#aswang leader

[inamerlz]

i haven't posted these here so have them

[spirithotline]

i luv cute vampire girls 🩸🦇

[chucktaylors]

The NJPW fanbase is dying out, and as a primarily AEW fan that got really into NJPW a couple of months ago, heres a couple of NJPW wrestlers I recommend watching/stanning!!

TJP

- Member of United Empire

- One half of the tag team Catch 2/2, with Francesco Akira

- Also known as The Aswang

- Known for a high flying, flexible, flip-based style of wrestling

DRILLA MOLONEY

- Member of Bullet Club: War Dogs

- 44' Calibre

- Usually seen tagging with Clark Conners

- IWGP Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Champion (2nd reign)

- Former United Empire member

CLARK CONNERS

- Member of Bullet Club: War Dogs

- 100 proof

- Usually seen tagging with Drilla Moloney

- IWGP Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Champion (2nd reign)

- Cowboy 🤘🏼

GABE KIDD

- Member of Bullet Club: War Dogs

- Im a mad man, dont ya know?

- Known for his hardcore matches and insane/mad/angry personality and style pf wrestling

- Strong Openweight Champion (1st reign)

DAVID FINLAY

- Leader/creator of Bullet Club: War Dogs

- IWGP Global Heavyweight Champion (record setting 2nd reign)

- Beat Ospreay and Jon for the first reign of the IWGP Global Heavyweight Championship

- Sent Will Ospreay out of NJPW, alongside the War Dogs and United Empire

ROBBIE EAGLES

- Member of TMDK (The Mighty Dont Kneel)

- Sniper of the Skies

- Former member of Bullet Club and CHAOS

- Australian Style

El Phantasmo

- ELP

- The HDBNGR (head banger)

- 1/2 of G.o.D with Hikuleo

- He's literally put me on blast before on his story for editing him to songs he doesnt like then we beefed then he wished me happy birthday the next day.

- Former Strong Openweight Tag Team Champion (just lost it like 2 days ago)

- He has an LED jacket and the LED glasses down there on Desperado, he's pretty swag ig

HIRMOU TAKAHASHI

- NEVER Openweight 6-Man Tag Team Champion, alongside Bushi and Yota Tsuji

- Timebomb

- Known for his stuffed animal cats, "Daryl"

- Lowk mentally deranged but look how cool his hair and gear is

- He means no harm, rlly

EL DESPERADO

- Former 3 time IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion

- Winner of the recent Best Of the Super Juniors

- Former member of Suzuki-gun

- Also means no harm, rlly

[sudeinfantasyland]

THAT TIME I CAME ACROSS THAT COMMENT UNDER THE PIN OF THE ASWANG LEADER FROM THE ANIME ‘TRESE’—

…. human, you’ve been corrupted by TFOTA series— you’re seeing Cardan Greenbriar everywhere… 😭

I added the coloured version too hehehehe!! ;))

Before anybody asks: the woman in red outfit is a Manananggal. 😌 (vampiric creature who can separate upper torso.. & she’s also a viscera sucker hehehe… >;))

I literally don’t know what type of creature the Aswang Leader is, he’s just the leader of the shape shifting evil creatures; that’s what Aswang is the umbrella term for! 🤧

If anybody likes Mythologies & wants something other than the v v well known ones, Trese is great actually, sucks there ain’t no 2nd Season..! 😒 it was a Komik too before it became a “Netflix Anime Series”… 😗🤷🏻‍♀️

…. *cries in the cold dark corner of the room over not having a 2nd season of more Filipino myth n rep*

[indianaclems]

The annoucement

(Part 1)

Namaari was returning to Fang looking for her mother, she saw her in the distance near a training ground while she was watching the lesson of young military recruits

Namaari clenched her fists and took a deep breath, it was too late to turn back, she was not the type to run away... She had chased her destiny enough to finally let go of everything even if it meant that she was going to throwing into a fight the most terrifying of her life... Even defeating the Druun and the Aswangs seemed to be only a journey of health compared to what awaited her.

The attention of the recruits was suddenly dispersed like the serlots hearing the song of a bird, forcing the adults to turn around and greet the intruder duly.

-Virana: Namaari, what a pleasure to see you again, it’s a pleasant surprise

Namaari respectfully greeted her mother

-Namaari: I had to talk to you about an urgent matter

Virana understood and turned around to thank the instructor and wish the recruits a good session before following in her daughter's footsteps.

-Virana: where would you like to talk about it?

-Namaari: if possible in your office, Mother

-Virana: of course

Virana entered preceded by Namaari who closed the door behind her

As Virana settled into her seat on the other side

-Virana: please sit down and say, that seems important to me

-Namaari: it is, I found someone and I'm going to get engaged

Virana was surprised, then her sovereign face melted into that of an moved and delighted mother

-Virana: Ho Namaari, I am so happy for you, I knew you would succeed, I am so proud of you, tell me more

-Namaari: I already had the approval of chef Benja

Virana smiled goofily as her brain processed the information while her face transformed

-Virana: Namaari tell me that's not what I think

-Namaari: Mother, that's exactly what you're thinking

-Virana chuckled bitterly: Namaari I have a lot of work and certainly no time for these tasteless jokes

-Namaari: what is in bad taste is your denial, you know I love Raya, I have always loved her, since the day I met her, I cannot live my life without her

-Virana: I didn't send you to the colonies for nothing, don't tell me that you sincerely spoke to Benja

-Namaari: Yes, I come back from Heart and he approves, he will invite you for a meeting soon

-Virana: you put me in an embarrassing situation... Why are you acting like a teenager whose parents have to make up for their mistakes-

-Namaari: it's not a mistake

-Virana: I didn't raise you like that

-Namaari: more than you imagine

HVirana: Don't be insolent

-Namaari: You raised me to be a Chief!

