#flawless as clothing of the celestials

[touhoutunes]

Title: その影法師、幼さを残して (That silhouette left my childishness behind)

Arrangement: yuta

Vocals: LIQU@。

Album: 夜伽話の神隠し

Circle: Minstrel

Original: Flawless as Clothing of the Celestials

[astrologyvas]

some virgo notes in honor of virgo szn

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virgo moon — this placement is so brat. sheer tank tops, cigarettes, making questionable decisions at 3am. the sign of virgo is notorious for being clean and neat, but this placement is so beautifully sloppy. (ex. charli xcx, lorde, madonna, zoe kravitz)

virgo rising — little fawns drinking from the stream. but also the type of people you make awkward eye contact with. virgo risings are so observant of their surroundings, and i've noticed that if they see someone paying attention to them too, they can get super flustered

asteroid eros in virgo (433) — their heart is won with a heartfelt compliment. also the type of people who watch 18+ videos just to take notes. they may come across shy & reserved, but when they open up, these native's want to look and perform perfectly. they want to be everything their partner finds attractive. definitely captivated by intellect and wit

lilith in virgo (bml) — these people are on a mission for knowledge, and they might find a lot of healing through it. the kind of person who is completely consumed by their craft. i've also noticed they have a lot of shame and guilt when it comes to being wrong, they want to be able to prove their point no matter what

virgo in the 2nd house — very coy when it comes to discussing finances. probably refuses to share how much they make or what their salary is

virgo mars — virgo is the fashion sign. with virgo mars, i've noticed they're usually the "executive" fashion placement. these people are gifted visionaries when it comes to high fashion and outfit composition (ex. princess diana). mercurial energy in general meshes well with the fashion world— but virgo mars specifically have a very refined and chic personal style

virgo venus — while virgo mars have an eye for fashion framework, virgo venus is the muse. these people are able to pull off clothing extremely well, a lot of things just fall on them in a visually pleasing way. so many fashion icons w this placement

chiron in virgo — being "the wound of perfection," these people tend to have a never-ending feeling that something is wrong with them, and i've noticed they can easily fall victim to the toxic self-improvement mindset. (ex. chiron in virgo in the 4th house— pressure from family to be flawless, family could have placed intense standards and restrictions on them)

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virgo descendant — these native's want someone to cook for them, someone who wakes them up so they don't have to set an alarm. perpetually yearning to frolic in the forest with their partner

virgo mercury — the FBI. their bullshit detector is crazy, and arguing with them is literally terrifying. the negative aspect of this placement i've noticed is that they can struggle with being taken too seriously, even if they're trying to be funny or lighthearted. i've also noticed that they get immense relief from journaling, it's a good way to release all the energy in their head

virgo sun — one of the more intimidating virgo placements from my experience. they can be similar to virgo risings, however i've noticed virgo suns are a little bit more intense and aloof upon initially meeting them

virgo rising — every virgo rising i know gets super carsick. either that or they have such sensitive stomachs in general, like getting nauseous from eating anything. also a recycled take, but i swear they really are prone to lactose intolerance

virgo degrees 6°, 18° — placements in virgo degrees can give the planet/celestial body an entwined energy of rigidity and reservation, and can higher your standards revolving the themes of the planet. (ex. sagittarius rising at 6° could manifest as someone who can be obsessive and nitpicky over their body, or is more shy than typical sagittarius ascendants. may even slightly resemble physical virgo traits)

asteroid lust in virgo (4386) — i've noticed that these people feel like they can't fit into their own standards, especially regarding sex. deep insecurity can stem from physical intimacy, may have a lot of anxiety around how their body looks while in the act

virgo midheaven — these people obtain the important roles of society and crush them. i've noticed that these native's can handle the pressure from vital and demanding roles like doctors, dentists, or manager positions because of their personal desire for perfection—specifically revolving their career

virgo sun — this placement has such an infamous reputation in music. they're the blueprint for so many genres and types of sound, the people you think of when you think of "music" (michael jackson, beyoncé, freddie mercury, amy winehouse)

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please do not copy or repeat my work anywhere

[compact-turtle]

So I’m my area, I’m in the country, it’s pretty common to see women just in their bikinis laid on a blanket/chair out in the yard to tan. It’s the country, ya know? No one sees you, except for whomever lives with you. It’s just something we do. How would Atticus feel about that tho? Seeing his darling in skimpy bathing-suit laying outside to tan??

I'm slowly and steadily finally going through my inbox after five months. Sorry to everyone if I don't make it to your post there's like 100+ things in my inbox :(

That would be so sweet actually. Imagine him getting butterflies and everything seeing you openly tan in a skimpy bathing suit.

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Content Warning: slight n--s--f---w.

-Today was a mandatory laundry day for Atticus. He was officially out of clean clothes. Everything was dirty and starting to smell worse than the cows on a hot day. Of course, he didn't mind it too much, but you were here. What would you think if he didn't keep up with his hygiene?

-A basket of wet laundry was at his feet as he started to pin them up to dry. He'd much rather be out milking the cows or tending to the crops than doing this. Still, it gave Atticus time to be lost in his thoughts.

-He wondered how long he could stall you from leaving. It'd already been a few weeks since your car broke down and he knew everyone was getting antsy. Especially, after working so much on the farm.

-To combat this, he started giving everyone more breaks and days off. He even attempted to encourage them to view this as a "rent-free-all-expense-paid-vacation" in a beautiful rural setting. Thankfully, all your little friends seemed to be airheaded enough to believe this. They ain't got a lick of sense to them.

-His attention was pulled away when he noticed you from the corner of his eye. He tried watching you discreetly; wondering what you were doing. In your hands, there was a large blanket and a tote bag. You were dressed in a long white t-shirt that reached barely past your butt.

-You threw him a warm smile along as you walked past him. You stopped near an oak tree and began to lay out your blanket. Gently, you set your bag down and then took out a few items.

Perhaps you were out on a small picnic today?

-He watched slack-jawed as you removed your t-shirt to reveal everything hidden underneath. The silhouettes of your body seemed to be chiseled by the hand of a celestial sculptor. He'd gladly worship it, adorn it with jewels, anything you wanted. Your skin was like a holy text, inviting him to devote himself even deeper.

"Looks like you're begging for a mighty big sunburn there," Atticus said as he walked up. His gaze cast down as he avoided eye contact.

"No worries! I brought sunscreen with me! Actually, could you help put it on my back?" You asked as you searched in your bag for a bottle of sunscreen. You pulled it out and handed it to Atticus with a bright smile.

-He nodded, then took the bottle from you. Slowly, he poured the sunscreen into his rugged hands. He gently began to spread it out on your back.

-Atticus nervously wondered if you minded his calloused hands. Were they scratching up your back? Or was it making you regret asking him?

-Still, more than anything, he was giddier than a schoolchild. He loved the way your skin felt underneath his hands. Your skin was like a delicate canvas, soft and flawless in his eyes. This felt like a privilege to trace his fingers all across your back. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to touch the skin underneath your clothes.

"Atticus, it hurts. Be more gentle." You tenderly mumbled, "Don't push into my back so hard."

-He felt something familiar rise in his lower area. it took everything in him to not pounce on you right now. Atticus would love to litter kisses all over your back. He'd kiss every part until you were tired of it all.

-He desperately wanted needed to rut into you. To show, that he could satisfy you in any compacity you wanted. He imagined your voice moaning out in a breathy tone, begging him to just go harder and faster. Of course, he’s comply with your demands and go as faster as you want. Then he’d lean down and suck y-

"That should be good now, Atticus. Thank you for the help." You said as you flipped yourself around to face him.

