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✦ : 仙去 ━━━━━

xiān qù ; to become an immortal / to die.

private   &.   selective  DEITY OF PESTILENCE &. CURSE   based on  chinese folklore / tradition / mythology ;   backstories and development are of my own creation  &.  worldbuilding.       low activity.        summoned by  NGUYET  ( 26,  they / them, viet-chinese ) please read rules before interacting!

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Everyone! Please wish Lesbian Par Excellence @aurawra21 a Happy Birthday! She did art for both Mason and Sun, as well as several other pieces for me!

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In honor of sports ball playoffs have some sports canons

Nul and Kira: Nul is obviously great at everything because of his inherent "cheats", but has a particular fondness for Basketball especially over Football and Soccer because of Kira. That and unlike football its not such a violent sport to the body. Kira being as old as he is witnessed and participated in all sorts of barely remembered casual sports. He is grateful that basketball came to prominence in the US instead of Soccer because he "when the most exciting part is the fights there's something lacking". Kira quite enjoys playing basketball in the various neighborhoods of San Diego, all the local players young and old underestimate Kira's height and build so he takes great pride in backing them down in the post or putting one hell of a poster on their heads.

Sun: Olympics. Call him old fashioned but my god does he enjoy the Olympics. A lot of events share origins or similarities with entertainment and exercise from his distant past. He used to like competitive martial arts but the fetishization and excessive violence turned him sour to it, now he much prefers martial arts as a hobby and as a genuine art.

Mason: Doesn't find much entertainment in sports anymore. The innovations in fencing are just so contrary to his experiences. He likes he World Cup since it's good for business though. Otherwise he prefers auto-sports since they're faster and thus more engaging.

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Mason had discovered an unusual scent. Something did not belong to the area and it wasn't something he could ignore. Unlike other unusual scents this one wasn't foul, if anything it smelled enticing... if anything it smelled like a trap, and Mason knew the two best ways to deal with a trap are to entirely ignore it or spring it in the most direct way possible. He chose the latter.

Taking the corner he immediately found a sword pointed at him, faster than he was expecting honestly. Just as quickly Mason's own sword is drawn and the dueling stance taken. Some trap this was, just one little hunter freshly flown from the nest. He was going to have to teach this young fool a lesson.

"Ha, putting emphasis on vampire, how very traditional of you. Tell me what's your follow up line? Is it an insult or some short quip about stopping us? Or maybe you would like to skip the rest of the formalities and tuck your tail and run now?"

Nose twitches as a new scent catches his attention. He knew the telltale stink of vampire anywhere. Sure, it should have been harder since they all had differing smells, but the ability to recognize them... It was engrained into him. Thus, he moves swiftly to locate it and his sword is drawn.

"Step no further, vampire."

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I am an expert at monologuing, seriously I can talk for hours and cover a wide variety of topics and I do mean talk; I don't type much. This has lead to people thinking I am an extrovert which is entirely untrue. You will never lack for conversation if it involves me.

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Even with all the weight I put on after highschool I still have fantastic looking calves because I walked on my toes for much of my life, again because of balance issues.

I love it when its like 40-55f degrees outside, it's finally cold enough to see your breath and when its in the upper 40s without strong wind I sometimes still wear a t-shirt and shorts. I just tolerate the cold much better... unless its in my house. I hate being cold in my own house.

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I was about 25 years old when I realized that I have tinnitus and that I have had it since I was a toddler. No idea how none of my doctors or specialists ever noticed it. I hope that one day soon affordable treatments are invented so I can finally hear properly for the first time in my conscious life.

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Because of balance issues it took me most of my life to be able to float in the pool, before that the only place I could float was in the ocean

I don't wear hats normally, it's just not comfortable. Instead I tuck them very low on my head. My favorite hat is my black and red Rapala hat.

I once blocked someone on tumblr for posting KPOP drama. This was years ago when a lot more people were loud about it.

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Under the tree, not even wrapped at all is a music box. A diamond encrusted case with artwork recycled and preserved under lacquer from an unnoteworthy artist's gift to Louis XIV in Versailles. Much of it is faded but what remains includes a gallic rooster battling a lion and an angel whose face has long since faded. Upon opening the box an unrecognizable song plays, most likely one of Mason's compositions or something lost to time. Inside the lid is a business card sized piece of paper that says Merry Christmas in Mason's usual impeccable handwriting.

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Harmony enters the room with a sigh. Her eyes sought solace in the Christmas tree there. It's one that she decorated with Mason. It's an activity that she insisted on doing together. It was a fun evening, hanging the ornaments while learning about the stories behind the keepsake ornaments. It's a memory she treasures, and it's one she returns to in quiet nights like this.

