#khutulun

[tasty-tiago]

Khutulun, Mongolian Princess Warrior

[ra-horakhty-art]

Happy women's day!

And today mongolian princess Khutulun congratulates you. She was Haidu's daughter, who was a grand grandson of Genghis Khan. Khutulun struggled like a man and ruled armies. She and her father took part in the Civil war in Mongolian Empire.

[city-of-ladies]

“In the early days of the Eurasian steppe, knowing how to use a bow and ride a horse could be the difference between survival or death. Wolves, enemy tribes, and other dangers lurked everywhere. “You’re pretty much out on the steppe by yourself [so] the men had to learn how to do the women’s jobs and the women had to learn how to do the men’s job,” says May. While men traditionally protected the camp and women cared for the tribe’s herds, everyone had to be ready to pick up the slack, especially if an enemy tribe decided to raid your own. “If you’re living in a group of 20 people and another 20 people ride over the hill and they want what you have, whether that be water or sheep or you name it, anything, it would be silly to have ten of [your] people just sitting on the ground,” says Greenland.

(...)

Before the late 12th century, tribes scattered across the steppe often fought each other, so every warrior mattered. If an enemy tribe decided to raid your camp, everyone, men and women, took up their bows and battle axes to defend their home.”

[damnedserenity]

This is mostly to explain why in my au the human fighters need to be woman

•since Ragnarok as a whole wasn't taken seriously the gods decided to agree on account that all the fights should be pretty woman so they can essentially just gawk at them but also for brunhilde to struggle finding any fighters at all. this obviously backfired on them but that's a future thing

•i also hc that the goddesses in ror have either lost their will to fight or just never had them. if the gods never had a threat on earth, it would justify this level of pride and just relax them into pacifism or a 'let the others handle it' attitude. it's the blood thirsty gods looking for a fight that actually fought. maybe it's cause of some sort woman should sit and look pretty mindset or maybe most of the greek goddesses just don't exist besides moves but I would like Ragnarok to be a bit of a waking call on the au

•another thing is that the female fighters essentially had better things to do. besides the ones that just didn't care enough or had the mentality that someoen else would do it, most of them weren't just fighters. they were woman who were rulers and had families to care about (as cliche as that sounds), most had tragic ends and had finally reunited with their loved ones and didn't wnat to give it up to a battle that (in their minds) was already was decided. Artemisia might've been a coward for giving up before the round even started but she had a point. this is why there are so many (albeit comedic) posts about Brunhilde and göll recruiting the fighters. it kind of just boils down to that one meme of why women live longer than men

•buddha still gets to fight on R6 on account of the technicality the human fighters on side of humanity need to be women. no one said anything about immortals.

•to note on why the female fighters wouldn't have participated in canon is mainly because Brunhilde was the one picking the fighters and all the fighters in the au had a slightly lower chance of winning just based on statistic (also to explain why canon and au have the same win-lose rounds)

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Khutulun, a descendant of Genghis Khan, refused to marry unless her suitor could beat her in a wrestling match. Nobody ever defeated her

[joshualunacreations]

One year ago, we adopted our second dog, Khutulun. It’s amazing to see how far she’s come since she showed up at our local rescue in very bad shape. My partner made a video to celebrate her journey and enemies-to-fluffers transformation with Pogi. 🥰 I named Khutulun after Genghis Khan's great-great granddaughter, a Mongol warrior princess renowned for defeating all of her male suitors in wrestling matches and amassing 10,000 horses as victory prizes. Our own Khutulun liked to wrestle her foster brother, who was 3x her size, and now Pogi gets to enjoy all the love. 😄 𝗖𝗪: Description and photos of animal harm from 0:06 to 0:20

[nickysfacts]

Khutulun was proving that women can be stronger then men 100 horses at a time!

🐴🇲🇳🐴

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

[valkyries-things]

KHUTULUN // PRINCESS OF THE MONGOLS

“She was a Mongol noblewoman and wrestler, the most famous daughter of Kaidu, a cousin of Kublai Khan. Her father was “most pleased by her abilities”, and she accompanied him on military campaigns. She was described by Marco Polo as a superb warrior, one who could ride into enemy ranks and snatch a captive as easily as a hawk snatches a chicken. She insisted that any man who wished to marry her must defeat her in wrestling. Winning horses from competitions and the wagers of would-be-suitors, it is said that she gathered a herd numbering ten thousand.”