-His eyes briefly dipped down to view your whole body. Another small wave of imagination rolled over him.

"No problem. Seems like all your little friends disappeared."

"It's sweet that you're worried about them! Everyone is swimming in the creek nearby. I was going to join them but figured I'd tan instead. I haven't been able to do it all summer. Especially due to our road trip."

"I see. Where'd ya get this tiny piece you got on from? Don't look like it covers much of anything."

"Oh, does it make you uncomfortable? I can go and change if-."

"No. It's fine. Just go on back and do your own thing." Atticus interrupted quickly, "Don't mind me."

-He watched as you laughed and nodded. Atticus turned back towards the house. His pace was unusually brisk with heavy panting.

-The laundry could wait. He had more important things to do right now.

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(That may or may not involve fantasies of you two in some intense yoga positions)

[another-lost-mc]

sry if you've been asked this question before but i wanna know what you think is the state of finance and commerce in the celestial realm. do u think they use money at all? or is it a barter and trade situation? or do they just share everything like the na'vi does in avatar since they're angels and all that? do u think currencies and payment were a foreign concept to the brothers when they first came to the devildom?

I had to look up the Avatar thing because I've only seen parts of that movie but based on a very quick search, yeah, that's probably the best way to describe my personal approach to writing the Celestial Realm's social organization.

There are basically two different structures at play when it comes to the angels and how the Celestial Realm functions:

Each angel's talents or interests is used for their personal contribution to society

The formal angelic ranks/power brackets are social classes that shape the power dynamics and interactions of the angels themselves

Since you asked specifically about the financial aspect, I'm going to focus on the first structure (as the second one is more important when it comes to their governance and class system as a whole).

Unlike the Devildom, the Celestial Realm doesn't really engage in capitalism or have formal currency. There aren't shops or stores where things are bought and sold, and there isn't an expectation of payment for services or the exchange of goods. The angels are a community or a family rather than strangers that exist in close proximity. They take care of themselves and each other because it is expected of them. How can they care for the well-being of the other realms if they can't take care of their own?

Angels aren't perfect or flawless - they're unique, but that is what gives them purpose. They embrace their strengths and contribute to the well-being of their brethren.

Some of the angels, usually those drawn to the warrior ranks, prefer to serve in battle and focus on enhancing their physical or magical combat abilities. (It's my personal headcanon that most angels, except some of those in the warrior ranks, tend to be vegetarians; warrior ranks are the ones tasked with hunting/fishing those ingredients.)

There are other areas where angels can use those talents (including but not limited to): gardening and agriculture, to grow the food they eat and the plants that will eventually become textiles or medicines; cooks and bakers that prepare meals; the tailors' guild that provide the angels with clothes and linens for their beds; the angels that gather precious metals and stones and the angels that forge them into armor and weapons. Of course, there are angels that are skilled writers, artists, or musicians. Those are accepted as important skills and equal contributions that make the Celestial Halls vibrant and beautiful, filled with song and colour and everything beautiful in the world they cherish most.

An angel's formal rank sometimes, but not always, indicates what sort of "job" they have. The Seraphs have their own special interests or talents, but they're usually overseeing the other ranks and have more of a managerial role. They delegate the day-to-day tasks and are the ones who have to plan for any unexpected problems or crises that might affect the other angels. Other ranks, like Thrones or Cherubs, usually have secondary tasks they can help with but only if they're not needed for their primary responsibilities first.

The Devildom society, one that functions as a type of capitalism, is a completely foreign concept. Angels understand it in theory, watching over the human world's development as they do, but it's not something they would want to depend on for their own survival.

Just like the demons have their own investments and financial ties to the human world (like the Hotel Corvo), angels also have a foothold in select human world sectors. Demons tend to invest closely with markets that give them more power and influence over human world developments and affairs, like tourism or technology. Angels tend to be more focused on monitoring human activity with community-based projects instead. Like The Angel's Halo cafe, coffee shops and bakeries are examples of an angel-owned establishments that help them blend in. Other potential businesses include book stores or publishing firms, art schools or galleries, florist shops and community gardens.

Angels might be used to participating in these human world projects, but it's still not nearly enough to prepare them for being dropkicked to the Devildom with next to no warning. Fallen angels - especially those who fell prior to Lucifer and his siblings - would've had the worst time acclimating to living as demons. They're not all fortunate enough to have someone from the Royal Family or other generous demons to take them under their wing and give them a crash course in Demon Society 101. (It's another personal headcanon that Lucifer and his brothers were an exception when Diavolo protected them the way he did, and most newly-turned demons had it far worse without that kind of support. That's completely glossing over the various physical and emotional/spiritual changes they would've endured as well.)

Angels aren't used to having to work long hours to afford the basic items they need on a daily basis, when things like food and water and housing and clothes were given to them freely by other angels that cared for them. Angels aren't used to relationships that feel so transactional. There are countless demons that might purposefully manipulate them or abuse them, at least until they know better, because lying and deceit are things that most fallen angels have to learn for themselves. Kill or be killed - literally, in some cases.

(Part of why The Fall exists is to explore various aspects of what it means for an angel of the Celestial Realm falling to the Devildom, and how completely overwhelming it would be for them to adjust with or without the protection of someone with enough power and resources to help them survive when they're most vulnerable.)

[bvannn]

transposed to g minor because I was in a g minor mood

[ivory--raven]

angelfish femslash feb day 10 ft. pre(?)-ineffable bureaucracy because it's IB's @rareomens day

The sky seems to crack as Michael appears just outside the door. Annoyance fizzes around her. She comes into the house holding The Celestial Times, which Jeanne plucks out of her hand.

“That was my newspaper!”

Jeanne is already paging through it. “Did you really need it?

“Gabriel is in it,” says Michael, frowning.

Dagon springs up from the sofa she was lying on. “Gabriel in the paper?”

“It’s a fashion feature, of all things,” Michael says.

“I found it!” says Jeanne. Dagon peers over her shoulder. Sure enough, Heaven’s own newspaper contains a sketch of Gabriel dressed in the finest men’s fashion, and an interview about where he gets his clothes. “‘I go to a fine tailor, Davidson, on Cork Street in London,’” Jeanne read aloud.

“Gabriel goes to a tailor on Earth?” Dagon blinks at the page.

“It’s his worst vice,” sighs Michael, shaking her head. “He and Sandalphon both spend hours visiting that tailor. He’s insufferable when he gets back.”

“I used to think you angels were all perfect and flawless and majestic,” says Jeanne. 

“Gabriel certainly thinks he is perfect and flawless and majestic.” Michael crosses her arms over her chest.

“I know an angel who is better than Gabriel, an angel who is definitely majestic,” says Dagon.

“One who has better things to do than arrange for the paper to interview them about their most annoying habit,” adds Jeanne. 

Michael smiles. “You’re sweet, both of you.”

“We’ll rot your teeth.” Dagon sidles up to her. “Mind if I take that paper to work?”

“Don’t tell everyone, we can’t have demons thinking archangels are soft.”

“We can’t have that, of course not,” agrees Dagon, bringing Michael’s hand to her lips and kissing her knuckles. “It would only be Beelzebub.”

“That would be fine,” says Michael.

“If you bring me more copies, I’ll shred them and use them as bedding for the chickens,” says Jeanne.

Michael smirks.

Half an hour later, Dagon leaves for Hell with The Celestial Times. She makes a beeline for Beelzebub’s office and finds it empty. Of course. They’re in the throne room.

Demons gather near the throne room in hopes of having a proper audience. There aren’t many formalities observed, except that there are guards outside and only one demon at a time is allowed to make their case. It’s unlike visiting their office because in the throne room, the average demon has a reasonable expectation that when it’s their turn to speak, they will be heard out.

