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disaster-catalyst · 2 years

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The Owl House as Filipino high school students: Tagalog version

not trying to erase anyone's identity here, just some fun self-indulgent filo headcanons with the owl house cast. I'll make an english version soon maybe. :P

Luz Noceda

Bardagol left and right (for a good cause naman madalas)

Academic rivals na medyo hindi with Amity na naging lovers sa gitna ng school year

Paunahan sila recitation pero puro mali naman sagot

Linalaban sa mga poster making contests, pinupuntahan din kapag kailangan magpa-drawing

101% energy binibigay sa class roleplays

Amity Blight

Class president na may lahing pagka-maldita

"Lumayo layo ka nga sakin nandidilim paningin ko sayo"

Dala lahat ng materyales pati lahat ng size sa papel tuloy pinaghihingian every quiz time

Kunwari di kinikilig kapag nakikitang atat si Luz na ma-beat sya sa recit

Gagawa ng project ang paalam yun pala tumakas para makasama si Luz

Willow Park

Elected as class secretary kasi sya pinaka maganda ang sulat

Halaman pinapadala imbes na floorwax

Best in PE at binabato sa sports event at intrams

Natitirang matino at may braincells sa section nila

"Guys umiiyak na si class pres respeto naman oh!"

Gus Porter

Sulsol at Class clown

"Uy payag ka ginaganyan ka lang? kung ako yan-"

Sya din may pinakaalam sa lahat ng chismis sa school, kapag may kailangan kang malaman syempre sakanya unang punta

Ginagawang host every school event

Boscha

Late na nga may dalang starbucks pa

Strictong dance leader, laging from the top kapag may konting mali

Kapag di naging leader sa kahit anong mga project magiging bida-bida

"SUGGESTION LANG EH BAT BA KAYO NAGAGALIT"

Volleyball player din at madalas nakikipag away kay Willow

Hunter

Conyo boy na nag transfer mid-semester

Sheltered na walang alam sa buhay kahit magsaing lang gumagamit pa measuring cups ay jusko

Elected as Class escort kasi crush ng bayan

Teacher's pet kaso nag rebelde din by the end of the school year kasi inimpluwensyahan ni Luz

Edric Blight

Laging may bitbit na gitara kahit intro sa "love yourself" lang alam

Magpapaalam pumuntang cr pero pagbalik may dalang pagkain galing canteen

Lowkey teacher's pet at nabubuhay sa kahit anong validation

"Ma'am ako na po dyan ako na rin po magbuhat ng bag mo"

Emira Blight

Class treasurer dahil mayaman

Nag titirintas ng buhok kapag free time

Stem ang planong course sa college

"Hala teh nasugatan ka? Eto vicks oh magagamot yan pramis"

Puro "wag nalang mag aral" pero nasa with honors din naman

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acaiyatree · 2 years

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my reason why i first started watching toh : i watched a saberspark review of it and he was like "oh, luz and amity might get together"

my reason watching toh now : jagJHagsjahghjGHJASFDHGSdgh

#anw if u actually really wanna know why obvsly the characters and writing yadiyadiya but like #rn #as in RN. in current times. it's bc of how much i relate to it (?)#like as a filo #it's now doubt that toh was made with the lense of an american but like yk.#the colonization and how faith was a part of that #religious trauma (i don't have it but like i'm just glad some mainstream show that kids r gonna watch is diving into it) bc a lot of ppl in-#- the ph has it bc of how much catholicism is forced down our throats #propaganda = the current election + ever since bbm became senator in 2016 #and like... yeah....#i hope that however these elections end we have a happy ending and i hope toh has one too <33 #the owl house #toh

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angelcerise13 · 10 months

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Haha might as well post this here too.

I also realize i can write an in depth explanation about this specific filo au

So pretty much Luz is a Filipino, who is a major weeb (like canon ig) but can't speak nor understand english very good and Amity is half filo half american born in america but transferred to the Philippines (reason unknown) and is annoyed at Luz.

