#lunasona

[jtdrawsalot]

Redrew an old doodle I did of JuAndres when they were in the ASOIAF au

Supportive friends Tomas and Yano na sinundan ang JuAndres sa garden para lang mang-asar

"Just bros being bros"

or alternatively

"They seem to be very good friends."

- Original doodle I did:

[the-luna-sphere]

Question 12 for the angst queen

12. OC that you’ve killed

You might as well arrest me now. I am a serial killer of OCs.

I couldn’t give you a one specific OC tbh. I’ve killed several OCs for plot, particularly the family of the main character in true Writer Fashion™ Or just to make it that much better, they start off as dead.

But in regards to my main OCs— depending on the AU— some do get killed off and some don’t, some get revived, some fake their deaths. It’s all in the name of plot. It’s why they get a treat in the main universe, where almost everyone lives. Call it the “Everything Goes Mostly Right AU”.

[artisticmaniacwithapen]

a fellow kapampangan guy here, who let his two younger siblings and their pet chicken bring along with him as he joins the army because he had some difficulties being with their father.

protects and cares for his siblings and the chicken because they're the only family he have. GO KUYA ALFRE DO!!!!

p.s. he lets their pet chicken sit on his shoulder or lap or even take it for a walk

[remediesyouth-blog]

Lucia Isabel Razón y Tagle, 21  Cavite El Viejo Agosto 18, 1878 Manunulat, Potograpo, Pianista 

— B A C K G R O U N D

Anak ni Francisco Razón, kilalang negosyante, at ni Marcela Tagle, kapatid ni Fernando Tagle, na pinamumunuan ang isang baranggay sa Kawit, kilala si Marcela bilang magaling na pintor sa lalawigan ng Cavite. 

Mahilig kumuha ng litrato si Lucia. Mabigat man ang mga kagamitan para sa pagkuha, sinasamahan naman sya ng kanyang pinsan. Mahilig man kumuha, mas gusto ni Lucia na nagsusulat tuwing sya ay naka-pirmi lang sa bahay nya. Naging inspirasyon nya ang mga libro at ang mga nagsulat nito kaya sya ay nahasa sa pagsusulat. 

Naglakbay patungong Norte si Lucia upang makibalita sa nangyayaring gulo sa pagitan ng mga Amerikano at Pilipino. Gusto nyang patunayan na kaya rin ng isang babae na magsulat ng libro tungkol sa digmaan. Nang makarating si Lucia sa Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija, isang masamang balita ang sumalubong sa kanya mula sa mga taga-doon. 

Simula Nueva Ecija, inalam nya kung nasaan ang mga sundalo ni Luna. Doon napagtunton ang bali-balitang ipinapatay ng kanyang Tio Miong [Magkalapit ang Pamilya Tagle at Aguinaldo sa Cavite] si Luna at ang iba ay nasa kampo na ng isang Heneral Goyo Del Pilar. Ngunit sa kanyang paghabol sa mga ito, natunton nya ang isang organisasyong Guardia de Honor sa Tarlac. 

— T I M E L I N E

1859  — Nagkita si Francisco at si Marcela sa tahanan ng mga Tagle sa Kawit, Cavite. Nagkaroon ng negosasyon para sa iilang lupa sa Cavite sa pagitan ni Francisco at Fernando Tagle, kilala bilang Cabeza de Baranggay sa Kawit.

1860  — Pagkatapos lisanin ang Cavite at bumalik ng Nueva Ecija, nagsimulang sulatan ni Francisco si Marcela at dito nabuo ang kanilang relasyon sa isa’t isa.

1865  — Bumalik si Francisco sa Cavite upang makasama si Marcela.

1869  — Binawian ng buhay ang ama ni Marcela sa kanilang bahay ilang araw matapos ibigay ni Francisco ang singsing kay Marcela.

1872  — Pinakasalan ni Francisco si Marcela.

1875  — Ipinanganak ang panganay na anak ni Francisco at Marcela ngunit sa kasamaang palad, agad itong nabawian ng buhay.

1878  — Ipinanganak si Lucia Isabel sa Kawit, Cavite.

1889  — Natutong tumugtog ng piano si Lucia sa tulong ng kanyang ina.