Dagon ignores the guards and marches inside. Some demon she doesn’t know is in the middle of an impassioned speech. “Get out,” she tells them. She faces the watching crowd. “All of you. We’re pausing.”

“Come back later,” says Beelzebub, and at their word the gathered demons actually leave. Once the throne room is empty, they turn to Dagon. “This better be good.”

Dagon produces The Celestial Times and turns to Gabriel’s page. “Voila.”

Beelzebub leans forward. “Izz that Archwanker Gabriel?”

Dagon nods.

“He goezz to a tailor on Earth?”

“Apparently!”

Beelzebub throws back their head and laughs. “Satan, that’s fantastic. Dare I azk where you got thizz?”

Dagon smirks. “If you don’t ask, I’ll let you keep it.”

Beelzebub pulls the paper out of her grasp. “All right. But I was going to keep it anyway.”

[skylarxgraham]

Is that NICO GREETHAM? No, that's SKYLAR GRAHAM. The 26 year old BORROWER WITCH OMEGA is a PERSONAL ASSISTANT. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be SEDUCTIVE & AMBITIOUS, but beware, they’re also known to be RUTHLESS & IMPULSIVE.

BASIC INFO

full name — skylar james graham age — twenty-six (march 5th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega moon — none occupation — personal assistant family — no children, possible brother (in the works) mate — aiden brenner (blog) clothing style — polo shirts, button-ups, tank tops and short shorts. recently loved dressing up like a greek twink

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — nico greetham hair — blonde / eyes — green height — five foot & six inches build — lean with defined muscles, prominent abs, plump butt, toned legs scars — none, his skin is surprisingly flawless tattoos — a pair of angel wings under his right collar bone (like this) piercings — none special characteristics — likes to think the 'dumb blonde' stereotype doesn't apply to him but he has his himbo moments sexual preference — dom leaning verse but has a penchant for submitting every so often kinks — muscle worship, praise, musk, restraints, biting/marking, breeding, public play, multiple orgasms. anti-kinks — scat, gore, intense breath play

PERSONALITY

alignment — neutral good positive traits — seductive, ambitious negative traits — impulsive, ruthless hobbies — reading, writing, practicing magic, sex

MEDICAL INFO

mental — mild ocd physical — never broken a bone in his life phobias — thalassophobia eyesight — 18/20 dominant hand — ambidextrous drug use — no alcohol use — no, he prefers virgin drinks and mocktails diet — semi-healthy, has a bit of a sweet tooth for pastries, junk food only once every other week

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — deceased, both full-blooded witches education — college graduate notable skills — very organized, which help him excel in administrative and clerical jobs

Born from a long line of powerful witches, Skylar was blessed with the magic his ancestors wielded. Yet despite this rare privilege, he sought for something basic spells and potions simply couldn’t achieve. From a young age, he looked to the clouds above and marveled at the birds soaring through the heavens. Their gift of flight, feathery wings and near angelic appearance made him yearn for such freedom. He didn’t want to spend his life following the rules and regulations enforced by a coven. His true wish was to fade into the sky like an angel. To transcend the mountains and oceans keeping most practitioners of the mystic arts tethered to the terrestrial plane. 

It took him years to discover a magic that would make his wish come true. Skylar stumbled upon ancient texts depicting a way for whoever casts these spells will have their sins washed away by holy light. He was awestruck and incredibly curious. No form of sorcery was ever used before by anyone in recorded history. He could possibly be the first to master such power. Luckily for him, the ability to utilize witchcraft of any form ran through his veins. Skylar managed to decipher the rituals and incantations with relative ease. Now the remaining challenge was to put the knowledge he obtained to action. A task much easier said than done, unfortunately.

Just when Skylar was about to encounter a breakthrough, a creature with snow white fur and floppy ears hopped into his arms. He acknowledged Skylar as its master and together, the two developed a seemingly mutually beneficial relationship. He named his familiar Cassiel who bestowed him with a physical link to the celestial plane. With the final ingredient at his disposal, Skylar declared the price he was willing to pay and called forth an angel for the first time. He was absolutely fascinated to bring such a divine and powerful being into existence. It was everything he could have ever imagined and more. 

Now, Skylar is determined to learn everything he can about angels and the power they possess. So far, he's not had any issues with summoning them but that could very well change the more he taps into this ancient magic.

[theewitchwitch]

Spiders have woven their way through the tapestry of human history, embodying intricate webs of symbolism across diverse cultures and literary works since the beginning of time. From the delicate balance between creation and destruction to the mysterious dance of fate, spiders evoke both awe and fear. Observed as celestial weavers shaping destinies or feared as omens of impending darkness, these creatures have long fascinated humanity. What exactly is the message behind the spider?

The mythology of the spider goes back to ancient Greek and Egyptian stories of the spider being the weaver of the world. West African, Indigenous and even Norse mythology supports idea that the spider was a creative goddess who used strength and her interconnectedness in life to transform. It has been said that the spider created the alphabet and taught us "spelling." Seems pretty magical. Let's discuss one of the myths really quick.

So, there was a mortal named Arachne. Her dad was a man in the Asia Minor (near Turkey) with all the best dyes, especially purple which was a hard color to come by and meant strictly for the gods. As she grew in her craft, Arachne created linens and intricately woven tapestries. She wasn't just an ordinary weaver. It was as if her hands danced within the loom and created stories that impacted the fates of those who wore her clothing.

As Arachne grew in her craft, the townspeople started to compare her to Athena, the daughter of Zeus and goddess of wisdom and weaving. Now a quick little something about Athena. She was NOT a girl's girl. She was wholeheartedly supporting the patriarchy at the time and led a battle of the Titans, giving her father strategy to win. Zeus, Athena's dad, wasn't just the most powerful god at the time. He BIG DADDY. We were all his sons, if you know what I mean. To be fair, Zeus wasn't the only god running around being forceful with his love-taking and often disguising themselves as revered animals to be more accepted by the woman they were in pursuit of.

Athena finds out about Arachne's bold confidence in claiming she was a much better weaver over Athena. While Athena could have approached this mortal, in her war gear with Medusa's head full of snakes embroidered onto her cloak, eternally petrifying her.

Instead, Athena disguised herself as an old woman to pay Arachne a visit. She pleaded with Arachne to consider what she had been saying. How dare she say she was better than the daughter of Zeus! Arachne didn't care one bit. In fact, she Donald Trump doubled down on it. This angered Athena so much she dropped her disguise immediately and challenged Arachne to a tapestry weaving contest. Arachne sealed her own fate, offering to accept any punishment Athena deemed appropriate should she lose the contest.

Athena began weaving a tapestry with the corners filled with stories of how the gods felt about mortals' over-confidence and lack of respect to the gods. She then included the few times her mother, Hera, petrified humans in the past.

Arachne made an entire tapestry dedicated to outing the gods' sexually deviant behavior and lack of morality despite demanding worship from the mortals. Not only did Arachne embarrass the gods but also did it in a beautiful and impeccable design. Athena even acknowledged the beauty and flawlessness of Arachne's work while simultaneously being outraged that she would make that public knowledge with no remorse in sight.

In a fit of rage, Athena destroyed Arachne's tapestry and loom. Now he is where the story goes two ways. Some say that Athena tormented Arachne until Arachne hung herself with her threads. Other accounts show that Athena did physically hurt Arachne with the intentions of killing her only to have pity. She acquired a potion from Hekate that turned Arachne into a spider, being forced to weave for all of eternity.

What do we learn as humans on a spiritual level? Where can we weave parts of ourselves into humanity? How do we weave ourselves into the things we create and what is the lasting image we leave?

