#takipsilim

[semaamagokyuzuolmayan]

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[upismediacenter]

LITERARY: Ika-19 ng Pebrero

[istariray23]

"As the setting sun gracefully casts its golden light upon the waters of Pasig River, a mesmerizing symphony unfolds—a dance of shimmering reflections that captivate the soul. In this fleeting moment of beauty, where nature's canvas merges with the flowing currents, we are reminded of the timeless harmony between light and water.

Here, along the banks of Pasig River, we witness a tranquil spectacle that whispers of peace and serenity, inviting us to embrace the beauty of the present moment."

[nubibusincaelo]

takipsilim, buwan, at tala.

hindi naman talaga takipsilim ang siyang dahilan kung bakit ako’y pumupunta sa lilim at nagdarasal nang taimtim na alisin itong dilim.

hindi naman talaga ang buwan ang sanhi ng aking kapighatian.

hindi naman talaga ang mga tala ang siyang sumisimbolo ng bawat luha.

hindi naman talaga sila ang may sala, kundi’y mga saksi. ang aking piping mga saksi.

sila ang saksi ng taimtim kong pagdusa.

saksi sa aking pagkukulang, minsa’y sa pagkasobra.

saksi sa kung paanong nagsimula sa isang walang laman na bote sa gilid ng kuwarto na ngayo’y kuwebang walang apoy sa gitna ng puso.

nakita ang pagbabago—kasiguraduhang dahang-dahang nagpaalam na pinalitan ng pagdududa’t mga agam-agam.

sila rin ay naging saksi sa pagkupas ng litrato ng isang bayaning sa utak ay naging mala-demonyong walang sungay, walang buntot, at walang pulang mga mata—ngunit mayroong maituturing na titulo sa buhay ng munting bata.

sila ang mga saksing pinipiling hindi magsalita, magmasid lamang at damhin din ang aking nadarama.

ilang taon ko ring inakalang sila ang may sala ng aking paghagulhol,

ngunit hindi ba’t hindi naman nila kasalanang wala silang magawa kundi’y ako ay pagmasdan at hindi na dumada.

hindi naman nila kasalanang ang kanilang pagkinang simbolismo ng pag-asa ay iba sa aking pag-akalang ito ay sa aki’y tumatawa.

takipsilim, buwan, at tala.

ang aking mga saksi sa t'wing hinahamon ako ng Dakila.

[mahkinarya]

I finally draw her with expressions other than disappointment

[diodellet]

twisted wonderland

note: anything marked with (*), make sure to heed the warnings

[FANFIC] what can i do for you? (jamil viper x gn!reader): where jamil lends you his hairtie and everything spirals out of control from there

[RAMBLE] self-projecting onto the scarabia boys

[FANFIC*] i think i've found a place for us (jamil viper x gn!reader): 3.4k words of comfort and recovery in the wake of jamil's overblot ++ [FANFIC*] can you tell me it's all wrong? (jamil viper x gn!reader)

[RAMBLE] jamil viper trophy wife agenda

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[RAMBLE] analyzing kalim's star sign

[HCS] the kindest place to place a kiss (jamil viper x gn!reader): 1.06k words of flustering jamil with earnest affection

[] just one bite (vampire!reader x sebek zigvolt x silver)

[HCS] (dark!au ft. ____)

[SUGGESTIVE RAMBLE] sebek's highstrung nature x that one chainsaw man scene

[SMUT RAMBLE] jamil viper pillow princess agenda

[FANFIC] ily now leave me tf alone (jamil viper x gn!reader): 1.1k words of saying dumb shit to your crush before passing out ++ extra thoughts

[HCS] roommates? more like roomfoes (jamil viper x gn!reader): 2.6k words of the annoying things about being jamil's roommate (vice versa)

[RAMBLE] scarabia arc but make it outer science

[SUGGESTIVE] say what you mean (jamil viper x gn!reader): 724 words of running your mouth and suffering enjoying the consequences

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[FANFIC] magnetism (Azul Ashengrotto + Prompt #3: Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.)

