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enby-hawke · 1 year

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This is exactly why I went on anon in the first place. Ive seen how you talk to others sending in asks and it scares me this just proves that youre what I feared

I went into this with the intent of helping you

So you’re telling me that the story I grew up learning at school during Filipino subject is wrong? My teachers who loved learning and teaching the subject are wrong? I am wrong even if Im learning it?

Cebuano Mythology says that Bakunawa is *only* a sea serpent who saw the moons and wanted to eat it because he found it pretty or amazing. Others say that Bakunawa had a sister that was a sea turtle who makes the water level increase. The people were frightened that their island would disappear so they killed her. When Bakunawa found out, he ate the moons. The people prayed to their supreme god to punish Bakunawa. THe god refused and told them to bang pots and pans to disturb the Bakunawa who later regurgitated the moon and disappeared. There’s another story involving Bakunawa falling in love but Im straying.

There’s other cultures like the Bicolano mythology that says Bakunawa used to be a goddess who saw the moon and was mesmerized. The moon rejected her affection and she was angry and she turned into a sea serpent to eat the moon. Haliya, the moon’s sister, fought Bakunwa off and caused the moon phases. This is the only story that involves Bakunawa being a god.

I mentioned the FIlipina thing because by giving FIlipino (an already neutral term) a gender, youre participating in what the Spaniards tried to do. Youre participating in the erasure of what my ancestors fought so hard for which is the term and name Filipino for themselves. I didn’t bring it up for whatever reason you think I did

I’m not mansplaining. Mansplaining is applicable to men and I am not a man. I was only trying to help but you come in with these aggressive attitude without giving me a chance. I repeat, I did not do it to be mean, I did it to help. I wasnt trying to make you look like an idiot. I just corrected your spelling. I came into this with no malicious intent. You cant call me a coward or an idiot when you could have handled this calmly and nicely. I won’t even mention the fact that you put tattoos on Burigadang Pada Siniklang Bulawan with how your acting. I dont see why you’re being so annoyed and calling me a coward and stupid.

Have you looked at the content of my blog? I'm in the middle of a divorce. I'm moving to Vegas. I lost a friend. I'm mourning the death of my child. I'm suicidal.

I am learning how to be filiipina in my own way. Colonization changed us. Changed us. We can either acknowledge that or not.

I am going through too much right now. Too much to be dealing with this okay? You want to educate me. I said give me your sources. I'm not having this discussion on anon for peanuts and likes and if you send me another anon I'm throwing it in the trash.

The researcher who I trusted is from the Phillippines and gave me these Gods okay? There is a lot of misinformation. A lot.

Bakunawa was a God before the spaniards.

Just like the manaangal was a Goddess before the Spaniards.

Where are your sources? Why are you so concerned about how I fucking label myself. I get to choose how I want to label myself

FUCK OFF!

#personal #I have snapped #and i'm turning off anon you cowards #I learned it in school #as if school wasn't full of misinformation #I think for myself ya'll

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years

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Monster Match #22: Tikbalang

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For @severedreamerbeard: You’ve been matched with a tikbalang!

Tikbalangs, or Tigbolan, scare travelers by leading them astray and playing tricks on them, such as making them return to an arbitrary path, no matter how far they go or where they turn. A superstition popular with the Tagalogs of Rizal Province is that Tikbalangs are benevolent guardians of elemental kingdoms. They are usually found standing at the foot of large trees looking around for anyone who dares to bestow malignancy on their kingdom's territory.

It is a tall, bony humanoid creature with the head and hooves of a horse and disproportionately long limbs, to the point that its knees reach above its head when it squats down.

In some versions, the tikbalang can also transform itself into human form or turn invisible to humans and they like to lead travelers astray. Tikbalang is generally associated with dark, sparsely populated, foliage-overgrown areas, with legends variously identifying their abode as being beneath bridges, in bamboo clumps or banana groves, and atop Kalumpang (Sterculia foetida) or Balite (Ficus indica) trees.

You met Bayani in your art class on your very first day. He had immigrated from the Philippines to attend college a year before you started school, and due to his unusual appearance, had trouble making friends. You hadn’t seen anyone like him before, and where that made some people uncomfortable, it fascinated you. He was such a sweet person that you couldn’t help befriending him.

It took him some time to open up to you, but once he did, you realized how homesick he was. His kind typically lived in the same grove they were born in for their entire lives. Moving away was highly unlikely, but to actually integrate into society was practically unheard of. As far as you knew, he was the first of his kind to attend college. Anywhere. In history.

