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Elaborate 🤑

Xey hypothetically if I were to eat your elephant would you moot me if I backflipped off a bridge and count to ten every time I eat someone

I would deff call a dragon, make them. Do a pie. After that trow myself in a bucket of chocolate and yell about hypocrisy .

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Judges you

Xey hypothetically if I were to eat your elephant would you moot me if I backflipped off a bridge and count to ten every time I eat someone

I would deff call a dragon, make them. Do a pie. After that trow myself in a bucket of chocolate and yell about hypocrisy .

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There’s two ends of the horror spectrum

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Weirdo

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Fuckass queers

For the first image, the guy with locks is my oc Bulan (based off Pangasinan OC). The guy with straight hair is my friend’s oc, Magtanggol (based off the Bakunawa)

For the second image, the dude with pigtails is my oc Purple Spinel (aka my oc Sisilim). The second is my friend’s oc whom Purple Spinel calls Amber

Teehee

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His Lordship Araw

What's up folks, I submitted some of my weird Filipino-American poetry to a press a few months ago, but I haven't heard back from them and I don't know if the project is even underway yet, so I guess I didn't make the cut? This is part of a very loose "series" called "Elegies to the Anito" where my fictional self has "conversations" with the Tagalog spirits who like, hang out and get mad about colonization with me, but you don't need to read all twenty poems or anything. This is ultimately just my decolonization feelings.

In these times of climate change, I often wonder what exactly our sun-spirit is doing, and how he relates to "places that are suddenly burning while other places are suddenly freezing." The Sun was an oppressive chief/king who almost burned the world to a crisp, because tropical heat does NOT mess around.

He is often called a sun-GOD by modern folks, but like... he's just The Sun in the really old bare-bones mythology, that barely takes up more than a couple paragraphs. As noted in the poem, I literally just call him "Araw" because my modern human brain needs something to CALL HIM.

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His Lordship Araw

There are those who say That Apolaki is the Tagalog sun-god; The brother of Mayari, the half-blinded moon-goddess, And son or relative of Bathala. Apolaki is said to rebuke our ancestors For submitting to foreigners with white teeth And giving up our ancestors’ gods.

But As far as I’ve heard He is a younger (and post-colonial) god. Although the worship of him is not wrong, Only new.

The only story I’ve heard of a precolonial Sun Is a chief or king of the skies And in some places, the whole of the islands.

The Sun in those stories was ill-tempered And brutal Forcing mortals to crawl before him. He tried to burn the world Or bring down the skies And sometimes both. That is when Bathala Maykapal gouged out his eye, Winning the world and the duel-- And the Sun promised not to burn everything down.

I do not know what to call the unnamed sun but Araw. In my mind, and my childhood memories of Philippine heat, This harsh master Who knocks everyone down Seems closer to how the tropical sun feels than Apolaki. A sun-spirit-- Hot-blooded, heavy-handed. Compared to a sun-god-- Tempered, and noble, and well-spoken.

But We need the sun to live, too. And I wonder if there were stories after Araw was dethroned. How did he cope after losing his eye? Did people learn to trust him after his defeat?

One hot day (at least this close to San Francisco), Araw barges in again. Without Bathala around, I flinch. I have seen Araw before--tall, dark-skinned, handsome-- But all the little details intimidate me. His build is a fighter’s: Muscled but loose-limbed, and shockingly fast. His fine robes are the scarlet of blood, that only kings and fighters were allowed to wear. His curls are tied back, with his unhidden eye patch seeming starker than a bare socket. And no jewelry adorns his battered skin, though the old kings were covered in gold.

“Be not afraid,” he tells me. “I will not harm you. I have only heard you thinking of me.”

So I try not to, Though his own heat leaves smoke trails about him. “Araw,” I ask him, “I know you don’t like the Filipino flag, But what do you think of Apolaki? Should I ask him for help, or you?”

“I told you that I care not for drawings that have nothing to do with me,” he frowns. “Nor do I care which gods you worship or forget. For I am no god, but the Sun. I am here whether you like it or not-- And your ancestors did not like me.”

It is not a warning or a threat, more of a shrug.

But I think of how cold I am here So far from Luzon. People feel my freezing hands and worry that I’m anemic. I feel better in summer, but never warm enough.

Haik, my people’s sea-god, Is warm as a mortal man is And he curls up at night as a mortal man does Though it’s never warm enough At least not when he leaves.

“Have so few people talked to you of the spirits?” Araw wonders, and then laughs. “Of course. You blunder from group to group, and you make people uncomfortable. Like I do.”

And part of me is ashamed For Araw to see All the “crazy or not” parts of my spiritual wanderings.

But he also said, I am like him. And I am always trying to find Someone--anyone-- Who knows what the hell is happening.