[FANFIC] preemptive (Jamil Viper + Prompt #1: "It feels...good to be around you.")

[RAMBLE] growing grim

[RAMBLE] what's that? things i like about jamil viper? (starts sweating)

[SMUT RAMBLE] dio chimes in: for your consideration

[RAMBLE] grim yr 5 anni card prediction guesses

[HCS] top 3 victims of getting whipped by jamil viper's long and luscious hair (ft. various): 772 words of unserious shenanigans surrounding jamil viper's hidden weapon

[ABANDONED] 3 sets of unfinished twst headcanons

[RAMBLE] thinking about jamil's proficiency in fire magic

[RAMBLE] on grim's selfishness

[RAMBLE] kalim and mithridatism

[SMUT RAMBLE] dio chimes in: incubus!jamil viper

[RAMBLE] kalim and the true crime genre (and a bit of jamil and the horror genre)

[DRABBLE] jamil and his perma-brow furrow

[FANFIC] decompressing (poly!scarabia x gn!reader): 1.8k words of getting drunk and being doted on by kalim and jamil

[DRABBLE] naga!jamil x bodypillow!reader

[FANFIC] try wishing for it: magical girl au (scarabia x gn!reader): 2.7k words of vanquishing evil with magic, sparkles, and your helpful familiars ++ author's note

[SMUT] stress (jamil viper x gn!reader): 2.6k words of jamil joining you in your alone time ++ extra thoughts and hcs

twst yuusona masterlist: 🎈lou tang🎪

[DRABBLE] imagine matching yadom with jamil viper

[RAMBLE] jamil and jack split

[DRABBLE] jamil viper: serial napper at the movies

[HCS] chicken soup for the transmigrated soul (ft. vice housewardens, ruggie bucchi, ortho shroud)

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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(A/N: This update took a lot longer than expected, because I really wanted to flesh out Darius Carter's character here. As we discovered in the latest chapter, he is the avatar of Anubis and the past life of our moon boys (Marc, Steven and Jake). I can't wait for you to finally meet him and discover how he first met our beloved Mira (you) and became an avatar. Sooooooo, I will no longer keep you waiting. Enjoy!)

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE - LIEUTENANT DARIUS CARTER

The year was 1914, and the world was on the brink of an inferno. The scent of gunpowder and the sound of marching boots echoed through the continent, war slowly rising on the precipice as the entirety of mankind braced itself for a conflict of an unprecedented scale. As the avatar of Mayari, the goddess of the moon, your immortality has not shielded you from countless conflicts that you have witnessed over centuries. But something about this one felt different.

As the majority of Europe has been set ablaze with the flames of war, you found yourself walking on foreign soil, far from the shores of your own homeland. Leaving the tranquil halls of Harvard University where you had just earned your medical degree being a pensionada, you have answered the call of duty in the first world war as you were dispatched to the epicenter of battle.

Not as a warrior, but as a healer.

It was a time of uncertainty, and your only duty was to save lives and alleviate the suffering caused by the horrors of war. It was a daunting task, but you were determined to do your part.

It was in a military outpost in France where you crossed paths for the first time. The air in the barracks was thick with anticipation and a hint of apprehension as fresh soldier recruits started to fill the encampment, their faces a mix of youthful enthusiasm and the dawning realization of what lay ahead. 

You stood among the medical personnel sent by the American Red Cross, observing the nervous yet determined faces of your comrades as you were being introduced to one another and your regiment officer. Your crisp, white medical uniform felt heavy with responsibility, yet you bore it with the quiet strength of someone who had seen far more than her youthful appearance suggested.

It was here that you saw him for the first time.

His towering stature caught your eyes immediately, standing tall and proud among your peers as his striking hazel brown eyes seemed to pierce through the haze of bodies and chatter. He stood out, not just for his imposing presence but for the way he carried himself—confident, yet with an air of humility.