MESSAGE FROM THE SPIDER:

Haste makes waste.

See things from another perspective.

Weaving Intuitive Thoughts Can Heal- W.I.T.C.H.

[singular-yike]

I must ask about Yabusame. Anything interesting about them? What are some neat secrets they might be hiding ~ ?

Ooh, Yabusame is quite the tough one, we really just know so little about them! Anyways, I'll try my best though!

It's the Flawless Thoughtlessness — Yabusame Houlen

Name: Yabusame Houlen

Since we're talking about their name, I'll be using the Japanese order here, Houlen Yabusame (鳳聯藪雨).

The first thing you might notice is the use of an L in the romanization of their name Houlen. Japanese doesn't actually distinguish between /l/ and /r/, so either is technically fine as long as we're consistent, but JynX does actually consistently use R. So why the L here?

It's so that when combined with Tsubakura Enraku, their names can combine to give Len'En!

In Houlen, "hou" (鳳) refers to the Fenghuang (鳳凰), a bird in Chinese mythology said to be the king of all birds. It is often paired with the Yellow Dragon to represent the Emperess and Emperor and China respectively.

Although rarely used on its own, "ren" (聯) carries the meaning of "link" or "pair". Perhaps used in reference to the title of the entire series "connecting chain".

In addition, "houren" is also the reading of 鳳輦, which refers to a type of palanquin decorated with a Fenghuang on the roof, used specifically by the Emperor. Nowadays it also refers to the same type of palanquin used in Shinto shrine processions as well.

In "Yabusame" (藪雨), "yabu" (藪) means "grove while "same" (雨) means "rain". Read together it refers to the Asian stubtail, given this name as their cries are said to sound like rain pattering on a grove.

Curiously enough, while Yabusame's name is indeed a Bird's Name, they are the only character so far with multiple birds in their name that are not related in any way, literally or through wordplay.

Titles

Yabusame is one of the few characters to have two titles. First, their default title: Flawless Thoughtlessness (天衣無縫の能天気)

天衣無縫 is a phrase that literally means "a celestial's clothing has no seams", which refers to something that is naturally flawless with no trace of artifice. So this is where "flawless" comes from.

能天気 refers to an easygoing person who never thinks deeply about anything, which is where we get "thoughtlessness from".

In their chef form in BotC, they're titled Chef Unbound in Any Direction (縦横無尽な調理人).

縦横無尽 literally means "vertically and horizontally endless", and refers to someone who acts freely and as they wish, hence "unbound". 調理人 simply means "chef".

Basis: Dimensions and String Theory

Similar to fellow protagonist Tsubakura Enraku, it's difficult to identify any particular figure, historical, mythological or otherwise, in them. However, it is fairly clear that Yabusame is based on dimensions and string theory.

Dimensions

Yabusame's most obvious tie to the concept of dimensions is their ability, "something like crossing dimensions". While Yabusame is indeed shown to be able to do so, like in BPoHC's tutorial where they crossed into an alternate Mugenri, how this is achieved is unclear.

Curiously, JynX personally considers Yabusame's ability the most dangerous in the series so far, although the reason remains unexplained.

The most common application of Yabusame's ability is their "hyper-dimensional pockets", portals that connect two different dimensions. They use them to send and retrieve things to and fro between dimensions, an example being their spell Confused Origins "Screen Shuffle", as seen below:

There are a number of possible curiosities possibly related to Yabusame's abilities, such as:

Yabusame is apparently only "technically human", whatever that means

Suzumi's abilities seem to have next to no effect on Yabusame at all, and even if they rewound time after killing them it would apparently still leave them dead, according to Suzumi

While Yabusame seems to have free control over their ability, EE's bad ending would imply that they need to fall asleep to truly transport themself between dimensions

JynX said that there are "no longer" alternate Yabusames across different dimensions, the Yabusame we see always being the singular Yabusame (Which raises very curious questions about BPohC, actually)

A popular theory as to why this is, is that Yabusame exists simultaneously as one being throughout all the dimensions.

It would seemingly explain why they are so very scatterbrained, as their attention is literally scattered across various dimensions; as well as why killing them would be a permanent action even if time was rewound, as time is a dimension itself.

If this were the case, then perhaps sleeping to travel between dimensions is merely for Yabusame to shift their main focus between them; and the fact that there are "no longer" distinct, separate Yabusames in each dimension would imply a fusion/takeover of some sort.

However, we should of course keep in mind that this is all a theory, and is nowhere near confirmed.

String Theory

Disclaimer: Physics is not my strong suit, and I know next to nothing about string theory, so while this is probably the juicy part I won't be able to say much here. All I can do is point out some neat little references.

Yabusame's birthday, 26 November (26/11) may be a reference to the dimensions required in different variations of string theory: The M-theory calls for 11; while the Bosonic string theory calls for 26.

The M-theory is also referenced in Yabusame's personal themes Wings that Transcend Spacetime ~ M theory and Feathers Flying off the Beaten Path ~ Eleven-dimensional.

EmEv Holdover: Serintsu

So I sort of, kinda lied when I said that we can't identify any basis for Yabusame. We do have one from Emergency Everyday, the dropped predecessor of Len'en from which our modern Len'en is based on. We should keep in mind, however, that JynX did not work on EmEv.

It is likely that Yabusame is somewhat of a renewed Serintsu.

A human with the ability of "something like crossing dimensions", from what we can see of EmEv's trial version, their story from their game is largely identical to that of Yabusame's in EE.

However, other than this, the two share no other similarities and it is fairly safe to say that EmEv's main influence on Len'en comes from its premise and story more than anything.

So! I think that concludes our little look at Yabusame. Truly a mysterious but extremely fun character, let's hope we get to learn more in the future~! Until then, I leave you with this early concept art of Yabusame, which I think deserves to be appreciated more! :)

[robinette-green]

Murder's Doll

[Ao3 link]

Summary:

a small child forced to live on the streets is abducted by Eclipse and raised to be sold off as a pawn.

the first year of MC's life they live with Eclipse's charges, Sun and Moon and are tutored mercilessly until they are finally sent off to boarding school.

after finishing school, MC is married off to an abusive husband but is eventually saved by Sun and Moon.

From then on she’s treated like a treasure.

3753 words

Notes:

she/her pronouns

TW: -blood -bullying -domestic violence -body mutilation

My parents died when I was 5 or 6. 

Time hasn't meant much to me in a long time, and a lot is hazy about my past. 

I still remember living on the cold streets in the months after their death, keeping hidden and begging for scraps. 

I remember the day a tall man dressed in black stopped to look at my tiny form, huddled on a doorstep in the fading light of evening.

I hadn't had a choice when he bent down and scooped me up, taking me away from the streets to a new kind of hell. Too weak and cold to kick or scream, and even if I had fought, I wouldn't have been able to escape. 

The man's name was Eclipse. He took me to his home and had his staff wash and dress me in fine clothing. I was fed a delicious meal and allowed to sleep in a soft bed. It was like a dream. An angel had come and saved me. 

It wasn't until the next morning that things turned for the worse. 

Eclipse presented me to his charges explaining that I would live with them until I left for boarding school. 

This was news to me. Eclipse hadn't bothered to tell me anything about what he had planned, and never once did he ever explain things to me. 

The charges were Sun and Moon, children Eclipse were looking over and teaching. They were only a little older than me at 10, but they were from wealthy families. 

Sun Starr was a ginger while Moon Altalune had silver hair. Both were gorgeous, with flawless skin and incident faces. Both tortured me throughout my entire stay in that manor house. 

