#amanikable

[re-mortal]

All was quiet in the dead lands of Kaluwalhatian as the old gods shifted from ancient slumber, rising to dust off their skin of dry earth and grass, and shake off stubborn dirt from cloth, feather, bone and metal. The sky above the sky rumbled with the clanging of armor and impending death knells as on high prepared for a massacre, yet no weapon whispered with malice in their hands as they marched wearily to the primordial creator at the edge of what was once his royal paradise.

Bathala sat on a crumbling cliff overlooking a vast rice field with all the crops bowed to howling winds from armies of unseen wings. His clay-caked hands softly stroked a tigmamanukin perched on his knee as he wondered how it had all come to this.

"It seems the old foreigner wants to try anew again," Amanikable remarked, tapping the blunt of his hunting spear on the ground, his voice dry from centuries of unuse, "What do we do?"

Bathala took a deep breath in, stirring the winds of Kaluwalhatian, and blew out, life blooming into the plants and animals of his court one more time. "What do we do?" he echoed pensively in his unknowable voice, "We are not war gods, nor do we have any army to put before the forces coming down to meet them, and most of the anitos that fight are gone. So what do we do…"

Bathala sighed and let the tigmamanukin fly to a nearby branch as he stood and dusted his clothes. When he turned to address the other gods, his was not a hopeful smile. "If we do not fight," he began, his hands working the last pieces of pliable clay on his palms, "the descendants of our people will die, and we will watch and die with them."

There was already no hope in their eyes, not even in the twinkling stars of Tala's, but his words made it all too real. Men looked away and glared in frustration, women closed their eyes and sighed in resignation, and no one offered opposition. They knew it already. This was the end.

Bathala cupped his hands together and breathed a plume of fire. "Or we fight," he continued, opening his hands to reveal in his palm a brand new human, "and though we may die, we would have died knowing we gave them even the smallest chance to continue living." In the blink of an eye, the new human disappeared and the tigmamanukin flew down into the earth with a small cry.

In the continuing silence, Bathala watched as one-by-one they took to weapons with heavy hearts and wet eyes, mourning that he should ask any of them to take up arms. "So this is the last stand of an old pantheon," he thought as he called for a spear of earth, water, air and fire. It felt out of place in his still clay-caked hands. "Death either way."

He hoped that other ancient pantheons of the lands now called the Philippines had thought to do as they did. At least then they would die together with familiar faces.

As the sky above the sky opened and the first call of God's second apocalypse blew from a golden horn, Bathala wept when it was answered by hundreds of ringing war gongs and the roars of immortal beasts.

The Christian god decides to send an army of angels to purge the earth so humanity can start clean but the pagan gods come to the aid of humans

[ano-po]

Amanikable, Haik, & Amansinaya: The story of the ocean responsibilities

I'm sure you're confused of the sources saying Amanikable is the god of hunters, but others say he's the god of the sea. They're right and wrong at the same time. Some sources also say Haik is the god of Visayan sea, or just the whole Sea sea.

First, Amansinaya is the original God of the Sea, as in the whole representation of the ocean, since he's a first generation god. Amanikable is also a First generation god, but his major responsibility is being the God of Hunting. Haik is a sea god, as in not so major, but he represents one element of the ocean: Peace, tranquility, calmness. The ocean has a lot of elements. Do not get confused of who to call the 'God of Sea'.

So here is where the story starts. When the Earth gained some humans, Amansinaya took the mantle of being responsible for fisheries and aquatic resources. So he became the God of Fishermen as well. And then, for some reasons I cannot find, he began going deeper the ocean and left his responsibility to Amanikable, since he thinks being a fisherman is almost the same as being a hunter. The thing is, Amansinaya HAS BIGGER RESPONSIBILTY than fishing! It's not clear why he went down, maybe because of seclusion or to finally broaden his horizon (maybe he created those deep sea creatures. Remember, Marianas Trench is in Philippine continental plate.) He just left the surface waters, just like that.

Enter the Hunting God who don't know shit about the waters. Upon taking the mantle of ocean responsibility, he took only a few elements of it: Fishing (ofc), Sea storm, violence of oceans and the darkness of it. Some even say he's the Balaraw - the death god of the seafarers. Everything opposite to Haik.

