#Luo history

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Exploring the Rich History, Culture, and Language of the Luo People

The Luo: A Journey through History, Culture and Traditions The Luo  are an ethnic group with deep roots and rich traditions in East Africa. Their history spans centuries and combines elements of migration, cultural preservation and resilience. In this article, we delve into the fascinating world of the Luo, exploring their origins, traditions and…

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bingdusa...

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AU where Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe have a mutual restraining order, but then Shen Yuan tries to bring his new boyfriend home for dinner.

“A-Yuan he can’t come in the house.”

“Ge, I know you don’t like me dating, but-“

“No, he legally can’t come in the house. Or within 200 meters of me.”

[coffeesleep-ooc]

This is going to be a bit fucked up but hear me out

CW: im talking about cannibalism and related stuff here

so i was mindlessly scrolling thru tumblr and saw art of moshang looking at bingqiu being all smoochy and MBJ chomping SQH’s cheek

and suddenly thought, what if eating each other was part of demonic lore like hitting your crush is?

So I remember part of some indigenous history, and how in Latin America until recently most books were saying that indigenous ppl were cannibals before the colonization, but the actual thing wasn’t that indigenous ppl ate each other but more like, if they were enemies and one of them was defeated, it was a belief that eating that warrior’s heart would make you absorb the beat qualities of said warrior (which to me is still eating someone but with a whole different context ig?)

So my thought process went from aww cute moshang, to, what if demons complimented each other with biting? Like, in the: you are so strong, so capable, so good that i’d like to eat you? To integrate you with my own being????

we all know that LBH originally was biting SQQ like there was no tomorrow until SQQ taught him not to bite, but what if that was hiw own way of saying ‘i admire Shizun the most, you are the person i’d like to absorb into myself to always be with you. To have the strengths you have is to be complete, superior, etc etc’ ???? like MBJ hitting SQH was a way of saying he would be a strong partner, LBH biting SQQ could be directing him the top praise he could think of in demonic terms

also, lore wise, demons that fought and defeat strong opponents could symbolically (and literally) consume their strength to enhance themselves and honor the life the other demon/warrior lived…

and for demons that ate human flesh???

well, that could still be them disregarding humans because they never fought and defeated them, human flesh would be distasteful to consume for stronger demons and a sign of weakness!

now, im not saying that eating each other would be commonplace or anything, just that it could become a highly regarded ritual

and a tease-chomp that leaves marks would make other demons know how highly regarded one is to their partner or even family-clan

now im imagining a feiend demon of SQQ asking him if he could bite him and SQQ being in shock (TM) while LBH is between smug and jealous bc NOBODY TOUCHES SHIZUN! Same with SQH honestly

SQQ n SQH: why our husbands like to bite so much 😭😭😭

demons: wow, the consorts of Emperor Luo and Mobei-Jun are truly treasured!!!

also, i think LBH would be regarded as a truly strong and altive leader bc he refuses to do said ritual (maybe abyss ptsd? Maybe his human sensibilities??) but when he gets together with SQQ and bites him like there’s no tomorrow his subjects end up appeased in that regard despite their leader marrying and giving the honor of the bite to a human jejeje

also just…worshipping someone in such a bloody and messy way is hmmm, interesting to some parts of me

maybe I’ll put this in one of my fics idk…maybe the abo one since bites are a thing there too…? Idk but wanted to get this out of my head into the wild jaja

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Binggeck has finally found his Shen Yuan, now he will never let him go again 🥰

[cautiouslyyyoptimistic]

Vaguely thinking about an Ace Attorney-esque bingqiu au where shen yuan is a tired but talented prosecutor feeling down on his life, questioning his hopes and dreams, and maybe considering a career change so he can spend his time reading webnovels all day. Followed by a young, up and coming defense attorney luo binghe who became a lawyer in the first place to meet shen yuan again and maybe, possibly, sorta get to know him after shen yuan left a lasting impression on him by helping him out somehow during his childhood. They meet again in court with shang qinghua as the defendant, who is definitely the larry butz-like character of the au. Hijinks, court drama, and not exactly mid-life crises ensue.

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In light of the recent skinzun debacle that went down on twitter, I offer 1890s Mädchen in Uniform AU

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Shen Yuan and the ancient hairdresser

Ok, so fun fact about Ancient China: there were professional commercial hairdressers.

No, not for cutting hair. They washed and combed hair.