Okay maybe I kinda forgot the lore but I'll try to write it down later

I also used screenshots rather than the original piece... That's why the quality is bad 👌👌

#lumity #the owl house #filo lumity au #i drew this at 12am #toh luz #toh amity #luz x amity

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eli-elien · 2 years

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Thinkn thinkn abt like a owl house au

Raphtalia isn't a normal kid. Definitely not. One day she brought a raccoon inside the house and took it to show and tell without her mom's knowledge. She is obsessed with a book series about a shape shifting magician who defeats their foes with the power of friendship. Very nerdy too.

She suddenly finds a mysterious doorway to another world and meets a sarcastic man with raven hair, Naofumi, who she immediately becomes attached to and begs to become his apprentice.

She meets his daughter, Filo, a tiny creature with wings, a beak, and horns. Her wings feel like leathery bat wings with feathers on it.

Raphtalia finds that his house is alive with the thing being something of a dragon? Creature? Thing?

Ok?

#Rotsh #I just say whatever comes to my mind and toh and rotsh were in there at the same time #So my brain combined the two #K bye bye gotta make dinner <3

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luntiian · 4 years

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Gardenia pt. 1

More willow content ( ;w;)b

#verde's shiz #art #my art #artists on tumblr #fan art #digital art #toh #the owl house #willow park #willow #toh au #willuz #give me the energy to finish this #i rly wanna make willuz content so bad #and to the filos here #this is not about the bread

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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Late Night Stroll/A Cure for Insomnia

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: fluff with crack bits; part of the Kenma with f!Filo!reader as s/o au (same universe as “Kodzuken Tries Eating Filipino Food for the First Time” and “How I Met Your Friend”).

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: food, monosodium glutamate (MSG)’s sleep-inducing powers used as a punchline (sfw), some Filo phrases and jokes (obviously /lh) also a cameo mention of the Miya Twins, a bowl of sunshine and Iwaizumi Hajime (27), Athletic Trainer 😆

a/n: for @cryxtal-ame’s “In The Moonlight” collab—thank you for allowing me to join in your event, sweetie *headpats* ♥️ also I hc’d my selfship with Kenma as night owls, always staying late at night (even though I scold him for not sleeping early every now and then ahaha). Imma use that late-night stroll/konbini raid-with-Osamu prompt you’ve sent to me months ago here @love-amihan 😘 thank you @milffanaccount (I couldn’t tag you so...) @water-and-grass and @paradise-creator for beta reading this!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ *headpats 🥰* || Dedicated to all the night owls out there 🌃

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[00:25]

“Kenma…” The tick-tacking typing sound of the keyboard stopped as your boyfriend turned on his gaming chair and looked at your pouting figure near the doorway, lifting his headset down to rest on his neck.

”Need something, kitten? I thought you’d be sleeping, why’re you still awake?”

You looked down anxiously then on one side until your eyes settled on him. Your hands can’t stop stuffing in and out of your hoodie’s front pocket. Your feet rocked back and forth gently.

“Um, I… I couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled.

Kenma slowly blinked then sighed before he smiled at you. “Get changed into something warmer and wait for me at the doorway. I’ll turn this off in a bit then I’ll follow you there, okay?” He turned his back on you, removed his headset and resumed his typing on the keyboard.

You were still clueless as to why Kenma wanted you to wear some warm clothes and wait for him at the doorway, but nonetheless you followed his instructions and quickly got outside the game room.

[00:53]

“So dark and quiet outside,” you softly whispered, your breath somewhat visible in the chilly midnight air. You glanced at Kenma as the two of you were walking down the dark and empty street, both your hands intertwined and swaying to and fro. “Why are we outside? Where are we going?” you asked.

“To the konbini. I’m still hungry, the beef sinangag (fried rice) you made is good but isn’t enough to make my stomach full,” he grumbled. And as if on cue, Kenma’s stomach grumbled loud, which made the both of you stop walking.