Spiders in my bed, traps set in the yard, shoves down the stairs, chili pepper in my food, holding me down to cut my hair, and so much more. 

On top of that, Eclipse would take their side in any conflict. Nothing I could do would ever please him. 

I spent most of my time trying to stay out of the way, but the boys would hunt me down and make me 'play' with them. 

I would be forced to go into town with them and carry their bags, buying treats so I would be forced to watch them eat them. They would have me watch them dissect rodents while I cried for the poor critter. Sometimes Sun would get a wild hair and force me to play dress up with him, laughing at me as he did. 

Fun for them… not for me.  

Through the blur of fear and anxiety, one day before I was shipped off for schooling stands out clearly in my memory. 

Sun and Moon had dragged me into town for some 'fun .'The boys were walking a few steps ahead of me, chatting away without a care in the world, when a window display caught my attention. I slowed to a stop without the boys noticing, staring up at the glass flowers. They were so delicately crafted, each looking almost real. 

So mesmerized was I that I didn't notice the group of kids that came up behind me. 

I was shoved to the ground, dropping everything I had been holding, scraping my hand and knees as I smacked down onto the cobblestones. 

"Look, it's the celestial's dog! Do you think you're a noble like the rest of us, doggie?" The lead boy laughed, kicking me hard in the side and making me cry out. 

"Let's make sure the doggie knows their place!"

The children laughed as they kicked and threw stones at me, keeping me down. I curled up as tight as possible, attempting to protect my soft bits. Tears streamed down my cheeks as one kid lifted his foot to stomp on my head, but suddenly he was gone. Something had slammed into him, taking him down. 

The pommelling stopped, the kids backing away, but I didn't look up until I heard the screaming. Sun had the lead boy pinned to the ground and was punching him senseless.

"No one can make her cry but us! She's ours!!" Sun shouted as the other boy's nose broke, squirting blood. 

Slowly I sat up, watching numbly as one of my tormentors defended me but flinched when Moon rested a hand on my shoulder. He didn't say anything as he knelt down and blotted at my face was a handkerchief. I studied his face with big nervous eyes, waiting for some kind of backlash for dropping everything or for lagging behind, maybe even receiving blame for the commotion, but it didn't come. 

"What were you looking at?" Moon asked, his voice soft for once, but I only shook my head. He'd use it against me like always. Maybe buying a glass flower to shatter it in front of me. 

Moon glanced up at the storefront that'd caught my attention and studied the display for a moment but didn't comment.

"There! They won't bother you ever again!" Sun chirped, standing proudly before Moon and me, hands on his hips. There was blood spattered all over him, and I decidedly kept my eyes away from the boy Sun had been beating. 

"You're ours, so we have to protect you!" Sun added, leaning down towards me and grinning. 

From that day until the day I was sent away, Sun and Moon doted on me. It made me unbelievably nervous. 

They gave me flowers and sweets, played much gentler games with me and Sun took every opportunity to call me pretty. 

The sudden shift was terrifying. Every second of every day, I expected some kind of trap to be sprung on me. I peered around corners and flinched at loud noises, waiting for the horrid trick to take place. 

They must want me to let my guard down so they could torment me in some new way. In my mind, there was no other rational explanation. 

If there had been a trick, it didn't have time to play out. 

A month after the boys' attitudes towards me changed, Eclipse had the few possessions I owned packed up, and I was shipped off to a different kind of hell known as school. 

Sun threw an absolute maelstrom of a fit as I was being loaded into the carriage while Moon looked on, his face dark with his own rage. Neither wanted me to leave, but nothing would change Eclipse's mind. I needed proper schooling for what he had planned for me, so I needed to go. 

I was bullied in school, but after what Sun and Moon had put me through, it was nothing I couldn't handle. Keeping my head down and doing as well as possible in my studies, I hoped to earn Eclipse's favor, hoping that when I was finally free of this place, my future would be a good one. Maybe my life could be like the one I'd dreamed of that first night in that soft bed. 

It was not to be. 

Once I finished schooling, I was immediately married off to an influential businessman that Eclipse wanted to have ties with. 

This was yet another hell I had been dropped into. 

Every night my husband would come home drunk, and I would spend the next morning tending to new cuts and bruises from the previous night's beating. 

Sometimes I would see Sun and Moon in town. It had been almost 15 years since I'd seen them, and they had aged into stunning young men. They would stroll through town with gorgeous ladies on their arms, laughing and smiling, looking as though they didn't have a care in the world. 

They wouldn't remember me. They wouldn't have a reason to. 

And I wasn't sure I wanted them to. They had been horrid to me while we had lived together. 

Maybe… 

Maybe I hoped that they would save me? They had both been adamant that I belonged to them and the last month I had lived with them, they had treated me so… kindly. 

Maybe, when I lay broken on the floor in the manor house that was my current prison, I hoped Sun would appear again to take down my attacker, and Moon would gently dab blood from my face. 

Maybe I hoped that I could experience kindness again. 

Things got so much worse before I finally saw a break in the horrid existence that had been my life thus far. 

I was wandering through town on one of my daily excursions. My husband wanted me to spend time out of the house so people would see me whole and well, part of the charade that he treats me kindly. 

Truthfully I also wanted to spend time out of the house. Away from the cold dread I felt between those walls and away from the eyes of the servants as they watched my every move. 

I had found myself standing before a shop window, looking in at the lovely little glass flowers and wishing for the hundredth time that my life could be different when a voice spoke in my ear. 

"You look so melancholic, Sweets." 

Ice shot through my veins as I whipped around to look up at the man behind me. It was Moon, the sly grin that had been on his lips dropping to a frown as he looked into my scared eyes. 

"And still so timid. What has you so scared, turtle dove?" 

He remembers me? I had assumed he had long forgotten who I was. He'd never paid me a second glance when we'd crossed paths in the street before, so I had assumed I was nothing but another passerby to him. Why was he speaking to me now? 

I had opened my mouth to lie, to pretend everything was alright at home, as I had been trained to do, when Moon moved. 

Before I could react, Moon had taken a step closer, pinning me to the wall, and pulled at the collar of my dress, revealing my skin and the dark purple bruises underneath. 

He was so close I could smell lavender on his clothes. 

"Sweets, how did you get these? Don't lie. I'll be very upset if you lie to me." 

My trembling fingers closed lightly around the wrist of the hand on my collar. Eyes on the ground to my side, I whispered.

"He wouldn't like it if I told you." 

Not a lie. I didn't want my husband to be especially angry with me, but I didn't want to lie to Moon either. 

Save me? 

"What do we have here! Oh, Dewdrop!" Sun had come up behind his partner and gave me a dazzling smile when he caught sight of me. He recognized me too. 

"Sun." That was all Moon needed to say to draw Sun's attention to the bruising, still visible as Moon kept a hand on my neck. The smile dropped immediately, fingers reaching out to lightly graze over the discolored skin on my collarbone. 

I could feel a light trimmer through Sun's fingers, and when I glanced up, I could see the blind rage in Sun's eyes, hiding behind a tight smile. 

"Is everything alright here?" 

Moon and Sun were suddenly a step away, as though they had not just been studying the bruises on my upper body, and I found myself anxious at the space between us. 

Some good samaritan had come to ensure I was not being harassed by the men who'd been pinning me to a shop front. We were still on a main street, not very inconspicuous. 

"Y-yes, we're alright," I said quickly, covering for Sun and Moon without fully knowing why. 

The man eyed us momentarily with an odd look before conceding and leaving us be. 

I felt nauseous. 

Did I recognize him? Did he recognize me??

"Darling thing." 

I looked up at Sun's smiling face, the anger seeming to have vanished. 

