#the plum blossom deity

[caramelcoconuts]

#355: The Plum Blossom Deity

#the plum blossom deity #plum blossoms #teto kasane #kasane teto #utau #utauloid #vocaloid #synth v #vocal synth #synthesizer v #utau teto #teto synthv

[judasgot-it]

It's not bad luck if it's you

Tecchou doesn't like his birthday, but that doesn't always have to be the case.

Ides of March - the famous event in history where Julius Ceasar had been stabbed to death by his own court. Even his closest friends and confidants.

It was Tecchou's birthday as well, and he felt that it might have been a part of that curse. Maybe it was because he was a man who had been born on Women's History Month, but he truly had suffered from some horrible birthdays.

On one of them, his sister died. Pretty bad birthday if he were to be asked.

Another one, he had seen a cat get run over. He was seven and it was a traumatic memory. It made him more of a dog person after that.

When he was older, maybe because his birthday was already a bad memory for him, he took the whole day to be bad luck - stepping in dog shit, losing his favorite fork, and his own sword splitting into two during a battle.

He had started to just treat it like a bad day that he wanted to get over with. Another obstacle, a day that could somehow leave him in near tears from the emotion of being treated like garbage. All from some higher deity above.

Before, he had maybe a mother who would try to celebrate it. But she had died in the war, alongside many other members of his family.

He was possibly the only one who remembered that his clock had started today.

So when you had asked him, a fresh face to the team, what his birthday was - all he could say was:

"It doesn't matter."

You had chewed him out. Insisting that his birthday was more than important, that of course, you cared.

That had been in July. The two of you had begun dating in December.

Tecchou had told you that his birthday was in March. He didn't want a real birthday gift - maybe a cake, since that was traditional.

But you had surprised him.

He had been born in the daytime, and while you two both were deep in Yokohoma, you had taken him to your surprise.

An abandoned home, most likely owned by a wealthy man before. It wasn't abandoned too long ago, but the courtyard was in full bloom - plum blossoms covered the entire area, from the ground to the sky.

Clearly, the man had once been a fan. Tecchou might have appreciated talking to him if he was still here on this Earth.

Tecchou felt slight unease - he was a hunting dog, but this day typically spelled 'bad luck' for him. There was a chance this house could be littered with c4.

But you refused to let him stew in his thoughts of anxiety. Instead, you forced him to close his eyes like a child while you brought out a small cake - one that only the two of you could share. How you had hidden it in your pocket, he didn't know, but he appreciated the gesture.

It was something sweet. The cake was intimate, and he felt your hands all over him as you fed him his half and cleaned his cheeks with your lips.

Like a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He found himself smiling easily, and a bubbly sensation tugged at his ribs - something he had forgotten the feeling of.

Not to be like "i can fix him" but I could make Tecchou laugh guys. I swear, I can make him laugh. Also ngl this is based on some irl experience, sucks when bad stuff happens on ur bday.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou bsd #tetcho x reader #tetcho x you #tecchou x you #happy birthday tecchou

[stirringwinds]

are there certain visual themes or imagery you yourself particularly associate with yao as an artist or writer? i'm trying to visualize the nations better...

hmmm, interesting question. i like incorporating nature imagery into the hetalias, especially old nations like yao. there's something mythical and compelling about the sense of age and vastness that evokes. these are some (non-exhaustive) thoughts i've had:

a. i always associate yao with rivers and water; the Yellow River in particular, which is often seen as the "cradle" of Chinese civilisation (but of course, there's also the Yangtze, and the Pearl River too). rivers are life-giving but also untameable, powerful and dangerous—the Yellow River's fertile silt birthed agriculture and civilisation, but its destructive floods have claimed uncounted lives over the millennia of Chinese history. and...that's kind of how yao is, as a nation and an empire, towards others of their kind. the source of cultural and artistic innovations, but also death. water can be fluid, life-giving and nurturing, but also as treacherous as a torrential flood sweeping everything away, no?

like the Yellow River's relationship with humanity, yao's impact on world history feels to me like this duality of life and death; peace and warfare; mentor, empire, conqueror... it's like, yao's been a teacher to many others but...i don't think their predominant image of him is as a warm and nurturing figure. maybe more so with his own people, but less so with other nations. being the old warlord he is, he'd say certain things very matter-of-factly (especially to yong-soo and kiku), about how power is the only language their kind universally understands, or about history being written by the victors (when we consider how the only surviving written sources about certain periods of asian history are only chinese ones...), inasmuch he'd talk about the importance of confucian virtue, integrity and humility on other occasions.

b. for obvious reasons; dragons—they and rivers both have that overlapping association of being serpentine, powerful and untameable. in contrast to how european dragons often took on villainous roles and were harbingers of disaster, it's important to note chinese dragons usually have far more positive cultural connotations. they symbolise prosperity, fortune and are guardians; often associated with power over water (so again; Yao and rivers and water.) many dragons are associated with a particular river or sea. they're also believed to have powers over the weather and were often prayed to. after all, the capriciousness of the rains ruled people's lives so much through natural disasters or made a difference between a bountiful harvest and a famine. so, i think at various points in history his people might also have understood him as a literal dragon (spirit/deity) walking around in a human guise. dragons are also a visual staple of chinese culture, from statues to jewellery. at the same time: while they're auspicious symbols—dragons can of course have aggressive and far less benign connotations if we consider how they became symbols of the emperor—and thus chinese imperial power and dominion over others. he evokes majesty, but also dread from that perspective.

c. plum blossoms: much like the sakura in japanese culture, plum blossoms are one beloved motif you'll see showing up in chinese art and literature throughout history. they're elegant and ethereal, also a symbol of both transience and renewal in a way, i'd say—their blossoms wither and die, but they come back each year. there's also that saying about how without a bitter cold, you won't have the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms, because they start blooming in winter. that's...very yao to me. china, as an idea, makes me think of a lot of elegant and refined traditional culture (like poetry or paintings) which plum blossoms recall—but i also think of humbler themes—the simpler idea of someone and something who is enduring, adaptable and resilient. who endures the harshest weather time and time again until spring arrives, the way my (peasant) ancestors probably did, carving their way through all the hardships of chinese history. yao might appear refined in an indulgent, wealthy way when he's dressed in his finest silk hanfu or a smart western suit in the modern day—but if you shake his hand, his palms are always callused and you can just see the weight (and hard-won experience) of centuries in his gaze.

#hetalia #hws china #hetalia headcanons #wang yao

[iicomet]

(rewrite-ish) part II

(In which he ponders over the final moments of his senior.) (ooc? chungmyung and gn!reader - third to second pov, angst.)

(tw! mention of blood, war.)

  In his blurred memories of blood and violence, he wonders where everything went wrong. 

  He wished it was just a simple, ‘oh, senior accidentally stumbled on their feet and landed on their face right in front of their enemies!’. But honestly, when had the gods ever favored him? If not him, when had the Gods ever favored his senior? He swore that perhaps the ever benevolent senior had wronged a deity in their past life, for their misfortune and their sufferings shouldn’t be given to a saint like them.

  Or maybe that stupidly kind senior took the blame of a friend and gained their curses instead. That sounded much more plausible, to be frank. He wished he could grumble about it, but a part of him wonders why his senior became like this. 

  Even if he wanted to, it’s not like he could ask them now.

