#filipino writer

[theeluisifer]

Kontra: Against Evil

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Terror lives! I'm pleased as hell to announce that Kontra: Against Evil, the new manga that I'm working on as an editor, is already 85 percent funded on @kickstarter! From its conception by friend and author N.P. Alfaro, I knew that Kontra would be something special. And looks like I was correct and audiences are loving it! Not only is it a folk horror story with stunning art and writing, but its setting of the Philippines during the early 1900s (along with the creatures from Pinoy folklore) are uniquely adapted by this creative team.I believe there is a massive need for stories about and by different cultures across the world, and it is an honor to be involved in this project. If you believe in this mission of diversity in storytelling as well, there is a link to Kontra's crowdfunding campaign here!And of course, shares are always welcome!

#horror #manga #manga art #anime and manga #aswang #vampire #vampires #philippines #character art #creature design #mythical creatures #folklore #pinoy #filipino writer

[yourtitakate]

some books by Filipino authors

Sugar and Spite by Gail D. Villanueva  → Two young girls who dislike each other end up becoming friends thanks the magic of a gayuma and the typhoon that threatens their island home. 

The Sleepless by Victor Manibo  → In the wake of a pandemic which causes people to lose the ability to fall asleep, an investigative journalist uncovers a sinister plot behind his boss’s apparent suicide.

The Wolf of Oren-Yaro by K.S. Villoso → After a failed reconciliation with her estranged husband, a queen finds herself behind enemy lines and must return home in order to save her son. But she also maybe finds love along the way?

Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco → The throuple we deserve from Castlevania if they weren’t such cowards. A vampiric married couple team up with a vampire hunter to eradicate a mutant strain of vampires threatening their kingdom. 

You, Me, U.S. by Brigitte Bautista  → A sex worker finds herself falling for her best friend, a saleslady who has dreams of marrying an American in order to give her family a better life in the United States.

Marikit and the Ocean of Stars by Caris Avendaño Cruz → A half-diwata girl discovers her heritage after a birthday party when the forces of darkness come to take her and her powers. She must travel through the land of the engkanto using a map her mother wove into her dress.

If you enjoyed this list, visit my blog Your Tita Kate! I talk more about Filipino authors and books over there. Links in my description and pinned post!

#Filipino author #Filipino writer #Filipino books #book tumblr #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #Filipino #filtheshelves

[lihimlihamtinta]

Isang araw sa muli mong pagmulat, makikita mo ulit ang iyong mga piraso. Mga piraso na tila noong isang araw ay maayos naman at buo. Mapapaisip ka kung bakit nahandito ka nanaman sa simula at muling binubuong pilit ang sarili na sinira ng mga dati rin naman sumira. Binigyan mo ba ulit sila ng kapangyarihang durugin ka? Saktan ka? O baka ikaw na ang problema dahil paulit ulit kang nasasaktan? At sa kabila ng maraming tanong, tulad ng dati ay walang sumasagot kaya heto ka't tahimik, humihikbi at sugatan ang mga kamay na binubuo ang mga piraso ng pader na gagamitin mong pananggalang sa magtatangkang pumasok, humawak o sumilip. Kasunod nito ay ang dilim, lamig at pag iisa. Heto ka at mag isa nanaman. Hahanap ng kalinga, yakap at aruga kasabay nito ang muli mong pag guho at magsisimula ka ulit sa umpisa. Isang araw sa muli mong pagmulat, makikita mo ulit ang iyong mga piraso.

#poetry #tula #spoken word #poem #poets on tumblr #tagalog poetry #tagalog #poems #maikling tula #tulatulaan #makalaya #manulat #manunula #tagalog spoken poetry #poetic #poetscommunity #tagalog spoken words #tagalog thoughts #filipino words #filipino writer

[silasaltair]

kung ganito ang pagmamahal mula sa'yo, pipiliin ko pa rin 'to. bukod sa dahilan na nakasanayan na ito ng sistema ko kundi dahil magaan ang pagmamahal na binibigay mo.

hindi ko kailangan mag-isip ng kung ano-ano; hindi na tinatanong ang sarili kong halaga sapagkat naipadama mo na sa'kin kung gaano ako kahalaga sa pamamagitan ng iyong pagmamahal, sinta.

kaya kung tatanungin ako kung kaninong pagmamahal ang gusto kong maranasan ulit sa pangalawang pagkakataon ay ang isasagot ko ang pagmamahal mo.

dahil pagmamahal mo ang masarap ulit-ulitin sa lahat.