1890  — Nagka-interes si Lucia sa pagsusulat at potograpiya. Dahil na rin sa librong kanyang binabasa at sa kanyang Tio Fernando, na bumili ng bagong kamera.

1896  — Ipinagdiwang ang kanyang ika-18th na kaarawan sa Nueva Ecija. Kasama ang buong angkan ng Tagle at Razón.

1899  — Naglakbay papuntang Norte upang makapagsulat tungkol sa digmaang nangyayare.           — Simula Agosto ng taon na ‘to, sumali si Lucia sa organisasyong Guardia de Honor.

[anak-ng-heneral-blog]

your soul will not betray

I haven’t written Rusciang in A LONG-ASS TIME but here! 

Fifty one-sentence fics (well, more than one sentence for many of them) for fifty prompts, nicked off and inspired by this Chrom x Avatar fic called honeysuckle memories.

Title is from Don’t Be Afraid by Lee DeWyze, the song I listen to whenever I used to imagine a Rusciang 1890s wedding. 

Finally, have a refresher in case you’ve forgotten my Lunasona, Leriang Sentido. That said, enjoy!

#1 - Ring

Camaraderie was born in their nightly circles around the cookfire after dinner, until they couldn’t tell where one comrade ended and another began.

#2 - Hero

There was nothing grand, or sweeping, or romantic about the entirety of what they went through. What stood out was every small, ordinary, unpleasant moment they endured just for the right to live another day.

#3 - Box

Most people had a box of their favorite expletives. Rusca had a fucking baul.

#4 - View

He exchanges seats at the breakfast table with Jose, so he’s face to face with the new girl who doesn’t laugh at his jokes.

#5 - Strength

“Eduardo Rusca.”

“Leriang Sentido.”

“I know you,” he says, because it’s impossible not to by now. “You’re Rafael Sentido’s sister.”

Something flashes in her eyes, and if he were standing, he thinks he would have stepped backwards. “No, you don’t know me. I’m Leriang Sentido.”

#6 - Ice

“It’s just so rare that someone can resist your charms,” Jose says a week in, clearly enjoying the show.

Rusca is glowering at him. “Well, she’s a rare person, I’ll grant you that.”

#7 - Dance

“Maybe instead of breaking down her walls, you should try to understand why they exist,” Jose had advised him. So he spends today staying out of her way, trying to find vantage points where he can watch her.

By nightfall, she’s the one who’s watching him.

#8 - Promise

“You swear not to tell anyone about this,” Rusca says through gritted teeth, as she squeezes aloe sap onto the sunburn marks on his back.

“I swear,” Leriang says, and he thinks she might be smirking but his neck burns too much for him to turn and check.

It’s the first of many secrets they will keep together.

#9 - Wait

He likes to think he’s quick on his feet. She likes to inform him he’s just rash, and impatient, and por dios, por santo, Rusca, I told you so.

#10 - Candle

He doesn’t mind studying by candlelight, but he tries to read everything he needs before sunset so it takes longer to deplete his stash.

The following night, she runs out of candles.

He discovers he doesn’t mind studying by moonlight.

#11 - Talent

Somewhere in the Academia was a piece of paper detailing the weekly outcomes of the ongoing bet on Rusca and Sentido’s shooting scores.

#12 - Talk

They get to know each other best on the nights they’re on patrol; their feet trace the perimeter, their words map out their souls.

#13 - Dream

“If it weren’t for the war, I’d be a baker,” he confides. “I’d run my father’s panaderia and eat as much as I’d sell. And you?”

“If it weren’t for the war,” she replies, “I would know.”

#14 - Mask

I’m literally wearing somebody else’s face, Rusca thinks with a scowl as he trudges his way to the river.

#15 - Run

He admired the sight of her when she ran, all clean lines and sure steps and braid flying in the wind, but he never fully appreciated the reality of it until she was running to him.

#16 - Storm

They say like called to like, so maybe it was the rushing water of the river that called her tears to the surface, the current of emotion sweeping them both away.

#17 - Farewells

She had been terrified of the idea of her brother dying, which is why she had refused to say goodbye, and later regretted it. Now she’s twice as paranoid, because bidding Rusca goodbye so they would regret nothing if they died meant accepting that was a possibility.