  Chung Myung was no fool. He knew that in a war, there would be casualties, even if he was the strongest. It’s a dog-eat-dog kind of world out there, especially when the apex predator in this situation is the so-called heavenly demon Cheonma. In that situation, even him, who was renowned as the ‘plum blossom sword saint’, a person who would wreck others’ swords and pride easily with a single blow, felt like a mere rabbit struggling for survival. 

  It’s so, so tiring. It hurts so, so much.

 Chung Myung could feel his blood drip down his skin, mixing with his sweat and producing a disgusting smell he tried to ignore. If Senior was around, maybe they would swat him away with a disgusted expression, telling him to go clean up or something. They would pinch their nose and scrunch up their eyebrows, a deep frown decorating their usual calm and collected face. During those moments, it was times where he would either be a good junior brother and obey his senior’s requests, or he would annoy them and stick closer to them, earning several frustrated shouts and futile attempts to pry him off.

  He wonders, how his senior was managing? Someone as strong as them, would surely be able to fend themselves easily, right?

  Oh, how he wished he was right. 

  But then again, perhaps the uneasy expression in his senior’s eyes before they departed for the journey would have warned him about the impending doom and unsettling feeling he had ignored at that moment. He should’ve stayed, tried to ask his senior what’s wrong, and maybe even protected his senior who shielded the entire mount hua with only a foolish smile and a sword in hand.

  He really should’ve tried, even if he never managed to understand his senior. 

  When Chung Myung landed eyes upon his senior, he wished he could run towards them and block that swing. He wished that instead of fearing, he would’ve taken action instead. He wished that instead of shouting his senior’s name, he would’ve run and taken it for them. 

  Senior, why were you so stupid? Why did you only watch as the sword hits your chest, letting the tears you usually try to hold back flow down your cheeks? Why did the grip on your sword tighten as if you were going to war, yet your free hand tried to hold your opponent’s face, cradling it so softly as if they might break?

  Senior, you’re so stupid. He couldn’t see your attacker’s expression, but he knew it held no love, for the desperate and heart-broken eyes you showed clearly reflected their face. The emotions you always tried to reign in, rained down your features so clearly now. The eyes that used to glimmer brightly in the sun, the eyes he used to love staring at, the eyes he could get lost in—It reflected the face of a person who he held so much hatred towards. At that moment, perhaps he was also angry that you held so much love towards that ungrateful bastard who had struck you. But, it’s all useless now, right?

  Maybe you still had some sense in you when you raised your sword once more, realizing your duty and blocking off your feelings as if it was second nature. Once more, you showed your swordsmanship to the world, as if it was your final dance, your final performance before you’ve retired from the stage. Swords clashed against each other, the metal resounding across the stadium of your show as you replayed the tragedy of the eon. Light against dark, your determined expression faltering and revealing so much regret and pain. Chung Myung would’ve wondered what you regretted at that moment, for his entire life, you seemed as if you lived with no worries. But, he was no fool. He knew there were nights where you spent it alone, staring at the moon as if a lover had lost everything to the hands of fate.

  Senior, why did you smile at him when your heart was so heavy with pain?

  Even at that moment, where your life seemed to begin replaying before your eyes, you still smiled when you saw him, that same sheepish expression revealing itself whenever he caught you. 

  You whispered something to him, but he couldn’t hear it. He was too far, he always had been. And you, you had always walked too quickly for him to catch up. Not only him, you’ve always managed to outrun everyone else in Mount hua, always so far away from everyone else. Nobody could ever catch up to you. Nobody could ever understand you.

  Even so, he wanted to be the first. He wanted to be there for you, just like how you were to him. So, why didn’t you give him a chance? Why did you leave so soon? Just when he thought he was able to, it seemed that you were still so, so far away from him. You always managed to catch him, so why couldn’t he do the same for you?

  Senior, in your game of tag, can he play again with you soon? He promises he will try to catch you this time, so don’t leave so soon. He’s asking you politely, he swears he is. He wouldn’t be rude, he wouldn’t tease you and he wouldn’t smother you whenever you think he’s dirty. He’ll listen to you this time, so won’t you be a good senior and play again with him?

  Chung Myung ignores the rain falling down his skin as he begs for the Gods to give him a chance. He ignores the way his body moves on instinct as he battles across your destroyed theater, hoping for a chance to meet you halfway through. Yet when all he is met with is the aftermath of a war, your body nowhere to be found, he falls to the ground, utterly exhausted.

  Right, he had killed Cheonma.

  He wanted to celebrate this moment with you. But instead, he lies there lifelessly, his body too tired to do anything. Chung Myung thinks he heard your voice, calling out to him and he is reminded of the time where you would let him rest on your shoulder when he was tired, even if he was dirty. Stupid senior, you never really cared about it, didn’t you? All you wanted was for him to be happy. 

  But now, you have killed his heart. How could he be happy now? 

  He wants to rest on your shoulder once more, hear you hum a random tune as you ramble on about whatever that interests you. He wants to hear your voice once more, and this time he promises not to grumble about your nagging. He wants to feel your warmth against his skin once more, not the cold pile of body that lays beneath him. 

  Senior, he wants you to come back. So please, come home already.

#return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #rotbb #x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #cheong myeong #chung myung #cheongmyeong #chung myung x reader #chungmyung #rotmhs x reader #gn reader #rotbb x reader #why am i always writing during my exams i should be studying #rewrite but it strays so far from the original fic AHAHAHAH #no beta we die like cm/senior #enjoy guys i think i like this one (so far) #i think i might rewrite the second fic before i republish it (watch me take another ten years to post again) #senior of mount hua

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Analysing Benkei & Wakasa's tattoos and clothes on their volume cover !

Starting with Benkei’s tattoo :

First, the Mitsudomoe, the spinning thingies the bulls have on their head/as their head. It is associated with samurai, martial arts and the God of War Hachiman. It can symbolize several things such as : life, water, protection, man-earth-sky, earth-heaven-underworld…

I couldn’t find much about cows/bulls in Japan. But there’s still Akabeko (‘red bull’) that I can talk about, although I don’t see how it can be linked to Benkei (maybe it’ll come to me later).

They aren’t popular animal in Japan, they don’t hold a huge cultural importance/influence (unlike foxes, turles, koi or cranes for example). They are associated with the god Tenjin, god of scholars, academics and learning. In Aizu, they are said to have saved the people from a smallpox epidemic.

And an important fact : it’s Ragnarok’s emblem.

He was barely 14 when BD was created. Actually, his birthday had been the week prior ! And he already got his tattoo, so he was 13 at most when he got tattoed. Probably when he became Ragnarok 3rd Generation leader, perhaps before ? We don’t know how he got into Ragnarok after all. And here’s the thing, 13 isn’t the oldest a tr character was when they got tattooed – Draken & Mitsuya where like 10 – but Benkei’s tattoos, 1. cover his pectorals and upper-arms, like some irezumi, Yakuza tattoo, 2. it’s Ragnarok emblems. The only other characters I can think of that got their gang/organisation tattooed on their body are Bonten members. And they aren’t 13 or younger.

Benkei got a full Irezumi, although with rather tribal art/not traditional japanese art/not how Irezumi commonly look (and also i don’t think he got anything on his back) at age 13 or younger.