The only reason he wasn’t in the news was because he had specifically requested not to be. In fact, his advocates had filed injunctions to prevent the media from reporting on it. He didn’t want attention for doing what millions of people did all the time.

His sweetness made you friends, but it was the shy humility and talent that attracted you to him. He didn’t think much of himself, often having heard the awful things people said about him, and you wanted him to think of himself the way you did: unique and intelligent and kind. You were nervous about speaking your attraction to him. He was new to society and you weren’t sure of his preferences, or if he was even looking for any sort of romance.

“What is it like? Your home?” You asked him once during class. The two of you were sitting a little bit away from everyone else to give his long legs enough room without kicking someone else’s chair or easel.

“It is beautiful,” He told you, starting to sketch on a fresh page. “I lived deep in the jungle on the island of Luzon, near a steam that branched from the Magat River. It was lush and green. It never grew cold there, and there were many birds. My whole family had lived there for hundreds of years undetected before we learned of the Mass Integration. I miss it.”

“Why did you leave?”

“We had only heard that non-human creatures had joined humanity a few years ago, but we were still nervous to reveal ourselves. I was the first to decide to leave and see what the world was like. When my time in college is over, I plan to travel for a few years, then return with what I’ve learned. The rest of my clan will then decide if they wish to leave or stay.”

“Will you stay home after that?” You asked him.

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted. Looking over, you saw him drawing the thick underbrush of a forest. “I suppose I will decide when the time comes.”

“What’s been the hardest thing? Was it difficult to get into college?” You asked him.

“No, actually, passing the test was relatively easy after I took that year of tutoring. And the scholarship I received has made it rather easy.” He stopped sketching and sighed, looking out of the window. “I… I suppose I… did not realize how… small… people can be. How petty. How… superficial? Is that the word?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking that’s right,” You replied.

He sighed. “I thought, because non-humans felt safe enough to reveal themselves, that it would be… less…” He sighed again sharply. “I can’t think of the words.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” You said. “Humans have a long history of not getting along with each other, so it’s unfortunately not surprising that they aren’t exactly nice to other species of people.”

“I can’t understand that,” He said with a grimace.

“Honestly, I can’t either,” You replied sadly. “Are you drawing home?”

“Yes,” He said, his mood brightening. “See? I can’t get the shape of the houses right, though.”

“Oh,” You said, scooting closer. “What kind of houses are they?”

“Small structures, usually one room, nothing grand. Most had open sides with only one or two complete walls, built up off the ground in case of flooding. Since it gets very hot, it was better to have open homes where the breezes could blow through, and we didn’t mind the rain.”

“Like this?” You asked as you sketched.

“Sloped roofs,” He said. “And they’re all pointed toward the river, so that the runoff drains that way. Yes, just like that.”

After sketching for a few more minutes, you took your paper and laid it over Bayani’s sketch, merging the two perfectly.

“Ha,” Bayani said softly. “There it is. Home.”

“I’d like to see it one day,” You said.

“Perhaps you will,” He replied.

“Isn’t it closed to outsiders?”

“Ordinarily,” He said. “But we make exceptions for friends.”

You smiled. “Are you going to enter the art competition they had on the notice board?” You asked him after a moment. “First prize is ten thousand dollars. You could go traveling on summer break, like you want to. Get a head start on seeing the world.”

“I don’t know,” He said. “I don’t think I’m good enough yet to enter. What about you? You’re a wonderful artist.”

“Thanks,” You said. “But I’m not exactly amazing either.”

“You’re incredibly talented!” Bayani replied, earning a shushing from the professor. He ducked his head and spoke in a lower whisper. “You’ve got to win.”

“I’ll enter the contest if you will,” You told him.

“But I don’t even know what to do for the contest,” Bayani said, their face scrunched. “The theme is comfort. I’m not exactly comfortable right now.”

“I know,” You replied. “But there are things that comfort you. Your home does. Do that.”

“Meh, that’s predictable. I’d have to do something original to win.”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

“You enter and I’ll cheer you on,” Bayani said, smiling. “Competition isn’t natural to my people, so I’m still trying to understand it.”

“That’s why you should enter!” You insisted. “You have such a unique style, it’s sure to win.”

“Well, if you’re doing it, then I will, too. If only to challenge myself.”

“That’s the spirit,” You said as the professor called for the end of class. You began packing up your things and getting ready to leave. Bayani always let everyone leave first, and you always waited for him.

“I do find you a comfort,” Bayani said. “You remind me of a friend I had back home. We were always together. Until he found a mate, that is.”