-Virana: and you throw tantrums that put Fang in a perilous situation

-Namaari: every time I listened to your choices without listening to me Fang got entangled in problems

-Virana: and how will you explain that you will not give an heir

-Namaari: We will find a solution, but a marriage between Fang and Heart is a strong political alliance

-Virana: our people accept our relations with Heart, but to unite our families, our people are not ready, we must represent them, and act in their interest not as selfish pullers

-Namaari: We are Kumandra, this alliance is in their interest

-Virana: I wish it were that simple, this project is being built and we are walking on eggshells, you know that everyone is not yet ready, we are walking into the unknown we cannot rush, we have to take one step after another so that we learn to walk together, we don't even know how the other lands could perceive this alliance. Namaari: Sisu says that sometimes you just need to take the first step, I think the role of a leader is to walk in front and open your voice... If we had always been so cautious Kumandra would never be, the other lands would not will not dare attack Heart and even less our united lands

-Virana: our people do not recognize relationships between two men or two women... You realize the number of upheavals, this is a factor of more internal divisions

-Namaari: but Heart is, and it's not a weakness, it's never been one

-Virana: Fang will not accept losing his culture anytime soon and accepting such morals from Heart, mentalities take time to change, do you want a coup? How will you ensure the politics of Kumandra once we are exiled? It is your feelings and not your reason that push you to take a risk, but is your desire worth Fang's future? Who would take the throne if we are driven out? Certainly not pro-kumandra groups, I agree with you that Kumandra is the future of Fang. Do we still want Fang to go to ruin because of the bad decision of their chiefs?

-Namaari: Mother, Raya is loved in Fang she enjoys a popularity that no other emissary of Kumandra has, our people know how beneficial she is to us, she has brought change but always for the better

-Virana: she is appreciated as an ally not as a their future co-Fang leader

-Namaari: then let us convince our people

-Virana: Let me think about it... you can have

Namaari greets her and leaves

-Virana: one last thing... Tell your "friend" to come, I would like to speak with her

-Namaari: how-

-Virana: Oh please, I'm your mother, do you really think I'm fool enough to know that she wouldn't have accompanied you when you were announcing such an important thing to me?

[mythseekerblog]

ASWANG INTRODUCTION

The Aswang is a mythological creature from Filipino folklore known for its malevolent nature and shape-shifting abilities. Usually, the description is that of a supernatural creature that preys on humans, especially on tiny children and expectant mothers. The Aswang has the ability to change into a variety of animals, including pigs, dogs, and birds. It also frequently possesses a long, prehensile tongue or beak that it uses to eat flesh and blood.

Typical Features of the Aswang:

Shape-Shifting: The Aswang can change its form, making it difficult to identify. It can appear as an ordinary person or an animal.

Hunger for Blood/Flesh: It is often depicted as having a craving for human blood or flesh, especially targeting pregnant women.

Aversion to Sunlight: Many stories suggest that the Aswang is weaker or less active during the day and prefers to hunt at night.

Fear of Certain Objects/Practices: In some tales, the Aswang is repelled by certain items or practices.

How to Counter the Aswang:

Protective Talismans and Charms: In Philippine folklore, certain objects are believed to ward off the Aswang. These include garlic, salt, and religious artifacts. Placing these items around your home or carrying them can be considered protective measures.

Special Rituals and Prayers: Some communities perform specific rituals or recite prayers to protect against the Aswang. These rituals are often performed by local shamans or spiritual leaders.

Garlic: Garlic is widely believed to have strong protective properties in many cultures. Its pungent smell is thought to repel evil spirits, including the Aswang. In traditional beliefs, garlic is often used as a deterrent against supernatural beings because it is believed to drive them away or make them uncomfortable.

Salt: Salt is another substance considered to have protective qualities. It is commonly used in various cultures to ward off evil spirits and negative energies. The idea is that salt creates a barrier that supernatural beings cannot cross or that it purifies and cleanses areas of malevolent forces.

Avoiding Night time Activities: Since the Aswang is often associated with nighttime activity, avoiding going out at night or being cautious during dark hours can be a preventative measure.

Securing Your Home: In folklore, securing your home with barriers like locks and placing items like crosses or religious symbols on doors and windows can help protect against the Aswang.

These counter measures are rooted in traditional beliefs and practices. They reflect the rich cultural heritage of the Philippines and its diverse approaches to dealing with mythical creatures.