“Aha… gutom nga (hungry indeed),” you observed jokingly while seeing the former Nekoma setter blush with embarrassment.

“Shut up. I wish I could eat another bowl of it, but the meal’s good for two people only.” Kenma tugged on your hand and you both started walking again. “Thank goodness there’s no one in the street at this time… so embarrassing.”

“But the hungry sound your tummy made is cute though!”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is~”

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not!”

[01:34]

The soothing background music blared faintly on the konbini’s speakers as you and Kenma both ate your food on the tables near the glass window, slurping on your cup noodles and chewing on convenience store onigiri.

You took the last bite of your onigiri into your mouth, licking the rice grains off your fingers. “Delicious, but not as delicious as Osamu-san’s onigiri,” you said in a hushed tone, drinking the noodle broth straight from the cup.

“Mhmm… wanna go to Onigiri Miya tomorrow for a date? I’ll clear my schedule—“ His sentence was cut short when you let out a loud burping sound (the staff who’s on shift that time heard it also, their eyes bulged at the sound resembling that of a croaking toad).

Kenma covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, with his back facing you. “How cute.”

“No, it’s not!”

“At least we’re even now.”

“S-shut yer trap, you…”

“Don’t Atsumu me, kitten. You still suck at speaking Kansai-ben.”

[01:56]

The lamppost illuminating a part of the park’s pathway flickered as you both strolled on the way home from the konbini. You both favored the quiet night surrounding the park, aside from a few car sounds from the nearby road and some chirping cicada noises, prompting you to yawn and stretch your arms upward.

Your boyfriend noticed this and calmly asked, “Feel sleepy now?”

You nodded, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “I guess the MSG in the cup noodles we’ve eaten earlier is kicking into my system.” Then your body suddenly shivered and you tighten up your jacket closer. “S-so cold, I wanna go home and curl myself under a kotatsu and sleep there… Kenma, what are you doing?”

You looked down and were faced with a crouching Kenma, his broad back in front of you and his hands curled backwards, as if he’s offering you a piggyback ride.

“Y/N, hop on.”

You felt your face getting flushed and waved your hands in panic, looking around just in case someone saw them. “K-kyanmaaa! Please get up, it’s embarrassing!”

“I know it’s embarrassing, but what would you do if you suddenly pass out and sleep here?” he mumbled, still in a piggyback position; you could see the tips of his ears getting redder every second—and it’s not just because of the cold freezing night. He has a point, you thought, another yawn escaping between your lips.

You walked a bit towards him, a little hesitant at first, before leaning down to rest yourself on his back. You quickly wrapped your arms around Kenma’s shoulders as he hoisted you up on his back comfortably, his arms hooking beneath your thighs.

“Don’t worry, we won’t fall down! All thanks to Shoyo for introducing me to their Olympic trainer Iwaizumi-san,” he grinned, gripping your thighs firmly as he started walking through the pathway towards the park’s exit.

You felt your eyes slowly closing, drowsiness taking over, and faint snores made their exit as you fell asleep on the pro-gamer’s back.

Kenma heard your soft snores and smiled lovingly to himself before looking up at the crescent moon shining above the sky, footsteps nearing your house.

“Sweet dreams, my dear kitten.”

My Masterlist

#[ 🌃 ] - in the moonlight #kozume kenma #kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu filo #haikyuu filipino #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #kozume kenma drabble #kenma drabble #kozume kenma fluff #kenma fluff #🐱saku.fic

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ventodistorie · 3 years

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ENFP

Gli Enfp vengono descritti come persone che si entusiasmano facilmente, che vedono nel mondo sempre mille possibilità e che amano esplorare tutto intorno a loro.

Hanno di solito una forte rete di valori e una loro credenza su cosa sia la giustizia, tanto che sono in grado di buttarsi in scontri per difendere ciò in cui credono.

