#oc tag: beata maria

[pit-of-maggots]

EVENT: IL CARNEVALE DI VENEZIA (CLOSED)

The great High Priest of a notorious Gluttony Cult in Italy, Concetto Faunus, is away from home. Gone off to celebrate his birthday in Venice during the time of the Carnival, followed by the other three Gluttony Priests, and Domenico.

The event begins today, the date of my OC's actual birthday, February 11th, and it ends on March 31st at 10 PM GMT/5 PM EST.

This event will contain NSFW content, so please I ask to refrain from having underage muses interacting! (The exact same golden rule going for underage muns/writers obviously. You ain't off the hook either buster😠)

THERE ARE TWO SCENARIOS YOU CAN INVOLVE YOUR MUSE INTO:

You can have your muse join Faunus & the gang in the Carnival & his birthday celebration in general in Venice! Have fun! Drink! Eat to your heart's content! Cause shenanigans! Dance with the muses! Or you can try courting them too... just be careful if you choose to try your luck with Eve or Adam. (Context provided at the bottom here)

You can have your muse visit the Faunus residence (or stumble across it...); here, you will be greeted by one of Beata Maria's children: Lisa Maria-Antonietta, and her friendgroup: a selkie and witch guitarists, and a werewolf drummer; they are on babysitting duty, looking after Faunus' children: the faunettes, giant maggots with infant faces that will eat and destroy anything in their sight if they are not kept under proper watch, and will starve to death if not fed for more than a day and a half. Lisa is the lead singer of her band and a very passionate musician along with her friends, she might try to persuade your muse to stay and watch over the faunettes for them as they go to perform a quick live-show, would your muse be able to handle the thousands of worm toddlers? And If your muse stays long enough at the mansion... they might also be greeted by the deity of one of the Gluttony cults, Beelzebub! Coming to meet his worm grandchildren 💜

RULES:

1. First and foremost I request you read through the beginning of the event! So you have an idea of what is going on and gain more context about the scenarios instead of going in blind.

2. Anyone can join! Our muses don't need to know eachother already to interact. Just be sure to tag anything involving the event as #event: il carnevale di venezia !!

3. You can write random starters with either one of the two scenarios! Just tag me and be sure you've read the beginning of the event first. (Mainly to have some context)

4. If you want me to write a random starter for you, regarding this event, send me one of the following emojis:

🎭 for a completely random starter (muse will be picked by the mun) set in THE VENICE CARNIVAL. ( or by commenting 'masquerade' )

🏠 for a completely random starter (muse will be picked by the mun) set in THE FAUNUS RESIDENCE. ( or by commenting 'home' )

🐝 for a specific starter with FAUNUS. ( or by commenting 'fly' )

👾 for a specific starter with BEATA MARIA. ( or by commenting 'blob' )

🧚‍♀️ for a specific starter with EVE. ( or by commenting 'fairy' )

💚 for a specific starter with ADAM. ( or by commenting 'green heart' )

💋 for a specific starter with DOMENICO. ( or by commenting 'kiss' )

🔥 for a specific starter with FREDDY. ( or by commenting 'fire' )

🎸 for a specific starter with LISA. ( or by commenting 'guitar' )

5. If you're multimuse and you send one or more of the previous emojis: please specify which muse for which emoji!

6. Freddy is going to be present at the Venice Carnival only! So if you want a starter with him, your muse will be at the Carnival since he is keeping an eye from a distance on the leaders of the cults to ensure no mayhem or public hysteria breaks out as a result of them doing something they shouldn't. (Your muse can also provoke Freddy and somehow try to force him out of hiding to expose him to the Gluttony Priests, but that's entirely up to you)

7. As you may have noticed, Lisa's friends and Beelzebub do not have an emoji you can choose from above! That's because these guys in particular are not meant to be picked; they will appear on their own only if you choose to go to the Faunus Residence. (picture it as being like finding a rare Pokemon in a specific area!)

8. Only in the Carnival scenario belly kinks, stuffing/foodplay and vore kinks might be present, just so you're aware of that! If you specifically want to go for a more frisky route involving those- you can hmu with your nsfw alt. if you have one. (And please let me know what you are and aren't comfortable with!)

9. Anons are also welcome to interact with the event! Talk with any to the Gluttony Priests! Go pester Domenico! Ask questions about Lisa's friends! Try to grab a faunette! Go hog wild.

10. Have fun and no drama!! This event was made on the spot for funsies to celebrate my OC's birthday, interact with friends and other mutuals alike, and flesh out my own universe.

