#Anton trese

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One of my favorite pages in the Trese Lite: Postcard Book 1 is the page where Alex is seen riding a paper boat with Crispin and Basilio in the land of the duwende (tiny earth-elemental creatures). It wasn’t shown much in the actual comics nor the Netflix show how they were like growing up together so this little peek was so nice!

The postcard is from Alex to her father and says the following:

Dear Papa,

All is well in the land of duwende. I feel you sent me here with the Kambal to learn something. We have not encountered any threats ever since we’ve arrived. I’m beginning to worry that I’ve begun to relax my defenses.

~Alex

I feel like Anton sent the kids there together to be able to bond with each other. More specifically, he wanted Alex to learn to trust and accept the Kambal since Alex was strongly against their adoption into the Trese family (she even wanted them killed). Being trained to be a Babaylan-Mandirigma from such a young age, I guess Anton also wanted Alex to have some fun memories to look back to from her childhood. The plan seems to be working with how Alex is able to feel relaxed with the boys in their trip. In the picture, the Kambal also look much more older than when they were taken in by Anton (in the comics). So, it really shows how slowly it took for Alex to finally accept them.

#Alexandra Trese #the kambal #Crispin #Basilio #Anton Trese #Team Trese #Trese #Trese Komiks #Trese Postcards #trese analysis #trese 🔍 #trese childhood #Trese Lite #found family #mp #my posts

[darksideofthemamon]

Trese Family Headcanons

I randomly wanted to share some of my headcanons about the Trese family XD

It says in Bloodlines that Fr. Matt Trese had a “long and rebellious adolescence” that landed him in a seminary. It turned out ok though cus he found his calling and became a priest. 

Imagining Matt as an edgy rebellious teen led me to examine the Trese family and that’s how I got these HC’s! 

Carlos- Is the eldest so he probably had a lot of attention growing up, but also a lot of responsibility. I feel he wants to make his dad proud and if he has any issues, it has to do with the pressure of this. (Also I notice that despite being the eldest, he wasn’t the one to follow in their dad’s footsteps. That ended up being Alexandra, the youngest.) I feel Anton's death really affected him and is why he's such a vicious vigilante.

Rick- I HC that among all the Trese kids, Rick is closest to their lolo. They share similar interests and he ended up following in Alexander’s footsteps and became a professor of history and antiquities. Even physically, the two share similar traits. After the battle at the Balete Tree, Rick was the one to stay behind with his lolo while the other boys went to fight in the Underworld. 

Jimmy- After reading his story in Vol. 7, I could not help but HC that Jimmy is a mama’s boy XD Jimmy is the youngest of the boys, has a very playful and charming personality (even claims to be “a lover, not a fighter”), and resembles Anton the most. He mentioned in his narration that he promised his mom he’d quit smoking (though he still does). Idk but I instantly imagined that he's closest to Miranda and she always had a soft spot for him! 

Alexandra- Is the youngest and only living girl among the kids. Despite being the youngest, she was really more of her dad’s “heir” in the sense that she was the one who took up the mantle of Babaylan-Mandirigma. We see her as a young girl accompanying her dad to cases. She also has a whole prophecy about her. Similar to Carlos, I imagine she had a lot of attention from their parents growing up, especially their dad who she seems close to. 

And that leaves us with Matt. When I examine the Trese family, I can’t find anyone whom he would be close to (though to be fair, we haven’t met their other relatives yet!). Not that he was neglected or anything! I’m sure his parents loved their kids equally. It’s just that it can be hard when you stick out in your family and there’s no one who really understands you. 

Heck, even as a priest, Matt stands out in his family. Even though they all took different paths, everyone else is involved with Philippine mythology, spells, magic artifacts, and other things that the Church would consider “occult” or “pagan”. When Alexandra offers him one of their lolo’s artifacts for protection, Matt outright says that the Vatican “wouldn’t approve” of such items. Even as a well-adjusted adult, Matt stands out in his family. (And hey we can also think about what Matt’s colleageus think of his family given how the Church tends to view magic and witchcraft!) 

This all ties back to Matt having had a “long and rebellious adolescence”.  I guess when I try to examine their dynamics, I can understand why that was! 

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RULES

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WRITE LIST — HIGHLIGHTED ARE PERSONAL FAVOURITES

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE — Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando/DIO, Robert E.O. Speedwagon, Part 1/3. Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Wamuu/Wham, Kars, Esidisi, Santana, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Muhammed Avdol, Hol Horse, Steely Dan, Terence T. D'Arby, Daniel J. D'Arby, N'Doul, Vanilla Ice, Yoshikage Kira, Rohan Kishibe, Tonio Trussardi, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Risotto Nero, Melone, Ghiaccio, Formaggio, Illuso, Vinegar Doppio/Diavolo, Part. 4/6. Jotaro Kujo, Narciso Anasui, Weather Report, Enrico Pucci, Gyro Zeppeli, Johnny Joestar, Funny Valentine, and Gappy Higashikata [Warning: From Part 7-8, I haven't read much yet, so I'm not too familiar with the characters as of 09.28.22.]