The ‘why’ lies in his backstory which we can only make suppositions on (since we don’t have it ofc). He (and Wakasa) could have been around delinquents (notably, the previous Ragnarok leaders) as a child. And if that happened before 1992 and the anti-gangs laws (which were really anti-yakuza only), then, yes, he could’ve gotten a full-irezumi that young, thinking he’d become a yakuza someday (which Ragnarok leaders 1 & 2 probably did)

Ragnarok should mean a lot to him to get such imposing tattoos on his body.

Now, about Wakasa.

The only visible thing are the flowers. They’re don’t seem to be camelias like he has on his Brahman uniform but rather peonies or roses (take that with a pinch of salt, I’m not a flower professionnal). Peonies symbolize honor, bravery, courage, good fortune, wealth, prosperity. It’s is nicknamed ‘the queen/king of flowers’ as well as ‘the rose without thorns’ and is a common filler in irezumi. Roses symbolize the same things as they do in the western flower language – to name the best-known, love and passion.

And then there’s this thing

And I’m going full instinct and say it’s a komainu. Because it’d make SO MUCH sense for Wakasa (and it would for Benkei too!) to have one.

The important things about Komainu for this post are : 1. they’re guardians of sacred places in Japan (such as Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines), ward off evil spirits, are deities’ protectors, and are always in pair 2. most of the time, one has its mouth open, the other has its closed. do you see where i’m coming from and where i’m going.

I don’t need to extant on the first point, you all get it, and the second, I think you do too but –

Wakui really just decided to always make Benkei grin his teeth and Wakasa always (?at least mostly) has his mouth shut. Because. Because they’re Shinichiro’s (and possibly Takeomi’s, most definitely BD as a whole) guardians.

Wakui Ken is a very funny man imo

About their volume cover now, Wakasa keeps his peonies, and add plum or cherry blossoms. I’ll stick with plum, since cherry blossoms are Senju’s flowers. Plum blossom symbolize good fortune, herald of spring and ward off evil spirits.

Benkei is the one to have (opened) camelias (or peonies ! Opened peonies look like that, too, althought with more petals) this time, among waves. Waves symbolize movement, strength, fluidity, life. It compares life to water ; both can be strong and swift but also gentle and calm ; power and resilience.

He has several Mitsudomoe as well which come with Raijin and Fujin (one of the rare things I’m 100 % sure of).

Wakasa was meant to represent Fujin and Benkei Raijin. 1, those two are rivals and fight for the control over the sky 2, Raijin has Mitsudomoe and Fujin wears clothes made of leopard skin 3, Raijin has a red skin – Benkei was nicknamed Red Cliff because of that one time he walked out a fight covered in blood.

Futhermore, Fujin is the god of wind – Wakasa’s fighting style is light and fast – and is nonchalant ; apathetic (as he can be both the calm wind and the storm) – which fits Wakasa’s own personality. Raijin is the god of thunder and owns hammers – like Thor. Both Fujin and Raijin cause troubles but aren’t evil spirits.

And since by analysing Benkei’s tattoos I analyse Ragnarok emblem, have the only thing I figured about to Kodo Rengo’s :

It looks like a raising sun with its rays. The triangle is most likely Wakasa, while the rays (there are 12 of them) are each of the gangs that make up Kodo Rengo. The sun is the source of all life and light and has cleansing powers, yada yada, they were made to rivalize Benkei’s Ragnarok. Plus, the rays kinda look like spears ? You know, to push Ragnarok back ? And it’s also Japan/Japanese Imperial Family/Japan ‘main’ godess, Amaterasu‘s symbol. Wakasa is never beating my those young-master-from-a-yakuza-family allegations. Never.

#also i cant see what is tattooed on benkei’s chest and it’s pissing me off #is it another part of the body of the bulls ? #tr #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tok rev #No wonder Wakasa and Benkei are called living legends. Men were both inspired by Benkei and Yoshitsune no Minamoto + Raijin and Fujin #tr wakasa #tr benkei #tokrev wakasa #tokrev benkei #wakasa imaushi #arashi keizo #arashi keizou #benwaka #black dragon #black dragon first gen

[vocaloidsongtournament]

April 2024 Vocaloid Song Tournament

Round 1, Set 2, Match 3: Mosu. by Shü vs. The Plum Blossom Deity by SLAVE.V-V-R

Please listen to both songs before casting your vote! And please reblog for a bigger sample size!

#vocaloid #utauloid #utau #synthesizer v #synthv #synth v #kasane teto #teto kasane #teto utau #teto synthv #teto vocaloid #Youtube

[cypriathus]

Here are two ascended deities!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: I go into detail about mental health issues, how the following characters died, and a bit of sexual content.

Holikazuste G’Zneklarbjomithus is an ascended age, commerce, wealth, and sex god with a carefree attitude and he’s noticeably lazy, possessing a disinclination to laborious action. He has a selfish desire for material gain and social value, and he’s concupiscent and flirtatious around those who grab his attention. Due to his greediness, he places value on high status by exhibiting many traits of hegemonic masculinity such as confidence and competitiveness. He derives immense sexual gratification from inflicting pain and humiliation on other people and himself. He's a quick-witted individual and expressive orator with a raunchy sense of humour, intellectual curiosity, and predatory aggressiveness. He’s able to easily adjust to changing circumstances, and he’s often in a continuous state of happiness even if he doesn’t show it. Holikazuste tends to struggle with indecisiveness and engage in irresponsibly playful behaviour that he finds to be fairly endearing. He has narcissistic personality disorder, which means that he’s arrogant with a sense of self-competence. He’s preoccupied with power, beauty, and success, while interpersonally exploiting people for his own gain. He has an inability to handle criticism, excessive craving for admiration, and reduced levels of empathy. He thrives on excitement and merrymaking, and he possesses a catalytic value of truth as he openly embraces his crude assertiveness. He has an irresistible charismatic presence and a fondness for giving excessive compliments in order to make himself feel more attractive and important.

In his humanoid form, he’s a well-endowed man with a gorgeous mesomorphic body type that has broad shoulders, muscular limbs, and a slightly prominent belly. He has an approximate height of 8 ft (243.84 cm) and messy, side-swept hair of brown black that’s often dyed either a mauve, berry blue or raspberry. He also has circumareolo-pecto-sterno-infraclavicular and dispersed abdominal brown black hair. His skin is a platinum grey with dark spots on the face, back of his hands, and shoulders. His forearms, inner thighs, lower legs, and back are covered in numerous healed scars. He possesses dull sunburst viridian-cadillac eyes, shark-like teeth, and two pointed tongues. Holikazuste dons a porcelain white bolero hat of soft velvet with two ostrich feathers as well as gilded galloon and tassels. He has a copper rose mozzetta with the front depicting a brown bear that has a plum blossom branch in its mouth. He has a faded jade sash with gold embroidery of the simurgh and a viburnum willow, a long-sleeved porcelain flax shirt, and silk baggy pants of green pea. He also wears a long, fur-lined robe of shimmering saffron and knee-high, lace-up black leather boots. He has a gold cock piercing, a silver lip piercing, spider bites piercing, an orbital piercing, rhodochrosite wire hook earrings, an obsidian signet ring on his left index finger, and a ruby solitaire ring on his left middle finger.