“I don’t know if I can help you with that,” Araw says. “But I have seen many things, and made many mistakes. Perhaps I can help you avoid them.”

Araw is not like Bathala--so much older, so casual. Nor is he gentle and sad, like Haik. But the heat of the sun beats down on me Makes the air stumble and fall around him

And now I am finally Warm.

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Odysseus disguised as a beggar :

Irus, THE local ithican beggar : This island aint big enough for two beggars.

Odysseus : are you seriously gatekeeping poverty ?

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More MoonWar because I love these fuckers

Kael (black arms and straight hair) is not my OC btw

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My silly fat deity OC: Abyss!!

He’s my baby

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Tagalog (And a bit of Kapampangan) mythology headcanons

1. Whenever Bibit is CLOSE to being cured, linga would make another human sick.

2. Dian mansalanta/Makiling hosts sleepovers with Mayari and their kids

3. Araw loves flash banging random people

4. Laho has a one-sided rivalry with Buwan

5. Every time a person says amihan is the god of the wind, pagwaagan (Tagalog god of the winds) looses their wings

6. Many sitans gets confused whenever people say he’s the guardian of the kasanaan. Balakbak and Balantay reassures all of them that it’s nothing and tells them to go back to work

7. Aman Sinaya laughs whenever people call him a women

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MAYARI AND APOLAKI MY BABIES!! I love my girls

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Im literally so malnourished and skinny because I don’t eat healthy anymore. Whenever people ask what’s my secret I tell them “starvation, depression, and suicidal thoughts”

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MERMAID OC MERMAID OC MERMAID OC

Characters:

Kael - Long black hair with a scar on his nose and a beard. Belongs to my friend (idk if she has tumblr)

Mayari - Kinky hair with braids and a scar on his eye. Based off Mayari/Apo Namalyari, Sambali and Kapampangan goddess of the moon.

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Story Starters #2

“I’m Fine” Starters (for characters who are breaking but hiding it behind practiced smiles and default sarcasm)

✧ I’m fine. I mean, sure, I haven’t slept in three days and my thoughts sound like static, but yeah, I’m great. ✧ It’s easier to make jokes about the chaos than to admit how much of it is mine. ✧ Every time someone asks how I’m doing, I lie a little more convincingly. ✧ I can’t tell if I’ve gotten stronger or if I’ve just gotten better at pretending. ✧ I cried in the bathroom stall and came back out with a joke ready. No one noticed the red eyes. They laughed. ✧ I tell people I’m tired. It’s easier than saying I can’t remember the last time I felt okay. ✧ I’m the go-to friend for advice. No one ever asks if I’m surviving. ✧ I don’t know what scares me more—someone noticing or no one ever noticing at all. ✧ I’ve built this version of myself that everyone seems to love. The only problem? I don’t recognize them anymore. ✧ Smiling is just muscle memory now. I wish it meant something.

 Enemies Softening Starters (for when hate starts turning into understanding, and understanding starts burning a little too sweet)

✧ I used to hate the way they looked at me. Now I hate how much I want them to do it again. ✧ We don’t talk about the moment our hands brushed. But we haven’t stopped thinking about it either. ✧ There’s still tension when we speak—but now it’s the kind that makes my stomach flip, not clench. ✧ I catch myself defending them when they’re not around. I don’t know when that started. ✧ I know I’m supposed to hate them. I just don’t remember why as clearly anymore. ✧ They’re still annoying. Arrogant. Impossible. And I think about them way too often. ✧ When they’re angry, I find myself watching too closely. Like I want to understand the fire, not put it out. ✧ We bicker the way fire crackles, dangerous, but kind of addictive. ✧ They’re the last person I should trust. And yet, when things went bad… they were the only one who showed up. ✧ It’s not that I want to kiss them. It’s just… I wouldn’t dodge if they tried.

“I Thought I Was Over It” Starters (for characters who swore they’d moved on—until the memory hits like a bruise)

✧ I saw them across the room and it felt like a ghost walked through me. ✧ I thought the ache had gone. But one song, and suddenly I was seventeen again, heart cracked wide open. ✧ I can say their name without flinching now. But thinking about them still feels like biting into something bitter. ✧ I told myself I healed. But then I saw that smile—our smile—and all the old hurt came flooding back. ✧ I let them go. I did. I just didn’t expect to still miss them when it rains. ✧ I don’t want them back. I just want to know if they still remember me too. ✧ I laughed when I saw their name. That sharp, bitter kind of laugh that tastes too much like grief. ✧ There are people I’ve loved since. But none of them cracked me open the way they did. ✧ I found our old photo and couldn’t throw it out. I just… moved it to a drawer. ✧ Healing isn’t linear. Some days, I forget them. Some days, I remember everything.

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Kulalaying

Lazy ass drawing

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