Fanno facilmente amicizia e hanno la tendenza a coinvolgere le altre persone in ciò che fanno.

Per quanto non possa sembrare, odiano le conversazioni superficiali o banali e, invece, adorano tutto ciò che sembra profondo o misterioso.

Sono degli idealisti come tutti gli xnfx e si faranno film mentali su qualsiasi cosa. (Anche se non sono al livello degli Infp)

Per la loro funzione P, sono esperti nell'arte dell'improvvisazione e, dato che di solito formulano tantissime idee al contempo, faticano a portare a termine le cose.

Non sono bravi nemmeno ad organizzarsi e, come ho letto una volta in un meme, "sono quei tipi di persona che sanno che lavorerebbero bene sotto stretto controllo e organizzazione, ma al contempo odiano stare in orari rigidi e odiano che qualcuno gli dica cosa fare".

Sono uno dei tipi più contradditori. Sembrano bambini per alcuni loro comportamenti, ma al contempo per i loro discorsi possono parere vecchi saggi.

Sono considerati poi ambiversi. Questo perché, per quanto agli Enfp piaccia stare con le altre persone, hanno bisogno di stare del tempo da soli molto più di altri tipi estroversi.

Nei loro discorsi cambiano spesso argomento senza un apparente filo logico (be, basta guardare questo post che non ha un vero e proprio ordine).

Persone/personaggi ENFP:

- Walt Disney

- Star di "Star e Marco contro le forze del male"

- Luz di "The Owl house"

- Spiderman

...

Per chi è enfp, vi riconoscete? Vorreste aggiungere qualcos'altro?

Nel prossimo post approfondirò l'INFP

#enfp #mbti ita #mbti #personalita

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azozzoni · 4 years

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My last contribution to our elippo party! This one is for all the Italians: I hope you’re okay and you’re making the most of being at home. Stay healthy! - Beware, there is smut ahead.

“How long do you think we’ll have to stay here?” Elia asked from where he lay, head hanging off the end of Filippo’s bed, barely suppressing his yawn as the felt the mattress bounce underneath him and Filippo crawled up beside him.

“Bored of my company already?”

Rolling his eyes, Elia smiled at Filippo, scooting back so his head wasn’t hanging off the end. “Just wondering how long the country is going to be in quarantine.”

He supposed he was lucky Filippo hadn’t said no to the idea of Elia joining him during the quarantine, or more lucky that Eleonora hadn’t nixed the idea. He doubted Filippo would have said no either way.

“Try to think of it as an extended vacation,” Filippo said easily, brushing Elia’s hair over his ear. It was messy, curling around his ear, falling over his forehead, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d brushed it. “I am.”

Sighing, Elia pushed himself up, rolling on top of Filippo instead. Filippo merely watched him do it, tugging at his lip ring as though curious where Elia was going with this.

“You know what most people do on vacation,” Elia said, letting his gaze fall down Filippo’s chest, the v-neck tee shirt that was entirely too low-cut for a guy, frayed at the hem as Elia slid his hand to Filippo’s waist. It had been three days already of staying home, not going out, spending most of their time watching movies or watching Filippo work on his projects for class that Elia couldn’t help him with. Elia had studying to do, but he certainly didn’t plan to do it while the whole country was in the throws of chaos.

“Drink way too much, take cliche pictures, and complain about how much their feet hurt,” Filippo answered with a knowing smirk.

“Asshole,” Elia said, swatting at Filippo’s stomach, but he didn’t complain when Filippo’s hands pushed under the hem of his shirt, smooth fingers grazing up his sides, the bite of his nails at the back of his hips.

“Why don’t you tell me what they do,” Filippo said after a minute, licking his lips slowly, pushing his hips up just enough that Elia could feel his rising interest.

Light fell through the crack in the curtains, grey and diffused, a soft glow on Filippo’s face as he gazed up at Elia, a smile at the corner of his mouth, as though he liked teasing Elia like this.