In his godly manifestation, he retains his slightly prominent belly, hairstyle, skin colour, dark spots on the face, and eyes. He’s now a 11 ft (335.28 cm) androgyne with his head, neck, and a portion of the chest and shoulders covered in lifeless skin. Holikazuste’s skin is pulled by sixteen gold hooks clamped into the uncovered flesh of his ectomorphic body with muscular limbs, slight breasts, sloping shoulders, and both masculine and feminine reproductive organs. The shaft of his crudely circumcised, phallic appendage is wrapped in barbed wire with a four pronged drill-bit surrounding the penis glands, and a nail goes through his nose. His mouth has two rows of yellowed bear teeth and three forked tongues covered in translucent black slime. He has draconic wings from the middle of his back and wires that come out of his cheeks, which intertwine into a metal semi-circle frame. It has six more wires that lead down to the back of his neck where the flesh has been cut and peeled back. His flesh is a glistening cascade and a black eye with royal heath sheen are on both palms of his clawed hands. He still wears his porcelain bolero hat, faded jade sash, and jewellery, but he has new accessories to suit his godly form. Gold bracelets of six hoops adorn his lower arms and he dons a chrysocolla cloth that he uses as a skirt. In both forms, Holikazuste often carries around a leather cat o’ nine tails with spiked ends, a poignard, and a lucky fox tail that’s tied around his waist with rope.

He’s able to fully manipulate age, growth, newness, progress, decomposition, lifespan, youth, puberty, senescence, economy, ownership, rarity, greed, metal, fertility, harvest, passion, pleasure, lust, fetishes, and pain. Holikazuste can bestow longevity to those who truly desire it or he personally likes, and he feeds off of sexual energy. He possesses supreme monopoly, charisma, stealth, luck, stamina, regeneration, endurance, flexibility, and beauty. He can project seductive thoughts into the subconsciousness of his sentient targets and generate pheromones that cause love, economic professionalism, and materialistic desires. He has the ability to mentally sense all kinds of emotions within his vicinity, and he possesses happiness and a libido that are indomitable. His kiss can grant people disease immunity, heal them of their physical wounds, and strengthen their libido. His blood has aphrodisiac properties, and he can sire a generation of children in a matter of months. He has an aura of attractiveness that naturally induces pleasure and libidinous desire, and he knows everything about commerce, love, lust, relationships, sexuality, and fetishes. Holikazuste is able to read, speak, and understand all known languages, but he struggles with putting them in black and white due to his poor writing skills. He can only change between his humanoid, godly, and unknowable manifestations and stop time if things get too hectic for his liking.

FAMILY:

1000+ children

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Calamus Pig

Lucky Merchant

Maturation of Swiftness

Quick Destroyer of Negotiation

He Who Shall Violate Our Boundaries

Seductive Lord Who Dabbles Into The Game of Chance

Holika (by most people)

G’Znekla (by a few people)

Vinegar son of wine (by most people)

Demented ostrich (by some people)

Messy hair of Kontanas (by Kicnemura)

Khuylo (“dickhead” in Ukrainian) (by Kicnemura)

Tormentor of my ill dreams (by Plocedruszina)

My indescribable hate (by Plocedruszina)

Flesh-clinger (by Plocedruszina)

Molester (by Plocedruszina)

Pussy-eating leech (by Plocedruszina)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s pansexual

He’s an avatar of Kaldjehwozrinus

He was a notorious Eurasian merchant and owner of a brothel.

He fell in love with one of the prostitutes that attended his brothel, but it’s unknown what happened to her. After her sudden disappearance, rumours spread that he murdered her and sold her organs on the black market.

He knows how to write in Russian, Ukrainian, Latvian, Finnish, Polish, Georgian, Kazakh, Mongolian, Chinese, Korean, and Italian.

He died of deliberate suffocation and blunt force trauma to the spinal cord by a group of bandits during his travels across Russia. It’s believed that they cut off his head, limbs, and genitals, burying each body part in different locations.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Holikazuste means “wholly burnt” and G’Zneklarbjomithus means “shepherd who irritably chases the malignant brimstone, phosphorus hazard that laughs of eloquence, tiger’s beguiling cyclone or petulant smoker”.

His sacred animals are the rooster, tortoise, bull, goldfish, opossum, starfish, dolphin, mandarin duck, and nurse shark.

His sacred plants are the palm tree, sweetheart hoya, Dracaena trifasciata, string of hearts, forget-me-not, and Philodendron.

Holikazuste likes to speak in a flowery, yet slightly cryptic manner

He deeply cares about his avatars, especially Plocedruszina as she’s considered to be his “undeniably favourite plaything”.

Bjathurszomeni M’Guktjehodzripa, born as Hendazorsugi Khabletofius, is an ascended knowledge, magic, health, and warden god who has voyeuristic disorder and hoarding disorder. He sometimes becomes distressed due to his voyeuristic urges and fantasies, experiencing a persistent, intense arousal from observing people undress or engage in sexual activities. He feels inclined to keep and collect items that have little or no monetary value, but he mostly struggles with organising them. He’s extremely attached to those items, refusing to let anyone touch or borrow them without gaining his hard-earned trust. As a studious man, Bjathurszomeni is highly motivated and focused on his intellectual pursuits, taking in every piece of knowledge with contemplative care. He shows sincere and intense conviction to a considerable degree, and he has a decently firm grip on wisdom. He can be quite careful and hard-working, but he will occasionally embrace his inner child and take breaks when needed. He’s conservative in his emotions and he possesses a fairly easy-going attitude, but he’ll leash out in fury when his personal space or rules he sees as sacred are purposefully violated. He’s a morally righteous individual who doesn’t stand for heinous acts and irredeemable perpetrators. He shows genuine enjoyment in sharing his spiritual and professional knowledge with others he deems as worthy. He strongly values his autonomy, exhibiting a partial detachment from people in order to work alone. He’s fairly confident, protective, and respectful, and he often maintains an icy, yet polite demeanour.

He’s nearing 7’ 7” (231.14 cm), and he possesses an inverted triangular ectomorph body with a square chest, sloping shoulders, and a slightly rounded belly. He has ivory skin, green eyes with flecks of red and gold, and a short spiky haircut of copper. He also has circumareolo-sterno-infraclavicular and acuminate abdominal hair, and seven black moles across his body: one in the middle of his forehead; one near the left side of his neck; one on his right pectoralis major; one on his right external oblique; two on his left gluteus maximus; and one on his left adductor longus. He prefers to wear a short-sleeved highland green undertunic and white loincloth of ermine tails that’s covered by an alabaster alb and a matterhorn scapular. He also has a matterhorn hooded cloak, a rope-like cincture of intertwining gold and green threads, tamarind canvas trousers, dirty brown boots, and a luxor gold kalimavkion. The turmeric embroidery in front of his kalimavkion depicts a unicorn with an eclipsed sun on its back, climbing up a jagged rock with a lemniscate centipede above calm waters. On the right side above the bat-winged centipede are scissors that form an X-shape with an alchemical retort symbol (🝭) in between the blades.

