doodles under the cut:

^^ Quick midnight doodles cuz my mind is a steel trap when it comes to unhinged sapphics and also was just Thinking about Story Stuff I wanna do at some point. (yes, I know a hockey goalie is a goaltender now but I didn't wanna go back in and change that)

^^ Had just finished reading OMO and felt no other course of action than to practice the Joneses so I could draw them in pinoy outfits uwu

OH! And if you're wondering: Casey's wearing a filipiniana gown and the lesbian flag-colored sash is called a sablay. Junior's wearing a barong tagalog.

#tmnt #rottmnt #rise casey jones #rise casey jr #my art #the rise brain rot is so fucking real #fucking wild how fun it is to draw in this style #was gonna draw 03 stuff first but pinoy Caseys took precedence #I have been lurking in the rottmnt tag for a few weeks don't look at me #y'all draw cool shit and also I now ship leosagi and shellshocked #also #I've already doodled another pinoy outfit thing for these kids #depending on motivation it might be out within a day or so #also also I only got like a fraction of the way through the IDW comics before I stopped cuz #I realized I was reading for the sake of reading it and not particularly enjoying it #anyways #Jennika's still cool so she'll be included if I ever have to draw Casey and her hockey team #cassandra jones #casey jones

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dorokora · 11 months

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Chapter 14 Episode 8 Part 1:

We start with a flashback with an “actor” and Oscar. Oscar begins to talk about the "Urban Legend" of the Mist City, Jack the Ripper. There are four main types of roles that will rise to the front stage. the "Criminal", "Witness", "Vitcim", and the “Target” of the incident. Oscar began to talk about the play he written that was also endorsed by Loki. The "culprit" was never caught, so the motive remains unknown. Therefore, it is also unknown whether the street prostitutes who were "victims" were really the target. Therefore, it is unknown whether what the "eyewitness" saw was really the "culprit". And the same criminal who was killed at that time other than the street prostitute, "a person who does not know whether it is a victim". Everything is an unknown unresolved case. Oscar poses the questions. "Was the culprit's target really the street prostitutes?" Was the culprit really aiming for us?”. Oscar answered that the "Street prostitutes were torn apart instead of real targets." The victim protected that person….and left the stage of this world. Oscar said this with a slightly distorted expression under his mask. Oscar wants to endorse this theory. Their performance this time is a reenactment of Jack the Ripper's "Urban Legend". The reason he chose that is because everything remains unknown. He wants the “actor” to play the role of a "street prostitute" to protect the "true target". This is a very difficult role. They need to convince everyone that there is a reason to protect the "real target (MC)". Just like those World Rep did. The actor needs to show a seasoned feeling that goes along with the role. That's why the Yurakucho Guild had to prepare a "substitute" to match it. Thanks to Babe Bunyan and the “Actor”, the World Rep of the Great Spirit has stepped off the stage. Thanks to that, they have the opportunity to serve as Wakan’s substitute for the first time. Oscar tells them the preface has become long, but how about you, can you be "useful"? The “Actor” nodded. Because for the "actor", only being "useful" was the supreme pleasure. Oscar then uses his sacred artifact and in no time, the “actor” has become a “World Rep who is absent from this world”, Bigfoot. If Barong was an actor who devoted himself to God, then he was an actor who could become God itself. Feelings for a certain person (MC) overflowing in his heart. The "persuasive power" accumulated in the eternal time wells up. Bigfoot began to loudly proclaims he love love loves MC from the bottom of his heart. He can do anything for them. He would gladly offer his body and soul. He can throw everything away. Oscar watching, thinks to himself, in this world, no one can decide who they love. But if it were free to choose, all the tragedies in the world would disappear. Romeo shouldn't have fallen in love with Juliet. Juliet shouldn't have loved Romeo. Because the families they were born into have been bitter and hated each other for a long time. If you were looking at it from a "God" perspective. If only I could control my mind freely. I'm sure that person will be able to live as desired by parents and friends. Equal to that miracle, the strongest power is surely "useful" in this world. Even the story of that hopeless tragedy will surely be turned into a comedy. but if one get too close to those that "lack existence" they will draw you in and will lose control and go on a rampage in the streets of Yurakucho.