[reallyhardy]

It’s the very reason the group was launched in February 2021: while original P-pop music saw success in the late 1990s and early 2000s, support faced a steep decline once groups started modeling themselves after their Korean counterparts. The industry lacked diversity and by extension, a distinct identity: something Alamat has in spades. Today, they are ready to live up to their name (which means “legends” in English) as the first multiethnic, multilingual act in the Philippines.

Alamat came together from all over the country. Leader, main dancer, and sub-vocalist Taneo (22 years old) is from Tabuk, Kalinga, in the far North; co-leader Mo (20) is a half-Black American from Castillejos, Zambales; Jao (20) comes from Pampanga and the group’s center Tomás (24) from Tabaco City, Albay. Vocalist and visual R-Ji (23) is a Waray-Waray from Borongan, Eastern Samar, while rapper-producer Alas (21) is a Bisaya from Davao City. 

All were students with side jobs prior to joining the group, and while they all agree that this gig positively changed the trajectory of their lives, the journey was not without doubts. “Lately, it seems like Filipinos gravitate towards foreign influences more: our appreciation for our culture has slowly started to fade. So when we heard of the concept of this boy group, we couldn’t help but think it was risky,” Jao admits.

Alamat’s creative director Jason Paul Laxamana further outlines to Teen Vogue via email the complexities in P-pop and K-pop, and how they’ve affected Alamat’s reception in the country. “For Pinoy K-pop fans, they would judge Alamat based on their standards: glossy sets, Korean-style choreography, and even physical appearance like light skin and colored eyes,” Laxamana says. “Since Alamat doesn’t follow their formula 100%, many perceive them to be doing it wrong.”

But these risks seem to have paid off, as they’ve built an impressive portfolio of songs that illuminate the Philippines’ illustrious culture. “Kbye,” for instance, is their debut anthem about ghosting sung in seven of our local languages. “Kasmala” — which recently went viral for its “f*ck colonizers” concept — references the 1904 St. Louis World Fair, where Filipino natives were displayed like zoo animals before a foreign audience. Their latest EP Pasulong has the sensual and bass-heavy “Aswang” as the lead single, where all six members fall for the country’s most popular urban legend: a bloodsucker that only appears at night.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Pitch for a Dark Pictures Anthology game:

1) The title:

THE WHITE LADY (reasoning: loosely based on the ghost story)

2) Story:

During the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair, a young Filipino woman is brought to the “people zoo” where she is put on display alongside other Filipinos. She develops a seething rage towards the Americans as she endures extreme humiliation, essentially being treated like an animal. The following night, the woman escapes her captors, leading to a massive search by the fair groundskeepers. It’s during the search where we learn that the woman was harboring a dark secret; she was an aswang, the infamous shapeshifting monster in Filipino folklore.

The woman kills the groundskeepers who manage to find her and she retreats into the woods, never to be seen again. Over time, she becomes an urban legend to the people of Louisiana, gaining the nickname “The White Lady of St. Louis”.

In the present day, on the anniversary of the aswang’s rampage, two separate groups arrive in search of the white lady. One group, the main protagonists, is a team of supernatural enthusiasts whose leader believes that she’s related to the white lady. The other group is a team of hunters seeking to kill the aswang.

At first, the two groups seem to share common ground in that they both fear the white lady. But as night falls, the hunters show their “true” side, thus blurring the lines of who is truly the monster to be feared.

3) Story details / movie inspirations:

While the aswang starts out as the primary villain, towards the second act of the game, we learn that the white lady is just trying to live in peace. She’s a misunderstood monster, only attacking in self-defense and most of her story being exaggerated and twisted by the Americans to make her look like a villain. All she really wants is to go home (which I’d imagine would be a choice that the players can make in the game).

The REAL villains are the hunters. I pictured the hunters as villains in the same vein as the family from “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”. Or even from “The Devil’s Rejects”. They’re a bunch of crazy people who believe that they’re “avenging” the slain groundskeepers.

(Side note: I pictured the lead hunter using the same character model as Eric King from “House of Ashes”)

So for the tone of this game, imagine the first half as a vampire/werewolf movie and the second half as a crazy serial killer family movie.

4) The playable protagonists:

a) Gemma Bautista (STUBBORN, DIGNIFIED, UNDERSTANDING): The leader of the supernatural enthusiasts and a distant descendant of the aswang. Gemma is voiced and mocapped by Vanessa Hudgens, who is the game’s starring actor.

b) Thomas Nishioka (KIND, RATIONAL, OVERBEARING): Member of the supernatural enthusiasts and Gemma’s father figure. Thomas uses the same character model as Merwin from “House of Ashes”.

c) Sanjay Gupta (CYNICAL, SUPERSTITIOUS, DEPRESSED): The historian/researcher of the supernatural enthusiasts. Sanjay uses the same character model as Dar Basri from “House of Ashes”.

d) Priya Gupta (INNOCENT, AMIABLE, LOYAL): Sanjay’s daughter and Gemma’s best friend. Priya uses the same character model as Erin Keenan from “The Devil in Me”.

e) Amy Simmons (INSECURE, SHORT-TEMPERED, COMMANDING): Washed-up celebrity who only joined the supernatural enthusiasts in an attempt to revive their career. She uses the same character model as Julia from “Man of Medan”.