[manananggal]

I Wish I Had A Better Excuse, Like...

a/n: i read high tide at midnight again and i’m just - woof woof bark bark. beata is my trese oc. she’s an aswang raised by a hilot. stuff happened, and she becomes part of the diabolical crew. this is written mostly in english, but has a few tagalog phrases especially near the end. obviously i have no idea how to write fight scenes.

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Beata is a bit nervous about today's spar.

Alexandra – well, considering that she practically took her in after the Incident™, that makes Alex her Bossing too, doesn't it? – informed her a few days ago that her Kuya would be joining them for training. Bossing didn't exactly say who, but it's not as if there's anyone else who'd join them.

She was still sort of hoping that it would be Sir Rick who'd be there - not that he ever joined them, but a girl can hope, can’t she? But when Beata saw the strong, looming figure in a salakót by the entrance of the gym, she couldn't help but be glad she brought the new sports bra she got from Valentina's Secret. It’s comfy, and she was only able to afford one because of a sale. It's powder-blue in color, with a sweetheart neckline that pushes her girls in the spotlight without the risk of them spilling out. 

She checks herself out in the ladies' room mirror and bites her lip. 

While her outfit looks great on her, like - instant boob job, because they look like  decent B-cup right now, and if she-saw-her-picture-in-a-dating-app-she'd-immediately-Swipe Right™, a knot of worry formed in the pit of her stomach.

There’s a voice at the back of her head that sounded like a mix of her mother and Sister Johanna from high school asking her just what the hell she thinks she’s doing. 

It’s effective enough to make her trudge back to her locker and dig through the bottom of her bag for a white, threadbare shirt which she tugs over her head right away.

"How the hell does Wari do that?" She grumbles, standing in front of the mirror again. Her reflection did nothing but throw her disgruntled expression right back. 

She could always ask Wari for tips, of course. But the Encanto would want to know why, and Beata doubts it will take her that long to figure out what's up, and it's not like she needed any more people on her case. With a sigh, Beata heads out, letting the wooden door swing behind her.

--

Carlos Trese, sans his usual salakot and armor, meets her near the center of the sparring mat. He's traded the usual maong for dark sweatpants, but the white camisa chino remained. His head is newly shaved, save for the close-cropped patch that emphasized the sharp widow's peak that everyone in the Trese clan seems to have.

The two of them gave each other the customary bow, an acknowledgment and a promise that neither is out to genuinely hurt the other. No claws and no weapons, but it doesn't mean that Carlos would be less than terrifying.

Beata exhales slowly as she slides into the first stance; her right leg in front of the other and bent slightly at the knees while her right arm extends forward as the left is positioned close to her chest, bent at the elbow, both palms facing the opponent.

Basilio yelling, "Kick his ass, Bibi!" from the sidelines didn't help settle her nerves. She stomped down the urge to stick her tongue out at him and kept her focus at her sparring partner.

She never expected Carlos to go easy on her, but what she didn't expect was him charging towards her right off the bat, and Beata yelps in surprise, barely able to block the oncoming punch. She takes a backward step as her left forearm deflects the hit. She could already feel the bruise forming, but Carlos left his chest unguarded – it could be a trap, or he could easily block any incoming hit, but Beata knows she's just fast enough to land one, and so she took the risk.

Beata was able to push Carlos backward as her right palm rushed forward, striking him flat on the chest.

"Nice, Beata." He says with a curt nod. "That was good."

Her eyes flickered to his face, and she was granted one of his rare smiles. It gave him a rather boyish look, less menacing and closer to the impish grins the Kambal would have on their faces.

And her heart decides it's a good time to speed up, to rattle inside her ribcage, and she knows,  she knows it's not because of the spar. Because if it was, then Beata wouldn't have the fluttering, jittery feeling in her gut now, would she?

It was mortifying, this silly, little torch she holds for the eldest Trese sibling. It started on the day he saved her from a gang of aswang. They needed her blood for some ritual. She was too out of it to remember, and not even Alex's spell helped her recall anything except for the flash of the Verdugo's blades and the pained shrieks of her captors.

In her foggy, half-delirious state, the warmth of his skin that seeped through his clothes was her beacon, and she remembered the way his voice reverberated through his body as he told her to hold on. She found out later that he carried her on his back, away from the rundown townhouse in Wack-Wack that served as her prison for a few days.

She'd been waitressing at the Diabolical for a month when he returned, and Alex – well, Bossing – introduced the two of them formally. Carlos Trese asked how she was doing as he shook her hand.

The contact lasted no more than ten seconds, but the feeling of how much bigger and warmer and more calloused his hand was compared to hers stayed long after he left.

Beata made the mistake of asking the worst person about Carlos. She was a few bottles in, with her head buzzing slightly, and the conversation flowed freely between her and the kambal.