#filipino writer #filipino writing #poetry #my writing #writing #literature

[nahiyasha]

floating through the cosmic unknown

i was once a partly hollowed puppet that trusted the all-knowing people to pull my strings. of course, i knew how to walk the big blue orb on my own but at the same time, because i worried about the immense gaze that was ever so often embedded all over me, i let them take control. because if i committed a mistake on my own, they would immediately shove shame on my face. the moment that they will cease to love the show i gave them is a piercing needle that has always been stuck inside me. i could never bring myself to disappoint anyone. ever.

but as the years dapple me with more knowledge, i realize that people will only care for you when it benefits them. i think that's just our natural human instinct when we want a connection with someone that we perhaps find interesting. when there are the kind of people that make us feel good, this still bears the most of our attention. at least, this has been most of my experience. sometimes, i believe, it's okay. it's okay to follow those who gives you the most pleasurable feelings as long as we understand the limits and our boundaries on certain things.

but when this becomes too much to deal with and this relationship quickly shifts from being so pleasurable to something utterly tormenting, the realization that people only formed a connection with you because it gives them power and are willing to take every good thing that stems from you—is going to leave a lifetime painful impact. how is it that people can appear so genuine but have the most evil intentions?

sadly, this has been the cycle of my friendships during my college years. i only form friendships that lived for as long as a bubble floats in front of me. this, eventually, formed its own universe. when i look back at the earlier years of college, i somehow feel nostalgic with these bubbles of friendships i once had. these people i got to meet but somehow our relationship drifted because we stopped being blockmates. most have graduated, and some had change of plans with their future. i used to pity myself for not being able to keep friendships but then i realized that maybe these kinds of friendships formed on mundane routines just isn't my thing. i am not saying that i need a special kind of connection to remain alive in a friendship, but rather most people i meet were not just meant for me to be genuinely friends with. i guess i just didn't fit in places that i often show up.

if i would be honest, during my long years in college, the only place where i felt like i really belong was in ADVO. despite having a lot of articles to write every single day, the university publication kept me sane. ADVO became my safe space; i was able to express myself in terms of writing, making art, and even in making friends with likeminded people. my self-confidence grew, and for the first time ever, i finally learned how to hold myself a lot better when faced with another human being. however, as years go by and they leave me behind one by one—i found myself going back to where i was before. it was as if i were in my first year of college again. i had no one; i knew no one.

most normal human beings would've probably done it all over again, to make new friends as much as possible, but since i am not normal (AH?!) i hid in my own cave. i just didn't have enough energy to let new people come into my life anymore. at this point, i just really wanted to graduate. sure, i liked our little interactions and the way that they exchange quick banters with their friends were entertaining. but, i have no more light left in me to keep more people at this phase of my life. so, instead of kindling a friendship, i resorted to putting the little energy i had into sharpening my craft: in writing, art, and music.

with this, i had worked with a few writers, have gotten into the world of tattooing, commissioned some tattoo designs, honed my crocheting skills, collabed with a few musicians, and had improved my music/guitar skills. truly, i regret nothing. i may not have had the best of friends nor do i excel greatly in this field, but at least i somewhat have my mental health together. unfortunately, i do not aim high like everyone else. it is just not in my system, so, fulfilling the tiny yearnings that i have within myself were enough to keep me alive this long. now with my frontal lobe fully developed, i have accepted that i can only be certain things when i have the means to do them.

i have learned so much about keeping my mental health in a somewhat acceptable shape—i will forever be grateful that i did this for myself. despite. despite. despite...