Because of this, they formed a Cordial Relationship. It was unclear if Haik and Amanikable got married, but from my source it was called 'Cordial'. From then on, people keep mistaking either or both of them as God of Sea (like, you know, the sea is now their conjugal property). Nonetheless, Amansinaya was still more popular as God of Fishermen. Now the guy is in deep sea doing weird stuff. Idk what's with him nowadays.

Thank you for coming to my Filmit lessons.

[polockski]

Amanikable

ill-tempered god of the sea and hunters

Emblems: hunting weapons such as arrows and spears

[themidnightsiren]

Etiam Alter Locus | Lorraine Lee and Casper Kim 

@amanikables ( Casper  Kim Chaewon ) 

                                                    She was his heaven.                                                         He was her hell. 

                                          What does that makes us, then? 

                                No heaven, no hell. Because you are my world.

                                           ( And it’ll always lead back to you. )

[no53472]

Marahuyo (A Filipino Wizarding School)

(More below the cut!)

Marahuyo means ‘to be enchanted’ (It’s old Filipino, so I think it mainly refers to ‘affinity’ more than ‘magic’, but I like it.)

Originally called Santuwaryo ni Bathala (animism shrine to the main deity--Bathala’s basically the ancient Filipino Zeus)

Animism and mysticism was around since before the colonial age; originally for training ancient local mystics and faith healers

Classrooms located in different provinces and islands are connected by dimensional corridors and portals

Portals through old churches, trees, caves, and sometimes Spanish forts can only be accessed by magic users

They just look like cordoned-off ruins to non-magic folk

3 main entrances to school: Fort Santiago gate in Luzon, Talisay Ruins in Visayas, Old Guiob Church in Mindanao

Some classes: albularyo (potions), kulam (dark arts), panghuhula (divination) (as reflected in a post I saw on Reddit--props to op!)

Herbology-counterpart class in the oldest living tree

Defense classes in an underwater river cave

Curse-breaking electives underneath Tinuy-an Falls

Necromancy electives in a crypt deep below the 400-year-old non-magic university hospital

Mount Banahaw as the campus quad and gathering hall or auditorium

Houses: Amanikable (god of hunters), Idiyanale (goddess of good deeds), Dimangan (god of the sky), Ikapati (goddess of agriculture), Mapulon (god of medicine), Mayari (goddess of war)--don't ask me how the students are sorted; I haven't thought of it that thoroughly ;; (...maybe it’s by skill and not by personality;;)

Accepts all species (for students and faculty)Headmistress is the infamous diwata, locally known as the "White Lady" (students only think they see her--but she sees them all the time); alleged humanoid name: Maria Makiling

Current faculty head is a cigar-chainsmoking Kapre (it's an addiction more than anything and he'll never admit it)

Defense and any physically-grueling type of class by a tikbalang professor (half-horse, half-man--like a demonic reverse centaur)

Black demon dogs guard the campus entrances

Water-based sport tournaments (like water Quidditch but with 4 teams in a match simultaneously) usually held in Coron's Twin Lagoons, Kayangan Lake, or Manila Bay (especially at dusk)

Food prepared by fickle, temperamental duwende (mischievous elves basically; get out of their way or they'll hex you with incurable diseases just for touching their tree or just for fun)

Students aren’t required to stay in dorms; campus is easily accessible by gate (but muggle traffic in the cities can be a b*tch so,,,,,,)

Uniforms? Tf are those?? Red and black woven shaman cloaks are only obligatory for senior classes taken in the Ifugao region

Many thanks to @hannahsecretchamber​​ for the inspiration for this challenge (and for their wizard school rant lmao) 🌟

[21st-century-entertainment]

Philippine Mythology: Generation of Ancient Tagalog Deities

written by Omar, Laarni Joy 03/18/2022

Artwork credits to Lahi.ph

While browsing on the internet, I came across digital artwork by Lahi.ph, and it was very interesting because I had no idea that there were many gods and goddesses in the Philippines, my own country. I realized that I only knew about Greek mythology, so it made me search for Philippine mythology. And I discovered that there are many ethnic groups in the Philippines, and they all have different mythological deities and stories. Although some ethnic deities have similar names or connections, they are nevertheless different. Each ethnic group has its own set of gods and goddesses.

And now I'm reading and researching Tagalog's gods and goddesses, and I've discovered that they have a generation hierarchy. All the Tagalog gods and goddesses have interesting stories and are fun to read, so here are some ancient Tagalog gods and goddesses that you can start searching for based on their generation.