BONUS) Edgar Fitzpatrick: The false protagonist/prologue protagonist. He is one of the groundskeepers during the 1904 World’s Fair who gets killed by the aswang. Edgar uses the same character model as Reverend Carver/Carson from “Little Hope”.

[metataxy]

The origins of Hexenbiest... (drabble fic)

The story Sean Renard’s mother tells him about the genesis of her people, and the Wesen, and the Grimm.

Warnings: Sex between a prostitute and an eldritch being, described in biblical language.  Actually, if you’ve ever read the bible, you’ll probably be chill with everything here.

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There is a story only the Hexenbiest tell each other these days:  In the beginning were all things, and from chaos, the Creator drew forth the world, and all the animals in it.  And from all the animals in it, the Creator separated out man and woman, but when she came to the very last of her animals, she was tired.  So she told herself, “I will do half the work today, and half tomorrow,” and so half-separated the woman from the fox and the ziegevolk from the goat, but the next day, she forgot to complete her work, and so the Wesen have remained forever suspended between man and animal.

And there was famine and plague and war on the earth, and men died in numbers uncountable, until their race dwindled and you might walk a tenday before meeting another living soul.  Out of her loneliness and desperation, the first of heroes walked back into the chaos before creation and called upon Death.  

“Death,” said she, “my husband has died on the blades of brigands and my daughters have been taken by demons, my sons rot in the fields after the Wesen picked clean their bones.  The only child I have left to hold is the one yet in my womb, but he has not moved a fortnight, dead of hunger before he could live.  Give me back his life.”

“What will you give me for that life?” asked Death of the hollow-faced woman.  The mother smiled like a skull.  

“I will give you a fight,” she told Death, and leapt to tackle the god.

So startled was Death, that they did not disappear into void or shift their shape or meet the mother with any divine artifice. They met the mother as mortals do, hand to hand, and they hurt her as mortals do, in the flesh.  They drove their thumbs into her eyes even as she bit and clawed at Death’s manifold necks, they gashed their claws through her ears, their wings beat down and broke her bones, and still, she fought. Death crushed her all but to jelly, but there in the void, her soul clung to her corpse, and through sheer will, she stood again and again to defy the god, where all others would have submitted.

It was the fifth or fiftieth or five hundredth time, perhaps, when at last the god tired of the game.  “Enough then,” they said, to the blind and deaf body at their feet. “You have proven a will worthy of your Maker, I will now give you a body to match it.”

So they straightened and set her bones, and along every fracture they firmed up hard as iron.  So they healed her body, and gave into it the strength of a manticore and the swiftness of an aswang.  They traded her ruined ears for a pair of their own, and the same for her ruined eyes. Last, they exchanged a piece of their own unlife for the infant’s death, and the child moved in the mother, and she cried then with Death’s eyes, overjoyed.

Then Death said to her, “When you cross back, I will come with you, I will accompany both you and every child of your will, until the world collapses back into me. For now your eyes and mine are the same.”

And that is why the eyes of the Grimm turn black: they are the eyes of Death and look out unto the void before being.

The second one to come before Death was a leader of men, tall and proud but lean as any other in those famine days.  “Death,” said he.  “My wives are dead of plague, my sons swallowed up by beasts.  My men throw down the swords grown too heavy for their hands, and their women throw themselves from the cliffs when the raiders breach our walls.  As all things go to Death, they say Death also can give all things.  So Death, I ask you: give me back my wives and my sons and the strength of my city.”

Death considered the man with their many eyes. After the exchange with the Grimm, their gaze had grown kinder: the mother’s eyes looked out amid their tangling wings.

But Death is still Death, and so they said, “What will you give me in trade for these things?”

Though angered with his losses, the man was not lacking in sense or restraint.  He recognized he had nothing a god would need or fear, if he gained anything, it would be by Death’s good will only.”

“Who could give you anything, oh Death, equal to your generosity, you who bestow your gift equally on king and worm and all life between?  You are the ground out of which the Creator makes and returns us; our lives as much as our deaths rely on your largesse.  You, greatest of gods,” and so he went on, for five or fifty or five hundred hours, until Death tired of his praises, and said, “Enough.”

“Your words are enough to move Death,” they said, “I will make it so they move also the hearts of men.  Go back into the world and travel to the easternmost country, and you will find there the Creator still idling on the mountain.  If you kiss her, you can steal her voice, and the words you speak thereafter will change the world.”

So the man left back into the world and found the Maker on her mountaintop, and she was lovely as the moon and stars, too lovely to make him dishonest.  He would not steal a kiss from her, but sat with her, in her garden, day after night after day, and learned at her knee.  And after five or fifty or five hundred years, she kissed him, and he kissed her back, and they passed her voice between them forever after; and every scion he sired on her had something of their mother’s power, though diminished by mortal blood.  And this is why the Royals do not marry outside their bloodline.  

Last of all, came the temple prostitute to Death. “Death,” said she, “my priests have been stoned and my temples burnt and raided, my mother and aunts taken in the road and their bodies left behind there.  I am plague-ridden, Death, so none will sleep with me, and I have no coin to buy a cure or bread.”

Death looked on the whore with their many eyes and asked, “What would you have of me?”