as graduation slowly becomes a reality to me, i can finally give myself a pat on the back. this phase of my life is finally turning into a chapter that i can look back to. i can somehow see myself becoming a teacher in the future, but the weight of getting into the world of writing, arts, and music is heavier than my desire to teach: a longing i have been aching to satiate. perhaps this is why i have been so lonely during my college years.

i was once a partly hollowed puppet that trusted the all-knowing people to pull my strings. but i can stand on my own now and i have severed every connection with people that no longer brings value to my life. i am no longer afraid to make mistakes and disappoint people for the choices that i make for my own betterment. shame is a deeply rooted behavior of a person, it is solely a reflection of what they truly feel about themselves when they try to drag you down. i am no longer tied to what pains me.

here's to making a life through the cosmic unknown.

#personal #essay #art #opinion #graduating #gradwaiting #college #prose #writers guild #writerscorner #writers on tumbr #writerscommunity #filipino writer

[kalakian]

Pamamaalam kay Lualhati Bautista, alagad ng sining. Kilala si Lualhati Bautista sa kanyang mga libro tulad ng Gapo, Dekada 70 at Bata Bata Pa'no Ka Ginawa.

#kalakian #pilipino #filipino #lualhati bautista #filipino author #filipino writer #filipino literature #gapo #bata bata pano ka ginawa #dekada 70

[quehorror]

Kamatayan, marahil, ang pinakakinatatakutan kong bagay sa mundo. Na kinakailangan kong magtago at yumukod upang hindi ako matagpuan nito.

Pero nang halikan mo ako, tila ba sumakabilang buhay na 'ko. Na hindi lang hanggang langit ang nilipad ko, dahil pinalibutan ako ng mga tala at sinangayunan ng mga mundo. Na tuluyan ko nang naarok ang sukdulan ng buhay dahil sayo. At nang ilayo mo na ang iyong labi ay saka ko lang napagtanto.

Na pag-ibig ay higit pa sa kahit anong bagay na makalupa. Na pag-ibig ang tumutulak sa atin palabas ng karimlan. Na higit na mas matimbang ang lambing ng iyong bisig kaysa sa karit ni kamatayan. Na kahit may sentensiya ang pagiging mortal, ang bawat araw ko nama'y parang habambuhay dahil sa iyong pagmamahal.

#tagalog thoughts #random thoughts #poetry #tula #spoken word #poem #poets on tumblr #tagalog poetry #poems #tagalog #maikling tula #tulatulaan #manunula #manunulat #write every day #writers #filipino writer #tagalog spoken words #tagalog quotes #sulat #liham #writers and artists #writers on tumblr

[makatakataka]

People decides to be angry because it's easier than to unpack all the underlying emotion they carry. We are afraid of the pain it will cause us so we give it to others. We choose to wound others in the hopes of them sympathizing with our own suffering when instead, we can heal ourselves and ask those significant others to help us. But we don't. As to why i'm not sure. Are we embarrassed or something? Of what, being human?

-yenyen

#makatakataka #quotes #mine #poetry #spilled ink #im back and wooting #writing #filipino #filipino writer #thoughts #reading

[makatang-iska]

There’s a lot on my plate right now.

I cannot add another vow.

Let me be, I need to concentrate.

Don’t hover, lest I’ll be irate.

Please respect my boundaries, it’s there for a reason.

I am trying my best to not get distracted by my phone.

#poeticstories #poetic stories #life #spilled poetry #spilled ink #filipino writer #poetry #my writing #poets on tumblr #makata #alone time #musing #tula

[malayanglakambini]

Untitled Mornings

Sitting alone in my house while crying without any solid reason has been my comfort lately. I find solace in the silent walls of this house. Peace within the distant roars of the cars on the road. And tranquility with the warmth and purrs of my cats and dogs.There is nothing wrong with me. Or is there? I am triggered by the simplest thing I watch, read, or hear. I cried over silly things, and…

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#adhd #anxiety #Essay #filipino writer #journaling #journals #Malayang lakambini #malayanglakambini #marya #maryapollo #mental health #mental health care #mental healthawareness #mornings #random thoughts #tagalog #Tagalog Poetry

[isobelleposts]

Isobelle’s Writing Commissions!