After he ascended, not much of his physical and outfit appearance has changed, but there are a few differences. His skin is now a white rock, and he has four eyes, a serpentine tongue, red claws and talons, and a near absence of body hair. He has a green head, pointed ears, and three purplish lines underneath each of his eyes to his jawline. He doesn’t have his original trousers and his dirty brown boots are now replaced with a pair of golden rope sandals. His hooded cloak is a dusty grey with wine berry outlining and floral patterning in blue-green, red-violet, yellow-orange, jade green, bronze, and gold. He continues to carry around a satchel, a nazar amulet, an ancient book on alchemy, and bottled herbs. He also carries a gilded papal cross staff with the lowest horizontal bar containing three silver bells on each side and a circular blue apatite on the top.

He’s a master of all alchemical practices with immense knowledge on magic, the occult, the supernatural, and everything relating to it. He possesses and uses extremely dangerous and forbidden knowledge that no mortal should be allowed access to. Bjathurszomeni has encyclopedic knowledge of all recorded material in existence and full comprehension of any situation. He has mental capacity, wisdom, agility, endurance, regeneration, speed, vision, and hearing that nears absolution. He's able to manipulate magical force, supernatural law and properties, the biology of living organisms, cleanliness, healing energy, medicine, intelligence, reading, writing, and studying. His bodily fluids have healing properties and he manually heals people through the use of spiritual energy. He can perform surgeries on a supernatural level in order to treat incurable diseases and reanimate or resurrect the deceased. He's fully immune to all types of poisons, toxins, venoms, viruses, bacteria, parasites, pathogens, allergens, and diseases. He can perfectly recall and remember absolutely everything he thinks, feels, encounters, and experiences. He’s fully capable of psychically manipulating his neurological system by intuitively altering the wiring and functions in his cerebellum. This allows Bjathurszomeni to flawlessly enhance his intelligence to possess insight and knowledge to learn whatever he’s interested in. He possesses mind-reading, telepathy, dream interpretation, precognition, cosmic awareness, omnilingualism, and escape artistry and prevention, and he can shapeshift into a fox, wolf, domestic dog, raven, vulture, owl, and shark. He’s able to imprison spiritual and physical targets in obscuring shadows, spiked threads of blood, and cage-like constructs made from star remnants.

FAMILY:

Unnamed wife

Seven children

Volczebuthrija X’Uylmaboskezirg (lover)

Bonaklemus (descendent)

Unnamed five Phavodimetrus male descendents

Unnamed seven Phavodimetrus female descendents

Zimanoblukter Phavodimetrus (descendent)

Ikarondelus Kurshalojze Phavodimetrus (descendent)

Folsepruniva Phavodimetrus (descendent)

Eyrakhtonius Phavodimetrus (descendent)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

High Constable

Night Watchman

The Cutter’s Study

Herald of the Silent Night

The Most Sacred Priest of Valczebjowius

He Who Bears Elusive Secrets That No One Should Utter

Father Khabletofius

Mister Hendazorsugi (by some people)

Khableto (by a few people)

Hendazor (by a few people)

Bjathurszo (by some people)

M’Guktje (by some people)

Hodaszrepi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s panromantic demisexual

He’s an avatar of Hekanotius, Ymabjelphorvius, and an unknown health deity.

He prefers to hoard books, manuscripts, religious clothing, and scraps of fabric.

He tries his absolute best to not drag people into his voyeuristic experiences without consent.

He was originally a hierophant of one of the designated temples of Valczebjowius and his family. He was secretly a practitioner of alchemy and medicine, using the library he owned as an alchemical and medical facility. He also owned an orphanage for parentless children.

He has a tongue piercing, but it’s kept as a secret because he feels immense shame when he brings it up or people notice.

He thinks that Volczebuthrija is a reincarnation of his dead wife

After finding out that he’s an alchemist, his followers were highly offended by this due to their distaste for mages. They stripped him naked, only leaving him in his ermine loincloth, and threw him into the dungeon of the temple he ordered to be built, restraining him with chains. During his detainment, they burned down his orphanage and library, and killed his wife and three of his children were brutally murdered in front of him. He has raped, humiliated, threatened of severe disfigurement, whipped, and let to mostly starve and dehydrate. After three days of torture, he was publicly executed through the use of a wicker man, burning him in a pyre with first fruits and a few animals.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Bjathurszomeni means “eroded muse of the breeding abundance or knowing revelation” and M’Guktjehodzripa means “horizon over the monarch’s aching pit, partaker in the ambivalent delirium or invading the amber mud”. In regards to his birth name, Hendazorsugi means “torch-bearer who goes in front” and Khabletofius means “to be a worthy successor or breath of god’s king”.

His sacred animals are the giraffe, octopus, crane, ant, dragon, tiger, horse, goldfinch, hummingbird, and Tasmanian devil.

His sacred plants are the passionflower, Calendula, Heliotropium, peyote, daisy, peace lily, and evening primrose.

Bjathurszomeni often talks to himself when he’s alone

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #potential trigger warning #viewer discretion is advised #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #deity #god #ascension #merchant #brothel #scholar #hierophant #alchemist #orphanage #library #fun facts #extra information

[the-occult-lounge]

𝓐 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓘𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓬

Imbolc is a Celtic tradition that marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. The Celtic pagan holiday falls on February 1st-2nd and heralds the change of the seasons and the shift from the dark days to the sun filled days ahead. This celebration, from information gathered from Irish poetry, dates back to early 10th century. From informaton gleamed the holiday was originally around the veginning of spring and aligned more towards rebirth. However, we can justify this with the meanjng of the word Imbolc. The holiday's name means 'in the belly of the mother' and within the earth at this time sturs the seeds of spring.

Brigid resides over this holiday and was originally worshipped by a class of poets and historians called the Filid. Brigid is a Celtic fire and fertility goddess, daughter of Dagda, lineage of the Tuath du Danann, and deemed one of the most powerful Celtic deities. It is also believed that she is a triple goddess due to the fact that she has two sisters with the same name but they seem to represent different aspects which is very much the summize of most triple deities. As time moved away from paganism Brigid was adopted into Christianity as St. Brigid and was still saint/goddess of dairy maids, cattle, midwives, newborns and nuns.

Per https://www.history.com/topics/holidays/imbolc:

"Brigid appears in the saga Cath Maige Tuired and the Lebor Gabála Érenn, a purported history of Ireland collected from various poems and texts in the 10th century."

"Myths about Brigid’s birth say she was born with a flame in her head and drank the milk of a mystical cow from the spirit world. Brigid is credited with the very first keening, a traditional wailing for the dead practiced at funerals by Irish and Scottish women."