[thejackmeister-mongolhistory]

New video coming tomorrow on Qutulun, the famous wrestling princess — and what the sources say about her life beyond the wrestling tales. It's currently up now for patrons and channel members.

[trashyocstash]

the main girls

i think i coloured julie's hair too light lol, also changed up leila's facial features to better reflect her being iranian

[lightdancer1]

Last but not least, Khutulun:

Ending today with Khutulun, a Princess of the lineage of Arig-Boke who refused to conform to the customs of her time and who was noted as a heroic figure for it.

[matriarchy-au]

Khutulun was a strong warrior princess who participated in the Mongol military campaigns in the late 13th century. She was trained in shooting, wrestling, and riding since her childhood.

[educationaldm]

I feel something like this could be fruitful for a quest or adventure. Perhaps the party are employed by a princess or perhaps by a suitor? I love interesting History.

[damnedserenity]

RoR Au Incorrect Quotes: 25

Wu Zetian: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Khutulun: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Wu Zetian: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

[unbreakable-oaths]

champion - for the single-word fic prompt!

Thank you! Mostly because this got me out of my writing funk I've been sitting in for the past month.

Can also be read on ao3 here

Of Champions and Tragedies

Ysayle kissed her like her lips held an inescapable sin. Her white knight, her little dragon, with mother’s gift and taken in and turned champion by her enemies before she could find her. Turned into a weapon. Godslayer. Now a temptation she couldn’t quite resist even if it led to her death. (It did lead to her death, but not the way she anticipated.)

Cyella kissed her like she could find absolution in her lips. A century of answered prayers sent to reveal the truth hidden beneath a veil of light. An angel of death sent to extract retribution and instead choosing forgiveness. And, if she kept chasing those lips, she might even find it.

Khutulun the blacksmith claimed she was no such profound or holy thing. She was just a woman at the wrong place at the wrong time (the right place at the right time) who, after all that had transpired, would never be able to go home again. Champions had a cause, she maintained, a higher sense of purpose. All she had was a desire to test her mettle against what the world had to offer and escape the expectations shackled to her name, and maybe get to kiss a pretty girl or two if she was lucky.

“Is that not, little dragon,” Ysayle had said to her so long ago during a quiet night on their pilgrimage to Hraesvelgr, “how all champions start?”

“Your actions, my dear,” Cyella said to her now, during a quiet night in the Crystarium, “speak otherwise. Far louder than any of your protestations.”

And then they kissed her again.

“Champions,” Khutulun pointed out to each of them, when she could speak again, “are far better people than I. I am bloodthirsty, full of rage. When my shield broke, people died. Instead of reforging it stronger, I forged it into a weapon so it could never fail me again.”

“Little knight,” Ysayle chided, “you forget you’re speaking to a heretic.”

“Little warrior,” Cyella chided, “you forget you’re speaking to the Shadowkeeper.”

“Retribution is a righteous motivation for a champion to have,” Ysayle had said, back then.

“Rage is a powerful emotion,” Cyella said to her, now, “all champions have those. How else would they keep going against all odds?”

And then they kissed her again.

Khutulun the blacksmith was not a champion. She was a woman running from destiny even as it kept showing up at her door. Champions were better people, braver people (not that she wasn’t brave) than she. People who stood for a cause because they believed in it, not because they didn’t have a choice. She was just a blacksmith with a sword and a gift, dragged into this because the temptation of testing her mettle against “impossible” foes was too much for her to resist. Champions, she’d protest, have cleaner hands and cleaner consciouses than her. There was neither sin nor absolution to be found on her lips. She was a godslayer, not a god. Champions were holy things, and she was not.

“I don’t think,” Ysayle said to her, “champions don’t get to choose what they are. That is their tragedy.”

“A self-proclaimed champion is no champion at all,” Cyella echoed, years later, “Trust me, I would know.”

And then they kissed her again.

Champions, Khutulun lamented, had far too many people die for them. Left far too many people behind. She was not worth the trail of bodies left in her wake.

The Ysayle in her dreams smiled. “I’d do it again,” that smile said even as memory faded away.

“That is,” Cyella sighed, “the champion’s other tragedy. It is not up to you to decide if you’re worth it.”

And then she kissed her again.

Khutulun the blacksmith would never consider herself a champion. She was far too foolish for that. But for others? She would play the part, after all they had long ago decided without her that that’s what she was. And perhaps, she decided, that was actually her tragedy.