THE ARCANA — Julian, Lucio, Muriel, and Asra

GENSHIN IMPACT — Zhongli, Kamisato Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Thoma, Arataki Itto, Heizou, Al Haitham, Childe, The Harbringers [Pierro and Capitano specifically] and Tighnari

OVERWATCH — Soldier 76, Reaper, Sigma, Reinhardt, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Doomfist, Baptiste, Ramattra, Junkrat, Roadhog, and Zenyatta

GOD OF WAR — Kratos, Thor, Týr, Modi, Magni, Sindri, Baldur and Deimos [Warning: I don’t know much about this franchise but they are hot and I would be willing to put in research.]

SLASHERS — Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Herbert West, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz

BLOOD OF ZEUS — Heron, Seraphim, Evios, Kofi, Apollo, Ares, Hermes, Zeus, and Hades

TRESE — Crispin, Basilio, Talagbusao, Anton, and Tapia

YASUKE — Yasuke, Nobunaga Oda, Moriosuke, and Achoja

AVATAR — Jake Sully, Tsu'tey, Tonowari, Miles Quaritch [both human or avatar]

MORE TO BE ADDED IN THE NEAR FUTURE...

#navigation — rules !

[maounosekai]

"They're murderers!"

Did a sloppy doodle of a meme. P.S. Please watch Trese on Netflix~ uwu

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[adarlingmess]

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.

III: Hiraya

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: imagination, vision, illusion; the fruit of one’s dreams, wishes, and aspirations; a dream.

Basilio knows there’s a line he’s crossing, and he’s at the point of no return.

Words: 4144

Characters: Basilio, Sabina (OC), Crispin, Hank Sparrow, Alexandra Trese, Anton Trese, Reyna Manananggal, Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only), Gog (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: English, with a few Filipino words and phrases sprinkled in.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Strong language, sexual themes, discussion about past about non-con

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again (1)

Umagang kay kalat sa inyo, here’s part three of my Basilio x OC fic. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a proper story one day, but right now my Basilio brainrot is back with a vengeance. This was sitting in my hard drive since September and I thought maybe a day before Valentine’s day was a good day to finally post it in public. I couldn’t decide which scene to draw for the art tie-in so I ended up with a two-page comic 😩

Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above.

In hindsight, Sabina should’ve saved her last cigarette for later.

Now, she has nothing to calm her down except for the water flowing from the motel’s sink. Gingerly, she presses a finger on a bruised patch of skin on her neck. Even with her regenerative abilities, it’ll take a while to disappear. It’s been a while since her last feeding, too. She’ll need something substantial soon.

It’s fine. The bruises are nothing a little concealer couldn’t fix.

She steps out of the bathroom in nothing but the towel the motel staff provided. The air conditioner’s hum and the idle chatter on the television reached her ears.

The aroma of food reached her nose, and with her eyes, she saw her childhood friend sitting on the bed and helping himself to a chicken leg while watching TV.

“Chicken arrived while you were showering,” Basilio says, grinning at her. “They said the rest of the food will come soon.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rings and Sabina answers it. An order of La Paz batchoy arrived courtesy of room service. She sets it on the table, where more servings of food can be found, and soiled dishes piled up in the corner. Sabina gathers the dirty dishes and hands them over to housekeeping with a quiet thank you.

The kitchen staff wasn’t sure whether they should be grateful for the patronage or frustrated at the volume of orders they received.

Of course a war demigod with an insatiable appetite and a ravenous aswang agreed to order everything on the menu.

Aswang metabolism will burn through all those calories like its paper. Sabina isn’t quite sure why the Kambal requires so much food to function, though. Fond memories of bonding over Hank’s cooking resurfaced.

Maybe she should visit the Diabolical again, this time for pleasure. Hopefully she can still request a plate of spaghetti from Hank, even though the place is a bar now.

Basilio reaches for the other chicken leg and Sabina has no other choice but to swat his hand.

“That’s mine,” she warns him, playfully.

With a pout, Basilio settles on the crispy pata instead. “Ang daya.”

“Anong madaya?” Sab crosses her arms. “You already had the other leg. Takaw mo.” Sabina sits next to him in the bed and helps herself to the food. She finishes the chicken leg in no more than a few bites. Then, she made a quick trip to the table to retrieve the steaming bowl of soup.

Basilio nudges her playfully when she sits back down to eat. “You’re one to talk.”

Sabina laughs and playfully rolls her eyes. She was about to take her first sip when Basilio’s arm quickly shot out to stop her. “Wait, this has garlic in it.”

“Duh, I could smell it cooking from the kitchen while I was in the shower.”

“Isn’t garlic going to hurt you?”

Sabina hums and takes a sip of the broth to show him she’ll be fine. Her face turns red, and not from embarrassment. “See? I’m fine. I’m pretty sure you had spicy food before, right?”