The holidays are here and sadly, Mason isn't here. He has the annual business with his kin in Italy including the hours-long Mass. Harmony never went to these events, though was not against joining him. However, that was never something she pushed on. The festivities are important to the prince and she can't bear the thought of distracting him. This year has been harder since he must preside over confessions, meaning he's out there longer.

Suddenly, something caught her attention while she was watching the tree. She lowers herself onto one knee for a better look before her hands reach for it. The music box is nothing like she's seen before. It's beautiful with the old art preserved with lacquer and diamonds along the sides. She carefully opens the box, only to find a note and a melodic tune greeting her. Harmony gently closes the box before returning to her feet. She turns away from the tree and crosses the room for the plush sofa.

She settles on the sofa and holds the box close to her. She opens the box once more and the musical notes fill the room. Harmony sets the box on the coffee table before her. She focuses on the box while listening to the song, particularly the message on the lid's interior.

The song isn't one she remembers but Harmony is sure Mason wrote it. He said he composed music for centuries, often using them on the organ or piano. Lips quirk a smile as she recalls Mason's lament about how other nobles pleaded with him to teach their children music. Though not all of them had the talent to excel in the skill, or much interest in it despite their parents' desires.

The song continues playing while she leans back. Arms embrace one of the throw pillows to her chest. Harmony closes her eyes while taking in each note. It's moments like this when her heart pines for him. Yes, Mason has given her so much. Even more than she can ever ask for. She cherishes every gift he brings, but she misses those moments together the most.

"Mason..." Harmony mutters against the pillow. "I...I wish you were here."

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A Journey with a Reaper

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How strange life can be. Life is a journey with all its twists and turns. Sometimes, the mundane becomes something extraordinary from meeting unusual people to deep conversations. Such deep conversations that can alter perceptions. At least, that is something Harmony discovers during one chance encounter.

 Harmony hardly ever saw anyone lurking along these trails through the lush wilderness. She’s normally alone during these walks where she finds solace while her dearest is away on business. The evergreen canopy with notes of pine and cedar in the air brings some comfort. The birds continue their daily serenade along with the crystal waters flowing along the creeks. It is here that she finds a stranger, though he seems to mean no harm.

He's a tall young man with his purple locks framing his face. Those bright red eyes are out of the ordinary, but he is certainly no vampire. No, she’s sure he isn’t human but also not a vampire, much less among her lover’s kin.  He certainly has an intense, though dark aura. It’s hard for Harmony to explain but something tells her it’s best not to pry into that.

The encounter among the morning mist is polite, though a bit awkward. Harmony greeted the stranger with a gentle smile and a quiet hello before introducing herself. He returned the greeting but said his name did not matter. A peculiar answer that takes the young woman aback, but she respected his choice with a nod.  She wonders if he prefers to continue his journey alone, but a part of her wants to stick with him. It’s been a long time since she last had company. The staff back at home are polite but they were never the ones to stay for conversation. Not when there is a lot for them to do.

“Excuse me, sir…If it’s not too much trouble…Is it okay that we walk together? Perhaps talk too?” Hands play with the lock of her hair resting over her shoulder. Silver eyes sheepishly look away as she spoke to him. “It’s okay if it’s a no! I mean, I just-Well…It’s been a long time since I see a visitor here. My fiancé has been away on business for the past week. It gets too quiet at home without him. I don’t want much. Just-well, you know…Someone to hang out with.” Then, dark brows rise, and lips spread to a grin as she remembers something.

“Oh! If you walk with me, I’ll show you a great place to see the mountains! Colorado has beautiful mountains, you know! I go there lots of times!” Harmony knows just the spot to show such a breathtaking view. It’s where she goes to relax and share stories about her people with the little ones. Though the twins are not yet born, she still talks and sings to them. They can hear her voice. That much she knows. “It’s not a hard walk to get there, either and not many people know about it!” The intensity of hiking is always something she must consider. Though her clothing and jacket do wonders hiding the small bump in her stomach, it won’t be long until her condition begins to show, and she won’t be able to hike as long until after birth.

The man considered her invitation for a moment before agreeing to follow. “Great! We start by going further up this trail. Then, we take a right…” Excitement sparked in her eyes as she leads him down the trail.

The trek is slow, taking in the sights and sounds nature has to offer. Harmony speaks every now and again, fighting the urge to ramble in fear of scaring her possible acquaintance.  They speak about general topics, such as the weather, what this park has to offer, things Harmony is more than happy to share.  The sun drifts further up towards the brightening sky as the two reach an overlook. There, they find the vast landscape with the mountains reaching toward the heavens with snow capped peaks.

“This is it! Isn’t it beautiful? I love being here!” Harmony exclaims, “It’s just one of the many things that make being alive great!” She adds while taking in the ethereal beauty of the wilderness. However, the newcomer asks her a couple of questions. These questions are a bit startling but they piqued her interest.

