Dynamics In Philippine Mythology

For historical fic writers

This chair is called a GALLINERA

It was a furniture often seen on the porch, gate, or balconaje of the rich. Farmers and servants sit on this chair to wait for the their Masters when they're giving payments for using the farmland. The payments are usually chickens. The space with the sliding door underneath is where they keep the chickens. The chair is made from heavy wood and is adorned in inticate design. It is a status symbol, and the prettier your Gallinera is, the richer and kinder you are (Imagine buying expensive chair for the peasants).

Ideas to use the Gallinera:

1. Rich neigbors with rivalry - compete by beautifying the Gallinera.

2. A Señorito who said he's living on his own - lives under the Gallinera instead and he's never found out.

3. A Señorita lying down under the Gallinera to practice being dead inside a casket.

4. Poetic cinema - showing the status of the family by the cobwebs accumulating around the Gallinera.

Character Mannerisms/Behaviors: Bonus Questions

I accidentally made more questions than necessary, so here are some bonus questions!

1. What mannerisms does your character have when they’re nervous?

2. How does your character smile? Are their smiles usually genuine?

3. Are there any mannerisms or “code words” your character must use for their job? If so, what are they, and what do they mean?

4. Does your character generally have “open” or “closed” body language? Is this reflective of their personality?

5. Does your character commonly carry something around, such as a magazine or a cigarette? How do they interact with the thing they carry?

6. How do your character’s mannerisms reflect their personality, past, or desires? (For example, a character could always hover near the door because they’re noncommittal, or because they’ve had to run away from bad situations in their past.)

7. If there is magic in your character’s world, what words or mannerisms must be used to “activate” it?

8. How often does your character touch other people? If often, can they be overly touchy, or are they careful not to make others uncomfortable?

Sidapa headcanons

PIGILAN NINYO AKO sorry fam

(my take on Sidapa, the god of Death who resides on Mt. Madia-as)

Any living thing (sans those of the realm of the divine (e.g. gods, spirits, creatures of magic) and certain plants bc there are spirits living in them) withers when they touch him.

It’s why he’s so cautious and jittery all the time especially when surrounded by that much life.

The mountain’s inhabitants, the ones who know him for his true nature are super kind to him.

They talk to him. They keep a good distance from him (normally a foot away, close enough to be intimate but far enough to be safe) so he can be comfortable. The only ones capable of touching him are the spirits, but even then, it is a rule that he has to be the one to touch them first. They can’t touch him out of no where or else.

The animals love him. They just do. He’s so sweet to them, even if he can’t touch them.

Awww, you hungry? Alright, lemme ask some of the diwatas to give you some fruits.

The crocodiles are so restless today, I wonder– Oh! There’s a dead tree in the way of the river I’m so sorry, ok let me move it aside for you.

You’re about to give birth! How wonderful! … D-Do you m-mind if I’m there? When it happens? Or after? I’d love to meet your new born– Really? Oh, thank you.

Dork.

He’s big and broody and broad shouldered but he tries so hard not to touch anything look at this small precious child.

He sleeps all curled up too, wrapped in his own arms because he’s too afraid that at night he might reach out to something and make it wither accidentally.

For a god of Death he revels way too much in life. He’s so amazed by everything. By flowers and by silver fishes in the stream. By the trees and the sweet smell of fruits in the summer. By the ground and the little insects crawling on it.

He adores everything, but he can never be part of anything. Poor baby child.

Sometimes, children come into the mountain and get lost.

He always makes sure that they find their way home. And if he knows the child came into the mountain bc they were running away from something, he looks for a better home for them.

Just think of a little tribe maybe sa foot of the mountain just going “Quit dumping kids on us!”

… one time, somebody abandoned their baby up there.

When he found out Sidapa lay beside it, a foot away, out of reach, with his hands clenched into light fists held against his chest.

The child didn’t know Sidapa. But it did giggle a lot when Sidapa spoke gently to it, trying to give it some moments of happiness before the inevitable.

When it did die he cried. Gave the poor thing a proper burial.

He was inconsolable for days after that.

The spirits baby him. They always want him to smile. When he’s feeling down, they make flowers bloom and the animals will follow their lead, prancing about and showing him the things they find most beautiful.

Sometimes, they even give him portions of their fruits, or maybe shiny things they find around the forest floor.

He always eats the fruits. And the gifts? He either fashions into jewelry or he keeps in a special place.

When he fell in love with the moons he was really shy in asking the spirits and the mermaids to help “woo” them.

They teased him about it, but they couldn’t keep it up for too long because teasing Sidapa is cruel and uncalled for.

So they helped him woo them.

Except really, it wasn’t wooing. He just wanted the moons to be happy. Because the flowers and the siren songs made him happy so he wanted the moons to see them and be happy too.

… When Bulan came down after the whole fiasco with Bakunawa Sidapa was both giddy and nervous.

Bulan didn’t know about the one foot away rule. Plus, he’s kinda touchy, seeing as he had siblings who loved to hug so the first time he touched Sidapa–

which he did because he caught Sidapa smiling at a spirit busy blooming the flowers around him and he didn’t notice Bulan creeping lightly behind him until the boy moon touched his shoulder

– Sidapa jumped and began to shake, curling into himself. Oh, did the spirits have a field day after that.

