So, India Is Dying.

my full illustration for @familystylezine, a publication about the histories behind various asian, asian american, and pacific islander foods! my piece features the filipino tapsilog.

Luyong Baybay, A Philippine goddess who was in love with the moon. Her name means “She who was born from the waves”.

if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

Just for fun. This is 30% baseless. Also as a naming reference when you're at your wit's end.

Also, it is normal to have two or more names depending on your mood. I know a diety who changes name according to seasons. This naming system is more related to birth, mind, and soul, so feel free to have more than one.

I rendered some characters of the Philippine Mythopoeia book in the style of Renaissance grotesque, with creeping flora, weird fauna, monsters, and deities.

my body slaughterhouse

In the quiet moments in-between everything, Yoo Joonghyuk looks to Kim Dokja. Or: Yoo Joonghyuk just wants to care for Kim Dokja if only he’d stay still for a goddamn second.

joongdok, 2.7k; an orv fic about gentleness.

also on ao3, with author’s notes if you want to read that sort of thing.

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Yoo Joonghyuk is not used to being soft. His hands are made for breaking things, not saving them; he has never been able to save anyone, including himself. The lives he’s lived, going back to that fateful day the world ended, have made him cold and cruel. There is a distance between him and the rest of the world that no one can cross.

He walks this world alone. He knows better than to expect anyone to keep up with him.

He knows better than to get attached.

But Kim Dokja, impossible and unpredictable, forced his way into Yoo Joonghyuk’s life and declared them companions. And suddenly Yoo Joonghyuk is not the one walking ahead of everyone else, alone; now, he chases after Kim Dokja, time after time, reaching for him, always a step behind.

Kim Dokja is here, in this regression, and that is all that matters.

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So it has been discussed that Dark Academia is quite Eurocentric and a bit (if not so much) elitistic. If you like it, it's alright, though.

If you, my Filipino mutuals, felt that Dark Academia is pretentious, maybe (just maybe) it's because we cannot really relate to it while its western practices cannot awake our connection to its roots. For us, it is just "aesthetics" and will never be a "way of life".

Personally, I like the dark hues of dark academia, but I'm a lover of Filipino culture eh.

I would like to gather your thoughts about the Dark or Light Academia aesthetics and lifestyle in Filipino cultural settings. I'm sure I can find many Filipinos here who have ventured more into reconnecting with the indigenous academic culture than I have.

Let's start! (lol haba ng intro ko, eto lang pala 'yon)

Share any media, books, movies, objects, study materials pertaining to the following categories: my examples, without pictures because I'm uncreative.

Book Reco: any myth book, tbh

Poets to read: Andres Bonifacio (for those who don't know, this boi made a poem about Sidapa)

Writing Instruments: Bamboo and ink

Classical Musical instruments: Talaandug (alam nyo yung bamboo flute ni Agilus sa Mulawin, yun 'yon)

Must study: Baybayin

Study Table snacks: Puto pao

Coffee and Tea Reco: Barako, tanglad tea, lavender tea, turnate tea, and Sampaguita tea, all of which are grown in south east asia and can be found in shopee/lazada.

Philosophy and ethics: I'm blank on this one. Sadly, I only know Nietzschean and Confucian.

Objects that should adorn your study table: sari manok, because I'm basic and edgy.

Objects that should adorn your wall: T'boli weaving, Fernando Amorsolo works, random wooden stick you found in the wild

Objects that should adorn your book shelf: clay pot, random wooden stick you found in the wild

Garments: red saya (I have 3! Who cares about heat death!)

All I can give are basics and general, I'm that surface level. Please share your knowledge to celebrate Filipino Academia aesthetics/life style.

((edit: ah, the problem of study aesthetics is the consumerism that comes with it. So a reminder, don't feel forced to buy anything. We're just vibing. And if you can buy things, go local as much as you can.))

I really loved how Mt. Makiling was the haven where alexandra trese and her mother stayed in hiding, i grew up here and it’s still where im residing so when her mother mentioned Maria Makiling keeping them safe i was so giddy and proud to have a part of our local folklore represented in pop culture so i wanted to elaborate and talk about her further.

Maria Makiling is known to us Calambeños as the guardian of our forests, she is a diwata (akin to a goddess/powerful fairy) who sometimes takes the shape of a white horse who would follow foreign travelers that pass through our mountain. People would feel like they’re walking or driving in circles until the white horse shows itself to them, if they make a promise that they would do no evil or cause no harm to the forest and it’s creatures she will let them pass, if they disrespect the forest, they will be stuck there forever unable to leave the loop. Back when the colonizers haven’t industrialized the country, when magic was still alive and when our ancestors lived in worship of nature, Maria Makiling watched over our villages, she would even go down to meet the villagers—unlike her parents who previously looked over the land (Dayang Makiling and Gat Panahon)—and would provide us the fruits of the forest every harvest season as well as the birds and animals. If any of the villages suffer sickness or great tragedies, she would send aid to our people. She is generous and kind, but she is also just. When the colonizers came and indoctrinated natives, the people that survived had lost respect for nature. They over-harvested, burned down parts of the forest, and abused her kindness. That’s why she no longer allowed anyone to harvest the fruits of the forest or hunt its animals. She also retreated into the mountain, and no longer showed herself to the people. If anyone ignored her warnings, she would call for thunderstorms and strike down the ones that disrespected nature. Today, the people of Laguna love and respect her and her mountain, and the city of Calamba and Los Baños made use of the natural hot springs of the mountain for resorts surrounded by greenery. In Los Baños, one will find the biggest university in the country (in terms of land mass), UP Los Baños, one of the top institutions of higher learning in agriculture and food science in southeast asia!! One can start hiking the mountain through the campus but be sure you hire a tour guide since its easy to get lost if you’re a passing traveller 😌

“ Eremin is canon,“ I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"He’s right,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row, Hajime Isayama himself

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.