“And you?” You asked, attempting to be nonchalant. “No interest in a mate?”

“Mm,” He replied noncommittally. “Not really. It’s hard to be interested in people I’ve known my whole life. There’s nothing new to learn about them. I feel like discovering new things about your partner is half the fun of loving them.”

“But what about when you’ve learned all there is to know about a person? Do you stop loving them?”

“Not necessarily,” He said, contemplative. “When you learn all there is to know about someone, then you change the situation and learn new things. I like to learn, and there’s no end to learning, now that the world is bigger than I first thought. And now that I can see the world and all the people in it, I can find someone who understands. Does that make sense?”

You laughed a little. “Honestly, that makes perfect sense.”

“What do you find comforting?” He asked. “In terms of the contest?”

“It differs on how I feel at the time,” You said. “If I’m scared, I like being hugged. If I’m sad, I like hugs. If I’m lonely… Oh. Well, I guess I’m not as complicated as I thought.”

He laughed. “How do you convey that through art?”

“I have no idea,” You said, laughing too. “I suppose I’ll figure it out.”

“What will you do with the money if you win?”

“Dunno,” You said. “Maybe start paying off my student loans.”

“Money is another thing that is odd to me,” He said, his face scrunching again like it did whenever he encountered a notion that was foreign to him. “At home, if you needed something, it was given to you. Debt is not a concept we believe in.”

“I wish it was like that everywhere.” You replied wistfully.

Outside of the Arts building, he bid you farewell. “I should hurry. The bus will be here soon and I don’t want to be late getting home. Today is my host sister’s birthday, and they’ve invited me to her birthday dinner.”

“Oh, have fun!” You said, waving. “Tell them I said hi!”

He waved back and began to jog toward the bus stop.

You walked back to your car, fumbling for your keys, lost in thought. Comfort was such an amorphous thing. Everyone had a different idea of what was comforting to them, but they often overlapped. Music, physical touch, objects, food. Different things, similar themes. How would you find a way to convey what comforted you the most?

You thought back on Bayani describing his home, the soft look of fondness he had when he was drawing it. His expression was familiar, if distant. Maybe it wasn’t your comfort you should focus on. Bayani was homesick, that much was obvious. What could you do to help?

At home in your apartment, trying to work with your roommate singing drunkenly along with the TV, you stared at an empty page. You’d been sitting there for an hour trying to draw something, but nothing was coming to you. Banging your head against the desk hadn’t helped, though it did cause your roommate to rush in with a half-empty vodka bottle, convinced someone was trying to break in. After taking the bottle awawy from him and putting him to bed, you sat back down at your desk and sighed, the blank paper mocking you with its… blankness. Fuck you, paper.

Start simple, you told yourself. A tree. Draw a tree.

You began to draw, and progress was stilted at first, but after a while, you tuned out sound and focused on your work. Time blurred and passed as if you were asleep, and before you knew it, the sun was rising.

Well, you were going to be useless today.

Looking back down, you were a little surprised to see Bayani on the page, sitting on the porch of one of those open-faced houses of his home. He was crouched over paper, drawing an undefined sketch. His face was relaxed, his posture at ease. His legs dangled over the side of the raised platform, and even as long as his legs were, they didn’t touch the ground. There were no stairs, but you imagined his people had no trouble getting up and down. Surrounding him was the forest of his home as he had described it to you, with the tall trees and flowers and birds nesting in the branches. There were younger Tikbalangs playing in the background, the younger siblings he spoke of so often.

“So this is what comfort looks like,” You said softly. “I think I get it now.”

It took a week before you were satisfied with the result, but you entered it without telling Bayani. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you using him as the subject of your submission, and it wasn’t likely that you’d win anyway, so he would probably never see it.

Two months later, you got a letter in the mail from the contest and put it away in your backpack, not thinking anything about it. When you got to school, however, it fell out of your pack and Bayani picked it up.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Oh, I think it’s something from the art competition.”

“You entered?” He said. “That’s great, you didn’t tell me!”

“I figured I wouldn’t win, so there was no point.”

“It’s unopened. Didn’t you even look?”

“Nah,” You said. “It’s probably just thanking me for my participation or something.”

“Can I open it?”

“Feel free.”

As you were getting your stuff set up to start class, you heard Bayani open the letter and a pause, then a gasp.

“You… won.”

“What?”

“You won!” He offered you the letter. “Look!”

“You’re shitting me,” You said, taking the letter and reading it. There, at the top in big bold letters, was Congratulations! “Well, fuck me.”