First Generation

The first generations of gods were all residents of Kaluwalhatian. But, for you to know, Bathala was not the only deity who existed in the world prior to the creation of humans. He shared the place with two other great gods: the cloud-dwelling snake Ulilang Kaluluwa ("orphaned spirit") and the wandering god Galang Kaluluwa.

· Bathala, also known as Batala, Bathalang Maykapal, or Lumikha, is believed to be the creator of man; the grand conserver of the universe—the caretaker of nature and the creatures of the earth.

· Amanikable, or Amanikable, was originally worshipped as the god of hunters. In Tagalog mythology, he was described as the husky, ill-tempered master of the sea. After his love was rejected by Manganda, a lovely mortal maiden, Amanikable was believed to have never married. The rejection was the reason why he swore vengeance on all mortal creatures.

· Idiyanale is the goddess of labor and good deeds. She is also known as the Goddess of Harvest. Native Americans used to call her "guidance" to help them succeed in their work. Idiyanale married the deity of good harvest, Dumangan, and they had two children (the God Dumakulem and the Goddess Anitun Tabun).

· Lakapati The goddess of cultivated land is a hermaphrodite goddess of fertility and agriculture, and the one who brought humanity agriculture. Lakapati is also known as Ikapati or Lakanpati. Mapulon, the deity of the seasons, was said to have married Lakapati.

· Mapulon The god of seasons, considered one of the most beautiful deities and the husband of Lakapati, the Tagalogs' second kindest deity after Lakapati. He provided humans with good seasons and health, and if a person becomes ill, therapeutic plants sprout as a result of his ability to control the seasons, providing humankind with a means of self-healing.

Most of the Second generation of Tagalog’s Gods and goddesses are children from the First generation. While in the third generation are the children of second generation gods and goddesses.

Second Generation

· Mayari, Tala, and Hanan are Bathala's three daughters by a mortal lady. Mayari, also known as Bulan, is the Moon Goddess, Goddess of Combat, War, Revolution, Hunting, Weaponry, Beauty, and Strength. Tala, the goddess of the morning and evening stars, uses her light spheres to keep ferrymen safe at night. Hananis the goddess of the dawn.

· Dumakulem is the son of Idiyanale and Dimangan and is known as the powerful and agile mountain guardian. Anitun Tabu was his sister. Later on, he married Anagolay.

· Anitun Tabu The fickle-minded goddess of wind and rain. When it softly rains (ambon), the happy Anitun Tabu is believed to be nearby. If there is a storm, the angry Anitun Tabu is near.

· Anagolay The only child of Ikapati and Mapulon, Dumakulem's wife, she is the goddess of lost things. When something or someone was lost. Anagolay's aura is said to be present in the very fabric of everything, which is why she can locate lost objects and people. She possessed both of her parents' characteristics of justice and fairness. As a result, she has never exploited her position to take advantage of others.

Third Generation

· Apolaki the Tagalog and Pangasinan God. He is also said to be the contrary of Aring Sinukuan, the Kapampangan ultimate god who is also a God of the Sun and War. Apolaki was also the mandirigma, the patron of warriors and fighters. In some myths, he is identified as Bathala's son, along with his sisters, Mayari the Moon Goddess and Tala the Star Goddess.

· Diyan Masalanta is the goddess of love, childbirth, peace, and the guardian of lovers. She is the youngest of all the deities. Daughter of Dumakulem and Anagolay, sister of Apolaki. Her name means "destruction is there." Native Americans prayed to her to stop storms, deluges, and earthquakes.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

18, if not, 25

por que no los dos?

#18 is Till Death Do Us Part: American Ethnic Cemeteries as Borders Uncrossed edited by Allan Amanik and Kami Fletcher! it landed on my radar thanks to my favorite morbid youtube channel, Ask a Mortician!

#25 is the very simply titled Fat by Hanne Blank. Blank's nonfiction writing on sexuality in her previous books Virgin and Straight have been transformative for me, and I'm really looking forward to reading her analysis of fatness in society (especially since she's also previously edited a collection of all-fat erotica, what a resume).