"It was so good to see you, but we'll have to part ways for now." 

They were… leaving? Just like that? A lump formed in my throat. Moments ago, they were asking about the bruises, angry and upset, so why??

Had I really put so much hope in them saving me? Why would I think they would? Why would I have ever thought they would care? 

My eyes were firmly on the ground as I did all I could to hold myself together, my body shaking slightly. 

"Alright," I whispered. I would not cry. I would not. 

We parted ways, my trek back to the manor house a long one, and when I reached it, my husband was waiting for me. 

The man who had seen me with Sun and Moon had been a family friend. I was called horrible names, my hair was pulled, I was hit and kicked, things were thrown at me, and at the end of it all, I was locked in the cellar. 

Blood oozed from a cut on my forehead, and one of my eyes was swelling closed from a punch to my cheek. Fat wet tears rolled freely down my face as I sat against a wall, staring blankly into the pitch-black around me. 

No one was coming to save me. 

No one cared about the girl that was once a gutter rat. 

I was just a pawn to be disposed of. 

I don't know how long I was down there, sitting in the dark. I may have fallen asleep at some point, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't know if my eyes were open or closed. Part of me had started to assume that I would be left down here to die, and that same part of me was relieved that I would be left in peace and that everything would be over soon. 

But then the door opened, and light filtered down the stairs. 

Footsteps made their way calmly down to me, and when I looked up I found Sun and Moon standing there. 

A small sob escaped me, I couldn't stop it, and Sun was crouching down to wrap his arms around me, lifting me up into a bridal hold. 

My arms wrapped securely around his neck, and I hid my face against him, body wracked with sobs as I was cradled in a firm embrace. 

"There there, we've got you," Sun said calmly, running a hand on my back. 

He smelt of oranges and honeysuckle… and something else… something metallic. 

"You're ours, so we'll always protect you," Sun said softly, lips pressed to my hair. 

"We're sorry it took us so long to save you, Sweets," Moon added, his fingers trailing along my arms.

I was instructed to keep my eyes closed as we left the manor, so I kept my face hidden against Sun, eyes squeezed shut. 

I knew what that metallic smell was, and as I was carried up the cellar stairs, it got stronger and stronger. 

The walls must be painted with blood.

There was a carriage waiting outside for us, and when we settled inside, Sun let me keep my arms around his neck, placing me in his lap. 

Moon sat next to us, and once the carriage was moving, he gently took hold of my chin and turned my face towards him so he could blot at the cut on my forehead with a handkerchief. 

I felt numb inside as I let Moon tend to my wounds. Never in a million years had I thought my childhood tormentors would save me, but here I was, safe in Sun's arms with Moon dabbing at my cut. 

They told me that they wanted to get me as soon as I had finished school, but Eclipse had convinced them that marrying me off would be better for me… though only barely. 

They'd been keeping tabs on me, wanting to ensure I was healthy and safe. It wasn't until recently that they'd noticed how unhappy I was and thought to check-in. 

I guess it makes sense that they wouldn't notice that I was unhappy right away. Not only had I never smiled around these two, neither were good at reading people's emotions… or at least, that's how it had been when we were children. 

The whole ride to their home, I sat with my head resting against Sun's shoulder, staring numbly into space as he held me close. 

All my emotions had shut down. 

I had been taken away from the man I was sold off to, but now I was in the hands of two men who might torture me for fun. This is what I had wanted, but this could end up being another horrible situation. 

Finally closing my eyes and relaxing into Sun, I decided that at least this would be the lesser of two evils. I would rather live in fear of a nasty trick than in fear of my life. 

I was taken to an elegant home with a vast garden. The maids were kind and gentle, helping me to bathe and change, bandaging my wounds, and outing ointment on my bruises. I had dinner with Sun and Moon but ate very little of the delicious meal. 

Even though I was quiet and unresponsive, Sun and Moon chattered away with each other and at me, unbothered by my numb state and keeping me included in the conversation. I managed to give short quiet replies when things needed a response, but otherwise, I looked blankly at my plate. 

Over the next few days, they let me acclimatize to the new environment, staying close and keeping an eye on me but letting me wander aimlessly. Slowly, I started to relax and actually explore. 

This is when the boys started to stick to me like glue whenever they were in the house and… I didn't mind it. 

Sun was quick to point out things in the house and garden that he thought would interest me. He'd pull small gifts from seemingly thin air and present them to me with a grin that could light up a room. 

Moon would have me sit with him in the library, reading stories to me from his favorite books or books he thought I'd like. He'd also set up tea parties in the garden and fed me sweets that were more delicious than anything I'd ever had before. 

I was nervous and hesitant to trust them, but I slowly opened up to them. One of them was almost always by my side, and they were kind and gentle. I would startle at loud noises, and some movements or actions would cause me to flinch or cower back, but I started to smile…

 I started to feel… happy. 

As the days went on, both men began to hold me close whenever they could. They would come up behind me, wrap their arms around me, or run their fingers through my hair or against my cheek. Sweet, tender touches and cuddling. 

I let them. 

Their embraces made me feel anxious but… also safe. 

Even after I accidentally stumbled on their dark secret, I still felt safest in their arms. 

From day one, I was told to never go into the basement. That was the one place I was not allowed to go, and I had no want to go down there. I had no reason to��� 

Sometimes, one of the boys would vanish for a day or two. They seemed to take turns leaving to accomplish whatever task it was that took them away. I didn't think much about it until the day I came down to breakfast to find both men gone. 

I'd been living with the two for a little over a year at this point and I had become accustomed to their presence. Never before had both had to leave.

The house seemed so big and empty without them, even with the servants scurrying about. I could chat with the maids if I felt lonely, but they didn't make me feel safe like Sun and Moon did. 

All day I was nervous, fiddling with my fingers, pressing my nails into my palm, and glancing over my shoulder. Every sound made me twitch, made my heart jump into my throat. 

Were they back? 

I tried to fill my day with things to take my mind off their absence, but nothing seemed to work. Books couldn't hold my attention,

Wandering through the garden left me alone with my thoughts, and when I tried to sketch, I found I was drawing their faces. 

Sun and Moon were gone for three days and when they finally came back I was told by the house butler that they should not be disturbed. 

I was crestfallen. They'd returned, but I couldn't see them? Did they not want to see me? Had I done something wrong? 

I tried not to let myself spiral, tried to keep to myself and leave them be, but… I had a scare. 

They hadn't meant to scare me, I was jumpy at the best of times, but one of the servants dropped a vase on their foot and couldn't stop the angry shout that it resulted in. 

My brain sent me back to my time with my husband, the beatings and the anger, and my body reacted. I was in an utter panic, breath coming in small gasps and my body trembling. 

I needed Sun and Moon. 

I knew where they would be. They were in the one place I had been forbidden to go. The door wasn't locked, and I was through it and down a few steps before I hesitated. 

It was a fleeting feeling. A slight fear that coming down here and disrupting them would result in anger. But even in my childhood Sun and Moon had never gotten angry with me.  

Down the dimly lit steps and around a corner, I found myself in a long hallway lined with doors. A door hadn't been fully closed at the end, and a warm light leaked into the hall. 

Without a second thought, I trotted to the door and peered inside. 

A metallic smell hit me. 

Sun was standing at a metal table with his back to me.

Something… 

There was something on the table. 

Is that a body? 

Were those... limbs hanging from the ceiling? 

A warm hand slid over my eyes, an arm wrapped around my waist, and I was pulled back into a solid chest. 

"Turtle dove, you know you're not allowed down here," murmured Moon's soothing tones into my ear. 

[shmoo92]

Kaveh is sixteen, alone at boarding school, and staring at the door of his maths teacher's office.