“Well, usually it’s in an expensive hotel room instead of a room with clothes all over the floor,” Elia said, glancing around obviously. Not that he minded. Filippo’s room felt lived in--organized chaos, Filo called it whenever Eleonora complained. “With candles and rose petals and fancy lube.”

Filippo grinned, sliding his hands up Elia’s back a bit more, a shiver racing up Elia’s spine at his touch. “Do you need rose petals, Eli?”

Elia shrugged vaguely. They weren’t exactly the romantic couple, not like Marti and Nico, who were probably snuggled together on their couch right now, having a Wes Anderson marathon, planning out their future. Elia was more concerned with the present and how easily Filippo was pushing his shirt up, exposing his stomach to Filippo’s gaze.

“I’d rather have the lube,” he said honestly, leaning down to tug up Filippo’s shirt, pressing his mouth to the curve of Filippo’s hip.

“Keep going,” Filippo breathed as Elia pressed open-mouthed kisses to his skin, shoving his shirt up his chest. “What else do people do on vacation?”

Pausing, Elia’s eyes grazed up Filippo’s stomach, the owl tattoo on his side, the scar from where he had his appendix out many years ago.

“They take their shirts off,” Elia said finally, licking up Filippo’s hipbone, only moving back to let Filippo pull his shirt over his head and toss it away. Elia did the same with Filippo’s, meeting Filippo’s expectant gaze.

“That’s smart of them,” Filippo said, tugging Elia up so they were face to face, lips hovering centimeters from each other.

Swallowing, Elia nodded, heat spreading down his neck, over his shoulder blades, deep into his stomach as they lingered there.

It didn’t surprise Elia anymore, how much he liked this, Filippo’s grip tight on the back of his neck, the rough scrape of Filippo’s stubble on his cheek when he closed the distance to kiss him. It didn’t surprise him when Filippo bit down on his lower lip, almost painful, a slick slide of his tongue in Elia’s mouth, hot and heavy and far from romantic.

Fingers in Filippo’s hair, Elia shoved him down, pinned to the mattress, straddling his waist and kissing him hard. People probably did this on vacation, Elia thought as Filippo’s hands moved to his shoulder blades, fingernails digging into the skin. They probably did this in dirty hotel rooms and club bathrooms, and maybe even in those pristine hotels with pure white sheets and shampoo that smelled like coconuts.

“Do they keep their pants on?” Filippo asked as Elia pressed kisses down his neck, pausing to suck a mark on his collarbone just for good measure. No one but him and Eleonora would see anyway.

“We could try it that way,” Elia replied with a cheeky smirk up at Filippo.

“I’m not fifteen anymore,” Filippo pointed out, shifting underneath Elia, pressing their hips together, and Elia’s breath caught in his throat at the heat, Filippo’s dick hard against his.

“You’re not even wearing pants,” Elia said, but he reached for Filippo’s boxers anyway.

He didn’t tug them down yet, though, pausing as Filippo watched him, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Do you need help?” Filippo teased, biting down on his lip ring as Elia took a breath and shook his head.

“Just thinking about the fastest way to make you come,” he said finally, pressing a hard kiss to Filippo’s chest. He felt Filippo’s groan, the way he arched into the touch.

Filippo’s fingers buried themselves in Elia’s hair, grip achingly tight, but Elia didn’t let himself get distracted. This was how he liked it, with Filippo underneath him, pliant to his every move, spreading his legs for Elia to settle between them, slide his tongue down his abs, suck a mark into his hip bone as Filippo breathed out slowly above him.

They’d been stuck in the apartment for days already, and no matter how many times they did this, it still felt so good. It was heat and pressure and slick tongues, bruising fingers, panted breath in the dim light, Filippo kissing Elia until Elia’s lips were sore, his fingers slick inside him, making him come just from that.

Filippo was hard when Elia finally slid his boxers down his thighs, taking his time admiring the view, fingers gliding up the hard length, not taking too long before following his fingers with his tongue.