[palaalamat]

Image Source: https://www.deviantart.com/trixdraws/art/Amanikable-The-God-of-the-Sea-298811471 Amanikable As part of the first-generation dieties, Amanikable is the Tagalog diety of the sea. He is a husky, ill-tempered ruler of the sea who was said to have never married after his love was spurned by a beautiful mortal maiden, Maganda. In his frustration, Amanikable swore vengeance against all mortal beings. That is the reason why, the old folk say, he sends turbulent waves and horrible tempests every now and then to wreck boats and drown men. (Outline of Philippine Mythology, pg 9 - Dr. F. Landa Jocano)

[pleicdes]

Tender Encounters | Daehyun & Eun

@amanikables

[ ⌘ ] It is with the pair of feet that brings her to places – initially unknown to the blank slate that was her, yet a good two years in the same land has made these places familiar, slowly but surely learning the ways which she doesn’t know before. From one mail box to another, it has spread out to others, cities after cities and even without cause, she’ll be there. For what reasons? Eun doesn’t even consider herself a wanderer. ( a ‘wonderer’, maybe ) but the lack of permanence drives her to shift to different places. It is the lack of reason to stay. Or perhaps, the lack of knowledge of these reasons.

Her feet guide her in its quest for reasons, talking to people, finding people of her kind, or just anything that could give an enlightenment to the lost soul that is her. Few experiences with her previous acquaintances do not suffice though – they don’t bring clarity to the hazed and white mind and the parcels of information are like puzzle pieces that don’t fit. You have to find this, you have to find that. You have to do this. You have to do that. Find what? Do what? Each has their own, Bom once said to her, which Eun understood. What she doesn’t understand is why she cannot remember a thing. Unlike the others. Unlike Bom. And unlike Bom, Eun stays too long on this vacuum of purposelessness. While Bom has passed. Like flowers on spring.

Eun stays, lingers, wanders, not that she wants to but it is the only thing she could in order to find meaning than sending letters to that place. Her mind wanders too, as thoughts attempts to make its own form. Things, people, places, events and experiences that doesn’t makes sense but might makes sense to her. And as futile as her previous attempts are, Eun grows tired from all the thinking. Her head aches, or so she’d like to think when people of this world are in stress. And sauntering in the fresh twilight breeze may be a good help.

And it does; walking around in the district boasting its youth and vigor. Chatters from groups of students who passes by her, giggles from a couple on a date, discourses of young adults on their way for a weekend drink, all of these brings a smile to rise to her face, momentarily dismissing her thoughts to drown in the jollity of the whole area. Hongdae is the place to go! Eun remembers Bom saying and that was actually the last conversation they had when they parted ways. It took her a few months to follow her advice but here she is now, enjoying the sight and most especially the sounds – of people, of the noise of the busy streets, of the music casually playing.

There is, however, a sound that catches her attention. It is probably because of how honey drips in the voice that sings, or that it strikes a chord somewhere within, she doesn’t know. But it compels her to trail wherever it is coming from, heels swiveling to draw the location from hypersensitive ears. One step, two step, three step. Baby steps. Slow and wary. Until it leads her to one corner, a crowd gathering around. Maybe it is the excitement but there comes a sudden twitch inside her – pain - that builds slowly as she nears the voice. And with the distance that gets eaten by her small steps is the pain intensifying, her hands reflexively clutching to her chest. This is the first time, a new kind of pain that sears from the inside, and Eun thinks it will easily subside. Much like anything else in this world.

This will not last long. A self-persuasion rather than a fact.

She allows the voice to try to lull her, to soothe her heart like the way it soothes her ears.

[jacksgreysays]

Blood Moon (to the victor go the spoils remix), 2/? (2020-04-26)

Subang was the first.

After my defeat, Apolaki was shrewd. He didn’t kill me—not with the other diwata watching, waiting to see what kind of Ruler of the Sky he would be, not when my sisters had maneuvered around him for my sake—but he did punish me all the same. Banished to the realm of humans, to live and live and live among them in the world that our father had Created.

That alone would not have been a punishment: my mother was human, I was born in their realm, lived the first fraction of my life as human before Bathala had raised my sisters and I to the Sky, ascended to diwata status. No, that alone would not have been punishment.

It was being alone that was my punishment. While I had been banished from the Sky, my sisters were detained there. Ostensibly to be Apolaki’s attendants—Hanan the Morning Dawn and Tala the Starlit Dusk, bookends to the Shining Sun himself—but we knew the truth. They were prisoners. Hostages. Both of them held close even as I was sent away, reduced to Apolaki’s servant in the realm of humans.