#18 - Fall

He got tossed off his horse’s back when he was a young rider, and he remembered the shock of suddenly being aloft, the thrill of almost believing he could fly, and dreading the bone-crushing thud of the landing he knew would eventually come.

Being in love with Leriang was much the same.

#19 - Wings

If she only allowed it, her heart could probably soar above the mountaintops and leave the misery of the trenches behind—and that is the precise reason why she doesn’t.

#20 - Temptation

Jose is away for the night, and he’s miserably proud of his effort to resist inviting her into their hut.

She undoes it all by coming anyway.

#21 - Midnight

“Mahal kita,” she says after several minutes of silence, testing the words out on her tongue.

He responds with a resounding snore, and she lets out the breath she’s holding.

Maybe that’s just as well.

#22 - World

American, Spaniard, Filipino—they sweated and cried and bled out when they died all the same. To Rusca, it didn’t matter what color your balls were if they didn’t keep you alive in the trenches.

#23 - Laugh

He laughs in the face of death. Some people feel like he’s stupid, he’s annoying, he’s disrespectful, he’s crazy.

“That’s fine with me,” he tells her when she points it out to him. “The important thing is that they no longer feel fear.”

#24 – Cover

They cut through the chaos of their invaded campsite back to back, and though this is the closest to the enemy they have ever been, neither of them are afraid.

#25 - Fire

One moment she was a girl with a long, thick braid, the next she was a human candle with a burning wick.

#26 - Drink

Leriang teases him all the time about his habit of pilfering the heneral’s unfinished drinks; he retorts that maybe military brilliance rubs off on people that way and he’s not taking any chances.

#27 - Music

He’s heard her sing, of course, but he prefers the arpeggio of her laughter.

#28 – Gravity

The first time she met Gregorio del Pilar was also the first time she saw Rusca in that crisp white undershirt she liked so much, and the distinction in how the two images appealed to her was the only reason Del Pilar figured in the memory at all.

#29 - Formal

She imagines him, just the one time, in the white dress uniform Roman and Luna wear to cabinet meetings.

#30 - Eclipse

She slides up his body slowly, slowly, until the crown of her head blots out the sun completely and her lips, wet with his arousal, crash down on his.

#31 - Silk

In her hands, she thinks of him as silk wrapped around steel; in her, he thinks of her as silk enveloping velvet.

#32 - Body

They were never more aware of each other’s anatomy as that time during roll call when they belatedly realized they had accidentally exchanged uniforms.

#33 - Sacred

They are married in naught but their uniforms and flowers picked from the summer fields, bound by the two things they believed most in—duty and hope.

#34 - Forever

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal. Kita.”

“Mahal.”

“Kita.”

#35 – Highway

It’s a long ride to Cabanatuan, and already Rusca has finished off three pieces of suman, cussed out the Spanish, led the regiment in a ribald marching song, cussed out the Americans, none too quietly declared that he loved her (no less than seven times), cussed out the Kawit brigade, and made the heneral laugh and Koronel Roman frown disapprovingly and Joven blush and Kumandante Bernal roll his eyes and Jose turn to her and ask what a nabo was.

She loves him, but dear God, can’t they just get there already—

#36 - Red

Red like the sky over Cabanatuan, red like blood, red like the traitors’ clothes.

#37 - Overwhelmed

He could say that he ran out of options, that they outnumbered him, that the wise thing to do was cooperate until he could get away from his captors (all true), but the fact was that he just didn’t know what else to do.

#38 - Silence

About the bodies of Heneral Luna and Koronel Roman, everyone had a story to tell, but as for the whereabouts of Kapitan Rusca, no one could give her an answer.

#39 - Journey

For many nights, Leriang didn’t know whether to wish he had not gone at all or that she had gone and perished with them.

#40 - Hope

Until there’s a body to bury, her hopes refuse to die.

#41 - Whisper

The younger Nable Jose girl is soft-spoken, but she might as well have been shouting the words in Leriang’s face—RUSCA’S ALIVE, RUSCA’S ALIVE, RUSCA’S ALIVE.

#42 - Lock

As the Nable Jose girl fumbles for the key, it hits her like a full chamber of bullets that this door is all that stands between them now.

#43 - Fever

In his delirious haze, this is what he lets slip: “Leriang.”