𝓘𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓬 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼

❀ Animals: Firebird, Dragon, Groundhog, Deer, Hare, Rabbit, Ewe, Sheep, Lamb

❀ Birds: Robin, Swan

❀ Colors: Brown, Pink, White, Red, Orange, Pale Yellow, Silver, Lavender

❀ Customs: Lighting Candles, Seeking Omens of Spring, Storytelling, Cleaning House, Bonfires, Indoor Planting, Stone Collecting, Candle kept burning dusk till dawn; hearth Re-lighting

❀ Deities: Brigid, Virgin Goddess, Venus, Diana, Februa, Maiden, Child Goddess, Aradia, Athena, Inanna, Vesta, Gaia, Selene(Greek), Cerridwen, Demeter, Persephone, Prosperpina, Vesta, Branwen(Manx-Welsh), Cernunnos, Heme, Osiris, Pan, Cupid/Eros(Greco-Roman), Dumuzi(Sumerian)

❀ Element: Earth, Fire

❀ Flowers: Yellow Flowers, White Flowers, Marigolds, Plum Blossoms, Daffodils

❀ Foods: Dairy, Spicy Foods, Raisins, Pumpkin, Sesame & Sunflower Seeds, Poppyseed Bread/Cake, Honey Cake, Pancakes, Waffles, Herbal Tea, Cheese, Spiced Wine, White Meats, Yogurt

❀ Gender: Female

❀Herbs: Acorns, Angelica, Basil, Bay, Benzoin, Blackberry, Celandine, Chamomile, Clover, Frankensense, Heather, Lavender, Myrrh, Rosemary, Willow

❀Magick Areas: Cleansing, Purification, Renewal, Creative Inspiration, Initiation, Candle Work, House & Temple Blessings, Fertility, Awakening, Protection, Truth, Wand Cleansing

❀ Other Names: Candlemas (Christian), Brigantia (Caledonii), Oimelc, Festival of Light, Brigid’s (Brid, Bride) Day, La Fheill, An Fheille Bride, Candelaria (Mexico), Chinese New Year, Disting-tid (Feb 14th, Teutonic), DisaBlot, Anagantios, Lupercalia/Lupercus (Strega), Groundhog Day please note the celebrations are similar but are vastly different when you look at the details

❀ Scents: Jasmine, Rosemary, Frankincense, Cinnamon, Neroli, Musk, Olive, Sweet Pea, Basil, Myrrh, Wisteria, Apricot, Carnation, Chamomile, Jasmine, Lavender, Rosemary

❀ Stones: Amethyst, Garnet, Onxy, Turquoise

❀ Symbols: Brigid’s Cross, Corn Dollies, Epiphanies, Candles, Lanterns, Sun Wheels

Learn more, like rituals for this holiday, at:

#occult #occultist #occultism #occulltism #occultblr #pagan #paganism #paganblr #witch #witchcraft #witchblr #spirituality #spiritualism #discord

[theogonies]

hiiii umm someone has probably already pointed this out but. uraume is almost definitely a gojo? and very possibly the progenitor of the entire gojo clan. putting the detailed analysis under the cut because this is a long ass post and very slightly spoiler-y for anime onlys

not a very convincing point on its own, but worth pointing out the obvious visual similarities between them. there are lots of other characters with light hair OR eyes but i can't think of any with both. also they're the only ones with pure white hair, even inumaki's is more of an ashy blond color.

but! into the more substantial stuff

according to the official fanbook, uraume and sukuna met 1,000 years ago, around the end of the heian period. in real world history, this was a relatively peaceful time during which japan began developing its own literary/political/intellectual cultures, thus becoming less reliant on china. in jjk, it's referred to as the golden age of sorcerers.

the relevant bit here being that the threat posed by sukuna was enough to draw the world of sorcerers together and push them to their limits.

here's where it gets interesting:

this common ancestor, sugawara no-michizane, was a real historical figure, a poet and politician who earned the support of the current emperor of japan, emperor uda, after lending the emperor his support in a political conflict with another noble family, the fujiwaras.

i mention them by name because in the culling games arc, uro calls yuta a fujiwara, not a sugawara--here's some interesting analysis for the curious. the relevant bit here is that while we don't know of any fujiwaras in the contemporary period, apart from maybe yuta, they were at some point an influential family of sorcerers in the jjk-verse. put a pin in that.

sugawara fell from favor after uda abdicated. eventually the fujiwara clan accused him of supporting the wrong candidate as successor to the emperor's throne, and he and his entire family were banished. sugawara died in exile.

a series of natural disasters led to the belief that sugawara's spirit was attempting to avenge its wrongful death. this is probably why maki refers to sugawara as "one of the three greatest japanese vengeful spirits." the real sugawara is now recognized as a benign deity in the shinto religion but it appears that this conversion never happened in jjk's alternate history, or that it isn't something the sorcerers recognize as fact.

sugawara was very fond of plum trees, and just before his exile, wrote a poem as farewell to his favorite, in his garden in kyoto:

When the east wind blows, flourish in full bloom, you plum blossoms! Even though you lose your master don't be oblivious to spring.

in addition, the sugawara clan's crest is the backside of a plum blossom.

in japanese, ura means behind, or back/other side. ume is plum.

there's a good breakdown of the name here which suggests that ura may symbolize a reversal of the values represented by plums in japanese culture (nobility, loyalty) or a betrayal of the sugawaras--possibly referring to uraume's choice to take sukuna's side.

another possibility that i'd like to raise is that uraume is either sugawara no-michizane himself, or a descendant of him. in this case the backside of the plum could represent exile--ie, sugawara's beloved plum tree seen from "behind," as he left his home. interesting in this case that uraume has a pinkish, almost plum colored patch on the back of their head. again--a beloved family symbol as something that is behind them.

their family's betrayal by the fujiwaras could have been the motive for their loyalty to sukuna, and perhaps a hatred of sorcerers' society in general (an interesting parallel to gojo satoru, no?)

thus: rejecting sugawara (a recognized sorcerer name) in favor of uraume (both a way of honoring their own family--the plum--and rejecting the culture it belonged to--the reversal). the "betrayal of nobility" interpretation of their name takes on a double meaning if this is the case.

anyway this may all be a bit of a stretch but i do think it would mesh really well with the themes gege sensei's established re: traditionalism, bloodlines, etc. really curious to see what they do with uraume and sukuna going forward.

#sorry researching this sukuna/ura fic sent me down a rabbit hole #and i had to get my thoughts out lol #jjk #uraume #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #gojo #gojo satoru #ronan talks

[quitealotofsodapop]

If Netflix pif is cursed as well it would be interesting if the samadhi fire burned through the curse red girl just keep having multiples first twins then four more all daughters

Pif : thank goodness the curse doesn't affect her

Dbk: yes now we can spoil our grandcalves all we want

They only way to tell apart is what flower they're growing in their hair

Twin 1: orchids

Twin 2: hibiscus

quadruplet 1: plum blossoms

quadruplet2: Chinese rose

quadruplet3: lotus

quadruplet4: Chinese peony

referencing my au post about PIF having a fertility curse from her mom; Xiwangmu.

although it does depend on if the Netflix version of PIF is related to the gods, or is an unrelated rakashsa/Rakshasi like in the og text. Then again a lot of other text describes her as having some "conflict" with the Queen Mother of the West that led to her rebelling against the heavens, so it could still work.

I am disappointed that the Netflix movie doesn't have a design for PIF whilst having the rest of the fam. I like the concepts some people have of her having long black hair, and dark eye-makeup that mimics her daughter's smokey eyes.

I could just imagine Netflix!PIF and DBK worrying that their little firelily will have troubles of her own when she and her beau (unfortunately a monkey boy) decide to have kids.

Then suddenly?? News of twin grandbabies comes in shortly after Red Girl and Xiaoshi get married?

Netflix!SWK/Cherry: "Oh yeah, Macaque thinks a side-effect of being part Earth-deity is a major fertility boost. It's why we had to slow down on making the pebbles." Netflix!LEM/Olive: "And most likely the curse inflicted upon you didn't pass on to Red since Xiwangmu didn't mention *grand*-children in her wording." Netflix!DBK & PIF: *look at eachother for sometime before pulling Xiaoshi in for a hug* Netflix!PIF, : "I apologise for any reservations I had for you, nǚxù! [son-in-law]" Xiaoshi: *confused but delighted*

Red's just happy that her parents and her husband are finally getting along.