His olive brown skin was littered with nervous sweat as he saluted, his military uniform crisp and new.

"Lieutenant Darius Carter, reporting for duty," he said, his voice steady and confident.

“At ease, Lieutenant”, the regiment officer said, patting the young soldier’s back encouragingly before his eyes fell on you and your colleagues. “You will be in charge of this unit, together with our friends and allies from the American Red Cross. Why don’t you introduce yourselves?”

It was there, amidst the sea of young, eager faces, that your eyes met for the first time. Darius found himself tongue tied as you stepped forward, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he witnessed you raising your right hand to salute before introducing yourself to your superiors and your fellow army recruits altogether. 

“Myrna Katigbak, reporting for duty,” you spoke, managing a polite smile despite yourself as you felt a hundred pairs of eyes on you. And yet, Darius's gaze stood out from the rest of your comrades, his eyes sparkling with bold admiration as he felt a strong connection in that moment, an inexplicable pull towards you that he couldn’t possibly ignore. 

Something about your enigmatic presence drew him in. Having grown up in a family with a deep connection to Egyptology, you were like an undiscovered pharaoh’s tomb to the young lieutenant waiting to be unravelled. And like any archaeologist and Egyptologists he has known his whole life, he has made it his first mission to seek you out and fulfill his quiet curiosity.

The next time you saw Darius Carter, it was in the makeshift soup kitchen. The scent of broth and bread filled the air as you ladled portions into bowls, your hands moving with practiced efficiency. Your fellow medics and soldiers, both weary and hungry after their intensive training, lined up at the long table with gratitude etched on their faces as you started to distribute lunch.

The young lieutenant was but a few steps away from the long table as the line progressed, almost chickening out as he neared. As he slowly approached, you looked up and met his gaze fully for the first time. Handing him his bowl of soup and a half loaf of bread, you noticed him trying to linger, his eyes bright with a mixture of hope and shyness as he struggled to find the words to speak.

“You can come back for seconds later, Lieutenant Carter”, you smiled, amused by his poor attempt at small talk which you find endearing.

“Right, thank you, Miss Katigbak”, he stammered as he ended up butchering the last name of your latest alias.

“You can just call me Myrna”, you corrected with an amused smile, bidding him goodbye as your attention shifted to the next man in need of sustenance. “I don’t expect everyone to get my last name right”

Darius internally groaned as he mildly shook his head, managing a soft chuckle despite himself as he continued moving forward and out of the lunch line. He found himself sitting at a nearby table, still gazing longingly at the long table where you were as he started to eat. As the hours slowly progressed and the early afternoon finally made its way, the number of people in the soup kitchen slowly dwindled until the only ones left were him and you.

This time around, Darius no longer allowed his nerves to get the best of him. With careful steps, he approached you once again, his eyes emanating the same spark from when he first laid eyes on you. 

“Excuse me, Miss Katigbak”, he asked, finally pronouncing your last name correctly with his rich, baritone voice that resonated pleasantly in the empty vicinity. “May I help you with anything?”

“You got it right this time,” you nodded in his direction as you started preparing your workspace for your upcoming chore. “And yes, you can help by carrying those empty bowls from the lunch tables and I’ll wash them here.”

He eagerly obliged, his movements careful as he balanced multiple trays of empty bowls on his hands. As soon as they piled up, he worked alongside you and shared your dishwashing workload. It was a mundane task for a soldier like him, but it didn’t matter as he had you to keep him company.

Besides, observing you from afar was becoming his favorite pastime. Your smooth and flawless skin was the first thing he noticed, a warm, sun-kissed brown with golden undertones that radiated health and vitality. Your hair, ebony-black and rich, fell in long, soft waves around your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. Your facade possessed a delicate heart-shaped contour that added a touch of youthful charm, along with high cheekbones and small, slightly upturned nose that accentuated your femininity. Your lips, full and naturally mauve, curved into a smile that reflected the warmth of your spirit, a genuine expression that made him feel at ease.