It had been a casual question: 'Do you guys know if Carlos is seeing anyone?'

But those nine words were the beginning of the end, and she watched, like it was in slow motion, as the smile in Basilio's face stretched into a grin.

He, of course, told Hannah, who told Amie, who told someone else, and the news made its way to Hank. Beata's not sure who told Alexandra, but bossing knows everything that happens in her club.

"Ayos ka lang?" Carlos asks, a crease forming in the middle of his forehead.

She could only nod as it felt like something lodged itself down her throat.

--

The two of them have been at it for fifteen minutes, maybe more. It was a dance, a flurry of kicks and punches and dodges - 

She thought she'd been doing a pretty decent job holding her own against the force of nature that is Carlos Trese – she blocks, and she counters when needed, slips in a hit or two of her own whenever she sees a sliver of a chance. She is just bold enough to drive a spear-hand strike at his torso, one he was able to swiftly block and sends a countering side-elbow strike against her face. It made her leap backward, earning her a nod from him.

But he's not the Verdugo for nothing.

Beata was able to dodge the knee-strike he aimed at her middle section, but in doing so, missed the knife-hand strike headed at the side of her jaw.

Against her better judgment, the young woman froze, wrenching her eyes shut as she anticipated the oncoming strike.

But it's been a few seconds, and the pain hasn't registered. There was, however, a feeling of warmth on the side of her face. Ever so slowly, Beata opened one eye, daring to look up at her sparring partner, only to see him staring down at her with an expression she couldn't quite place and his fingers hovering just beside her temple.

"That would have been a lethal hit," He comments as he withdraws his hand. "Don't let your guard down easily, Beata."

Beata, the paragon of articulate speech that she is, could only manage a strangled sound that she hoped sounded affirmative. She knows her face is as red as a tomato, but it's not just because of the spar. Carlos wasn't wrong though, had it been a real fight, she wouldn't have to worry about her skincare routine anymore.

She slipped back into an offensive stance before launching herself at him.

--

Someone called for a break, and Beata, despite her endurance, was grateful as she all but dragged herself to the other side of the gym. She slumped on the bench, trying to catch her breath. Already, there is a dull throb that formed at the base of her neck. She presses her fingers against the sore spot, hoping that she still has Salonpas left in her drawer.

As she cooled down, she let her eyes wander to the only other people inside the gym.

She watched Alexandra walk a bit ways off, talking to someone on her phone.

She watched the Kambal, both dashing even in cotton shirts and jogging pants, goof off with each other. Basilio trying to do a fucking Jyuken stance is funny enough to pull a giggle from her. Even funnier was Crispin barking out corrections on how to do the pose right .

A few feet away from them, Carlos Trese's shoulders shook as he laughed. Who knows when was the last time he was able to just sit without having to worry about the next monster coming at him?

She thought she'd already calmed down until Carlos stood up and lifts up the bottom of his sleeveless shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.

Beata froze; the rim of her tumbler is just barely grazing her lips. She blinks a few times as what seemed to be a high-pitched, ear-splitting wail of a siren echoed inside her head.

She averts her eyes because she has dignity, dammit. She's not gonna gawk at him like a voyeur; she's definitely not gonna burn this image in her mind's eye and save this once she’s alone.

And he removes his shirt. Completely. Because she's not stressed enough as it is.

She's definitely  not  looking at him, or his chest, or his equally broad shoulders, or –  Oh. Of course, he's got a six-pack, damn it all  – or his biceps, or how his faded scars contrasted against the brown of his skin. His sweatpants hung low on his waist, and her eyes seemed to fixate at the gutters of his hips.

It's definitely not the reason why her heart starts pounding heavily or why her throat seems to suddenly run out of moisture when her tumbler is already half-empty.

"Alam mo, this is creepy, even for you." A voice pipes up beside her, making the young mananaggal jump from her seat. Had she lathered herself with lana, her wings would have sprouted, leaving her upper body in the air and her lower half losing balance, comedically toppling on the floor, spilling her guts in a literal sense.

Beata's head whips to the side. The grin on Basilio's face, eerily enough, matched the one on his bone-while mask. She'd been too caught up… well, looking, she hadn't noticed her friend pop up beside her. How long had he been there?

"How is me drinking water creepy?" Beata counters in a well-rehearsed deadpan. She doesn't need to be reminded how weird it is. She's fully aware, thank you very much.

Basilio chuckles, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Beata tries to scooch away in her seat, but his reach is way too long to be avoided. "You could just go for it and ask Kuya to stay for dinner, Bibi." He had the guts to actually wag his eyebrows at her.