“What did you submit?”

“Oh…” You cleared your throat. “There’s a copy here.” You handed it to him.

He looked at it, and was silent for several minutes. You watched him apprehensively, the din of the class fading from your ears and it seemed as if you were the only two in the room.

“This is me,” He said quietly.

“I hope you don’t find this offensive,” You said anxiously. “I just remembered everything you told me about your home and it sounded amazing. I didn’t even realize what I was drawing until I was finished.”

“It’s beautiful,” He said.

“Oh…” You replied. “Thank you.”

He looked at you with a sweet smile. “It’s no wonder you won. I knew you could.”

You smiled back. “Thanks. I was thinking… maybe I could use the money and take us on a trip to your home. I know how homesick you are.”

He shook his head. “You should spend the money on what you want, not on what I want,” He replied.

“That is what I want,” You said. “Although… if I’m honest, there is one other thing I’d like to do.”

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Take you on a date?” You said hopefully.

The smile widened. “A new experience. Will I get to learn more about you?”

“I’m hoping you’ll learn everything about me, but I also hope you won’t get bored.”

He reached across and took your hand. “I don’t think that’s possible. In fact, I think we’ll be learning about each other for quite a long time. I look forward to all of it.”

You squeezed his hand in returned. “So do I.”

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daemons-and-deathrays · 3 years

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Lost Chapters of the Mists - More Domains of Dread Part 4

Lost Chapters of the Mists – More Domains of Dread Part 4

“Alanik, come quickly! I have found yet another one.” A man in physician’s finery beckoned another to his side. A well-dressed man of elven descent followed, emerging from the darkness and into the lantern light. The two gazed down, a crumpled body laid at their feet, hastily disposes upon a cobblestone street corner. Alanik hunched closer, while reaching for a small viewing glass. His gaze met…

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pr0ud0fmyroots · 4 years

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#phillippines #philipine #filipino #filipino mythology #filipino food #filipino culture #filipino nurses #asian american #asian american culture #asian american community #filipino history #filipino cooking #tagalog language #filipino language

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bascombsbeastiary · 4 years

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#creatuanary 19. #Aswang. “That traveler is so strange. Thin as a rail but he eats more then anyone I’ve ever seen! And never seems to stop or gain so much as a gut....I swear he’d wolf down a horse whole if you let him...”💀 Aswang include werebeasts, and while the Philippines lack wolves, they DO have pigs and boars... #creatuanary2020 #bascombsbeastiary #filipino #phillippines #horror #creature #monster #mythology #myth #pig #boar #werewolf #demon #fat #gluttony #transformation #transform #fullmoon #creepy #horror #artistsoninstagram #art #drawing #conceptart #creaturedesign #characterdesign #procreate #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B71ZQBADNrG/?igshid=1b8oppupjpdlg

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holyissovain · 5 years

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I made a short comic about the Sun! Based on a Tingguian folktale (dats from the Philippines yo)

You can read it here and dont be shy to give it a heart!!

#phillippine folklore #folktale #folklore #sun #love #couple #mythology #artph #philippines #filipino artist #comic #medibang

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blancalmaz · 6 years

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Haliyah, The Warrior Goddess of Moonligth. {Philippine Mythology ; Bicol Region} Little Backstory; Said Goddess of Moonligth and protector of Women, Haliyah is one of the 7 moon gods that inhabits the nigthsky. But was the only one standing when Bakunawa, a sea serpent swallowed the 6 moons. A/N ; The Characther is diffirent from the accurate representation of haliya. The Art is rather inspired in my own "universe"of story which i havent fully fleshed out yet. (Supposed to be Inktober submission but fully digitalize it. The Art isnt meant to depict the person as accurate but rather show the artist depiction.)

#Haliya #phillippines #Philippine mythology #ColoredInktober #Bakunawa #Blancalmazart #my art

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wifeofbughuul · 6 years

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I just bought a book on Filipino folklore and mythology. I’m ready to learn.

#filipinio #phillippines #filipino folklore #filipino mythology

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draconesmundi · 27 days

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Can we have a little info on all the ones you haven't drawn yet, even the Maybe Canon? ones? There's a few there I don't recognize at all, and I'm curious.

Sure thing!

Not Drawn Yet:

The angont – a serpentine dragon from North East USA and Eastern Canada

The Australian rainbow serpent – exactly as the name implies. Rainbow serpent from Australia.