In his wildest dreams, this is what he doesn’t expect to hear: “Yes?”

#44 – Breathe

Leriang’s heart might as well have stopped beating and Rusca’s ribs are too broken for a full breath, but the moment that their hands touch again is the one where they both return to life.

#45 - Search

They shot Jose in the middle of a busy plaza, with dozens of townspeople milling about under the bright noontime sun.

Huddled close in their unassuming little hut in the middle of the night, she’s sure someone will come for them too.

#46 - Forgotten

There were five candles on the stoop when she wakes on Undas morning.

“Your brother too,” he explains.

#47 - Lies

By chance, they see Aguinaldo one last time before the country falls to America.

In the thick of the crowd they grip each other’s hand tightly, both holding the other back from putting a bullet through the president’s false heart.

#48 – Unknown

“What will you do now? He asks one evening as she carries in the last of their wares. The smell of the bread he made himself comforts him after years of being followed by the stench of death.

He knows though, that the absence of it disorients her. “I suppose we’ll find out.”

#49 - Cold

“Cold,” Rusca would tell the man who had come asking him what Pangasinan had been like decades later, remembering the hard stone floor beneath his knees and the steel shackles around his wrists as he prayed for daylight.

#50 - Memory

She urges him to do the interview. “So the whole world can remember,” she reasons. “And we can finally forget.”

[nimmasion]

Did a lunasona and never touch it again ahkzjzjz plus a lil comic of her and a draw of my friend @slushiegh0st

[spectrum296]

The Jovente ship is sailing 😂

[bougainvilleaz]

Finally drew my Lunasona! My ideas so far:

His full name is Amancio Jacinto Andeana y Lucena

He’s the sole heir to the wealthiest family in the town of San Sebastian

A poet who laments never having known the feeling of love

His father was killed in the revolution against the Spaniards; before dying, his father told him to serve the country

Wanting to live up to his father’s name, he offers his house (which is along the Manila-Dagupan railroad) for the soldiers to stay at 

In 1888, he meets General Gregorio del Pilar, who is stationed at his house for several weeks 

The general decides to toy with him and the two enter a brief affair

Name meaning: Amancio (“beloved”) + Jacinto (“hyacinth”, a reference to the Greek myth of Hyacinthus) + Andeana (“leaving”) + Lucena (“light”)

[seanagtala]

Birb children

[jtdrawsalot]

2/6 for my 2nd round of six fanarts

@_panikki_ on twt's Oc Delang

Fun fact: Yung color scheme nung modern barong nya comes from Sakura Haruno(shoutout dun sa headband na pink) kasi favorite yung ni Nikki hehe

[vicente-enriquez]

Lunasona: Maria Adela Felisa Reyes y Tantoco (1879-1945)

All my life I've been fighting a war I can't talk to you or your friends It's not only you My heart jumps around when I'm alluded to This will not do

Role: Lieutenant, then Colonel  House: Slytherin Personality Type: ENTJ Favorite food: Tinola, sapin-sapin, almost anything in sight she will eat LOL Personality: outspoken, bright, intelligent, competitive

Timeline:

1879 – Adela is born to an affluent family in Bulacan, in Malolos during the Feast Day of the Immaculate Conception. She is the youngest of three siblings. Her family belongs to an ilustrado clan, related to the Reyes clan of Malolos.

1880 – The family moves to Bulakan, Bulacan. Fernando, the father, manages a sterner eye on the lands of the family located in the area.

Fernando makes the close acquaintance of the Enriquez family, who are landowners and live near them.

1881 – Despite being heavily pregnant, Adela’s mother, Philomena becomes Adela’s first teacher. She realizes her youngest is smart and heavily invests in her education.

1882-1887 – Adela is formally introduced to Anacleto and Vicente Enriquez. The three of them become playmates, with the Del Pilar brothers and Adela’s less financially fortunate cousin, Ybiang. Adela enjoys a close friendship with them, playing in the fields, climbing trees and playing hide and seek as well as bathing in the river.

In February 1882, Philomena dies in childbirth, leaving Fernando no choice but to seek a governess and maid and tutors to look after his daughter’s future. He teaches the girl and drills her in the game of chess throughout the years.

Meanwhile, Adela learns to fight for a place at the dinner table with two brothers and a strict father, with an older brother constantly bullying her.