Basilio remembers that time he bit into a slice of siling labuyo in the vinegar that came with Hank’s crispy beef tapa. He nods.

“It burns, right? Garlic’s spicy when I eat it. I’ve built a tolerance to it to blend in with the humans.”

“No wonder smearing crushed garlic on a manananggal’s lower half would kill her. That must be one hell of a burn.”

Sabina laughs at the morbid turn their conversation took. “I mean, if I took crushed sili and smeared it all over a human’s wound, it’s going to hurt too.”

“What about waving garlic around to repel aswang? Why does that work?”

“It’s the same principle as humans cutting onions. It irritates our eyes, but the effect is stronger due to our sharper senses. So yes, before you ask, I could smell your feet the moment you took your shoes off earlier and somehow I still decided to have fun with you.”

Basilio pouts. “Oy! My feet don't-” he takes his foot up to sniff it- “ok, fine, it’s a little funky.”

For the first time in years, Basilio witnesses Sabina roar with laughter, lively and unabashed. “And a little is a lot to us aswang!”

Despite the teasing, Basilio laughs with her.

She rests her chin on his shoulder as she calms down.

A few years ago, she would’ve been resting her chin on Basilio’s head. She used to loom over him; a weeping willow drawn to his more outgoing nature. Then, she stopped growing when she was twelve, while somewhere down the line, the Kambal got a growth spurt and they’re almost a foot taller than her.

Life is unfair.

Sabina finished the last of her soup, and popped a piece of candy in her mouth. Basilio notices it, interest piqued.

“Hey, isn’t that the same candy you used to bring us when we were kids? I missed those.”

“Yeah. This was the last piece I had with me though.”

Basilio smirks. “We could share it.”

“Hay nako, Bas, you…”

Her train of thought stops when a news report interrupts regular programming. News of the stunt they just pulled off reached the airwaves. From the studio, the broadcast transitions to the scene of the incident. Then, it cuts to an angry Gog, Mama Grande’s eldest son, pushing reporters gunning for a statement aside.

Basilio guessed that if her son was pissed, Mama Grande definitely was too.

Sabina grabs the remote and switches it to the music channel.

“Uy, I was watching that!”

“Sorry. Bad memories.”

With a questioning look, Basilio turns to her. “Ex boyfriend?”

Sabina scoffs, furrowing her eyebrows. “Wasn’t even a boyfriend. Send Verdugo my thanks for taking out his eye. I’d say thank you myself, but he might turn me into a leather coin purse.”

“This Gog guy really hurt you badly, huh?”

Basilio guessed that his lady friend was pushing back horrible memories, and he was right.

“Can we drop it? I just don’t wanna see his mug.”

“Okay,” Basilio shrugs. He finishes the rest of his meal and adds the plate to the pile. After washing his hands in the bathroom, he plops next to his playmate.

“Why don’t you look at my mug instead while I make you forget all about him?”

Basilio’s chuckle was almost cruel when he saw Sabina’s eyes widen. The aswang princess is bashful in person compared to her self-assured demeanor when she’s either crooning or shrieking into a mic on the stage, or a gun when she’s perched on a rooftop. She reminds him of the candy she used to give him and his Kuya Crispin when they were young; they impatiently bit through the hard peppermint snaps, only to find molten chocolate in the core.

He buries his nose at the crook of her neck. Sabina smells of soap and that same peppermint candy, layered with hints of vanilla and a floral note he couldn’t quite place.

Basilio wants to eat her all up.

“Wait, you wanna go again? You already finished, Bas. You made me finish twice. Not that I’m complaining...”

Taking the empty bowl from Sabina’s hand, Basilio sets it by the bedside table, and he cages his old friend between his arms.

“Let’s make it even then.” He leans in to croon in her ear. “I still have some fight in me. We can go for a few more rounds if you’re up for it, pillow princess.”

A warm tongue lapping at a darkening bruise on her collarbone makes Sabina shudder. “Brush your teeth before you put your mouth anywhere near my-”

Before they knew it, they’re laying on the bed, an exhausted pile of limbs tangled with each other. Basilio cradles his lady friend’s head on his bicep, and he buries his nose in her messy crown of hair.

There’s blood on the sheets from when Sabina had clawed her lover’s back to shreds. Thankfully, his back has already healed. On the other hand, the loving bruises his mouth left on her skin aren’t going away soon. She’s panting, one leg over his thigh.

“That was not a few more rounds,” Sabina mumbles, catching her breath.

Basilio licks his lips, and draws her closer to him. “Princess, the fact that you can still talk means those weren’t enough rounds.”

A breathless laugh escapes Sabina’s lips. “Ugh, you are an incorrigible pervert!”

Basilio raises an eyebrow at her, and he smirks. “You’re one to talk. Where did you even learn that trick with your tongue?”

“I can’t give away all of my secrets.” Sabina smiles, content and sleepy. “The first time I got with someone in years and it got this intense…”

“We lasted more rounds than Manuel’s last boxing match,” Basilio chuckles.