Chicken headed serpents – I didn’t know about this until I read @a-book-of-creatures excellent article on Crowing Crested Cobras. I need to actually research these myself, I read the article, thought “these are cool, I will add them to Dracones Mundi”, and then didn’t read/write/draw further (yet!!!!!).

The grootslang or ‘Great Snake’ is from South African folklore.

The kongomato, a winged dragon from the Congo.

The kurrea, a crocodile serpent from Australia

The makara, a creature like a crocodile mixed with an elephant from south Asian folklore: for Dracones Mundi I am making it a relative of the phaya naga.

The markupo is a large red-crested serpent from the Phillippines.

The ropen is a glowing, flying dragon from New Guinea – I might make it a relative of the glowtail in Dracones Mundi lore

Taniwha are water spirits from New Zealand – in Dracones Mundi I am making them a species of sea serpent

Wanizame or wani are sea dragons from Japanese folklore.

Vaguely planned dragons:

The Antarctic Jaculus – dragon I 100% made up, because I was bragging about how Dracones Mundi has ‘dragons all over the map’ and a little snide voice in my head said “what, even Antarctica?” and as Antarctica is not inhabited by people for most of the year it was difficult to find folkloric serpents, so I made up another sea-bird inspired dragon. Both cliffwyrms and Antarctic Jaculus have diving behaviours, which is why their inland cousin, the jaculus, evolved it's divebombing hunting strategy.

Butterfly winged serpent; very small winged serpent with butterfly wing patterns, 100% fictional with no mythology behind it (I mean. There is Pyrausta. But I think Pyrausta would be a different sort of animal, an actual insect, in the Dracones Mundi world, so butterfly winged serpents are not pyrausta)

Oceanic Turtle Dragon; I have the Asian turtle dragon, the European turtle dragon and the Congo Plated Dragon. Running around looking for folklore on ‘turtle dragons’ you end up stumbling into some fantastic artwork for Dungeons and Dragons involving their take on turtle dragons and something about a sea-turtle inspired dragon is really fun and cool. I will see if I can do something unique and different with this concept. If not, I will not be including the oceanic turtle dragon.

Pterosaur dragon; I made dinodrakes as dragons inspired by retro palaeoart of dinosaurs, and I thought “hmm. What if I did the same for retro pterosaurs?” – it turns out there’s a lot of cryptozoology in Africa I could research into for placing these pterosaur dragons somewhere on the map.

Snapdragons; snapdragon flowers need to be named after dragons, so I have a fun idea for a small cave dwelling dragon with petal-like frills and barbels that it uses to sense it’s environment. They also can emit an eerie blue warning glow from their mouths, not dissimilar to the glow of brandy on fire in the Victorian game ‘snap dragon’.

#Dracones Mundi #Asks

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carnelianflames · 3 years

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THE QUARREL OF THE VOLCANOES (Bikol)

“A very long time ago when there were very few people yet on the face of the earth, many queer things were wont to happen. It was because the people were yet very ignorant.

Mayon volcano was only then a mountain and as such had no fire or smoke. She was not as beautiful as she is now nor was she rich in vegetation; in fact, she got what she wanted mostly from borrowing from her neighbors as the Malinao Volcano and the Isarog Mountain. The Malinao Volcano (for she was then a volcano) being nearer to Mayon was the one mostly annoyed by the latter for her wants. In all Malinao Volcano was complacent and aided Mayon in all her needs, though at times, she felt like throwing her out of her window, but as by nature she was hospitable, she tried to do her best for her. Mayon, however, took advantage of this and abused the good character of Malinao and went to the extent of even talking what she wanted.

One day Mayon unexpectedly received some visitors and as it was already dinner time she had to prepare food for them but unfortunately there was no more fire in the oven. In haste, she went to her neighbor Malinao and asked for some fire to heat her oven. When she arrived, Malinao had already dined and all the fire in the oven was extinguished; however, she could very well give Mayon some for she had eternal fire in her crater. Malinao, tired of her fastidious neighbor, refused and thus incurred the hatred of Mayon who was more irascible and impulsive. At the time, Malinao was weaving a piece of cloth and beside her lay a big bolo. Mayon insisted on asking for help. Malinao however, was tired and would not yield to her pleadings even an inch. Mayon, thinking of her visitors and the advancing time, made a desperate effort to get the fire without Malinao's consent but Malinao was successful in wresting from her the fire. In desperation, Mayon grabbed the bolo and closing her eyes struck with all her might at Malinao and moments later, on opening her eyes, saw to her fright that she had beheaded Malinao.