But it was your eyes that truly captivated him. Almond-shaped and chestnut brown, they glistened with warmth and mystery, capable of conveying joy, sorrow, and strength in a single glance. Framed by long, thick lashes, your gaze had an intensity that made those who met it feel uniquely seen. Your naturally arched brows added depth to your expression, giving you a look of quiet confidence.

“You never did go back for seconds, Lieutenant Carter” you spoke out loud, slightly startling Darius from his own reverie.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, his voice warm and earnest as you ended up laughing at his amusing response. 

“I meant you could go back in line earlier after finishing your meal to get a second serving of soup and bread”, you ended up explaining in which Darius sighed with pure relief. “I was waiting for you”

“Oh, right”, he seemed to relax at your friendly tone. “I’m too shy, unfortunately, so I will most likely die of hunger before I ask you for seconds, Miss Katigbak”

“You can just call me Myrna”, your amusement grew as you observed his quiet awkwardness which you find endearing. “Miss Katigbak is too formal and besides, it’s only the two of us here”

“Myrna it is”, Darius nodded, testing your name in his lips. “And please call me Darius, Lieutenant Carter is also too formal”

“Sure, Darius”, you obliged, prompting a warm smile from the lieutenant. “And now that introductions and our collective nerves are out of the way, care to tell me why you’re really here?”

"Well, to be honest, I was hoping to engage you in a conversation since we’ve first met”, Darius scratched the back of his head, his gaze locked onto yours. “I've heard that you're a medical graduate, and I thought I might pick your brain about a few things."

"I'm happy to help, but I have to warn you that I'm not the most exciting conversationalist”, you laughed softly. “I spend most of my time tending to wounds and doling out soup."

“That’s quite all right”, Darius's eyes sparkled with interest. "In fact, I have a penchant for Egyptology. Did you know that the ancient Egyptians were pioneers in the field of medicine?"

“Egyptology, you say?” you couldn't hide your surprise. "That's an unexpected interest for a soldier. But I must admit, it's a topic I find intriguing as well."

“I could spend all day talking about it if you’re interested”, Darius started, his positive energy overflowing at finding an outlet to share his interests. “I came from a family of archaeologists and Egyptologist, hence my knowledge”

As he started going on about his recent discoveries in the history of Egyptian medicine, you slowly fulfilled his curiosity by answering his questions in correlation to your current expertise, marking your longer interactions with the young lieutenant. He didn’t keep the conversation one-sided and challenged your insights, asking about your journey from America, your studies at Harvard, and your impressions of the war. You answered every question with polite brevity, finding his earnestness both charming and amusing as the two of you find companionship amidst the harsh reality of the ongoing war.

Your paths crossed once again in the crucible of battle. The frontlines were chaotic and brutal, the air filled with the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions, serving as a constant backdrop to your work as a medic. You and Darius found yourselves deployed and stationed together with him as the commanding officer of your sector. As a medic, you worked tirelessly to fulfill your duty to save as many lives as possible and tended to the wounded from your unit, often under fire. 

It was during one of these intense battles that you truly began to see the depth of his character.

Darius was brave, almost to the point of recklessness, always throwing himself into the fray to protect his comrades. It was after one such skirmish that he found himself injured, and you were the one to tend to his wounds. As you worked, he watched you with a mixture of pain and admiration.

"You have a steady hand," he remarked, his voice strained but appreciative.

"Years of practice," you replied, focused on your task. "Hold still, this might hurt."

He winced but remained silent as you cleaned and bandaged his wounds. When you were finished, he looked at you with gratitude. "Thank you, Myrna. I don't know what I'd do without you here."

You smiled softly. "It's my duty, Darius. Just as it's yours to fight."