“We sure did, you perv. How long have you wanted to do this?” Sabina asks, lightly pressing on a tender bruise on her neck, one of the many marks he left on her skin. “Para kang mauubusan.”

Basilio doesn’t choose to respond, opting to bury his face in her hair. Sabina didn’t have to look at his face to know that he’s wearing a satisfied smile on his lips.

She checks the time on her phone. Almost five in the morning. As nocturnal creatures, it’s the equivalent of bedtime for most aswang. She sends a quick explanation and an apology to her bandmates for suddenly leaving them the night before, and tosses her phone aside. Then, she takes off her glasses.

Their activities made her desperate for sleep.

Turning back to her lover, she settles in his arms, and notices a pattern on his right shoulder, extending all the way to his chest. Sabina traces it with a feather-light touch. “So, where did you get this tattoo?”

“It’s not a tattoo. It’s a birthmark, I think.”

“I haven’t seen it when we were younger, though.”

Sabina eyes it with curiosity, letting her thoughts occupy her so sleep couldn’t. She should be getting dressed and going home. She wonders why Basilio isn’t moving either.

“Isn’t Alex-” she corrects herself, thinking that using the Lakan’s name is far too casual for an informant like her- “I mean Trese going to look for you?”

“Shhh, let’s not think about work for now. C’mon. Get some rest.”

Stretching as she yawns, Sabina closes her eyes. “If you say so.”

Minutes later, she feels that his eyes are still on her, and she sticks out a tongue.

“Close your eyes,” the aswang mumbles, groggy and a little irritated, eyes heavy with sleep. 

“But I like you.”

“You can still like me with your eyes closed.”

Basilio began to play with her crown of wavy hair. Sabina huffs in amusement and snuggles closer to his chest.

When he pressed a kiss on her forehead, she felt warmth spread through her face. In response, she cranes her neck to look at him. Taken aback by the intimacy he’s showing her, her misty eyes search his pitch-black ones for an answer.

“Basilio, I…”

“I missed you, Sab.”

They share a sweet, drawn-out kiss as they lay entangled in each other’s arms.

It’s like the one she gave him the day she said goodbye, from a more innocent time.

“I missed you too,” she mumbles against his mouth.

Perhaps in the flurry of the night’s events and the haze of her feelings for the demigod, she had let her guard down.

They stopped being in each other’s lives all of a sudden, and just like that, reconnection was just as abrupt. However, the innocence from the days of playing tagu-taguan and bahay-bahayan is long gone. The warm camaraderie they shared grew to a smoldering fire.

The tension boiled over and neither of them stopped themselves from reacting to it.

Sabina had let him crawl under her skin, and Basilio knew this.

Basilio caresses her cheek, and her hand touches his arm. The princess’ eyes flutter shut, with tiny droplets of tears resting on her long eyelashes.

He reminisces about the day he and his kuya met her.

Peals of laughter echoed in the Diabolical Cafe as he ran from Crispin in a game of taya. Their footsteps pounded against the floor and the walls, which alerted Hank to their presence. He put his cleaver down and called them over.

A sutsot from Hank could mean one of two things: he needs to say something important to them, or he’s about to deliver a scolding.

The Kambal stops in their tracks, floating over to Hank.

“There’s someone taking a nap on the couch,” he tells them. “You two, be polite and keep the noise down.”

“A guest?” Basilio asks. “Why would a guest sleep on the couch?”

“Because they’re sleepy, duh,” Crispin retorts, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before the two can squabble, Hank cuts them off with an explanation. “That’s the Reyna Manananggal’s kid. Don’t mess with her or you might end up as aswang chow.”

The two nod in unison, and float away from him to play somewhere else.

Curiosity gets the best of Basilio when he looks over his shoulder and sees wavy hair sticking out from the sofa. He sneaks away from his brother’s sight to investigate.

“A girl!”

Hank squints at him, an unamused look on his face. “Oy Basilio, I’m warning you!”

It was too late. Crispin comes over to investigate too.

The younger Kambal kneels in front of the sofa to get a closer look. The girl clinging onto a pillow, pressing it close to her chest. She wore her hair in low pigtails, the waves cascading down her shoulders. On the bridge of her nose, her glasses perched askew. Behind the glasses, Basilio could see that her eyelashes were long. She snored lightly. On her school ID, whose lanyard was tied to her purple school trolley, it says that she goes to “St. Agnes’ Academy for Girls”. In capital letters, her name is spelled out for Basilio: Sabina Marie A. Evasco.

“She’s pretty!” Basilio didn’t modulate his voice at all, and his excitement was to blame. “She doesn’t look like a manananggal… or even an aswang. If her mama’s a reyna, does that make her a prinsesa?”

Crispin puts a forefinger against his own lips and hushes his little brother. “Shh! We can ask her later when she wakes up! Let’s get out of here!”

Awakened by the chatter, the girl stirs and stretches her arms. She takes off her glasses and rubs the sleep from her eyes. There’s a small, blurry figure in front of her.