“What do you think of life and death?”

“What do I think of life and death?” Harmony repeats the question before she lowers her gaze. Silence falls between them as she reflects on her views of it. Slender fingers of her right hand gently play with the engagement ring embracing her one of her left fingers. “Death is a natural part of life…It’s part of the journey of life.” She starts,

“But death is not the end of that journey, you know?” With that, Harmony tilts her head back, her gaze returns to the mountains. “Like, you know, death varies between how a person sees it. It depends on culture and things like that. In my culture, your journey doesn’t end at death…Really, it’s a transition to start on the final journey back home. In Chickasaw beliefs, the soul leaves the Earth and goes to the stars. That is what we thought the underworld looked like since the underworld and upper world flips at night. The soul starts the journey on Ofi’ Tohbi Ihina. The White Dog’s Path…That’s the Milky Way.” She continues the story of that journey where the soul joins the guardian known as Ofi’ Tohbi through the trials laid out before them throughout the journey.

“The White Dog protects us during the trip back…In the end, we go back to the afterlife where Abi Binnili is. That’s our supreme god. But really, I think when that happens, we find out that the journey doesn’t even end there. The afterlife is a vast universe full of forests, valleys, oceans and cities. Far more beautiful from the mortal realm and free from illness and sorrow. The possibilities are endless there.” Harmony smiles gently before gesturing to the mountains. “You see beautiful things like this, but far more grand! However…that doesn’t mean we have to rush to get to the afterlife.” Harmony turns to face the man, still smiling.

“The beautiful thing about death is also finding value in life. The little things mean far more and makes life wonderful, like tasting coffee in the morning, seeing the stars, and be with the ones we love.” Her hand rests on the center of her stomach as she takes in a deep breath.  “Life and death are beautiful in their own way. Though death can be scary because of the unknown…it doesn’t mean the end. At least, I don’t think so. Because after everything…We can have many adventures with loved ones in the afterlife. But for now, we should treasure every minute in life and make many adventures with those around us.”

A gentle breeze flows around the pair as they stand on the overlook.

“I hear about different views of death like death being a person. A reaper as many people call them. I’m used to seeing them like how they are portrayed in media. It’s kind of weird…Like, death may seem cold and callous give the circumstance of how some deaths happen. However, I don’t think that’s the case. I never see reapers as someone evil or heartless. How I see it, they have sympathy for the living, especially when the spirit wants to stay in the mortal realm. I guess it goes in hand with the fear of death, which I think reapers can understand…But reapers have to do their jobs. As much as they may not want to guide spirits away from this plane, it’s part of their obligation.” She sighs as she thinks about it. A hand rises and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry! I’m probably spewing nonsense at this point! I guess that can happen when you’re on your own for a while.”

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Mun Birthday!

i may not do much on my birthday, but I always run around celebrating it. Not simply because I have a huge ego but because this day is so important to me. I try to give a little joy to as many people as possible. It's a day where I will always have a little bit of happiness and if I can make even one person's day a little bit better by spreading that joy? That's something important

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New art of Nox's FC got me dancing like a namazu.

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[You are an all star! You are doing great with your muses and glad you’re here!]

Thank you <3

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MUNDAY  ASKS !

🌈 — name(s) & pronouns 🎈 — gender and/or sexuality 🎂 — age and/or birthday 🕗 — time zone 💕 — single or taken? ⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known 💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known ❓ — three adjectives that describe you ❤️ — what are some of your best qualities? 💔 — what are some of your worst qualities? ✨ — what would you change about yourself, if anything? 💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you? 🚗 — what vehicle(s) do you drive? ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? ⌨️ — what operating system(s) do you use? 📱 — mobile or desktop version of tumblr? 🖥 — favorite platform besides tumblr? 🎮 — favorite video game(s)? 🖱 — any cool devices/tool(s) of the trade? (i.e. type of mouse, monitor, keyboard, tablet, etc) 💍 — any piercings? 💎 — want any (more) piercings? 🖊 — any tattoos? 🔏 — want any (more) tattoos? 🎄 — favorite holiday(s)? 🍝 — favorite food(s)? 🍦 — favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🐶 — any pets? 😍 — celebrity crush(es)? 😊 — any career desires? 📚 — if you’re in college, what’s your level (undergrad, grad, phd, etc) and/or degree program? 😖 — what annoys you? 🎶 — favorite song at the moment? 📕 — favorite book/series? 🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests? 📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)? 📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? ✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on? 🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? 🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? 😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc? 💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! 🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence? 🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before? 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? 🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc? 😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of? 🫂 — how many friends are in your irl friend group(s)? 🎉 — what are some of your favorite things to do with your irl friends? 😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself? 💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.