“Our gods promised those sworn to them protection from violence and disease and famine, I ask you make good on their word.”

“And what will you give me in exchange?”

“In exchange?” the woman asked, furious.  “I have already given the gods my life, what else would you ask of me?”

“Your life and service you have given to the gods of life, but I am Death, and to Death, you and yours already belong, be it in a year or an hour or day.  What can you give to Death that I do not already own.”

She looked on Death, and she disrobed.  She came before their many mouths and kissed them, and her skin withered against their skin.  She stroked their many hands and feet and all else belonging to the body of the god, and her golden hair gristled below their beating wings.  She laid with them, fearless, as one who has known the worst of men cannot fear worse from gods, and Death took her gently.

She worked her arts upon them as carefully as though they were a kingly patron, and the novelty pleased Death.  They finished with her, and then said, “Go. Your womb is seeded with Death now, with the chaos before creation, your skin bears my seal.  You are Death’s wife, and none will harm you, your daughters will bear the measure of our power, and no man will touch them but by their will.  Go back and bring my scions into creation.”

So Death’s wife returned to the world a crone, but that crone bore three daughters.  And to the eyes of men, each was beautiful as the morning, but to the eyes of those others who belonged to the half-made world—the Wesen, the Royals, the Grimm—they appeared as those long dead.  They knew the secrets of the made and unmade worlds.  Their tonics could cure or kill, and they had the god’s hand, and could move a knife without touching it.

Thus came the first Hexenbiest, greatest of all god-touched creatures.

[bisexual-kane]

Before his injury, I would have bet everything on YOH winning Best of Super Juniors this year and facing SHO at Dominion. Now, I really have no idea who will win this.

I think we can immediately rule out all of the outsiders. Sorry, Ninja Mack!

In A Block, I think El Desperado is always a safe bet. Titan made it to the finals last year, so he could do it again. Also? Despite my best efforts, I have always loved IRL-problematic TJP and his just-walked-out-of-2004 ass. But he has also grown these past years into a more adult mentor roll with Akira, his Aswang persona is super cool and gives him more to work with, and he is a for-real contender to be the new leader of United Empire. I don't really think he will take the block, but I think he will have a good showing.

I think Desperado takes A Block, though.

B Block is harder to call. This is the first time in a long time where I really don't think Hiromu will get it, but he is also the ace of the division, so maybe! KUSHIDA, despite having awful (kayfabe) showings the last few years is a veteran . . . and he is taking my presumptive winner Yoh's place. I think Robbie Eagles and Taiji Ishimori are always possibilities. Personally, I am 100% behind Doukimania this year. I don't think Douki will get it, but I am really hoping he makes it to the top of the block to lose in heartbreaking fashion. I fucking hated this guy about five years ago, but the thing about NJPW is that today's "Biggest Loser Who Ever Sucked" is next year's "Your Favorite Wrestler Ever."

I'm going to predict KUSHIDA takes the block, but my heart of heart says Douki.

But, honestly, I have no real idea who will win this year. I just hope Douki breaks my heart and SHO continues cheating in increasingly hilarious ways.

[magnumversumplus]

Aswang Force

Chapter 5: Rebellion

Written By Joseph M.

Manananggals, leyaks and penanggalans crowded the steps leading up to courthouse–a section of courthouses attached to The Tribunal Palace–shrieking and demanding answers for the recent events. A manananggal named Councilwoman Lagg of The Tribunal Second Council further stepping out of line by showing the Philippine public that manananggals were real and chasing after Diego Bayani and now his son, classified documents telling how enforcer squadrons randomly entered and searched the homes of manananggals reaching the public through anonymous government insiders, a manananggal member of The Tribunal Second Council accepting payoffs from an unknown source, and bombshell documents detailing a shocking fact: all three judges in The Tribunal First Council tried to withdraw their respective factions from The Tribunal.

And the most shocking reveal: evidence emerged to show that all three judges in the First Council were murdering humans and devouring their flesh. This primitive way of life, these secrets being kept from the mythological public, these injustices outraged the community, and constituents of the Muka Layu, Band Kelima and the Fraksi Hantu screeched at Judge Memerintah as she left the courthouse, crying for her to give answers to these pressing rumors. She declined to give any.

Amongst the crowd was a shared expression of outrage and disappointment–bushy eyebrows pointed down, the screeches parched from crying, pleading for the rumors to not be true. Judge Memerintah’s bodyguards pushed the crowd away, using brute force to the point of even slashing their wings apart, gray aswang blood sprouting up like fountain springs, spraying onto the crowd and onto the concrete pavement. The agonized cries of rebels dropping and bleeding onto the floor was heard from far away, as even the trees couldn’t mask the wails of terror and the resilient screams for justice.

Judge Memerintah ducked down as her escorts followed her into the palace foyer, slashing apart the glistening eyes of the penanggalans and swiping at the tongues of the manananggals. She heard the raspy howls of her constituents, the bawling of subversives bawling loudly over their revolutionary loved ones. She crawled back into her shelter beneath her high seat at the bench, trembling.

One of her bodyguards, Ipatupad, opened up the compartment where she stowed away, reached out his shriveled hand of fuzz and grease and posed a question to her. “You’re a great leader and I’ll guard you with my life, but you need to step up and be the pangulo I know you to be. Tell me, what’s going on?”