A kid like her. Finally, she was waiting for a playmate!

Hank said there’s a girl a few years older than her that she can play with when the grownups’ meeting is over.  Maybe they can braid each other’s hair. Sabina Marie thinks she’s small for someone older though.

When she put on her glasses, however, she found out that playmate wasn’t a girl at all. Hank had told her about two brothers who were around her age too.

She blinks a few times. Her sleepiness turns into surprise. “Ah! A boy!”

Crispin tsked. “Yan tuloy! Basilio woke her up!”

Basilio flashes a winning grin. “Hehe. Sorry I woke you up, Sleeping Beauty.”

From the kitchen, Hank couldn’t help but laugh. “Oy, tama na ang pick-up line. Magpakilala ka ng ayos.”

“Hi, I’m Basilio.”

“I’m Crispin. I’m his kuya.”

The girl looks at them back and forth, fascinated by the fact that they’re twins. Their features are identical, save for the lengths of their hair. The one more eager to talk to her, Basilio, had longer hair tied to a ponytail. The older, quieter one, Crispin, had his hair cut short and neat. 

She decides that they’re nice and gives them a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m Sabina Marie.”

“Your name’s too long. Can I call you Sab?” Basilio asks her, scooting closer.

“Um, sure!”

Gregarious little Basilio sits next to her on the couch, and the more reserved Crispin joins them. They chat idly, and not long after, they’re off to play a game of taya.

Hearing about their plan, Hank calls out. “Oy, you two, she’s not used to playing with boys so treat her gently.”

The younger of the two interjects defensively. “We’re not gonna hit her!”

“Promise!” Crispin adds.

Little Sabina Marie giggles as her new playmates grab her by the hand to lead her outside. “C’mon, let’s play!”

“Let me comb your hair later!”

“Whatever makes you happy, princess!”

The afternoon came and went, and by the end of it, they’re sitting on the table, red-faced, sweaty, and hungry from an afternoon of play. Each of them enjoyed a plate of Hank’s spaghetti with hotdogs and a tall glass of cold orange juice for merienda. Crispin is sitting next to his brother, while Basilio is sitting next to their new friend.

They finished their meal and Sabina digs around her uniform’s skirt pocket. She brings out individually wrapped pieces of candy.

“Do you want some?” she asks the Kambal, and smiles sweep across their faces.

“Uy, candy!” the two almost say in unison. Their grabby hands were more than eager to take them off Sabina Marie’s. They eagerly wolfed the peppermint snaps down.

“Oy, leave some for her,” Hank scolded them, chuckling.

“It’s okay, they can have it. My new mama- I mean, Inang Reyna has more in her office.”

Hank turns to the boys. “At least thank her for the candy.”

“Thanks Sab,” Crispin says with a mouthful of sweets, and his brother follows suit. “Yeah, thanks for the candy!”

At least the attempts to instill some good manners in the boys are working, and Hank helps the children clear the table.

“Are you gonna be back again to play tomorrow?” Crispin asks, passing a plate to his new friend.

“If Inang Reyna lets me, sure.”

“We could ask permission from her if you want,” Basilio suggests. “I’m sure she’ll let us!”

All Hank could do was rub the back of his neck.

They are Talagbusao’s children, for crying out loud. Everyone in the council is a little fearful of them, but the proud, clannish aswang were especially spooked.

Sabina hesitated. “Um…”

Multiple footsteps are approaching. Before the Kambal’s new friend can give her answer, all the children turn and see various members of the council emerging from the library. Among them was a tall, regal woman in a red business suit. Without saying a word, little Sabina Marie gets off her stool to greet her.

The lady in red crinkles her nose. “Ugh, Sabina Marie, what happened to you? Amoy araw ka. Did you play under the sun?” She made no effort to wipe her sweat off. Instead, a teenage girl comes forth to tend to her.

“I made new friends. We played a game of taya outside,” Sabina tells her, motioning to the Kambal. For a brief moment, the Reyna Manananggal’s composure wavers, lips twitching into a deep frown, before she clears her throat and places a hand on Sabina’s head. On the other hand, the teenage girl beside the queen wasn’t as subtle with her disapproval, eyeing the brothers warily and pressing her younger sister closer to herself.

“Maria Rowena,” the queen addresses the teenager, “go take your little sister to the car. I’ll follow shortly after.”

“Opo, Inang Reyna.”

Rowena ushers Sabina, grabbing her by the forearm. “Wait, Ate Weng. I haven’t said goodbye to them yet.”

“Those boys are dangerous, Sabina. Let’s. Go.”

Little Sabina Marie gives her new pals a haphazard wave goodbye, confused by the entire situation. “Huh? But they’ve been nice to me. Why are they dangerous, Ate?”

“I’ll explain in the car! Stop. Asking. Questions.”

“I will if you give me an answer that makes sense!”