In the days that followed, your interactions grew more frequent and meaningful. You shared stories, hopes, and fears, finding solace in each other's company amidst the horrors of war. Your connection deepened, and it became clear that Darius's feelings for you were more than just admiration.

One fateful day, your barracks were under siege, almost overrun by enemy forces. The chaos was overwhelming as German soldiers started to storm the base. Recognizing the dire situation, Darius Carter ordered your unit as its commanding officer to evacuate.

“Myrna, take the others and head to the trucks”, he said, handing you a slip of paper with coordinates. “You and the rest of the surviving sector will be taken to the rendezvous point.”

“Understood, Lieutenant”, you nodded, saluting Darius as you started to help your fellow medics and other soldiers escape first, ensuring they reached the safety of the military trucks stationed on the outskirts. As the alarm sounded, signaling the order to retreat, you urged the remaining few of your comrades to make haste, barking orders left and right as you refused to leave anyone behind.

“Darius, you need to go”, you shouted amidst the chaos around you, seeing the lieutenant fought bravely as he clutched his rifle close, firing shot after shot at the advancing German soldiers merely a few feet away.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Myrna”, he declared, his voice firm with resolve.

“I’ll be right behind you”, you insisted and started to push him away to safety, but he held his ground unwavering. 

“No, I’m not leaving you!” he shouted, his eyes locking onto yours with pure determination as his tone left for no argument. “We’re in this together”

You sighed in defeat, allowing him to stay by your side knowing there was no time to debate. The situation grew more perilous by the minute as it became clearer that the enemy was closing in on the barracks. But you and Darius continued to stand your ground, determined to aid your fellow comrades and guide them to safety.

Together, you fought your way through the turmoil as the chaos and destruction intensified, dodging bullets and explosions while glancing left and right to ensure each other’s safety. The moment of truth came when the last of the military trucks departed, and the two of you finally decided to make your escape. 

The barracks were in shambles, and you could hear the sounds of enemy soldiers drawing nearer. The two of you made a run for it, racing toward the outskirts where an abandoned motorbike was stationed.

But fate had other plans. Just as you were about to reach the vehicle, a group of German soldiers appeared on the scene, hot on your heels. They spotted your position, and before the two of you could react, shots rang out followed by a sharp crack that rang out. Darius staggered as he cried out in pain, clutching his shoulder where a bullet had struck. You watched in horror as he fell to the ground, the world seeming to slow down around you.

Panic coursed through you as you knelt beside him, trying to assess the situation. The German soldiers closed in, their weapons trained on you both. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest as you let your own instinct take over. There’s no way in hell that you will let him die on your watch.

Without hesitation, you drew upon the ancient powers bestowed on you by your patron goddess Mayari, summoning her very essence that lay dormant within you all these long years until this precise moment. In a blinding flash, your form shifted as the ceremonial armor slowly materialized in a shimmer of moonlight, replacing the former medical uniform enveloping your body.

You, Myrna Katigbak, a simple medic, began to change before Darius’s wide eyes. The initial shock and disbelief he felt witnessing your transformation slowly turned into awe, marking the beginning of your intertwined fates being woven together.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

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[bastardtrait]

happy speak your language day!

galing sims ko sa inyo. from my sims to you.

hi mga bakla. heto na, mga salita sa tagalog na sa palagay kong magandang pakinggan, o naman mayroong interasadong kahulugan. i bring to you a few words from tagalog that i think sound nice or have interesting meanings.

kilig: romantic excitement, butterflies in your stomach.

gigil: overwhelming aggression brought on by seeing something cute as hell.

kundiman: a love song, especially an old-style one.

tadhana: fate. destiny.

takipsilim: twilight, or late evening just before nightfall.

