#RegiNarda

[toxinoire]

I want to see a scene wherein a character was asked by someone as to why they did this risky ass thing that could possibly endanger them and everyone they love and this risky thing isn't so simple, it's very complex and complicated that no one or only a few selected people know of it and they respond with "Because my best friend was in danger"

And then the person who asked says "You risked...all that. Which is literally everything about yours and your loved ones' safety, for your bEsT fRiEnD?" And the character nods or verbally responds. Then the person who asks just thinks "Oh my gosh, they're in love with their best friend."

[trueloveistreacherous]

Don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe.  By the way, thank you for trusting me, Regina. I don't really know how I can help you, but I promise that I'll always be here to listen. I won't leave you. Having you by my side is enough for me. Thank you, Narda. Thank you.

Jane De Leon and Janella Salvador as Narda Custodio and Regina Vanguardia in Darna (2022-present)

[janigmatic]

Hello, it's #PortfolioDay

I’m Jan aka. Janigmatic, an illustrator and character concept artist based in the PH! I love to create narrative art and visual storytelling

I'm open for full-time, remote work. janigmatic@gmail.com https://janigmatic.com

[kinaiya-l]

Been so long since I last made a #DarLentina #RegiNarda fan art.

I was actually thinking of what pose reference to use for my next one & lucky enough, one of the Darlentina au writer/s that I follow posted something about some artist who could join a random fan art challenge on twitter. So... I commented a "👀"... then here we are.

I now serve you a new RegiNarda | Darlentina | JaneNella fan art 😁

I'll serve more soon. May mga ipipila pa ako 😁 Art commissions & ALIGN comic muna prio.

[nemotheii]

Just a friend? 🫣

[aliyukupin]

[lilgoofybean]

bruh idc if im being queerbaited, they are the superior ship. they're soulmates and i need to see it happen.

they have lunch dates in a pantry guys 😭

[rolfyramc]

this kabedon RegiNarda version ft. Luna xDxD

kunwari 'di natutuwa si Regina pero kilig na kilig na pala lol kinakabahan tuloy sina Narda at Luna haha

[cedrickjuans]

Kailanman, hindi ako nawalan ng pag-asa na babalik ka— na mababawi rin kita kay Valentina.

DARNA (2022-2023) S02E65 | "Hiraya"

[mumeiii-art]

Darlentina from Darna 2022

[professor-abeloved]

"What? Can't do it? I knew I couldn't rely on you." - Regina Vanguardia, Darna Episode 90

"I would do it for you in a heartbeat, but you cannot do the same for me." - Matthias McQuoid, It Lives Within Chapter 20

[toxinoire]

Saw this on twt X and went: ME OMG

[lesbeatrice]

DARLENTINA // REGINARDA // 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 🏠❤️‍🔥🐍

✨𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃.✨

[janigmatic]

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After a grueling battle, with powers on both sides deteriorating, two old friends find themselves in the crossfire. Regina has partly transformed into her human half, trying to protect her wounded body. Somewhere during the fight, the hero chose to show her mercy. Now the authorities are pursuing her, taking the matter into their own hands.

"We must take the snake woman: dead or alive."

With bullets flying around them, Narda shields her with all the power she has remaining. Regina was never a villain in her eyes. She was a best friend, a mentor, someone she promised to protect. Someone that Narda loved. It hurt when she couldn't help her then and somehow lost her.

"I can't lose you again."

Amidst the zipping bullets behind her, nothing else mattered at that moment. Regina's regretful eyes, they've been longing for Narda all this time.

"When all of this is over...Maybe I'll be able.."

One by one, the bullets are slowly chipping away at what's left of Narda's armor. And with a quick "THWICK!" Regina's face was gushing red.

How pitiful it is never to have your second chance. The "what ifs" haunt you when you try to sleep at night, gnawing on you until you finally drift off.

[kinaiya-l]

DARLENTINA/ REGINARDA Emoticons [1st batch] Been busy on work that it slipped my mind again to share this one here. I don’t have the app version of Tumblr on my phone because of storage problem & for the fact that my phone is about to reach it’s fifth year. Feel free to use this because that’s the purpose why I made them. So Enjoy :D

[slumbered]

and if death really is the worst (a darlentina one-shot)

There were several theories that paraded to predict how Darna and Valentina would meet their fate.

They weren’t theories—not really. Rumors, actually. Gambles, to those who cackled boisterously well after the evening news, staple glass bottles treating to the endless slurred conversations done in groups at the corner of every street. Whatever kind of trivial, scandalized hushed guess roamed the streets of Nueva Esperanza, all versions ambitioning to be the future converged to one—death.

Two archenemies, one clad in red and the other scaled in a mosaic of green, destined by the people to die at the hands of one another. Only one can come out victorious, the consensus seemed to be certain.

Whatever did come out of the community’s most heated rivalry, it would be unknown to the population unless some god offered an epiphany.

Although no god seemed to rule over extraterrestrial creatures. None would seem to grant the mercy of truth, either.

There were, however, the evident facts that would resurface if one dared to reminisce upon the collective memory.