I love the idea of needing the hair flowers to distinguish the girls from one another since they come out identical/nearly identical. Just little horns, bluish skin, and long tails.

The oncoming storm of firey daughters will bring the Immortal realm to it's knees. Like the army of Scotsman's daughters in Samurai Jack;

#the monkey king netflix #the monkey king 2023 #red girl #hong hai'er #jttw inpo ocs #jttw inspo fan children #pyrographyshipping #charcoalshipping

[missmyloko]

What’s In a Name? Part 24

On The Fourth Day Of Fun I present... another entry in the oldest series! Words are always fun, so let’s dive in and learn about some new ones! Hide - 秀 Prefix or Suffix: Both Old Meaning: Excellence or Beauty New (Standardized) Meaning: Excellence or Beauty Found In: All Five Kagai This kanji is overall a wonderful one as it’s upbeat, positive, and just great to have! When using it to mean “beauty” it’s often done in relation to someone’s looks or if they already have another kanji in their name that already means “excellence.” Examples 真理秀 Marihide (Gion Kobu): “True Logic and Beauty,” this translation used “beauty” instead of “excellence” as it sounded better when describing a person. 秀咲季 Hidesaki (Pontocho): “Excellent Blossom Season,” this one describes the time of flowers blooming, so “excellent” was more appropriate here. 秀治 Hideji (Kamishichiken): “Excellent Ruler,” this one could have gone either way, but “excellence” sounded better when referring to a ruler. 芳秀 Yoshihide (Miyagawa Cho): “Excellent Perfume,” another one that could have gone either way, but “excellent” sounded better in this instance again. 秀千代 Hidechiyo (Gion Higashi): “Eternally Excellent,” a pretty great name to have! Sumi - 純 Prefix or Suffix: Suffix Old Meaning: Purity or Innocence  New (Standardized) Meaning: Purity or Innocence  Found In: Gion Kobu, Kamishichiken, and Miyagawa Cho Another wonderful kanji, this one describes the innocence or purity in things, like newly fallen snow or the wonderment of a child. Examples 小純 Kosumi (Gion Kobu): “Small Innocence,” pretty straightforward in that it describes someone who is small and innocent. 市純 Ichisumi (Kamishichiken): “First Innocence,” using it as “first” in this case like the shrine marker eludes to the purity of the shrine itself and the innocence of the deities residing there. とし純 Toshisumi (Miyagawa Cho): “Town of Innocence” or “Year of Innocence,” since “Toshi” can have two different meanings it’s important to list both.   Kana/Kano/Ka - 叶 Prefix or Suffix: Prefix Old Meaning: Wish New (Standardized) Meaning: Wish Found In: Pontocho, Kamishichiken, Miyagawa Cho, and Gion Higashi A third wonderful kanji that represents wishes! What could be better than wishing on a star and hoping that your dreams come true? ^^ Examples 叶蝶 Kanachō (Pontocho): “Butterfly Wishes,” in this case it’s the butterfly who makes the wishes. 梅叶菜 Umekana (Kamishichiken): “Plum Who Wishes of Vegetables,” this one was slightly harder to translate into something that made sense, so I hope that it ended up working. 叶はる Kanaharu (Miyagawa Cho): “Spring Wishes,” a refreshing name! 叶千代 Kanochiyo (Gion Higashi): “Eternal Wishes,” something that we all wish for ^^

#maiko #geiko #geisha #kyoto #kanji #hide #sumi #kano #geimei #舞妓 #芸妓 #芸者 #京都 #漢字 #芸名 #秀 #純 #叶

[foxlin-fantasia]

💫　14 associations : Hanaka Houjou

tagged by @archaiclumina & @reconditerune !! ty!

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🌸　animal: red squirrels. ( i genuinely couldn’t think of anything & asked my gf. it’s canon now ig /shrug ) for a ff based creature, she’d be a red chocobo or a tabby coeurl kit. 

🌸　color: pink! coral & rose pink are p distinct on her, but i also think pearlescent white, warm-toned colors, + gold accents are also fitting.

🌸　song: fellow feeling by porter robinson ( most things made by porter are a vibe tbh but THIS song?? oof from the lyrics alone; almost like i could hear the words being said as her own. the sound itself is v modern, but the initial calm that turns into chaos all contrasts so well against with what is being said in the song & kind of silhouettes what i imagine it must feel like for Hanaka to use her Echo / aetheric abilities?? it’s intense, maybe a bit scary to witness. she is incredibly strong when her power is wielded deftly, but it’s a painful process. also her h/c’d english VA* *subject to change is doing the speaking in the song! it’s all v good!! )

🌸　number: 2. She likes multiples of two. She usually prefers to go second in most things in her life, letting someone else take the lead so she can learn from their example. She is the kind to observe first, then act; always preferring a one-two step kind of plan.

🌸　day or night: she is the early morning, specifically the hours of 3~5 AM, when the world sleeps & the stars shine brightest. She is like dawn break over the horizon, shooing the stars to their beds with her sun-like smile. She is the comfort of knowing you’ve survived another night, the bleary sky a meld of purples & pinks into new day blues or early morning golds, dotted with flickering stars who will soon rest behind the fluffy clouds. Hanaka loves the night skies, but she herself is very much the dawn.

🌸　plant: victoria rose forget-me-nots; felt like a fitting plant, as a lot of her WoL narrative deals with remembering / seeing / sharing memories with others. pink flowers for bonus points!

🌸　smell: initially, she smells like the plum & cherry blossoms she likes to use as her daily accessories. Her true scent is of Othardian poppies, Doman black tea, ginger root, natural musk, & a touch of something sweet akin to a marshmallow. ( it’s my headcanon that Hanaka just… always smells good lol because of her ability to sprout flowers from her body to heal herself & she is also just very well-groomed when able! )

🌸　gemstone: angel aura quartz, pearl, or argyle ( pink ) diamond!

🌸　season: late winter to early spring, right after the deep winter frost thaws; still cold outside but the snow is melting, maybe an occasional snow flurry. The plum trees have blossomed & warmer seasons are on their way; bird calls return to the mornings again, signaling the end of hibernation. The crisp air smells of rebirth & sweetness.

🌸　place: Yanxia. She was born in a small farming village beyond the Glittering Basin, now lost to war & time.

🌸　food: hanami dango ( her favorite dango flavor is azim strawberry! )

🌸　eorzean deity: i associate her with Azeyma ( mostly due to aesthetics ), though her patron is Althyk! Althyk makes more sense for her narratively imo.

🌸　eorzean element(s): earth, the element of substance & endurance. Her abilities draw from this element the most!

🌸　drink: maehwa-cha ( plum blossom tea )

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i tag: @uldahstreetrat , @crowdsourcedloner , @cindernet-explorer, @petitfarron , @gatheredfates , @evuniel & whomever else is wanting to! ( also no obligation to those tagged do this either ofc )

#a lot of these have been thought abt for a long time #others were just decided as i was doing this lmao #enjoy an overedited screenie :3 #my post #my writing #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #tag game #hanaka houjou #ty again!!