1892 – At the age of 12, Adela is fiercely independent, outspoken, and highly competitive. To counter Adela’s willful nature, Fernando sends her to Manila to study, hoping she can channel her energy to her studies. This separates her from her childhood friends.

Aside from wanting to separate Adela from her male friends, Fernando sent her to Manila to be away of the growing political tension in Bulacan.  

Around the same time, her brother, Manolo, welcomes her into their boarding house in Manila. While Adela begins her further studies in Colegio de San Isabel taking up the mantle of an education major, Manolo joins the Katipunan. He later pulls in Vito to be part of the organization. The two brother utilize Adela during meetings, using her as a courier to send messages.

1894 – Adela graduates from her Education major and volunteers for Katipunan Manila branch full-time. She fights for a place to join not just as a courier, but as a rightful member. After four months, she becomes a member under the nom de guerre “Kuneho�� and works earnestly beyond what is required to hire and organize spy networks. She also meets Beata Luces and becomes close to her.

In Katipunan, Adela learns to hold a revolver. She trains to become a precise sharpshooter.

1895-1896 – Anacleto and Vicente and Jose Enriquez join Katipunan. Andres Bonifacio sends Adela with them to assist them in taking Katipunan in Bulakan. She assists the brothers in organizing the movement and notably orchestrates the whisper campaign.

The whisper campaign proves effective. Anacleto becomes the face of the movement in Bulakan.

August

The disappointments at Bulakan; Adela passes the signal to Vicente via a letter. Vicente carries it out, but at the end of the day, the Bulakenos give up. Adela retreats to Manila, leaving some command to him, in order to serve as a messenger between Bonifacio and Anacleto.

Five days later, Battle of San Juan Del Monte. Adela’s baptism by fire; she holds her own against the men. As the battle culminates in a loss, Adela rushes back to Bulakan to hide and continue the revolution and continue her duties.

September

After hearing about the legendary Miong, Manolo goes to Cavite to lend his strength and services to this figure of strength. Miong’s exploits inspire the Bulakenos to revolt. Dark days; Adela resents him for abandoning Bulakan.

She rises to the occasion to take his place as a commander, performing better than him. Due to her skills, she amasses a slight legend of her own as “Kuneho”. Wary for her life, Adela decides to seek temporary shelter in Kakarong de Sili.

Anacleto’s birthday; Adela gifts him with a handkerchief for his twentieth birthday, having developed feelings for him.

November

Adela opts not to tell Anacleto about her feelings. General Isidoro Torres, with General Anacleto, are impressed by her work ethic and efforts so she is given a promotion as lieutenant. Torres divides the group into two: one with him, and the other with General Enriquez.

General Enriquez, aided with Colonel Vicente, head to San Rafael instead of Baliuag. Adela opts to hold her ground in Kakarong de Sili, with her men, after being advised by General Enriquez to hold Kakarong. She has one last emotional parting with him before he goes to the mountains and San Rafael.

On the last day of November, Anacleto is killed with 800 of his men. Vicente, surviving the skirmish, regroups to Kakarong De Sili.

Adela welcomes him back with renewed fondness. 

December

Dark days. Vicente suffers from malaria; Adela takes time off to nurse him. The two of them mourn Anacleto.

Goyo comes back in Adela’s life, as a new idol.

1897 

April

The Bonifacio brothers are captured. Manolo brings this news.

May

Dark days. Adela mourns the loss of the Supremo; she attempts to reach out to Ka Oriang, but her letters are unreceived. Manolo blocks her letters to her comrades.

Adela spends a month between mourning and her duties.

August

Training begins for the revolutionaries in Paombong.

Julio Nakpil writes to her; she exchanges letters with him to keep tabs on Ka Oriang.

The Raid of Paombong; Goyong asks for her help. She says yes, to keep her mind off her personal grief. This is a success; Goyong asks her to think about being his aide. His interest in her is purely work-related – or so that’s what Adela tells herself. She asks Vicente not to encourage Goyong’s interest.

November

Adela enrolls in Academia Militar aside from sending her poetry and stories to magazines. She trains under the colonel’s course, despite preliminary doubts about her ability due to her gender and position as a lieutenant. Despite some difficulties, Adela overcomes them.