Judge Memerintah looked at Ipatupad. His claws trembled quietly. The judge’s eyes watered, salty tears rolling down her grizzly face and dissipating on her tongue, a watery pink snake that slithered up and down and moistened her face. She lashed at Ipatupad, he dropped and she crumpled over the dead body of her fallen friend.

Tears streamed down her downy cheeks like mildew rolling down a hare on a summery morning. Ipatupad’s ghost drifted away from her, now walking on two gnarled bat legs into the light. His apparition turned around to look at the judge he served for so long, gazing one last time into her eyes; and though she couldn’t see him, Ipatupad could see the distress in her teary eyes, and he solemnly walked away.

Judge Memerintah carefully laid down Ipatupad’s corpse and rose, her intestines slithering upwards like a dead jellyfish’s stingers lifted from the sand. She droned through the halls of her and her people’s palace, her crooked fingernails out in front of her, still trying to give her passed friend a hug. She pried away the gates, the undeceived calls for truth filling the entrance, and she admitted everything.

Her words were marked with devastation, a need to make right what was done wrong. She admitted to the judges–as well as several other members of different Councils in The Tribunal resorting to primordial attacks on humankind when food shortages plagued the factions. Her voice, a once calming presence to those under her protection, was now an untrustworthy whisper, and her words were the utterances of a traitor.

Members of the police force that governed The Tribunal ordered her to stand down, and she was cuffed on the very podium of grass blades from which she spoke, and the other judges were lined up alongside her. A baton struck her back, forcing her to move. The harrowing creatures of Southeast Asian mythos paraded her around the crowd of protestors, and she drifted on the very blood of those who she ordered dead.

She hovered over the bodies of protestors, mutinies that picketed to a bitter end, revolutionaries with calls for a reformed government etched into placards. She was walked back into her own palace by her own police force, escorted into a place even she had never been to; it was a dim dungeon, the walls consisted of mud and stone, and a rag in the corner was her bed.

She was locked into her own mind in a sense, an empty, compact void where she and another voice shared a space. There was another inmate sharing this dingy cell with her–where the only light came from a small crack in the back wall and a flickering light bulb above their heads. There was a repugnant smell in the room, a filthy odor that reminded her of cigarettes and urine, a scent that caused her to turn away in disgust.

The prisoner whom Memerintah shared the cramped chamber with seemed to be the cause of this aroma, a cellmate who seemingly hadn’t showered in weeks. He was sitting on his own rag, blue, and his puffy hair of head was buried into his legs. He was human, this one, and though Memerintah didn’t know it, this man’s personality was so charming nobody would think he’d end up in a place like this.

Memerintah called out to him, deciding that any conversation was better than complete silence–even a drunken one, as Memerintah perceived a talk with this stranger might be, was better than nothing. “Answer me this, weak mortal: who are you, and why are you in here?” The ex-judge almost deduced that her delivery could’ve been kinder, but Memerintah stopped examining her own words for flaws when she realized where she was.

The man poked his head up, The Sun stabbing his bloodshot eyes with light. Not a spoken thought. No words; he just smiled a vicious smile, shared at that exact same moment by Grim Blood as he fought off the fabled creatures that lived in the Malay Archipelago and the humans that aided them.

Grim Blood drew a katana and carved shaved a tangle of black manananggal wool from Makisig’s shoulder, speckles of deteriorated gray flesh trapped in a web of black fuzz. Agung, the leyak, bit Grim Blood’s knee, a scene all too familiar to this villain. Efren gnashed at Grim Blood’s arm with his teeth, blunt vices that ripped off his flesh.

Grim Blood got down to his knees, and Efren, Danilo and Leon bashed at his spine with the butts of their rifles. It was like three metal baseball bats were belligerently pummeling him into the ground, buffeting him until his vertebral column could become a gravel walkway. All he could see was nothing, and then he saw his body getting hauled away, and then he found himself lying in a bed in a cell.

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LITERARY: LEGEND OF PATINTERO

During a time lost to the pages of the world, the faraway and peaceful land of Mapayapa was filled with happy, quiet, friendly, and God-loving people. Ever since, the people of Mapayapa have had un-interrupted peace and prosperity. All thanks to their guardian, Diwata Matinta, who was a reflection of the people she had been protecting–peaceful and loving to all.

Because they have lived for so long in peace and prosperity, the people of Mapayapa were utterly engulfed with fear and terror when an evil “Aswang” stormed into their village. The Aswang ate their pets and took their children.

The adults and elders did all that they could to ward off the evil Aswang; They followed the instructions from their ancestors for facing such creatures. They used salt, garlic, and even their bolos to try and defeat the malicious entity. But try as they might, the Aswang never cared for them and easily defeated them, and even targeted their sleeping children every full moon. Parents screamed in deep despair due their lost children and cried in frustration of being unable to do anything.

With the whole town in shambles, their great leader, Tero Alasiw, said to have the spirit and wisdom of Solomon raced to Bundok Mahika with his whole town in tow and consulted with the great Diwata Matinta.