The sisters squabble on their way out, and Crispin and Basilio are just as confused as to why their new playmate is suddenly being whisked away.

Being the bolder of the two, Basilio dares to ask the queen a question. “Can she come back to play with us?”

The queen of the Manananggal clan turns to him, crossing her arms. “No.”

“Why not?” Basilio asks. His Kuya Crispin comes forward, taking his place at his brother’s side in his defense; the Reyna Manananggal wasn’t looking at Basilio with kindness.

“Little boy, do you know what you are?”

The Kambal gave each other confused looks. Leaving the kitchen, Hank approaches them, ready to smooth talk the kids’ way out of trouble.

Thankfully, he won’t need to.

Anton approaches with Alexandra in tow. “That’s enough. Children should be allowed to play and live normal lives. That includes your new daughter, as agreed upon in the council’s emergency meeting.”

The Reyna Manananggal narrows her eyes. “Talagbusao’s half-breeds are a danger to everyone they meet and you know it. I didn’t adopt a new daughter just for her to become these warchildren’s plaything.”

“I can assure you that they’re being taught how to treat others with kindness and respect.”

“Is that so? Don’t take me for a fool, Lakan. I have my own connections. I’ve heard about their mother’s fate. What makes you say that these brats won’t grow up to take after their father?”

Anton’s gaze hardens to a glare. “Let’s not talk about that in front of the children,” he cuts her off. “I don’t like what you’re implying, Reyna.”

Crispin and Basilio looked at the adults back and forth the whole time, unable to make sense of what they really meant. Even with the violent ways they were exposed to, the innocence of childhood somehow remained.

The Reyna Manananggal glares back in response. “Don’t tell me it never crossed your mind, that any attempts at taming their desire for bloodlust and domination will not work.”

“I’ve made it clear in the past that I will be held responsible when they go out of control. Worry not about how I raise Crispin and Basilio. It’s Sabina you should worry about.”

“Are you questioning my parenting? I thought we already settled in the meeting that I’m more than capable of taking Sabina Marie under my wing. I’ve even agreed to postponing her initiation to the manananggal clan until she’s sixteen years old.”

“I’m not. I’m simply reminding you of what these children need. Family. Friends.”

The queen sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. She crosses her arms again, taking one last nervous glance at the warchildren. “Fine. As long as you don’t meddle with how I raise my children, Lakan, I’ll allow their little playdates with my daughter.”

“As long as the stipulations are upheld, there’s no meddling to be done.”

“And if they lay a finger even on a single lock of her hair-”

“They will be disciplined. I’ll personally see to that.”

Conceding, the Reyna Manananggal uncrosses her arms and gives the Lakan’s lot one last look. “Hmph.”

Heels clacking against the cafe’s floor, she walks away, ready to be done with this sordid affair.

Once all of the guests leave, the Trese household settles down. Alex sat with Hank and they discussed what happened in the council meeting, while Anton tended to the boys. They were sitting on the couch, not a sound from the normally rambunctious pair. At the moment, they look like kicked puppies.

“Are we really a danger to anyone we meet?” the older of the two asks, frowning.

His little brother was affected by the queen’s treatment more deeply, pouting and looking forlorn. What she said got under his skin, horribly so. “Sir, what are we? Why are so many people afraid of us?”

Anton looks at Hank, then his daughter, and back to the twins. They all share a look of understanding. “Boys, I think it’s time that we talk.”

At that point, the now adult Basilio stops reminiscing. He didn’t want to reopen that wound.

He focuses on Sabina instead, who’s now fast asleep. She almost looked the same the day he found her on the couch. Sleep is the only time her face looks relaxed.

The realization sinks in, and so does the guilt.

Basilio just got intimate with his childhood friend, maybe his first love, if he can call what he felt for her back then love. Worse, she happens to be an aswang, the Reyna Manananggal’s daughter. Worst of all, Sabina is their informant; their informant for aswang activity, no less.

Bossing is going to kill him.

He closes his eyes. He’ll deal with that after some sleep.

Sabina’s soft breaths kisses his skin, and he thinks this was totally worth the scolding he’ll receive.

Crossing paths with his childhood friend again was a pleasant surprise. Holding her like this is a dream come true.

Basilio kisses her temple, and he holds her as slumber takes hold of him.

Translations:

La Paz batchoy - a local Filipino noodle dish with pork offal, crushed pork cracklings, chicken stock, beef loin and round noodles/miki

Ang daya. - That’s unfair.

Anong madaya? - What do you mean unfair?

Takaw mo. - You glutton.

Siling labuyo - a small chili pepper cultivar developed in the Philippines.

Hay nako - an expression similar to “Oh my”; some linguists say it comes from “Nanay ko po!” which means “Oh my Mother!”. Used to express frustration or exasperation.

Para kang mauubusan. - Lit. “It’s like you’ll run out (of me)”. Another way to translate this is “It’s like you can’t get enough.”

tagu-taguan - hide and seek

bahay-bahayan - playing house

taya - tag

sutsot - a hiss; a psst sound

Yan tuloy! - an expression when something unfortunate happens; can be translated as “Now look at what happened!”