[rogrogrog]

Kakapit ng mahigpit

Kakayanin ang dilim ng takipsilim

Manila 2020

[legendofthemooneater]

legend of the moon eater: an 18+ hsr & gi roleplay

welcome to takipsilim: a land wrought with chaos. the bakunawa — a serpentine creature with a voracious appetite — ate the moon, before vanishing without a trace. ten years have passed since then, and now, takipsilim is an archipelago shrouded by the darkness of an eternal night. creatures called aswang roam the land in search for human flesh to consume.

in the present era, the last remaining humans are incredibly vigilant. they wield themselves with salt and garlic to stave the creatures away, and they are much more difficult to catch.

to amend their food crisis, the aswang began to create portals from other worlds, capturing humanoid creatures from different universes. it was a stable source of nutrition for a few months, until they stumbled across the planet of teyvat and the expanse of space explored by the astral express.

humanoids from the world teyvat were summoned on mount buntala, while humanoids from elsewhere are were summoned on mount bituin. though significantly weakened, vision wielders and path followers alike fought off the aswang bravely, before scattering across takipsilim to take refuge.

the aswang still guard the portals to the other realms, if only to pick on the unlucky few humans without powers for an easy meal.

the stragglers of the foreign realms cannot save this land, they find out. this apocalyptic wasteland is a fight they are not a part of — they can only watch as the natives of this land fight for their country, and figure out a way to bring these outsiders back home. until then, the vision wielders and the path followers can only do one thing: survive.

TLDR - this server is:

- run by a neurodivergent adult person of color

- a literate, sandbox style roleplay server set in an apocalyptic world based on philippine mythology

- a space for adults to roleplay hsr and gi characters in a mature, sfw setting

hope to see you soon!

[ao3feed-moonknight]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mtqd2PA by DaphneFisherOfficial Under the luminous full moon of the pre colonial Philippine archipelago in the year 900, Mira Batala's fate to serve their patron moon goddess, Mayari, as an avatar was sealed from the moment a divine kiss was bestowed on her forehead from her infancy. Gifted with a second chance at life, her extraordinary birth marks the onset of a divine oath to be honored and fulfilled as immortality soon became a curse rather than a gift. As she outlived her family and becomes the last of her olden lineage, Mira embarks on a millennia-long journey of protecting her people and guiding the travelers of the night through its darkest. bugna: takipsilim (destiny's twilight) is a thrilling saga of ancient gods, boundless love, and a woman's timeless odyssey. As Mira confronts her past and embraces her role as Mayari's Avatar, she discovers the essence of her bugna (true destiny) and the interconnectedness of all strings of fate tied to her own: namely her intertwined destinies with Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley as the reincarnated fragments of her greatest love's past life. Words: 4164, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Moon Knight (TV 2022), Moon Knight (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi Characters: Mira Batala-Carter, Mira Batala, Myrna Katigbak, Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow, Khonshu (Marvel), Anubis (Ancient Egyptian), Mayari (Indigenous Tagalog Religion), Bathala (Indigenous Tagalog Religion), Hanan (Indigenous Tagalog Religion), Tala (Indigenous Tagalog Religion), Apolaki (Indigenous Pangasinense & Tagalog Religion), Set (Ancient Egyptian), Apophis (Ancient Egyptian), Ammit (Ancient Egyptian), Hathor (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Relationships: Marc Spector/Reader, Steven Grant (Marvel)/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader, Steven Grant (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Marc Spector/Original Female Character(s), Jake Lockley/Original Female Character(s), Layla El-Faouly & Reader, Layla El-Faouly & Original Female Character(s), Marc Spector & Original Male Character(s), Steven Grant (Marvel) & Male Original Character(s), Jake Lockley & Original Male Character(s), Khonshu (Marvel) & Reader, Khonshu (Marvel) & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dreams and Nightmares, Falling In Love, Historical, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Not Beta Read, Polyamory, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Smut, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mtqd2PA

[ephemeraev]

生き甲斐 mga ideyang bitbit ng takipsilim

‘di lahat ay natatapos sa isang tuldok

&.&.