“What?? Is that so?! Do not worry, I will help you,” said Diwata Matinta.

After a short ceremony to appease the Gods, Matinta gave them a special “tinta” or ink that can defeat the evil Aswang. Made from the tongue of a dog, the ashes of a sun god and the dark blood of the Diwata, it was a concoction that would target the dark aura of the Aswang and make it crumble to its knees. But only beings with so pure a heart, so little a burden, and with a happiness so great within, could use the ink directly to make a trap by drawing a set of magic lines on the street. I If not worthy, the user of the ink will be incinerated to dust. Simply put, only children with wisdom can defeat the Aswang. A wave of concern and unease spread among the people like a rabid disease. The Diwata said that they should mark with ink the street which the Aswang would pass through, in the entrance, exit, and middle area, and find three brave and pure-of-heart children, symbolizing the three divisions of the world: God, man, and magical beings. They will trap the aswang inside the borders of the ink cage and with the “tinta” written on the street and with their feet touching the borderlines, they will hold the Aswang. This will overwhelm its aura and ultimately defeat it.

With this, immediate preparations were done and the search for the three children commenced. After three days, the chosen ones were Luzon Lapatiw, Visayas Ayasol, and Mindanao Horapas. These three were chosen because they were the strongest, kindest, bravest, and the most God-loving children in the land. They then trained rigorously knowing that something could go wrong if one makes a wrong step and they developed a great camaraderie. With their strong teamwork, they became more powerful.

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Finally, the full moon came, and their practice was to become a grueling but heroic experience. The three waited diligently in the trap and the whole town watched from their houses. A feeling of dread suddenly crept in their hearts –a deep strum of danger and suspense. After an hour, an adult came running into the street. “The Aswang is here!!!!" he screamed. And now came the biggest moment. The three proceeded to taunt and bait the Aswang. The beast roared in annoyance and extreme madness. Once the Aswang was close, the child in front and the fastest of the three, Luzon, left his station to run towards the Aswang. Luzon immediately ran back into the trap, narrowly missing the inch where the monster's cold and sickly hands were. The monster was just behind Luzon when the three children got the chance to touch the Aswang within the ink trap; it realized its deadly mistake but was too late. The Aswang was baited into the trap, and together, the three children bravely touched the Aswang’s dark and bony body. The Aswang, writhing in anger and frustration, then crumbled into ashes and its spirit was said to have been thrown into the confines of hell.

Since then, all the children in the town were taught the strategy of trapping the enemy, practicing how to reach and touch the enemy without leaving the “magic line”. This was the birth of what is known today as the “Patintero” named after Diwata Matintina, and the great leader of Mapayapa, Tero.

[eydi-andrius]

Trese Characters with their S/O would include...

CRISPIN

He is very quiet towards strangers but when it comes to you, he will talk non-stop about what happened today, how much he misses you and the pranks him and his brother did to Hank

Also, loves telling stories about his childhood. He is just an open book when it comes to you

He always surprises you with back hugs whenever he’s done with work for the day

He’s not a fan of PDA or open declaration of love but he ensures that you knew that he loves you by squeezing your hands three times whenever and wherever

A type of lover who will always bring home trinkets or pasalubong which he thought you will love or will looks good on you

Basically, he’s thinking about you 24/

BASILIO

This guy loves teasing you so he do PDA or open declaration of love in public just to see you blush

However, if you decided to tease him as well or unexpectedly go with the flow of his teasing, his face will turn red like a tomato instantly

Whenever he has some free time during work, he will quickly dial your number to call and update you

If he can’t call you, he will try to text you and send you those cheesy stickers that can be found online

Speaking of texting, he can be a little bit of naughty sometimes (¬‿¬ )

ALEXANDRA TRESE

Loves cuddling with you after a long day with work

Also, opens up about her worries about the happenings in Karit-An and messing up her father’s legacy as a Lakan

She doesn’t have lots of free time but if she do, she will not hesitate to invite you to go out

If you can’t go out on her free time, she will try to cook and have an indoor date with you

Is very sweet and prepares her anniversary and birthday gift months before the actual celebration

SERGEANT TAPIA

Since he is very dedicated to his work and can’t call you during work hours and overtime, he will make it up to you always when he have some day offs

Either by offering you with a massage or a take-out at night

His wallpaper is definitely a photo of you or the photo of you together

He will always go out of his way to buy you flowers every month

Is very shy but will continue holding your hand despite the teasing of his work mates

And obviously, the guy who will propose immediately when he knew you’re the one

HANK

This the King of Cheesy so expect to receive pick-up and cheesy lines every time

Loves to brag about you during his shift to Diabolical

Will recruit The Kambal to sing kundiman (love songs) in front of your house

Write letters every day instead of texting because he believes that letters are sweeter

As a man of style, he will wear his signature purple tux during your dates

DOMINIC

You are the only reason why he choose to be part of the agreement with Anton

You have changed his heart when you decided to be his lover and he thinks being nicer to your race will help to know you better

Even though he was known to be a proud leader of the aswangs, he is softer when you’re around

He loves spoiling you and seeing you happy with his gifts

Surprisingly, even though he is possessive, he is a gentleman

He doesn’t sleep with you unless you agree to marry him and lead the aswangs together