He swallows.

Wipes his hands on his uniform.

Takes a deep breath.

Knocks on the door to his maths teacher’s office.

“”Come in.””

He pushes—wipes his palms again on his uniform and pushes open the door.

That’s his maths test on their desk.

His heart sinks.

“Kaveh,” greets his teacher. “Please have a seat.”

Kaveh croaks, “how bad is it?”

“Your procedures are flawless.”

Kaveh wets his lips then, “How. Bad.”

Ever so gently, his teacher says, “Forty nine of a hundred.”

Kaveh crumbles into the chair.

“Its just the little things—“

Kaveh’s eyes burn; he presses the heels of his palms against them.

“—forgotten decimals, flipped negatives ….”

Kaveh drops his hands. “But I didn’t leave until I found five mistakes.”

“I know you did! And I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come, and I’ve recorded your score as fifty one to reflect that.” Their brow furrows and Kaveh doesn’t want to hear—

“But you’re not going to get into Kshahrewar with marks like these.”

Thickly, Kaveh asks, “Cant you just record my score as ninety something?”

His teacher chuckles. “Do you really want me to throw you to the wolves like that?”

Kaveh looks away.

“There /is the option of supplementing your scores with field work—“

Opportunities for which, Kaveh’s about to protest, are exceedingly rare, fought over with tooth and nail, and really, only available to the top of the class and to those with Connections.

But before he can give voice to any of this, his teacher raises a hand. “There’s a resupply caravan heading to an expedition out in the desert. They plan to leave tomorrow whether or not they’ve found a replacement for the apprentice they’re short.”

Kaveh wipes his eyes and nods.

Neither he nor his teacher says anything about disgraced academics or mad scholars, but Kaveh is as sure as anything thinking about them.

“Be ready to leave by luncheon.”

He nods again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a good supper, Kaveh.”

He croaks, “Thanks.” and pushes to his feet and out the door.

.

Kaveh gets to packing. but he doesn’t have as many pairs of underwear as he socks so he goes through his entire merger wardrobe and runs a late evening load of laundry and then figures he should wash the bedclothes as well. While he waits, he collects all his texts, notebooks, and primers and discovers quite by chance that the particular red of his physics textbook complements the burnt umber of his algebra text *beautifully*.

The bell warning about the looming curfew chimes.

Kaveh blinks back to awareness.

He’s apparently looking to fit his teal celestial mechanics text into the rainbow of books he’s arranged on the floor.

The bell chimes again.

Kaveh glances at his bed—

His blood chills: his bed clothes are still in the wash and he doesn’t have time before lights out to dry them.

He runs to the laundry, shovels his clothes and into his hamper, throws the linens in the dryer, and sprints back to his room, closing the door just as the curfew bell rings.

He lays a jumper over his pillow and wraps himself in a throw blanket, and shuts the light.

.

In order to have breakfast Kaveh needs to get out of bed, put on his slippers and overcoat, and walk two minutes to the meal hall.

They’re serving *pancakes* this morning. They’re warm and fluffy and have a delightfully crunchy shell.

He just. has. to get. *up*.

He’s idly designing a castle in his mind when he just gets up, puts on his slippers and overcoat, and leaves his room.

*Why is he like this?*

.

As it turns out, he has fewer day clothes than he has space in his bag. He frets about which books to bring until he hears his classmates head to class; this prompts him to only pack his workbook and the texts he needs to read to keep up with the others.

He ends up arriving an hour early to lunch.

.

When the caravan arrives, the dig site is all in a state: they’d found a door in the wall they’d been excavating.

They ease it open the next morning to find it full of tablets. By the time supper rolls around, the crew feel comfortable with the hypothesis that this small hall of records documents the early planning stages of Ay-Khanoum.

(Kaveh wants to read all of it.)

Also by supper, the head of the caravan has reprimanded him twice and two of the dig site crew have scolded him.

.

Late at night on the fourth day, he’s supposed to be doing an inventory of foodstuffs but he’s instead comparing the dye of two different bags of rice—

“Is this the best your school could come up with?” snaps the quartermaster. “Do you think this is how you’re going to earn a recommendation, kid? Do you think this how you’ll get into the Akademiya?”

Kaveh shakes his head.

“Then act like it, kid! You’re not here to slack off!”

Kaveh nods.

“Now scram! This’ll go faster with you elsewhere.”

Shame burns like acid; Kaveh sketches a bow and flees.

.

He finds himself in the hall of records, looking up at the mural of King Deshret.

“What’re you smiling about,” he grumbles. He sucks in a breath. “What even gives you the right to be up there on this stupid wall with a whole city to your name? What makes your brain oh so perfect and special and remarkable that you can manage—“ Kaveh waves. “—people and numbers and—“ He spits, “decimals. Why is it that you—“ Thickly, “Why do you get a city and I get yelled at? How do you make your brain work? Why can’t I make my brain work?” His eyes burn and he can barely see through his tears “I just want— He snatches—

The trowel shocks him.

He swallows.

The hair on his arms stands on end.

The air crackles.

His memory politely offers the fun fact that should these two experiences occur on a mountain, there’s about to be a lightning strike.

Since Kaveh is currently two stories underground, he screams in frustration about how stupid his head is.

And then the floor beneath him glows purple.

Whips of electro energy snap all around him, becoming brighter and brighter—

He’s so fucked.

.

Kaveh awakens to concerned blips.

Why does he know they’re concerned?

He opens his eyes.

It’s about the size and shape of a briefcase, a thousand different shades of purple, and a face made of flat, simple shapes looks upon him worriedly.

Kaveh reaches out—

The construct chirps happily and swoops up against his hand, nuzzling his palm.

He pushes himself up to sitting—

Something tumbles into his lap.

He attends—

A Vision!

[touhoutunes]

Title: ただひとつの天衣 (A Common Heavenly Veil)

Arrangement: deepse

Vocals: 天宮みや

Album: 聖人の調律

Circle: 少女フラクタル

Original: Flawless as Clothing of the Celestials

[ganeshmoorti]

The Art and Craftsmanship Behind Radha Krishna Marble Statues

The Radha Krishna marble statue is a profound symbol of divine love and spirituality, revered in Hinduism. Beyond its religious significance, these statues are a testament to the rich artistic traditions and craftsmanship that have flourished in India for centuries. Carved from pure white marble, these statues blend spirituality with artistry, capturing the essence of devotion and love through detailed craftsmanship. The art of creating these statues is an intricate process that requires immense skill, patience, and attention to detail, making each piece a work of art that transcends time.

The Symbolism of Radha Krishna

Radha and Krishna are iconic figures in Hindu mythology, symbolizing divine love and the soul’s eternal longing for union with the Divine. Krishna represents God, while Radha symbolizes the soul that yearns for divine love. Together, they are revered as the epitome of love, devotion, and beauty. The image of Radha and Krishna in marble captures this celestial bond, offering a powerful visual representation of love that goes beyond the physical realm.

The Marble Selection Process

The creation of a marble Radha Krishna murti begins with the selection of the finest quality marble. Marble is highly valued for its durability, smooth texture, and natural beauty. Artisans typically prefer white marble from places like Makrana, Rajasthan, which is known for producing marble of exceptional quality. This particular marble is renowned for its pure whiteness and longevity, making it ideal for religious statues.

Once the marble is selected, it is meticulously inspected for any imperfections, ensuring that the final product will be flawless. This process is crucial, as any flaws in the marble can disrupt the aesthetic and structural integrity of the statue.