Since it’s summer vacation, I’ve decided to take something up that will help me improve my craft while also earning. I am now open to writing commissions for both English and Tagalog!

Please refer to the image below for more details and inquiries:

Isobelle's Writing Portfolio: (Still in Process)

Reblog for boost is much appreciated! ♡

#writing commissions #filipino writer #letter commissions #poem commissions #speech commissions #isobelle's post #essay commissions #ph writing commissions #story commissions #english writer #tagalog writing #script commissions #review requests #review commissions

[lihimlihamtinta]

Sana kung gaano tayo kalayang mahalin ang gusto natin mahalin ay ganoon din tayo kalayang murahin ang lahat na karapatdapat murahin.

#poetry #tula #spoken word #poem #poets on tumblr #tagalog poetry #tagalog #poems #maikling tula #tulatulaan #manunulat #makata #manunula #writers and artists #makalaya #filipino writer #writerscafe #writers on tumblr #poetic #poets #poetscommunity #poets and poetry #filipino writers #filipino words #tagalog thoughts

[d0ughnnut]

Breathing with you in the same atmosphere; you as my oxygen was everything to me—all I ever needed. Then again the world I created—crumbled and came to a fall.

I held on to artificial life support like air inside a green tank and several tubes right through the nose. But how was I going to live, knowing I was inside a sealed vacuum chamber full of fragments and ripped paper? Laying out together all the scattered clues—it turned out to be a photo of us in a crowd; one that shows just how I was standing there all alone as I take one step back day by day.

My back hit against the wall of the timid chamber and one second the mural of the universe outside my imagination came to sight. In two seconds, it shattered.

Living in a universe where you are no longer my oxygen, I solved the clues. People around me inhaled the same oxygen the same time I do and I no longer need to follow the pattern of your breathing. Every step father away from you makes it easier to exist. You were never the one I need for me to live.

#spilled #prsnl #love #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #i love you #filipino writer #write about #writing #sadness #coffee

[nahiyasha]

euphoria

slather my lips more with your salivated ecstasy. pry my mouth open and speak to me in french —kiss and make me remember that these illusions are safe. perhaps alter my two realities, tell me that i am real—you are real.

this trip has no end, i know. but i've never been loved like this. i would end it if it means i'd get to live again, but then i'll leave you here all alone with no one to hold.

#poems #poetry #sad poems #love poems #poemsdaily #poeticcorner #poetsontumblr #poets corner #writer #writing #creative writing #filipino writer #filipino blogger #writers corner #writers guild #love poem #poems on life #short poem

[liveyourstories]

To you, who are kissed by the sun. 2023.

#poem #poetry #writing #filipino writer #filipino #literature

[quehorror]

Ikaw ang guniguni sa panahon ng tag-init

Ang mga sinag na tagus-tagusan sa bintana tuwing umaga'y parang mga banayad mong paghaplos sa tuwing ako'y ginigising.

Ang unang dampi ng araw sa aking pisngi'y kaparis ng panatag na halik mula sa mahabagin mong mga labi. Sa tuwing lulusot ang maninipis na silahis ng araw sa singit-singit ng mga dahon, mga babahagya mong pagsilip sa akin ang gunita.

Sa tuwing babahain ng liwanag ang sala tuwing alas tres ng hapon, dinidilidili ang pagkalunod ko sa nag-uumapaw mong pagsuyo. Sa paglubog ng araw, ay nakikita kitang masayang namamaalam sa himapapawid. Ngunit hindi gaya ng araw, sa umaga'y hindi ka na magbabalik.

#poetry #tula #spoken word #poem #poets on tumblr #tagalog poetry #poems #tagalog #maikling tula #tulatulaan #makalaya #makata #manunula #manunulat #poets on tumbler #poetsandwriters #poets #poetscommunity #filipino writer #writers and artists #Sulat #Liham #Lihim #love letters #tagalog spoken poetry #tagalog spoken words #tagalog thoughts #spilled thoughts #random thoughts