MALIKSI

This is the prince of Tikbalangs were talking about so expect lots of gifts from him

He loves to brag about you so don’t be surprised if lots of otherworld creatures knew about you being his lover

Speaking of bragging, he loves to see you close and watch him win his races

Also, loves physical touch so prepare to be tired and sore every day (￢‿￢ )

Is very possessive so don’t be surprised if he propose to you after your first hot night with him

*I'm supposed to continue writing my side hustle today but I just need to write something with Maliksi and Dominic lol

Again! Any requests are welcome, I'll try to write it when I have some free time. Enjoy this ayuda muna! XD*

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God Is A Woman- Dominic x Reader [SMUT-DRABBLE]

Art by @achiigo on twitter

GOOD MORNING DOMINIC SIMPS AND ABS LICKING ANON, HERE'S YOUR SURPRISE FIC.

WALANG PROOF READ YAN HAHAHAHA

WARNINGS: FILTHY ASS SMUT, ABS LICKING, BODY WORSHIP, DOM BEING ADDICTED TO THE READER, LIGHT BONDAGE, COCKWARMING , READER IS THE DOM HERE AND DOM IS A SUB, DOMINIC BEING A PILLOW PRINCE

Genre: Romance, Smut

Description: Y’ALL ASKED FOR THIS BUT HERE’S A DRABBLE FOR ALL YOU THIRSTY ASS DOM SIMPS. Also my grandmother has been watching this period era drama called the Cook of Castamar and all I could imagine is Dominic in a loose puffy shirt and cream colored regency pants.

7-19-2021, 6:09 PM: I had this fic saved in my drafts at 5 am because I wanted to post it but I said fuck it and decided to post it when I woke up LMAO

 If there was one thing Dominic was proud of, it was spending all these passionate nights with you, his beloved wife. It was safe to say that he was in love with every inch of you—mind, body and spirit, to say he was a love-struck fool was an understatement. The moment the two of you had your sights set on each other, he was hooked, almost as if he was under a spell and that Dominic couldn’t seem to bring himself to forget you. The tables seemed to have turned on him the moment he had met you. Words could never explain how down he was for you and you only and whenever he found himself speechless, he would find other ways to express his love for you.

Dominic was willing to do anything  for you because to him, you were his everything, his queen, his beloved and the only deity he’ll gladly get on his knees to and worship you in any way he can. You were absolutely divine to him, regardless of what you tell him, Dominic would find a way to change your mind. He would remind you how beautiful you were, how perfect and how he was blessed with a goddess such as yourself.

So imagine his joy and absolute eagerness when you had tied his wrists down to the golden bedframe, the pale yellow light illuminating his features, his cheeks and the rest of his exposed skin would flush red and you could see the desire and excitement and almost every emotion shining behind his eyes, his pupils blown. You could feel him panting, almost as if he had ran a marathon and you haven’t even done anything to him yet. Just seeing him so breathless, eager and craving made you feel powerful. The scene before you was absolute bliss and you couldn’t help but to run your hands down his sculpted figure, leaving nothing untouched and it felt like you were in control. You were practically driving him mad with passion and desire with over simulation with your actions, enjoying every second of it.

So when you placed your lips on his skin and began worshiping it the way he had done to you countless of times, Dominic lost it, his head thrown back onto the soft pillows, fingers digging into the silken tie around his wrists. The way your tongue, lips and teeth ran across his skin felt heavenly, his back arching and arousal straining against his pants but you would hold him down and remind him who was in charge for tonight. Your lips would frequent his abs more than the usual, sometimes even going as far to his v-lines and the light trail that would disappear in his trousers. His moans, desperate pleas and groans seemed to bounce off of the walls and it felt like music to your ears, drinking it all in like sweet nectar as you grinded down on your beloved husband, his trousers long gone as per his request before you had decided to take him in, watching his hazy, open mouthed expression change into one of pleasure once he felt your velveteen walls take his cock in, basking in the warmth your body gave off as you took all of him in, your ample thighs giving the side of his hips a gentle squeeze as you sat on top of him, warming his length, your hands flying towards your exposed breasts, toying with them while keeping your eyes trained on your husband.

The pleasure seemed to finally get to you after a couple few minutes and you’ve decided that it was time to move. You would move slowly at first then you would eventually pick up the speed, much to Dominic’s delight, both your moans and cries of love for each other sounded like a symphony for you two only. No words were spoken that night save for the cries of each other’s names, uttered in such reverence that one would think that it was some sort of hymn or chant. To Dominic, it was like a sacred prayer to utter your name in such a manner. The bed seemed to creak with every movement the two of you made and soon enough the both of you managed to finish with a loud cry. Panting, Dominic would lean up and place a loving kiss upon your lips as the two of you caught your breathes before you spoke, planting small kisses across his face and down his neck,

“Oh darling, we’re not done yet. The night’s still young and I’ll make sure that the only thing you know is my name. I’ll make sure you know that god is a woman.”

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Dominic, Aswang Leader [Trese]

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Sexy aswang leader Dominic and mamananggal rhjskfjskdjkajfj

They're literally so hot and for what???? Ajdhjdjf