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Sidapa headcanons

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(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.