He could draw it out, Elia thought as he took Filippo in his mouth, moved slowly as Filippo sighed above him. He could take his time sucking him off, use every trick he knew until Filippo was straining to come, body hot and aching. Elia wasn’t sure he could wait that long, though, wait that long to get Filippo’s hands on him in return, Filippo’s tongue sliding in his ear in that way that always made Elia’s knees go weak.

“Eli,” Filippo breathed as Elia mouthed over the ridges on his cock, licked up the length and took the tip in his mouth.

Filippo’s hands tightened in his hair, a sharp tug that made Elia gasp. He could feel the blood rushing to his prick, hot and throbbing as he pushed Filippo’s legs open, smoothing his hands up the backs of his thighs. He knew Filippo liked it from the way he groaned, pushed his hips up.

Mouth slick, Elia moved in deeper, trying not to choke as he took Filippo in as far as he could.

“Fuck,” he heard Filippo say, and he had to pull back, sucking in a breath, taking his time licking over Filippo’s cock, hard and hot against his lips, feeling the pulse of blood.

He was close, Elia could tell. He could tell from the way Filippo’s breath came shorter, his fingers twining in Elia’s hair, yanking as his hips jerked. It was too hot, blood flooding Elia’s cock, a pulse deep in his stomach as he brought Filippo off, lavishing attention on his prick, sucking until Filippo cursed and jerked his head back.

“Fuck, Eli, wait,” Filippo said, holding Elia at arm’s length, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What?” Frowning, Elia wiped his mouth, watching Filippo, confused.

Filippo smirked after a second, though, hauling Elia up before rolling him over. “How about that fancy lube?”

Elia wasn’t sure what Filippo was talking about, tilting his head to the side as Filippo left him lying at the end of the bed, cock annoyingly hard still, and he pushed at it for a second, wishing Filippo would just come back.

He did come back, twirling a black tube that Elia had never seen before.

“What’s that?” he asked as Filippo pulled down Elia’s pants, leaving them on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“It’s not exactly rose petals,” Filippo said, rolling on a condom as Elia watched.

Swallowing, Elia wasn’t sure he cared what it was as Filippo flipped the lid and coated his fingers. At the first push, Elia couldn’t help his curse, eyes shooting open at the warm tingling sensation deep inside his body.

“Holy fuck,” he said, gasping as he lifted his hips for Filippo’s fingers. “Where have you been hiding that?”

“Not hiding,” Filippo said, smoothing Elia’s legs back, scooting in against him, and Elia bit his lip at the first press of his cock. “Waiting.”

“For what?” Elia asked, out of breath as Filippo slid inside, so hard, so full. Everything tingled, sharp and tight, so good as they moved together.

“A worldwide pandemic,” Filippo joked, biting his lip as he pushed in, bodies rocking together, a slow fuck that made the world slow down as Elia shut his eyes, focusing on the slide of Filippo inside him, his hands on Filippo’s thighs, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Fuck,” Elia breathed again, and for a second, he forgot. He forgot that they were stuck in the house, that they shouldn’t leave, what was going on outside. The only thing that mattered was Filippo fucking him until he came so hard he couldn’t think straight.

“I bet people do this on vacation,” Filippo said, leaning in, Elia’s legs wrapped around his back, a sloppy kiss pressed to Elia’s chin, another to his cheek until Elia moved, capturing his mouth for a hot, slick kiss, moan muffled against Filippo’s lips.

“Yeah,” Elia agreed, breathless, panting as he held Filippo close, their skin sweaty and warm, a blush on Filippo’s collarbone, pink and splotchy as Elia dragged him into another kiss as a ripple of heat clenched in his stomach.

He was going to come. He wasn’t going to last, not with the pressure of Filippo’s cock inside him, the unbearably hot tingling of the lube, blood throbbing in his dick. Biting at Filippo’s jaw, Elia took a sharp breath, fingers wrapped around Filippo’s neck, tight, bruising his skin as he came, hot and sticky on Filippo’s stomach.