The Carving Process: A Symphony of Skill and Precision

Carving a Radha Krishna statue from marble is a laborious process that requires a high level of expertise. Master sculptors with years of experience use traditional tools such as chisels, hammers, and rasps to shape the marble block into a lifelike representation of Radha and Krishna. The artistry involved is remarkable—every detail, from the delicate features of the faces to the intricate designs on their garments and ornaments, is meticulously carved with precision.

The expressions of jugal Radha Krishna marble murti are often the most challenging and vital aspects of the statue. Krishna’s serene smile and Radha’s loving gaze must reflect the divinity and warmth of their bond. Sculptors often spend weeks perfecting the facial features, ensuring that the emotions of the deities are conveyed through their expressions.

The folds of the garments, the jewelry, and the accessories are also intricately carved. Each piece is designed to evoke a sense of movement, as if Radha and Krishna are captured in a moment of divine dance. The level of detail is extraordinary, with every curve and line contributing to the statue’s overall beauty.

Hand-Painting and Polishing: Adding Life to Marble

Once the statue is carved, artisans hand-paint the deities, adding vibrant colors to their clothing, ornaments, and accessories. Gold leaf and other decorative materials may be used to highlight certain aspects, enhancing the divine appearance of the statue. The eyes, in particular, are carefully painted to convey depth and emotion, bringing the deities to life in a way that resonates with devotees.

After painting, the statue undergoes a rigorous polishing process. This step ensures that the marble's natural sheen is accentuated, giving the statue a radiant and lifelike quality. The smooth, polished surface of the marble reflects light beautifully, enhancing the spiritual aura of the statue.

The Spiritual and Artistic Significance

A marble Iskcon Radha Krishna Statue is not just a work of art; it is a spiritual object that holds deep meaning for devotees. These statues are often placed in homes, temples, and sacred spaces, serving as a focal point for prayer and meditation. The artistic beauty of the statue enhances the spiritual experience, reminding devotees of the divine love and connection between Radha and Krishna.

For collectors and devotees alike, these marble statues are cherished for their timeless beauty and craftsmanship. Each statue is a unique piece, handcrafted with dedication and care, ensuring that it will stand the test of time both as an art object and as a symbol of divine love.

Conclusion

The creation of Radha Krishna marble statues is an art form that embodies devotion, skill, and tradition. From the careful selection of marble to the intricate carving and detailed painting, each statue is a masterpiece that reflects the rich cultural heritage of India. These statues serve not only as symbols of divine love but also as testaments to the exceptional craftsmanship that has been passed down through generations. Owning a Radha Krishna marble statue is akin to owning a piece of spiritual and artistic history, one that continues to inspire devotion and admiration for centuries.

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Kolaborasi ke-4 Dankagu dengan fhána, serta debut perilisan dankagu versi nintendo!

Kalau kamu tau opening dari Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid dengan judul "Aozora No Rhapsody", pasti kenal dengan band yang satu ini yang bernama fhána

Kali ini datang dari kolaborasi antara Touhou Danmaku Kagura Phantasia Lost dengan fhána. Lagu yang dibawakan merupakan original aransemen fhána yang berjudul "Flawless Clothing of the Celestials (not)innocent?". tidak hanya itu saja debut perilisan dankagu di nintendo switch juga akan dillaksanakan pada tanggal 5 September 2024 mendatang.

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Each pull through the fabric was smooth and effortless. Each stitch laid smoothly like polished opal, it's perfect nature was majority attributed to the one holding the needle however the way they laid made it seem like they were melting into one another like a swirl of something celestial.

The passing happens like any other however with the progression of time, the room seemed brighter with each length of strand cut. And by the last stitch, a rainbow of colors danced on her ceiling lazily drifting like the clouds she had stitched. Almost as though the ceiling had captured the light of a shimmering stained glass window, or a hazy memory on film.

It was rare to be able to sew alone for so long. She couldn't even hear her parents downstairs. Her fingers flowed naturally over the hoop, stitching a shimmery sky, highlighting the clouds and the edges of the ruined castle within.

There was a sense of calm and quiet and Coronis could actually breathe.

This is nice. She thought, smiling over her work. I haven't had such a quiet day in a while. And this thread- She struggled to find a single frayed end, or a place where it separated into fibers. -it's completely flawless.

The ceiling shimmered. Like light filtering through water, or sunshine on a rainbow catcher. The thread was very, very reflective it seemed, and Coronis could admire the gauzy colors cast high above.

"....I better not keep this out in the open."

It was a shame. But she wrapped the finished piece in a thick cloth, blotting out the light. Stella would rip it up if she found it. Mommy might ask why she'd wasted her time on it.

"Another time."

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Shine Bright Like a Diamond: A Guide to Big Engagement Rings

A shimmering symbol of commitment, an eternal promise nestled on your beloved's finger. And for some, bigger truly is better. Big engagement rings, with their dazzling diamonds and bold presence, speak volumes about a love that refuses to be understated. But navigating the world of these sparkling giants can be daunting. Worry not, diamond-dreamers, for this guide will illuminate your path!

Dazzling Dimensions: Defining the "Big" in Big Rings

Size is subjective, even in diamonds. What whispers "wow" to one might just be a twinkle to another. So, let's establish some parameters. Big engagement rings typically boast center stones exceeding one carat, with some soaring beyond the three-carat mark. These are statement pieces, designed to turn heads and spark gasps of admiration.

Beyond the Carat: The Symphony of Spark

While carat weight is a key factor, don't be blinded by a single number. Cut, clarity, and color play a crucial role in a diamond's brilliance. A well-cut stone, like a round brilliant or radiant, maximizes light play, transforming your ring into a miniature disco ball. Clarity refers to the presence of flaws, with VS1 or higher ratings promising near-flawless beauty. Color is all about personal preference. Classic white diamonds exude timeless elegance, while fancy yellows or pinks add a touch of modern flair.

Setting the Stage: Showcasing Your Stone

The setting cradles your diamond, influencing its look and feel. Prong settings elevate the stone, creating a dramatic, open vibe. Bezel settings offer a sleek, secure embrace, perfect for active lifestyles. Halo settings surround the center stone with smaller diamonds, amplifying its sparkle like a celestial crown. Explore pave settings for a dazzling band, or intricate vintage designs for a touch of old-world romance.

Budgeting for Brilliance: Planning Your Sparkle Spree

Let's be honest, big diamonds come with a bigger price tag. But that doesn't mean they're out of reach. Research, set realistic expectations, and consider alternative options. Lab-grown diamonds offer ethical sparkle at a fraction of the cost. Moissanite, a near-diamond gemstone, boasts incredible fire and brilliance. Think outside the box! Vintage rings can be timeless treasures, and heirloom stones carry sentimental value beyond compare.

More Than Just the Bling: Choosing a Ring that Reflects You

Your ring should be as unique as your love story. Consider your partner's style and personality. Does she embrace bold glamour or understated elegance? Is she a city sophisticate or a nature enthusiast? Choose a setting and design that complements her lifestyle and taste. Remember, this ring is a daily companion, a whispered promise on her finger. Make it one that tells your story with every sparkle.

Owning Your Shine: Caring for Your Diamond Darling

Big diamonds deserve big care. Regular cleaning with warm water and gentle soap is key. Invest in a polishing cloth for a quick shine boost. Avoid harsh chemicals and extreme temperatures. Remember, annual professional inspections ensure your diamond's brilliance endures for generations.

Beyond the Sparkle: What Big Rings Really Mean

A big engagement ring is a statement, but it's not just about materialism. It's a declaration of confidence, a symbol of a love that's bold and unapologetic. It's a conversation starter, a beacon of joy that attracts compliments and sparks endless curiosity. It's an heirloom in the making, a legacy of love passed down through generations.