[stirringwinds]

i like the idea that yao’s memories about the distant past are not strictly reliable. and that it’s the same for any ancient, long-lived nation—and they therefore cannot really serve as perfectly objective and accurate accounts of the past for human historians. did the yellow emperor really exist in 2500 BCE? is he wholly made up, or a mix of a real person and embellishment? a deity who was later refashioned as a human king in people’s minds? who knows—when it’s so long ago that modern archaeologists and historians cannot fully establish the historicity and have all sorts of competing theories? imo, the soul and mind of a nation is bound to their people’s, and chinese historiography, like those of other nations, is fluid. so, some things are blurry and ambiguous even to the old nations, just like how we ourselves might have difficulties recounting very early childhood memories; even when we’re older, we misremember things. 

that isn’t to say there aren’t some fascinating and insightful perspectives one couldn’t learn from an ancient nation who has been there to see thousands of seasons; yao would say ‘i remember clearly the path of the yellow river and the ferocity of its floods when the world was young and i had not even a written language’. sometimes, the yellow emperor feels real to him, sometimes he doesn’t—but yao remembers with crisp clarity the very first time he carved his first characters into tortoiseshell bone, as well as the sight of the plum blossoms opening in spring on a particularly beautiful morning three thousand years ago. 

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws china #wang yao

[iicomet]

(yoo iseol & reader)

  The first time she saw them, she thought that she had met a deity that had graced the land with their heavenly presence underneath a full moon. The way they danced as the soles of their shoes touched the base of water, producing rings of ripples on the mirror-like surface; a sword in their hand as they moved to their own rhythm, an orchestra of the night performing a grand stage for them and them only.

  Yet what surprised her the most were not the serene look on their face or the way their moves seemed oh so familiar and foreign at the same time, but it was the freezing temperature that surrounded the stranger who was unphased by the unnaturality of it. Despite it being early-summer, a time where the coldness of winter has long disappeared and is replaced with steaming air, Yoo Iseol could see frozen ice on the surface of the water. She wondered if the faint scent of plum blossoms were the stranger’s doing as well.

  As the stranger took another step and executed another strike with their sword, Iseol finds herself mesmerized by the way they performed. The technique was something she was unfamiliar with, even though there was resemblance to the teachings from her sect. It wasn’t the Plum Blossom Sword technique, she was sure of it, but there was something that drew her into the style of the stranger’s swordsmanship. The coldness of each strike felt harsh and unwavering, but it was beautiful and smooth at the same time, a sense of professionalism and great care towards the art could be felt with every move.

  Before she even knew it, she was encaptured in the stranger’s web, unable to move as if she was frozen on the spot. When she finally broke free from her dazed trance, the stranger was long gone, leaving behind the melting flakes of snow and a subtle scent of flowers. There were so many questions in her head, all of it surrounding the mysteries of the stranger, but she pushed it aside, opting to focus on her training for the night— It was what she came here for, after all.

  Perhaps when the time is right and she meets them again, she will ask them to perform that sword technique again.

#x reader #rotbb #return of the mount hua sect #return of the blossoming blade #yoo iseol #yoo iseol x reader #is it platonic is it romantic? idk they havent even interacted #reader insert #i love her look at her #yoo iseol & reader #rotbb x reader #rotmhs x reader

[queenmothermp]

Mothers of Nature

Closed starter for the happy farmer @mphutu

The instant the Houtu arrived on the island, Xiwangmu felt an all too familiar shift in the energies of the earth and immediately her kind eyes twinkled with delight and anticipation. Several magpies flew over Mount Phoenix in search of the deity and the Queen Mother smiled warmly when hearing the confirmation upon their return. Oh, but how to welcome the 'happy farmer' properly to their little sanctuary? One might suppose she should wait for her fellow goddess to be settled and comfortable prior to the empress visiting, but honestly, why wait?

Dressed in casual elegance with an embroidered cloak of deep crimson, she gathered a couple jars of her best plum wine, tied together with a braided cord of champagne silk, and ventured out to the island's forests where a farm blossomed to life, her magpies heralding her arrival as to not appear TOO forward with her visit. "Yoo hoo~" she called out with a melodious tone, the jars of wine swinging slowly and temptingly from her fingertips.

#mphutu #mothers of nature

[wellthebardsdead]

Emperors Dragon to follow the last one?? Thank you @pearsaregrossfightme for helping me with tengfeis character!

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Emperor Tengfei: I hope I’m not disturbing you…

Tai Lung: *staring up at the emperor from his bed of cushions, lazily fanning himself as he contemplates* that depends, on what you want.

Emperor Tengfei: I was hoping to be in your company for a bit, and to get a better look at the deity who struck me down.

Tai Lung: *sighs and shifts his tail offering him a cushion next to him* Never before meeting you did I resort to violence… no matter how angry, or how hurt I was… not once did I ever lash out with intent to harm… You bring out the worst in me it seems.

Emperor Tengfei: And no amount of words or gifts will ever be enough to earn your forgiveness for doing so… *sits beside him with a bit of a grunt, evidently sore from hitting the ground so hard, sighs and stares up at the moon from behind the plum blossoms* You must find the earth to be a barbaric place compared to the heavenly court…

Tai Lung: *sighs knowing he has to keep the facade up, glances at him from behind the embroidered lace of his fan* indeed…

Emperor Tengfei: I’m sure you find me barbaric as well in my actions…

Tai Lung: I do…

Emperor Tengfei: *sighs* I set out to be a better emperor than my father… but after so many attempts on my life by those close to me, from my advisors, to the consorts, even the servants… I brought my tactics from the battle field into the palace… but it is no excuse for my behaviour, I’ve fallen to the levels of my enemies and I’ve let my subjects suffer because of my ill temper-

Tai Lung: *gently places his hand on his injured cheek* enough… *slides into his lap straddling him with his legs as he presses his forehead to his, tail slowly curling around the emperors back* Just don’t let it happen again. Ensure this investigation is done well, and all will be forgiven. *leans in and kisses his cheek before sliding off and getting up* goodnight, tengfei.

Emperor Tengfei: *sitting there in shock, face flushed and heart racing* G-great dragon wait! *quickly stands up grabbing his wrist, hand tracing over the now disenchanted fake bracelet* …

Tai Lung: *looking at him a little annoyed* yes? What is it?

Emperor Tengfei: *confused as to why he can’t feel the enchantment anymore but quickly snaps back to Tai lungs attention* I- I just… may I… join you again out here, tomorrow night?…

Tai Lung: *quirks a brow at him before looking up at the moon* Chang’e will be at her most beautiful in a few days… We’ll meet here every night to witness her arrival.

Emperor Tengfei: *smiles and nods* thank you. *let’s go of his wrist already trying to figure out how or why he can’t feel his power in the bracelet anymore* goodnight, Tai Lung…

Tai Lung: *nods and smiles at him before quickly returning to his chambers*

*A few moments later*

Wu Long: *carrying a calming tea to Tai Lungs bedside for when he returns*

Tai Lung: *suddenly slams the door open* WU LONG!

Wu Long: *screams almost dropping the tea* TAI LUNG! You scared me!

Tai Lung: *closes the door* sorry! You said the dr’s acupuncture needle went missing after a visit from consort jia right?! The one who hates your mother?!

Wu Long: yes?…

Tai Lung: I’ve got a plan! I’m going to need wine and gifts for all the consorts!

Wu Long: You need to drink your tea and go to sleep!!!

#the emperors dragon #ocs