In the Song dynasty commercial hairdressers began to appear in significant numbers. Known as “tweezers workers (镊工)” or “comb workers (栉工),” these craftsmen could earn a decent living. Writer Zhang Duanyi (张端义) recorded in his Gui’er Ji (《贵耳集》), a book collecting anecdotes of the Song dynasty, that the infamously corrupt chancellor Qin Hui (秦桧) once paid 5,000 wen for a haircut, enough to buy about 120 kilograms of rice at that time.

So... who has access to that kind of ungodly amount of money for such luxuries and would spend that kind of money? Shen Qingqiu.

Not Shen Jiu, mind you. He is more than aware of the value of each coin and copper. He'd know where to go find a valuable bargain... if he could even bare to allow someone near his neck like that other than courtesans. He probably had courtesans combing his hair in fact.

Now Shen Yuan on the other hand has no concept of ancient money. Well, even if he did, he would lack the common sense coming from a rich background.

(Shen Yuan: What could a banana cost? 10 bucks? Pft, that's cheap. Shang Qinghua: Bro...)

And even if he knew how much it cost... a freshly transmigrated Shen Yuan would consist it a worthy investment because he doesn't want to do it, he has to stay in character and Shen Qingqiu was known for his Pristine Appearance. It's not like the original goods had any servants on hand and Shen Yuan couldn't very well have a disciple do it! Plus the original goods had plenty of money laying around (and plenty more letters of rich nobles offering sky high prices for calligraphy and painting commissions that Shen Yuan didn't have to even complete - he just had to find something from Shen Jiu's piles of practice sheets from years prior to ship out.)

So Shen Yuan heads into town (following the helpful google map instructions of the system) to find a hairdressing artist to do his hair. And he gets into the habit of going down every week for a lovely comb and washing. It's great! The guy is good looking and a great conversationalist. A+++ service!

(Historical note: In Lin’an, the capital of the Southern Song dynasty (1127 – 1279), the hairdressers even formed an industrial association, called the “hair-dressing community (净发社).” The members of the association, known as “hairdressing artists (净发艺人),” established an industry guidebook, which was titled “Instructions on Hairdressing (《净发须知》).” The guidebook listed 10 requirements for hairdressers, not only calling for them to have excellent professional skills, but also to be good-looking, intelligent, eloquent, and easygoing, so that they could provide good service.)

Hence, even after Luo Binghe moves into the bamboo cottage and offers to help comb his shizun's hair, Shen Yuan still goes down every week to visit his go-to hairdresser, unaware of the fuming jealous little sheep he leaves behind each time. He's also totally unaware of the fact that the rest of the sect thinks he's sneaking off to the brothels with each trip too (since that's where the original goods got his hair washed and combed at.)

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overburden

A child once lived here.

She was not of Jing’an. She held no part of him. Jing’an had no reason to treat her as anything but a cell of a foreign organism. She has been put away. Where to, the city cares not; she is a matter for his upper avatar to suffer.

That is what he tries to tell his son, his demiavatar, standing in the center of her room, but Jing’an’s control over this area is newly established. He cannot blind the demi’s eyes with smoke and dust to the details of the girl’s life as he could if he was in the downtown, or the mines. He cannot stop the demi from examining the embroidered eyes of a man on the hood of a thing like a cheset she left unfinished on a stool and knowing they’re the same as his, even if the women of Jing’an use metal needles instead of bone. There is smoke here like a faint trace of the smell in the mines, from a fire still smoldering.

But it is far too warm here for the thick coat the demi wears, to protect himself from the descending winter outside. His nose wrinkles at the greater stench of the meat left hanging on the ceiling. He self-consciously traces the curves of the black tattoos running from the delicate skin under his eyes to the beginning of his ears, so unlike the sharp Vs he remembers the girl’s brothers sporting from mouth to chin. The bend of the wall, her space separate from her family’s by a woven curtain, is alien.

And the silence.

Jing’an is never quiet. In the mines, he deafens with the sound of saws on ancient bone; in the downtown, he cries in the competing cadences of eight different languages and music mimicking the sound of the La’gut River running through his center. The creatures in the taiga on his outskirts gladly supplant him as his influence wanes. But here, in the chaos of the eviction, they have all fled, and the demi hears nothing.

Her embroidery loses its color to him when he glances back at it. What does it matter that they have the same folds?

The demi wipes sweat from the nape of his neck and strides out of the house, out of the village, if it can even be called that. Jing’an may be able to repurpose the men who once lived here, but the structures they left behind are only overburden.