December

The training for the revolutionaries end. Adela hears from Julio that Oryang has opted for marriage with him; she sends a belated wedding gift, with her worry and affection. 

Goyo and Vicente go overseas; the former to Hong Kong, the latter in Singapore. Adela writes to Vicente; frequent letter-writing.

During one of their letters, he confesses his feelings for her. Adela refuses to reply for a few days; after this, she spurns his advances, due to not being emotionally ready for a relationship. Enteng’s first heartbreak.

During Christmas Eve, Fernando Reyes succumbs to stroke, leaving Adela an orphan in Christmas Day. A lonely Christmas. She turns to her pen to keep holding on.

1898

January The Academia is forced to close due to the outbreak of war. Adela presents herself to service, bearing her good grades in the colonel course. (Addie: BITCH, I DID THAT).

Due to her track record, good grades and a small amount of nepotism, General Del Pilar takes her in as an aide and promotes her to colonel.

In spite of the romantic rejection, Adela finds herself gravitating towards Vicente more and more.

February

Adela asks Beata to fight once more, in a visit to Majayjay. She visits often Ilyong and Beata with Vicente. Beata starts suspecting she and Vicente are becoming more than friends.

“Delang?”

“Ano?”

“Kayo na ba nina Enteng?”

“Hindi. Wala talaga.”

Insert interactions here with Lunasonas LOL 

The war effort continues. Adela does her best. But sometimes it’s not enough. 

1899

April

Battle of Quinga, followed by the Battle of Calumpit. Adela shines at her best, as a commander. She worries the revolutionary forces may eventually be forced to go to the mountains and resort to trench warfare at best.

While back in Bulacan during a weekend, a Mr. Ysaciano takes an interest in her work as a writer and due to her orphaned status. He sponsors her living, as Vito and Manolo have abandoned her to go their separate ways in the revolution.

June

General Luna is killed. Adela investigates in Cabanatuan, and heads to Bamban to catch up to General Del Pilar.  She suspects foul play so she investigates into the liquidation of the Bernal camp.

The Del Pilar retinue go to Dagupan. Her first quarrel with Vicente due to the Bernal affair.

Adela meets a challenger for her hand, in the form of Alejandro, an officer, with scholarly leanings. He begins to unofficially court her.

October

Julian leaves. One less hatchetman to worry about. Adela predicts they will eventually need to go up the mountains since the Del Pilar retinue cannot continue holding San Fabian.

Alejandro proposes marriage to her. Adela keeps the ring, but chooses to prioritize her service to the military. 

(Deep in her heart, she knows it’s Enteng she will want to die for, not Alejandro.)

“Sina Ilyong namundok na.”

“Ano sabi mo, Delang?”

“Wala –“

“Sabi ko, may nauna nang namundok. Hindi tayo ang mauunang mamundok.”

November

A tiring Odyssey. No food, barely even water. Adela remembers almost dying from the elements but like a good soldier, she keeps her head high.

God bless Vicente, she thinks, as they keep walking.

December

Tirad Pass. More losses. Adela and Vicente survive.

Adela mourns Goyong, wary of his name being lionized, in her return to Bulacan. Everytime she closes her eyes, she hears the bullets, the shouting and the yelling.

She welcomes comfort in the form of Vicente; the two of them turn to each other for emotional support and comfort as well as friendship.

(And the start of something more).

1900

A new era. Adela turns to her writing and cooking for comfort. She enters the new era with a new identity, under the name Josefa Ysaciano, for protection.

But while she waits, she works. And despite all the odds, she succeeds.

1909

Adela marries. Beata and Ybiang and Julian are invited, among others. 

The first two years of marriage are the closest years she has to euphoria. The years of waiting have paid off.

1911

Adela welcomes her first child. Nine more follow, across the years.

(She doesn’t mind a large brood. She’d been lonely, growing up. God, she loved her husband so much.)

1935-1936

Vicente makes a run for a seat representing Bulacan. Despite her worries, she supports him in his bid. During the campaign, she worries about his illness. They try for a cure, with San Miguel but it doesn’t work.

In the end, they opt for treatment in Vienna. In the end, it is an exercise in futility. Adela accepts the end; she spends the last days with him filled with a sense of contentment and longing and so much more.  The last day is bittersweet.