Sometimes, in the centuries that followed, I wondered if perhaps it was more than just punishment; if, somehow, he had foreseen the need of a diwata to walk the world, a divine warrior who could navigate the realm of humans. Because, not too long into Apolaki’s reign as Ruler of the Sky, a new threat appeared:

Bakunawa, Serpent of the Sea.

Arrogantly, foolishly, desperately, I thought I could defeat Bakunawa alone, prove myself to the other diwata, and earn my place back in the Sky. After all, I was Mayari, the Radiant Moon, one of Bathala the Almighty Creator’s chosen heirs. Despite my humble origins, I was one of the most powerful diwata, second only to the new Ruler of the Sky and yet...

… I blamed my lost eye and the corporeal form into which I been detained, my prowess diminished even as I still recovered from the battle for the Scepter. I blamed Apolaki for being too cowardly to fight alongside me and protect the Sky as a real Ruler would. Scheming to send me to my death without dirtying his own hands and tarnishing his reign. I blamed the humans for being too weak to defend themselves; I blamed Bakunawa for preying on, despicable. Briefly, I even blamed my sisters for not letting me die with honor, for abandoning me to a fleeting, pitiful existence that would end in a far more pathetic defeat. I blamed everyone but myself.

Subang was the first.

That night was a full moon. That night the light of my purview was supposed to illuminate the Sky, as close to home as I could get. That night was meant to empower me and guide the humans even as I walked among them.

Instead, to my horror, the moon began to darken under the shadow of the Serpent as it rose from Sea to Sky, teeth glistening and ready to rend and consume. Instead, the moon turned red, an ill omen of the blood that would be shed that night.

I was arrogant and foolish and desperate and so I fell once more, defeated. This time, there were no tears. Instead there was anguish: I could not resign myself to an honorable death, not when my failure would mean the world’s end.

Bakunawa was poised to strike—fins and scales gleaming red under my eclipsed moon, almost gleeful in its bloodlust—when the sound of gongs, bold bronze, reverberated through the air.

Subang was the first. Clever and brave Subang leapt forward with her gong, distracting the Serpent and giving me the opportunity to regain my strength and retaliate. Clever and brave Subang whose music underscored the battle, turning combat into dance, defeat into victory… 

... But it was not a victory without sacrifice.

Subang was the first. I remember. I remember the gong and mallet fallen to the ground. I remember Subang’s eyes blank and glassy, face smudged with dirt and blood. I remember as Bakunawa’s teeth dug into her, dragging her down into the Sea. I remember the moon returning to its normal luminescence. I remember Apolaki appearing, Scepter of the Sky in hand, while I once again was on my knees, staunching bloody wounds, not crying but filled, once more, with grief.

“Well done, sister,” Apolaki said, too late to be useful, too late to be anything but deliberate. Behind him stood his attendants and that sight was what nearly brought me to tears: Hanan’s eyes void of any emotion, Tala silent, subservient.

I didn’t ask what was wrong. I didn’t think to ask what was wrong, as battered and drained as I was. I could only breathe and bleed and live and live and live.

“Our first victory against the Sea Serpent,” Apolaki said, and the proud, wrathful, inhuman part of me briefly flared up in indignation before it drowned in exhaustion and grief, “Though, no doubt, this battle is but the start of a continuous conflict.”

Later, I would wonder if this was yet again another bout of foresight or if it was perhaps something more insidious.

Hanan and Tala, still void of emotions, still silent and subservient, bent down for Subang’s gong and mallet. There were no comforting hands, warm or cool, no concerned attention or protective words; they returned to their places behind Apolaki and had nothing for me.

“You know your duty, Mayari,” Apolaki decreed, tone heavy with all the authority of the Ruler of the Sky, before leaving with his attendants in tow. I nearly crumpled with the weight of it. I would not be returning home any time soon, not chained to this impossible duty as I was.

Subang was the first... 

... She would not be the last.

---

There was the Sky and the Sea and the world in between, the realm of humans. Though perhaps that was a misnomer, for humans were not the only ones who lived among them—and that was not just counting myself.

While the other diwata lived in the Sky, their domains and purviews encompassed the three realms: such as Anitun Tabu, the Rain Bringer, who controlled the weather in the Sky and her brother Dumakulem, the Mountain Guardian, who protected humans on the land. Even the Sea, treacherous though it was, had Amanikable, the Hunter Lord, who watched over the fishermen as they toiled upon the unpredictable Sea.