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"We three will swear brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments."

Romance of the Three Kingdoms (14th century), Luo Guanzhong from The Literature Book: Big Ideas Simply Explained, James Canton

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Those saying the 3 Body Problem trilogy is one of the best science fiction works in recent history are correct, I can say near the end of the second installment. But hear me out.

This is as much a horror as it is science fiction. The number of times I have experienced heart seizing terror and nausea have been frequent enough that I had to put it down to watch an actual horror movie in order to recover.

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1972-76: Deng Xiaoping Letters to Mao and Hua Guofeng

Letters to political leaders reflect contemporary attitudes, concerns, and worries. That was then and this is now! Xi Jinping Thought on Socialism with Chinese Characteristics in the New Era Student Reader — Elementary School lower grades. Deng Xiaoping’s letters to Mao Zedong and Hua Guofeng, if compared with Deng’s subsequent career would be examples. Deng as Hua’s successor used leader…

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Wang Yun said, "Centuries ago, Emperor Wu spared Sima Qian and employed him on the annals, with the result that many slanderous stories have been handed down to us. This is a trying period of great perplexity, and we dare not let a specious fellow like this wield his pen in criticism of those about the court of a youthful prince and abuse us as he will."

Luo Guanzhong, Romance of the Three Kingdoms (trans. C.H. Brewitt-Taylor)

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Guandi, Chinese god of war whose immense popularity with the common people rests on the firm belief that his control over evil spirits is so great that even actors who play his part in dramas share his power over demons. Guandi is not only a natural favourite of soldiers but has been chosen patron of numerous trades and professions. This is because Guan Yu, the mortal who became Guandi after death, is said by tradition to have been a peddler of bean curd early in life.

Guan Yu lived during the chivalrous era of the Three Kingdoms (3rd century ce) and has been romanticized in popular lore, in drama, and especially in the Ming dynasty novel Sanguo Yanyi (“Romance of the Three Kingdoms”), as a sort of Chinese Robin Hood. When a magistrate was about to carry off a young girl, Guan Yu came to her rescue and killed the man. Guan Yu, fleeing for his life, came upon a guarded barrier. Suddenly his face changed to a reddish hue, and Guan Yu was able to pass unrecognized.

One of China’s best-known stories tells how he became one of the Three Brothers of the Peach Orchard. Liu Bei, a maker of straw sandals, intervened in a fight that was brewing between Guan Yu and a prosperous butcher named Zhang Fei. The three became friends and swore oaths of undying loyalty that they faithfully observed until death.

Guan Yu was captured and executed in 219 ce, but his fame continued to grow as rulers conferred successively greater titles upon him. Finally, in 1594, a Ming dynasty emperor canonized him as god of war—protector of China and of all its citizens. Thousands upon thousands of temples were constructed, each bearing the title Wu Miao (Warrior Temple) or Wu Sheng Miao (Sacred Warrior Temple). Many were built at government expense so that prescribed sacrifices could be offered on the 15th day of the second moon and on the 13th day of the fifth moon.

For a time the sword of the public executioner was housed in Guandi’s temple. After a criminal was put to death, the magistrate in charge of executions worshipped in the temple, certain that the spirit of the dead man would not dare to enter the temple or even follow the magistrate home.

In art Guandi usually wears a green robe and has a reddish face. Almost always he is accompanied by his squire and his son. Other representations show Guandi holding one of the Confucian classics, the Zuozhuan (“Commentary of Zuo”), which he reputedly memorized. This feat of memory led the literati to adopt him as the god of literature, a post he now shares with another deity, Wendi.

In the 17th century Guandi’s cult spread to Korea, where it was popularly believed that he saved the country from invasion by the Japanese.

▪︎ Kan'u: Chinese God of War.

Alternate Title: 関羽

Artist/Maker: Genryōsai Minkoku I (Japan, active late 18th-early 19th century)

Place of origin: Japan

Date: late 18th-early 19th century

Medium: Wood

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Shen Jiu: I will be nice to your Luo Binghe for a whole week if you make the sect leader cry when he next tries to visit

Shen Yuan: Deal!

Shen Jiu after witnessing Yue Qingyuan cry from the worst tongue lashing in history: wait no. Why am I feeling protective? Stop that!

Next week:

Shen Yuan: be nice to Binghe or I make the sect leader cry again

Shen Jiu: you're evil. Deal and now you are head disciple. Go insult Liu Qingge and I'll give you pocket money