It took awhile. Lol, some of them took Bulan aside and scolded him explained, the others tried to calm Sidapa down with Siren songs and the sweet scents of all the flowers and fruits on the mountain.

He calmed down eventually.

That night though, he slept alone, curled up into himself again, replaying in his mind again and again the moment when Bulan touched his shoulder.

Dork.

They figure out the touching thing eventually. Of course they do. 

Sidapa is nothing but accommodating (you have to be, especially when human souls have questions they want answered or last requests they want fulfilled). He understands that Bulan likes to touch. That Sidapa lived in a world that was filled with love but devoid of touch. That Bulan came from a place rich with warmth and comfort.

Bulan taught him, (with his permission of course and very gently), how to receive touch. How to react to it.

Sidapa taught Bulan to see the beauty around him, how sometimes, sitting back and allowing yourself to overwhelmed by how happy everything makes you feel is the best thing about living.

Gen: Oh, is your "brain" acting "illogically"? It’s a hunk of meat with electricity in it, what did you expect?

Senku: Sometimes it scares me that you’re a psychologist.

Ok so a lil something different than Pokemons. I wanted to draw Philippine Deities in a somewhat surrealistic eldritch forms. Here are 5 of the most well know gods in Philippine mythology. Planning to do more as well.

supreme forces of the universe.

THE BAKUNAWA

It holds the universe in its coils of void. Time rides on its back, flowing outwards in a spiral. It wishes to devour the moon and plunge the world into eternal night.

A primordial force of chaos and disorder, the Bakunawa has the power to dissolve anything. It makes itself felt in the physical world through anything that spirals - tornadoes, whirlpools, snakes biting their own tails.

IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER

The parched earth cracks. Sweltering air rises in ripples. The droning cicadas announce his arrival. It is almost high noon.

He is the Heat Haze Boy.

The Heat Haze Boy represents all that is hot, bright, and restless. One of the twin forces acting on the universe, those under his sway are passionate, ambitious individuals, though with a tendency to be belligerent and hyperactive.

A STORM SIGNAL, RAISED

A cold wind blows from the southwest. In the distance, rolling thunder like a drumbeat. The chattering geckoes whisper her name. Rain is coming.

She is the Monsoon Girl.

The Monsoon Girl represents all that is cold, dark and flowing. She is the counterpart of the Heat Haze Boy. Those under her sway are dedicated, patient individuals, though with a tendency to be depressive and sentimental.

Like twin siblings fighting over a toy, the two constantly wrestle for control of the universe. All of creation is caught between their tug-of-war. However, when not in conflict, the two are known to collaborate - the world and all its creatures was born from the combining of their powers.

Forgot to put this up here oops.

Anyway, a manananggal for mythsona! 

writing should be fun.

make oc playlists. spend hours on moodboards that have no purpose. write self-indulgent fluff that’s never going to be published. scribble three lines of poetry in the back of your history notebook. draw fanart of your own characters. write stupid dialogue that your publishers might hate. start new wips that you might never finish but write those three chapters that make you happy because if you don’t write them, who else will?

writing shouldn’t always be about “will publishers like this” or “i have to reach this word count” or “how do i get the most likes”.

have fun with your writing.

their love quarrel is in a different kind of level

12. [orv] joongdok

‘laser tag’

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“Yoo Joonghyuk,” says Dokja, warily, “why did you bring me here?" 

"Tactical retreat,” Joonghyuk replies. He’s doing that thing that’s in all the substanceless fluff romance novels, with his arm on the wall next to Dokja’s head and caging him in– not that Dokja reads those sorts of novels, of course, it’s obviously just osmosis– and his distressingly good-looking face is equally distressingly close to Dokja’s. This is not at all how Dokja had planned this day to go.

“We’re on opposite teams,” Dokja points out. Then they both pause while the outraged yell of probably-Kim-Namwoon echoes faintly from the other side of the field. “And I’m pretty sure that was your teammate. Whom you abandoned.”

“I have something more important to do.” Joonghyuk leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth before Dokja can formulate a response. “So? Planning to shoot me?”

The expression on Dokja’s face is probably not very attractive right now, stunned as he is. “I guess not,” he says, faintly.

Joonghyuk kisses him on the lips this time, tilting his head for an angle that lets him slide his tongue deep into Dokja’s mouth. Dokja can’t do much else other than wrap his hands around Joonghyuk’s unnecessarily thick biceps and kiss back, messy and eager.

When Joonghyuk finally leans back, they’re both flushed, hips pressed against each other still. “Are we still playing?” Dokja asks. Joonghyuk runs a hand down his side and he shivers.

“We are,” Joonghyuk informs him, and unceremoniously shoots him right in the chest.

Watching Yoo Joonghyuk saunter arrogantly away as his vest lights up and the stun sound plays in his ears, Dokja discovers, to his lasting shame, that he’s entirely capable of getting turned on by sheer bloody annoyance.