Oy, tama na ang pick-up line. Magpakilala ka ng ayos. - Hey, enough with the pick-up lines. Introduce yourself properly.

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

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[danikoshi]

Anton, recently after taking in the twins: Senseless violence isn't the answer

Basilio and Crispin: *Pause then turns to eachother*

Crispin: You're right

Anton: *Sighs in relief*

Basilio: Violence is the question

Anton: Wait what?-

Both, bolting away: And the answer is yes!

Anton, running after them: nO-

#Then ate Alex catches them trying to run up the stairs #Lets just say Anton gave them a good scolding #They're still learning #It'll take some time #Maybe #I hope... #trese #trese komiks #trese netflix #trese incorrect quotes #basilio #crispin #the kambal #anton trese

[darlingxdarkling]

Things I wish they included in the Trese Anime, in no particular order

Spoilers for the comics, obviously! Tumblr mobile isn't letting me put a Read More so if you mind the spoilers, just scroll through please oof

Anton Trese driving through the dwende tunnels and running Datu Talagbusao over with a car

Basilio thwarting a MRT bombing because it cockblocked him from asking for a lady's number, the flirty mfer 🤧💖

THREE SANTELMOS

And speaking of Santelmos, teenage Alex summoning a Santelmo to play with him. Would explain why it addresses her like a childhood playmate on the pilot episode (also Alex doing a "mano po" to her dad. In Filipino culture, it's one way to greet and show respect to your elders and I wish they showed that too!)

Baby Basilio looking for his mom 😭 this scene would've made his "We're more momma's boys" remark heart wrenching

And speaking of his mama, Ramona dying to protect her boys (and baby Basilio going apeshit on his father). Seriously, just showing her stabbed corpse in the anime did her dirty

Revealing that Alex trapped Talagbusao in Eternos using the Dragon's Blood in her bloodstream, which Talagbusao drank in the comics. Eternos was the game Jobert was playing in an earlier episode. Why did they leave a crucial piece of info out? Hopefully season 2 will remedy that!

#Trese #Trese komiks #Trese comics #Trese anime #Alexandra trese #Alex trese #Anton trese #Datu Talagbusao #Talagbusao #Basilio #Crispin #Basilio Trese #Crispin Trese #Kambal #The Kambal #Ramona #Ramona Trese #Jobert #Jobert Trese #Trese spoilers

[wonkiwitch]

how trese characters eat their kit-kitas.

p.s didn’t include nuno bcs he only eats choc-nut k.

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[maranhigkami]

mamshies, papshies, beshies, crushies:

several Trese stand-alone stories and spinoffs have been released for public viewing for quite a while now, on Tresekomix and Sir Budj’s personal blog. they’re quite hard to navigate, however, so i made a mega.nz folder!!!!!!

click HERE

don’t forget to support the series however u can by actually buying physical or online copies!! :’3

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[orobaxis]

gaslight

gatekeep

girlboss

mansplain

manipulate

malewife

#trese #alexandra trese #anton trese #emisaryo #maliksi #nuno sa punso #tapia #i also made a tiktok of this lmao #trese on netflix #tabi tabi po #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #mansplain manipulate malewife #trese memes

[danseru-kun]

Analysis: The Trese family does not treat Crispin and Basilio as adopted sons but familiars

I see a lot of Kambal and Alex fluff in the fandom since the cartoons did bring out the fun in the twins. Not to mention, the cartoons also have the "power of family" going on quite different than how the comics approached some of its story arcs. What is more fun than imagining Alex as this annoyed older sister taking care of her little brothers?

But this sibling relationship is mostly fanon or product of the cartoon, not really the case in the comics in Volume 1-3 where much of the cartoons were based on.

Alexandra herself doesn't see them as brothers, or at least not yet at the end of Volume 3. Why is she called "Bossing" and not "Ate" - which translates to "older sister?"

In Volume 3 - Mass Murders, the twins' origin was revealed. Alex's and initial reactions were understandable since Crispin and Basilio brutally killed Anton's allies, a pack of sigbins - including Puti and Bantay. Alex here was just 15 years old and already pragmatic, fearing the return of Talagbusao. Even Hank wanted to kill the twins.

Note that while it's compassionate for Anton to adopt the boys, he didn't treat them as human children at all. His words were precisely "put to better use." These were not words meant for adopted sons.

After three years of living with the Trese family, the twins don't call Anton anything resembling a family relationship - not Tatay (Father), Tito (honorific for older males), or even Uncle but "sir."

At this point, the twins directly call Alexandra by her name, not "Ate" or not "Bossing."

When Alex came out of the tree three years later, she treated the twins harshly for allegedly failing their duty as bodyguards. Now that Anton was dead, the twins' now follow Alex the way they served her father.

I cannot truly criticize the Treses with their treatment of Crispin and Basilio, as they aren't human and subjected to different standards. The Treses have killed and punished non-humans without any form of mercy but the twins were given a home.