"Ugh, Crispin?" She made a show of scoffing. "If what that girl from the wind tribe said is true, salamat na lang,"

"Bibi, you know I'm not talking about –  wait – what did she say about him?"

"Wala," Beata grimaces as she pushes away from the long-haired twin. "Also, couldn't you wipe yourself off bago ka mang-asar? Manghahawa ka pa ng lagkit, kadiri amp,”

Finally getting the message, Basilio himself scooted a good few inches away, letting her out of his grip.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he ran a hand against his other arm, muttering, "I'm not even that sweaty," to himself.

Beata rolls her eyes. Sometimes, it's really hard to imagine how the underworld trembles at the mere mention of The Kambal.

"Hoy teka – don't change the subject!" Basilio says, raising one hand to give her a light chop on the top of her head.

"Aray!" She glares at him. "Parang gago naman 'to eh! What was that for?!"

"Beata, just talk to Carlos," Basilio says seriously, the way he does when he's imitating his older brother. "I'm getting tired of you giving him puppy-dog eyes every time you see him –"

"I'm not –" She objects, glowering.

"– or you completely stuttering when he's near –"

"H-hindi kami close!"

"– or you suddenly disappearing into the kitchen when he's at the bar –"

"I was needed there!"

"– And you haven't actually spoken with him, have you?"

"I-I've talked to him!"

"Yeah. Once."

"Point still stands that I was able to hold a conversation,"

"Telling him that Bossing isn't at the club doesn't count as a conversation, Bibi-girl." He winks.

"Sure, it does. He even said thank you before leaving," She insists. "And I sparred against him today. So… so there."

"Well, you wore that new sports bra for him, and he didn’t notice,"

Her mouth fell open. "H-huy, gago, hindi!"

Basilio's eyes widened at how squeaky her voice came out. "I was teasing! Oh shit, you really did, didn't you?"

"Oh, my God," She groans, burying her face in her hands. "I hate you so much,"

Beside her, he all but exploded with laughter, and Beata was so, so tempted to see if his regeneration abilities could keep up if she started to rip out his arms just before the next one grows.

"Don't worry, Bibi. I won't tell,"

"Sure you won't."

"I mean, you never wear that when you're up against Kuya and me,"

"Shut it, Basilio," She moaned, face still hidden.

He touched his shoulder to hers. "Yiie, dalaga na siya..."

"Para kang gago,"

"He's got big feet…" He goes on.

"No, Basilio. Just... no."

"And you know what they say about men who've got big feet." A pause, and then. "I mean, I would know…"

"Isa pa, ha. Pag 'di ka talaga tumigil, sinasabi ko sa ‘yo... ”

Basilio's laugh echoes throughout the gym.

[scaremestrawberry]

here's Atang when she was xx years old, hunting wild chickens. yes, she was a feral child. (made using the 「demon maker」 picrew)

[manananggal]

Name: Beata Cayadong Nickname: Atang/Bea/Bibi Race: manananggal Abilities: flight, stealth & agility; a keener sense of hearing and scent Quirks: currently works as one of The Diabolical’s staff; wants to be human; tries hard to either be vegetarian (ie - not eat humans) or to eat “ethically-sourced” meat; has the worst luck of falling for her boss’ eldest brother - carlos trese - a famous aswang hunter - after her saved her from getting kidnapped by a group of aswang; she's kikay personified! but don't let her catch you trying to take advantage of someone who's had too much to drink. the pink smoothie she's fond of isn't always strawberry.

She was found as a toddler and raised by a former mananabang (midwife) from Leyte named Eustiquia. The midwife is a middle-aged widow who didn’t have her own children, and her only companion is her dog named ‘Paghot’ (Bark - because he’s noisy!), and the villagers who would come to her for help. But Ekiang was then shunned by the community for raising a monster. The healer reasoned that Beata was nothing but a child - she was even christened by a priest from the next town - but the villager’s fears weren’t unfounded. Creatures of midnight are feared for a reason.

An opportunity to go to Manila came up, so Ekiang and Beata went to Manila and stayed with Ekiang’s sister. Ekiang was a hired help at an eatery ran by her sister's friend, while Bea - as she asked to be called since Atang sounds sooo probinsyana - attended the nearby public school and helped at the small restaurant during the weekends.

The story of how she met Alexandra Trese is honestly a ripoff of Promising Young Woman - only, unlike Cassie, Bea was able to get her revenge.

[manananggal]

gagi ksbfksks i can imagine like if (when???) beata and carlos are doing sexy time and they're trying something new and beata goes, "punish me daddy and then carlos whips out his Parusa blade and beata goes "Hindi yan pota!!!!!!!"