We cut to the present as we see Nobumichi holding off the Missing with his sacred artifact. Nobumichi knows that no law, past or present, can "save everyone without fail." He know that the only thing hr can capture in this way is only what he can see from my point of view. That's why he became a loyal dog, following orders from above. Seeing Nobumichi fight, Beowulf wants to join in, but Wyrm is still a little out of it. Beowulf playfully calms him down and took down some of the missing at same time. Beowulf, who has broken the treasured sword he can wield, becomes bare-handed, and has no weapons left, becomes the strongest. That is the “power to throw away everything about yourself”. You can never win against an opponent who has left something behind. With this power, Beowulf boasted of being the strongest against all opponents in the past. Oscar, maskless, watches as MC jump into the core of the Exception said, “Loki, you are intelligent, savage, and oratorical. He always gave me objective, “useful” advice. That's why I also wanted to show the desired me. I wanted to show myself on an equal footing with you. I've been living in fiction all my life so that I can be worthy of the "you" who watches over me. A genius playwright with education, blood lineage, and a famous theater company. Guildmaster of the Entertainers with great power. You're the one who taught me for the first time that there's nothing beyond that title.” Humans are said to be social animals. So, if you peel off the "social", what remains is the "animal". Oscar didn't want to show that he was an "animal". That's why he’s been living wearing a social "mask". Oscar remembers what Loki told him before. Flashback to Loki saying “I abhor ``fiction'' for the purpose of turning a desirable narrative. I hate being moved for someone else's sake. I just hate pretending to be for myself.” Oscar wonders what might have been the meaning behind Loki's words. Loki, who doesn't even have a single freedom of movement, Oscar wondered what he would have looked like freed. Oscar doesn’t know , he can’t have the viewpoint of "God". No, even if you are in the perspective of "God" who looks down on everything from the sky, you can't just look at yourself. If Loki is the first person to openly point out what is under the mask, then MC is the one who is showed the naked appearance under the mask. MC, the hateful one who embarrassedly exposed their scarred self, their pathetic self. Oscar said MC better come home safely and they better make a face like, "Nothing happened." Looking beyond the abyss that was once dropped, Oscar murmurs as he gazes at the destination of his chosen opponent. This can of his no longer has the power to calm the chaos of the stage. This is because it has already come to light that the Entertainers have violated the conditions for using their "management privilege". And if this chaos continues, all of Tokyo will be swallowed.

We cut to inside of the Exception. MC is getting overwhelmed by the “lack of existence” until Yuma showed up to help them. MC thanks Yuma and ask him about Amduscias. Yuma tells that they came here together but got separated. Yuma ask MC why they ask. Yuma thinks back to his fight with Amduscias. They saw how MC was trying to stop them but couldn’t so they stopped fighting themselves. MC said they did that because they too was watching them from the broadcast from before. Yuma thanks MC for watching him and introduce himself. Yuma thinks to himself he don't even know himself, just as it is. He didn't know himself for a long time. He came wandering without being able to see himself. without knowing what he is. He has no place to live anywhere in this world. He thought there was no other person like me anywhere in the world. When Yuma looks at MC with his own eyes, he said they are a wonder. MC is neither human nor a beastman. Yuma stares at MC intently. Yuma get closer and move his nose. Like smelling something suspicious that he has never met before. MC ask what’s wrong. Yuma backs away and said it was nothing. It was at that time they see Bigfoot. Bigfoot is having more and more of his “role” violently peeling away. The “actor’s” true identity is that he was the son of the chief of a shaman tribe living in a certain snowy mountain in his homeworld. He had a peculiar talent. It is said that any "god" can be brought down. Therefore, he was not given a name. In order to become a vassal of a completely pure "god". Oscar gave him the name Bigfoot. An "urban legend" is something that does not exist. Information that does not give you enough "faith" to become a "myth". He was called a name for the first time in his life. It was warm, he was happy, he wanted to help. Yuma throws MC over to Bigfoot to get them closer to him. "It", which had lost all "vanity", was becoming "a lack of existence". Bigfoot was slowly turning into a Missing. The actor doesn’t know his name anymore. He don't even know who he is. The name given to him was gone, the role given to him was gone. MC ask him what name does he want. MC remembers when they first arrived in Tokyo. They had nothing on that day. A name that vaguely popped into their head. But there was someone somewhere who believed in them. And they remember someone somewhere who acknowledged it. Bigfoot thinks to himself how could he not think of someone special who was the first to accepted him as he had decided for myself. That is the fate of an actor. He will never forget the person who saw his fiction for the first time. Bigfoot regain his sense of self. He and MC do the usual Exception handling ritual. There’s only one left, Kirito. We cut to Duo who begins to uncover the truth about the Shinjuku incident. It began with a sin that has been committed from the viewpoint of "God". An unforgivable sin committed by Mononobe as a supervisor of this game. And for the Entertainers to set the stage, they crossed a line as a guild of the management side.

#chapter 14 #Housamo spoilers

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