Mayon hurried home with the fire and supplied her visitors' needs. She did not return the fire, for Malinao was dead. To this day Mayon sends forth fire from her crater while the Malinao Volcano is now only a mountain without any smoke coming out of its crater. To this day too, the conical crater of Malinao can be seen at her foot where it fell when Mayon cut it off.”

Eugenio, D. L. (Ed.). (1993). Phillippine Folk Literature: The Myths. University of Hawaii Press.

#Damiana Eugenio #Phillippine Folk Literature #Malinao #Isarog #The Quarrel of the Volcanoes #Bicol #Bikol #Filipino Mythology

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kindnessmusic · 3 years

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"I'm now old enough where I have become the subject of college dissertations," the 67-year-old Millington said. And her life has been documented by scholars and a few journalists, most recently in Pitchfork and the BBC documentary Girl In a Band. Yet the incredible richness of Millington's life remains largely unheralded, a fact that Millington hopes will be remedied by the new, enormous memoir detailing the life choices leading up to and encompassing Fanny's rise.

Why is June Millington still mostly unknown, especially now, when the Web is alight with interest in feminist rock and intersectional politics? Here is a virtuoso guitarist who's written myriad songs celebrating women's power; a biracial woman born in the Phillippines who helped pioneer West Coast garage rock and then went on to connect with glam and heavy metal and record at The Beatles' Abbey Road; to play on the best-selling women's music album of all time, The Changer and the Changed and to found a rock and roll camp for girls when the idea of doing so barely existed. Millington has everything it takes to be a mythologized rock hero. There are signs that the recognition due her may finally come, yet she still struggles to be recognized.

#june millington

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aestherians · 4 years

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Hello! Do you know of any winged humanoids from folklore or mythology, apart from angels? I've been trying to figure out my kintype for a while now, and I have a strong and yet hard to explain feeling that I was a winged humanoid of some sort. I've considered angelkin and even faekin, but neither of them felt right. I apologize if this isn't the right place to ask - I love your blog and have found all your information very useful, so I figured I might as well ask here just in case. Thanks!

Disclaimer before I get into this: Please get your back checked out to make sure what you’re feeling isn’t actually tension. If you slouch or sit down a lot or wear a backpack, there’s a good chance you have built up some tension in your shoulders. This can often feel similar to phantom wings. If you feel any kind of pain, definitely see someone to fix your back, cause that’s not normal or healthy. Even if there’s no pain, there’s still a good chance it’s tension.

Okay so. My immediate thought is Apkallu, which are demi-gods or protective spirits from ancient Mesopotamia - most a fish-people, but some are bird-people with either just wings or wings and a bird head.

Most winged people in mythology are specific people, like Icarus or Garuda. And most winged species (i.e. not specific people) are far more bird than human, like Harpies and Kinnara.

There are also several mythological creatures who have no defined basic shape, like the Jotun, who can look like literally anything. Regular people (Skadi), birds (Hræsvelgr), horses (Svadilfari), giant snakes (Jormungandr), and mermaids (Margyge). If I recall correctly, Jinn are kinda the same (except very tied to fire and smoke, and more often specifically depicted with wings). I’m sure more creatures like this exist in a lot of cultures, but Jotun are the only ones I’m really familiar with.

I have a few creatures that could fit your description:

Anemoi - Gods/personifications of the winds in Greek mythology.

Ekek - People with wings and beaks who eat human flesh at night in Phillippine mythology.

Tengu - Winged people with beaks/long noses from Japanese mythology.

Cryptids - Believe it or not, some consider winged humanoids to be real and cryptozoological in nature. One 1969 encounter tells of a bat-winged humanoid, and several Mothman encounters describe feathered wings.

Aliens - I’m 99% sure I’ve seen bird-winged aliens in some old alien lore (think Pleiadians and Reptilians kind of lore). But for the life of me, I cannot find it. Maybe you’ll have more luck than I.

Lastly: Don’t be afraid of looking into fiction: There are a lot of books with winged humans. The only one I’ve read was The Fledging of Az Gabrielson, which was,,, not good. But it featured the Airborn which were literally just normal people who happened to have wings. Author Brian Alan Burhoe has referred to winged humanoids in general as “Ornithanthropi” (singular ‘ornithanthropus’), which might be a useful word.

And don’t rule out the possibility of being an original species! Plenty of people end up realizing that their species, while similar to something already written about, is different enough that it’s really its own unique thing not to toot my own horn or anything but i have some experience with this.

All in all, I think you need a bit more info than just wings to be able to narrow it down to any specific species.

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