Hanggang sa muli, he tells her.

After Vicente’s death, Adela joins Beata in Manila following a period of mourning. There, she rotates between Manila and Bulacan looking after her children until Death knocks at her door.

(But the pain is there, and despite everything, she will endure. For while there is life, there is hope.)

Sources:

Beto Reyes blog

The Women of Malolos by Nicanor Tiongson

An Acceptable Holocaust: The Life and death of a Boy-general by Teodoro Kalaw

The Philippine Revolution of 1896: Ordinary Lives in Extraordinary Times by Florentino Rodao and Felice Noelle Rodriguez  

the Goyo and Heneral Luna: The History Behind the Movie books

Elites and Ilustrados in Philippine Culture by Caroline Hau

Notes:

Updated Addie’s list from this trainwreck 

Elora Espano is her face claim whew.

I don’t like bending canon too much :^)

Sorry po sa long wall of text 

lyrics are from Lorde, my Lord and Savior 

ANGSTTTT  IS LIFE

[artisticmaniacwithapen]

" Do you want to take a bath or not? "

[dettsu]

Vince and Adela for @hotaryu! Commission rates are here <3

[anak-ng-heneral-blog]

Where to Put a Hero

or The Sorting of Eduardo Rusca, a Lunasona Hogwarts AU fic.

“Rusca, Eduardo!”

It was now or never, then. Ed gave Leriang a glance goodbye, and she tapped him on the shoulder by way of encouragement before he stepped out of line. He took his place on the stool and Professor Mabini put the Sorting Hat on his head. The wide brim fell well below Ed’s eyes and settled just so on his nose, which--after a childhood of being teased about how large it was--Ed finally discovered was good for something. The little dismembered voice that suddenly started speaking in his ear startled him, even if he’d already known what to expect.

“Hmmmm, not Hufflepuff, definitely, you’re much too lax for that. Not Slytherin either, far too many schemes for your temperament. Good head on your shoulders, that’s plain to see, but you’d sooner follow your heart instead. Selfless. Passionate. A tad bullheaded too, yes...well then, I’d say you’d be a good fit for--”

Am I going to be in Gryffindor? Ed broke in wildly.

“Eh?”

Oh crap, you can hear me? The Hat shifted slightly atop his head to indicate it was listening. Ed felt a bit perturbed at having his thoughts heard by a hat, but also relieved that it was willing to make conversation. Uh, well then, Sir Hat, if you can hear me...could you put me in Ravenclaw instead?

“Ravenclaw?” said the tiny voice in his ear. “And are you absolutely certain about this?”

Truthfully, Ed wasn’t. But he pressed on anyway. You see, I made a new friend on the train. She’s real smart and she’s gonna be a Ravenclaw for sure, but she’s muggleborn, and she doesn’t know much about our world yet...and I thought maybe I should stay with her, just to make sure she’s all right.

“Little hero,” said the voice, with as much patience as a hat could have sewn into it, “Sorting students into Houses doesn’t mean segregating them from their friends. You’re put into Houses based on the traits that can most help you reach your potential, so you can share the fullest version of you with people from other Houses. You go where you’ll be best trained and she’ll go where she’ll be best taught so you can put together what you learn when you’re apart.”

“And if your friend’s smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, she’ll find her way around our world,” the voice added, not dismissively.

Ed nodded slowly in understanding, knocking the hat further down his face. Leriang didn’t seem to really need him--after all she did manage her first full day in the Wizarding World without setting anything on fire by mistake--but the knot of unease in his belly still hadn’t unraveled completely.

I suppose...

“And Gryffindor, that famous home of the chivalrous and the brave, can help you hone that noble streak of yours so you can protect your friends as valiantly as you can, if that’s what you’re so set on doing.”

Laying it on really thick, aren’t you? Ed thought, wrinkling his nose.

The Hat sounded smug as it adjusted itself on his head. “I know my business. So, Eduardo Rusca, are you ready to be a hero?”

For a prompt from @girl-in-a-well, set within this universe!

[seanagtala]

She's beauty

She's grace

She'll shoot you in the face

[bougainvilleaz]

It's said that General Gregorio del Pilar had a lover in every town he visited. But not all these lovers were women.

Excerpt from my Lunasona fic, probably