We do see Alex soften and smile around them but I don't think she sees them the same way as her blood siblings, as she is still called "bossing" and not "ate."

All in all, I'm not really aiming to kill the fluffy family headcanons the fandom have now, nor am I trying to paint Alex in a bad light. My goal was to present how the relationship started and progressed, and where it could possibly go. We can see the potential for growth for these characters. After all, Alex herself barely had any moments of vulnerability and softness once she took her role, even when she meets her brothers they just do more work.

The Trese family is all serious business and could use some kind of fun in their lives. Basilio and Crispin might just be what they need.

#Crispin #Basilio #Trese #Alexandra Trese #Meta #Anton Trese

[x-infernhoes-x]

Trese x Reader- Married Life [DRABBLE]

Married Life

Trese x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Domestic Life

Description: Please enjoy this little fic I’ve prepared for you all :) 

The early morning light shone through the curtains of you and your husband’s shared bedroom. Today happened to be a special day and you’ve decided to wake up before he had the chance, rolling over to your side to check if he was still asleep, your prediction was correct and that he was still sleeping like a log, the covers drawn over to his head to block the early morning light. Smiling to yourself, you quietly got yourself out of the bed before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.

 You’ve been married to your husband for at least 5 or more years now and in those years, both of you were happy and content with how your life is with him. Both you and he had stable jobs that paid well and both of you never argued, yes even during the times you were both dating or the times you and he were friends, it was always perfect. Humming to yourself, you then went over to the radio to listen to the morning news, preparing your special breakfast for your beloved. As your thoughts began to travel back to the time you had gotten married down to the little moments you shared with him.

 Ah, speak of the devil.

Hearing the familiar footfalls of your dear husband, you smiled to yourself as you turned to face him, a bright smile on your face, setting the fried eggs into both of your plates set upon the dinner table before putting the frying pan into the sink. “Magandang umaga, mahal. I made us some breakfast!” You would say to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders which he gladly reciprocated despite his sleepy state, his lips placing a loving kiss upon your nose, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, a sleepy smile gracing his features as you looked into his dark eyes full of love, your hands gently playing with his silken locks. “Magandang umaga din sa iyo, mahal. Bakit ang aga mong nagising ngayong araw?” Your husband questioned, head slightly tilted to the side as you responded with a giggle.

 “Well, today happens to be our wedding anniversary and I wanted to do something special for us!” You would reply happily, gently tapping the nose of your surprised husband who could only roll his eyes at you rather lovingly before sitting down to eat his breakfast while you finished up the last of your cooking. It was his favorite and it was served on a silver platter covered by a lid, hiding it behind you. “Mahal, can we take a picture together? Please? It’s not always we get to have our picture together!” You spoke, gesturing to the camera you had set in the living room, just adjacent to the kitchen. Your husband seemed to think this through for a moment before agreeing to your wishes as he stood right before the camera while you set the silver plater on his side of the table. Going over to the camera, you quickly set the timer to 5 seconds before quickly rushing to the side of your loving husband, the two sporting picture-perfect and bright smiles that could rival the sun as the camera went off.

 “Gusto kong makita yung picture natin, mahal.” Your husband would speak from behind you as you waited for the image to finish printing itself as you spoke playfully, “Patience is a virtue, love. Now sit down because I have another surprise for you!” Of course, your husband could do nothing but to oblige to your wishes, quickly sitting down as he took note of the silver plater before him, a grin spreading across his lips, “Is this what I think it is?” He would inquire, his tone was eager as he glanced at you from the side, your eyes shining with delight as you nodded. “Yes, yes, now open it!”

 Just as you had said so your loving husband then lift the lid to reveal the special dish—a pie made out of human hearts. Normally, a normal person would scream out of horror and disgust at what you had just done but not your husband. He was extremely overjoyed at this as you sashayed over to his open arms just to kiss him, the photo from your pocket falling as you spoke, “Happy anniversary, babe! I love you.”

 The photo, that fell upon the floor was noticed by your husband as he reached for it, turning it over to get a glimpse of it with a smile. There in the photo, the two of you stood in all of your glory, finally revealing his face to the world. Your husband was none other than Datu Talagbusao, the War God of Bukidnon myths and the father of the infamous kambal. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

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[missmariaclara]

anton trese + text posts

#trese #trese netflix #anton trese #dr anton trese #trese meme #trese text posts #text posts #myedit #my post

[jmmangkukulam]

The Trese family library

Illustrated by Eddie Mendoza. Trese (2021)

#trese #trese on netflix #trese netflix #art #backgrounds #alexandra trese #anton trese #myposts #mp

[kamwashere]

currently thinking of writing a trese fic where alex is forced to deal with her deep rooted issues with her dad would anyone read it be honest 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼

#alexandra trese #alex trese #anton trese #fuck anton trese my homies hate anton trese #trese #trese 2021 #kamwashere