maraming pamamaraan kung paano natin dapat tapusin ang isang bagay. hindi lamang sa pamamagitan ng tuldok, pagsara, o pag-iwan nito sa ere— katulad na lamang ng kung paano natin isinasauli ang lapis sa pencil case, itinutuwid ang pahina ng libro na ating itinupi pagkatapos basahin, at kung paano natin isinasara ang bintana sa hapon na ating ibinubukas tuwing umaga.

may mga salitang masakit, kadalasan nga, sumasapaw pa sa tonong mapait. hindi rin mabilang sa daliri ang mga tugmaan na ipinipilit sa ‘di kumpletong parirala na halos lahat ‘ata ng tinik ng isdang ninakaw mula sa piling ng karagatan ay nakaipit. naisin ko mang sumigaw o ‘di kaya’y tumakbo, hindi p’wede. wala naman akong ibang alam na paraan upang makaalpas mula sa mainit na yakap ng nakakasulasok na usok kundi magpigil ng hininga at pumikit. at dahil malabo ang maaring simbolo ng tuldok: isa, para sa pagtatapos na may pahintulot; dalawa, para sa salitang nakaligtaan na ilahok; at kapag tatlong tuldok, para naman ito sa hindi siguradong pagtatapos ng sigalot— hindi na magkamayaw ang mga hibla ng magkahalong pagkakamali sa isip ko. sa labis na pagkalito, ni hindi ko na nagawa pang makatakas, hindi kasi ako sigurado kung alin sa tatlo ang nararapat para sa sitwasyon na mayroon ako. nanatili akong nakapikit, ang mga pawis ay nanlalamig dahil sa patuloy na pagpipigil ng hininga. malapit nang manlambot ang mga tuhod ko nang biglang sumagi sa isip ko ang huling habilin ng ale na pinagbilhan ko ng posporo sa kalye, sabi niya, “marapatin mong mamili sa tatlo, dalawa o isa. piliin mo ang paniguradong bubuo sa diwang matagal mo nang hinihintay at tuldukan mo ang parirala.” bago pa ako tuluyang mawala sa ulirat ay naalala kong tinapik pa niya ako ng dalawang beses sa balikat at binanggit ang bilang na mga salita ngunit sapat para tuluyan na akong makawala mula sa nakakasulasok na yakap ng naglalagablab na usok ng apoy na aking sinimulan. “huwag mong ipunin ang mga salitang katumbas ay sintensya.”

ephemeraev// sintensiyang parirala.

[upismediacenter]

LITERARY: Sa Susunod Na

[istariray23]

"Each sunset is a gentle reminder that the day’s end holds its own kind of magic."

"In the fading light of day, the sunset paints a masterpiece that only the evening can unveil."

"As the sun dips below the horizon, it whispers promises of new beginnings in the twilight."

#takip silim #agaw dilim at liwanag #sunset #setting sun

[polymath11]

sa susunod na muling magpakita ang mga tala sa kadiliman ng gabi. sa pagtila ng ulan, sa takipsilim, ika’y hindi na magiging lihim.

[caire4l]

10 uncommonly used filipino words

Kinaadman - Knowledge

Tinatangi - special someone

Dayang - endearment for your girlfriend which means "Darling"

Ulayaw - intimate friend

Alpas - To break lose; to be set free

Bukang liwayway - Daybreak

Marahuyo - enchanting beauty

Tala - Star

Takipsilim - Twilight

alapaap - clouds

Using them in an sentence

Mayroon akong Kinaadman ukol diyan.

Tinatangi kita.

Dayang, mahal kita!

Si Angel Denise ay ang aking Ulayaw.

Gusto niyang maging alpas mula sa pagkakabilanggo.

Ang magaaral ay kailangang pumasok bago mag bukang liwayway.

Tunay ngang nakakamarahuyo ang kanyang ganda.

Kay ganda pag masdan ng mga tala.

Magkita tayo sa Takipsilim.

Gusto kong lumipat patungo sa alapaap.