One—that some alien, General Borgo, threatened an apocalyptic end through an army-increase of hostile extras. Two—that Darna was as present as ever even upon the sliver of danger. Valentina, too, reigning her own kind of terror against the attacks with intention that no one could clearly read. Three—that after days of fleeing and seeking shelter, the birds chirped at dawn and the people could sleep to the sound of crickets once more, just as things were before. As if the threat of their gruesome deaths were clipped out of reality. As if a mass exorcism transpired as parents could recognize who their children were again, kind souls they’ve known all their lives finally snapping out of some violent daze.

No trace of Darna nor Valentina were to be seen again following the aftermath.

If one wished to recall further, there would be the stories of their neighbors, the changes they’ve noticed in the community.

One—that even in the reclaimed peace, most were in a disoriented state, simply thankful to see faces that they took for granted perceiving during slow afternoons. Two—that some seemed to wander further than anticipated, which could only explain the relief the Custodios expressed at their homefront upon seeing Narda who seemed to resurface only after days of absence.

And Three—that upon the cold and unreadable expression on Narda Custodio’s face, she announced, only failing to conceal the weight of her eyes, that Regina Vanguardia’s remains were to be laid to rest.

A silent, sound conclusion is planted in the collective consciousness: that the renowned philanthropist fell victim to the terror. Probably targeted by multiple extras because the lawyer was a walking target even without the extranormal situation, it seemed logical.

They didn’t need to know the details. They also didn’t need to know why the burial was held immediately, mixed in the blurry haze of an entire town in trauma. Most especially, no questions were asked when their beloved Narda moves away, seemingly for good, just a day after.

The people of Nueva Esperanza would never know the truth. Time designs its course for the townsfolk to forget. Or, at least, buried in the repression to be inevitably mechanized by the human mind.

They would never know, simply because they were not Darna. They weren’t Valentina, either.

Only the two knew the truth. No other person would be Darna, standing face-to-face with the reptilian woman amidst Borgo’s desired apocalypse, looking into narrow pupils until they began to resemble familiarity. Human eyes. Regina’s eyes.

No one else would have to stomach the truth as their best friend, approaching soft-curled and still exclusively gentle as ever, pleads to be let go, to be surrendered at the hands of the real enemy. To be exposed to the truth that Regina shared a body with Valentina, and that these two versions of a woman knew who she was without the winged helmet, was difficult to absorb without sending Borgo through a thousand suns. Not even Darna, with the flying woman designed to be embodied by several chosen ones, would understand.

Only Narda would carry the weight of it all. Only Narda, knees fighting the urge to crumble, as she pleads—negotiates—for a different ending, would know how it feels to fight the ache settling in her throat through tears, taking in the arms of the woman she’s held a countless number of times. “Regina, wala na ba tayong magagawa? Wala na bang ibang paraan?”

Because such a cruel fate is rare. Reserved for the both of them, it seemed.

“Hindi na ‘ko si Regina,” the other woman responds in a hush, almost like a secret, resembling a matured version of the woman who once feared being the snakes in her head; the same frightened Regina that Narda once held tight in her arms to deny such absurd allegations. Now, she sounded resigned to the truth, willing to execute its full acceptance.

It would be pointless for Narda to convince her otherwise after the jarring truth.

“Regina,” she stubbornly resorts to breathe out in defeat, not aiming to offer anything substantial beyond saying the name. Her name. Because the fear has never devoured Narda this much, and if the woman before her isn’t Regina, then how can the same eyes still offer the comfort they promised many moons ago?

And Valentina wouldn’t know how it felt like, either. Regina, however corrupted in distinguishing where the vile woman did not have her in a chokehold, would be the only one to know how it felt to be in love with Narda that it warranted the end of her life. It may have been a secret neither of them have ever uttered to one another, but looking beyond the stoic heroine and into Narda’s stubborn eyes, it felt too late to find out that they both just knew.

“Regina,” Narda calls out softly with the gravity of several lifetimes, as if they had the privilege to such blessing. “Hindi ko kakayaning mawala ka sa mundong ito,” she says, pleading. “Gagawin ko ang lahat, huwag ka lang mawala sa akin.”

Regina understands something that Narda doesn’t. To save humanity is of mutual understanding, but the truth proclaims that they don’t have the luxury of their own desires coexisting with the better good of this world.

So Regina does what she can do best—to choose for the both of them, but this time an altered version of a sacrifice, her being a woman of many plans after all.

Narda listens intently, taking in every word as if it were Regina’s last, using every second she can selfishly call her own to remember the face that would haunt her as each pound of her heart feels like a rupture.

Darna and Valentina are the only ones who know how Borgo was defeated. The people of Nueva Esperanza don’t dwell on the logistics other than the belief that both women saved them, with some iterations more gruesome than those that tried to paint the sacrifices as inspiring.

Narda would never forget how Borgo’s downfall was followed by a deafening silence—one that would last for the rest of her lifetime.

An isolated island surrounding the archipelago. A quiet flight with her Regina in her arms. A final moment looking into the eyes that have replaced home.

A lifetime of exile. Alive. Regina watches as Darna turns back and begins her ascent back to civilization.

She watches as Narda takes the sacrifice Regina has created for the both of them.

With a lifetime gifted upon their hands, death could not have seemed more kind.