There were others, of course, and I knew them by name, by face, by domain and purview—for I had been an heir to Bathala, and might have been their new Ruler of the Sky—but there was more than just diwata and humans in the world.

Anito were as numerous as they were varied, and mysterious in addition to that, for their origins couldn’t be attributed to Bathala, even though they inhabited the world he Created. They appeared seemingly randomly and in practically anything—animals, plants, places, objects, natural phenomena, and intangible concepts—even humans. The human anito, uncommon as they were, generally only appeared after death as ninunò, ancestor spirits who guided their descendants through times of hardship.

However, sometimes, there could be an even more exceptional form of human anito, so rare that they had no name; humans who, in life, could even measure up to the power of diwata…

… Like warding off the Serpent of the Sea with nothing more than the sound of gongs.

~

A/N: I’m going to do this! I believe in myself! Also I have finally stated Mayari’s name! And I am still as bad at dialogue as ever! I’m a little meeeeh about her title as “Radiant Moon” I wasn’t sure if I should use a different adjective but it’s the one that best fits for now, I guess?

I am mixing the different regional myths. Because sometimes Mayari is but one of many moon goddesses (and also, sometimes a guy) and technically Mayari isn’t the moon god(dess) who is related to the Bakunawa myth, but that’s the premise from the original Blood Moon, so I’m filling in the blanks with other moon-related Filipino myths. ~RESEARCH~

[tao-tayo]

征服 /Zhēngfú

the once peaceful waters of Amanikable is in grave peril

Ever since the malevolent Yellow Dragon started ravaging his precious sea.

 All of those countless, eons-old treasures and riches stored in his deep

Are being devoured by the monster and the brazen fleet under his red banner.

 The continuous hostilities keeps the poor fisherfolk of Maharlika ashore,

While Columbia is trying her best to shield Amanikable’s turf as she maintains peace and order.

 The only way to destroy this vile behemoth from the Red North and keep the waters safe

Is the resolute solidarity among the Malayan tribes and the freedom-loving kingdoms across the continents.

-  Baijin (白金)

[norcalbruja]

2am potential magic

So it’s late and I’m worried about the Amazon burning and mad as hell that their government is so corrupt.

And today I was filled with rage about how Jair Bolsonaro did the dumbest and most super-villain type of thing by claiming “people started the fires to make me look bad. THOSE DUMB INDIGENOUS ENVIRONMENTALISTS, GUYS.”

We just need a nice, long Lion-King type of fire-ending rain, and then for someone to shut Jair Bolsonaro up.

I only know of two Tagalog gods who deal with rain. One is the goddess Anitu Tabu who I honestly haven’t talked to much, if at all, and the other is my severely misinformed but really awesome version of the god Amanikable.

He was a hunting god that later (according to scholars a couple generations back) became the god of typhoons, sea-storms, and the monsoons after getting rejected by the first woman Ba-e, because she was married to the first man, Laki. He swore to never touch the land again, and he’s basically that one cousin who’s always fighting about shit, but when he calms down (you know, during the dry season) he’s pretty cool and actually helps you out.

It’s interesting that he doesn’t see the newer version as WRONG, because apparently for me, he is the most Filipino dude ever that loves drama. When I asked him about the records, he went “BAHAHA MISTAKES. IT’S ONLY A MISTAKE IF I DON’T LIKE IT. WHO THE FUCK DOESN’T LIKE CHISMIS AND CONTROLLING THE GODDAMN SEASONS???”

But Amanikable also gets me a lot, because we both are filled with constant rage-stemming-from-pain.

And I’ve just been internally screaming with rage-pain for the past few days, because I like having enough oxygen and I’m definitely NOT for the Amazon rainforest turning to ash which turns the world into Mad Max, and I’m like “hey guys if someone could dump a shitton of water on the Amazon, that would be great.”

Amanikable was like, “What’s up, little Ate? You feel like you’re gonna do some magic.”

And I just feel a great pain/sadness, because I don’t want a spell that works to be fueled by rage.

So he just went “yeah, Ate, magic isn’t all logic or niceness. You want the monsoons to come early, or a storm to blow in off the coast? Weather is a simple creature, and they only know WANT or NOT WANT. You can’t overthink it with ‘this place is on fire for unjust reasons and we need to save the world,’ they’ll just get confused. WANT RAIN THERE. BIG RAIN. NO MORE FIRE. That’s what the monsoons can handle.”