“Elia,” Filippo breathed, hips pushing inside him, a bit less finessed, rougher now, a desperation Elia wasn’t used to.

He kept Filippo close, peppering kisses down his neck until Filippo came, hips stiffening, face sinking into Elia’s shoulder as he breathed, shaky.

Sighing, Elia sunk into the mattress, Filippo still on top of him, hair damp with sweat, and he let his fingers rake through Filippo’s.

It wasn’t so bad, being stuck at home, especially when Filippo rolled off him with a sigh but kept his hand on Elia’s stomach, tracing absent shapes on his skin.

“Maybe when this is over, we should go somewhere,” Filippo said thoughtfully, and Elia glanced over, surprised.

“Like a vacation?”

They’d never talked about that, about going away together. This quarantine was the most time they’d spent together consecutively ever, and Elia was honestly surprised they were doing so well with it. He’d kind of expected Filippo to get annoyed with him after day two.

“Yeah,” Filippo said with an amused smile at the surprise in Elia’s voice. “Have you ever been to Paris?”

“No.” Elia shrugged.

“Great pastries, good clubs, and lots of rose petals.” Filippo grinned at him as Elia laughed, shoving his shoulder.

“Then I guess we have to go.”

“Yep,” was all Filippo said with a sigh, and Elia grinned as he lay back. Maybe they’d go to Paris once this was over, but for now, Elia was content to stay right here on their own little island.

#skam italia #elippo #skamit fic #skamit #my fic #elippo party

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train-heartnet-xiii · 3 years

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today has been a day.

I got woken up by the chickens making a loud fuss because dad hadn’t let them out early enough and had to go let them out (dad gets up earlier than me since he’s a morning person and I’m naturally a night owl so letting them out is his job)

I chased a somewhat beat up mouse and relocated it from the house to the wood pile

I mediated nest box drama with the flock

I had a snuggle with Frosch which ended when Filo decided she wanted up and wanted to kick Frosch off my lap.

dad had me help him try to fix the net hammock (it wasn’t fixable, it took him quite a while to admit that)

dad nearly had me driving him to the doctor to figure out when his next appointment was (he lost his paperwork and doesn’t remember the name or number for the new place he’s started going to yet, only its location, I managed to help him find it)

dad complained about being tired and out of breath and generally not feeling well so I cleaned dishes necessary for tonight instead of having him do them.

I started making my good pasta sauce that takes at least 45 minutes to make, this time with Italian sausage links which upped the time it takes to make it

while this was going on I heard the turkey in the front yard

I go out to herd all the birds back into the back where I see dad is doing serious yard work (what happened to him being too tired/not feeling well?)

I didn’t see two of the birds while herding them in, I ask dad to look because I didn’t want to burn anything on the stove

I get to a point where I don’t need to worry about burning anything and ask dad, dad says one of the hooligans is in the nest box. I ask about Sweetie, he says I told you she’s in the nest box. Sweetie is not one of the hooligans. I ask for clarification trying to make sure he isn’t getting the names of the birds mixed up (he does get names mixed up a lot). he’s still not being clear. I finally have to go all the way to the back and check myself

they were both there and I had to mediate nest box drama again

I ask dad why he couldn’t have just said they were both in there, he said he did, but he had only been using singular forms. he turns that into an argument

dad left a piece of wood with a long nail sticking out in the yard, I stepped on it and then had to give myself first aid. dad made a joke out of it.

finally I manage to finish up cooking and then I have to herd dad inside before the pasta gets soggy

dad gets his supper and then makes a fuss about how there’s no garlic bread. dad decided he didn’t want garlic bread last night. we were at the store, we looked at it, he said no. tonight he makes a full fuss about the lack of garlic bread.

now I’m almost too worn out to eat

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