It’s 2:43am and the fact that weather is alive??? Something my decolonizing ass didn’t know before. Like, I’m animistic and I thought I believed everything was alive, but I didn’t realize there are LEVELS to animism, like the fucking rain and the seasons are alive and the gods had to tell me so because humans are on a different level from nature and the gods seem to be in the middle, and This Shit Terrifies Me (TM). I have no clue if I can sleep in a timely manner, but at least I don’t work tomorrow.

So yeah: RAIN, MOTHERFUCKERS. TO THE AMAZON.

I don’t even know if this will work for tumblr magic but hey, reblog and like this all you want as long as you don’t repost it (or gentrify my Pinoy experiences into some fluffy-bunny shit, like ‘lol the rain is alive and we can call on it!’).

RAIN, MOTHERFUCKERS. TO THE AMAZON.

[ano-po]

Hi, I love your blog! Notice ko Lang na you also post Philippine mythology content. I’ve been wanting to write something that includes PM, but I don’t know where to start researching about it (ghosts, gods, creatures, urban legends, etc.) or have some good references. Do you have any suggestions where I can find some kind of guide, even just tidbits of information about them?

<<Hi. Bilis ko makasagot no.>>

Most of my sources came from our school library in DLSU Taft. I believe outsiders can now borrow thru online. And if DLSU have them, I'm pretty sure UP has too, and UP Los Baños is pretty much a public library. Idk with Diliman. Sorry I forgot all their Titles and authors. I was young and didn't know the importance of citations.

My knowledge of Bikolandia Myth came from my friend from Bikol who's pretty much living the precolonial life. I'm convinced she's a witch or a priestess.

My online knowledge came from Wikipedia. I know Wiki has a reputation, but remember that I've read legit sources before and I'm only looking online for refreshments, and I'm telling you, they're more legit than random pages I've seen. One marker of legit source is how they treat Amanikable and Lakanpati.

If they say Amanikabke is a 'Hunting god turned Sea god with a cordial relationship with a 'Tranquil Sea' god' then that's okay. Some sources would say he's a sea god, which is entitely wrong. If they say Lakanpati is either 'representation of two genders' or 'diety with no gender' then that's okay. Some sources would say they're just a woman because they married a man and had a child. That source is a bigot.

Another Marker: If they heavily edited the creation story about the fight of Bathala and Galang kaluluwa. If from this story, you won't come to a conclusion that Bathala is gay, then you're reading a wrong source.

In addition, I remember reading a FilMit book written by Jose Rizal. He was also a researcher and an enthusiast of Filmit. (but it was very short, not all dieties are covered). Andres Bonifacio addressed to Sidapa in some of his poems.

That's all, thank you very much.

[lezzybugo3o]

I did a lil doodle with one of my babies Kansi (her parents are Reimi and Amanik who belongs to my friend @bunnyb0b ) in a Santa hat ^w^

Whenever I draw her, I generally don't care where the splotches on her body and tail are but the little white heart shape on her crest (that the hat is covering at the moment) better be there lol

[hiraitz]

okay lil hc dump about my p5 verse bc it’s about time

his code name is ‘ ace ‘ ( shut up I know I’m not creative )

his persona is named amani ( short for amanikable, the filipino deity of hunters / the sea. also read up on him he’s p cool )

maxing his confidant turns his persona into aman sinaya

I don’t have a clear idea of what they look like but I do imagine them to be watery looking like brotherhood is

moved to japan from the philippines after the death of his father

jecht was a super famous volleyball player and while tidus didn’t want to end up like his father, look what happened

as such he becomes the ace in shujin’s volleyball team, and subsequently has to deal with fuckface kamoshida

he was travelling at the time tho so he missed that, but yeah

his confidant convos and his palace center around his feelings towards his father

for his palace think like futaba’s kinda deal, THO his palace is set on islands and has underwater portions n stuff

his confidant deals with his feelings and abuse he went through from his father, and learning how to move beyond it and how to forgive jecht ( but not forgive )

joins before futaba, and helps her with her feelings bc he knows where she’s coming from in a way

represents the strength persona

gets along good with everyone bc he’s tidus but he prob gets along best with ryuji

[revcruz]

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