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ruibaozha · 1 year ago

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The Inconsistency of Nezha's Age, a Short Introduction.

Put very bluntly, Nezha’s age varies greatly depending on which story you’re reading and who’s retold it. He is not always a child or an adult depending on retelling, though my intention here is to highlight the sheer variety available first and foremost - and perhaps shine a light on the Indian dieties which may have influenced him. If these varied images are unwanted, please keep scrolling.

I happened to stumble upon a timeline error where Nezha’s brother Muzha is described to be using martial arts weapons referred to as “Hooks of Wu” which were specific to the 1800s, quite a long time after Canonization of the Gods was published, but also originating from a time period where numerous varied editions of that story were in circulation. Upwards of twenty different versions exclusive to the 19th century, actually.

The problem arises that Canonization of the Gods is meant to be occurring during the Zhou Shang conflict, that I will generously assume to be in 1045BCE, centuries before the Hooks of Wu would actually exist. It’s completely possible that the version Gu Zhizhong translated was one of these later editions as is makes no chronological sense for Muzha to have those kinds of weapons to begin with. So I have been on somewhat of a rabbit chase trying to pin down the edition Gu Zhizhong used.

Bearing such errors in mind, it’s easy to see where the confusion of Nezha’s age can come from. Before his origin story was integrated within Canonization of the Gods he would be roughly three to seven days old when his conflict with Ao Guang and the Lady Rock Demoness would occur - whereas within Canonization of the Gods he’s actually 6 or 7 years old.

Outside of that, a definitive age isn’t actually provided. Genuinely, within the scope of Chinese folklore and mythos it’s very rare to assign someone an exact age - which I do believe contributed heavily to the known discourse surrounding Nezha’s age to begin with.

He was imported as an adult from India, a child form not seeming to exist for a while until stories of Krsna were integrated to how the Chinese envisioned Nalakubara. Krsna, being an infantile disguise for the notorious Vishnu, also displays supernatural human strength and is actually successful in killing his father figure (1) — unlike Nezha.

As children, both Krsna and Nezha are able to wield heavenly bows and subjugate water spirits (2) while also being known to be dragon tamers (3). The inclusion of these stories to Nezha predates the sculpting of the Quanzhou Pagoda’s (which have been discussed briefly here) and are arguably the earliest evidence of Nezha being a dragon tamer.

Speculatively a child god combination of both Nalakubara and Krsna named Nana is likely where a majority of Nezha’s child attributes come from, based in the Scripture of the Supreme Secrets of Nana Deva - which would see translations within China during the Northern Song period of 960AD-1127AD. Nana would be described thus:

At that time there was a Deva called Nana. His appearance was exceptionally handsome, and his face beamed with a gentle smile. He was holding the sun, the moon, and various weapons. His numerous treasures and abundant jewelry shone more brightly than the sun and the moon. He made himself a luoye robe (4) from the dragons Nanda and Upananda, and a belt from the dragon Taksaka (5). He possessed the same strength as Narayana (i.e. Visnu). He too came to the assembly and sat down facing the Buddha … At that time the Buddha emanated great light from his dharma body of meditation. The light covered the entire Buddha Universe, reaching all the great evil yaksas, the various types of raksasas and pisacas (6) and all the evil dragons as far as the heavenly constellations. When the Buddhas light shone upon them they all awoke to the truth. The Buddhas light returned to him and, after encircling him three times, entered his head. It then reissued in seven colors from his brow, entering Nana-Deva’s head. When the Buddha light penetrated his head, Nana Deva displayed an enormous body like Mt. Sumeru. His facial expression alternated between terrifying anger and a broad smile. He had a thousand arms, and he was holding a skull (7) and numerous weapons. He was handsomely adorned with a tiger skin robe and skulls. [Mightily Strong] He emanated blazing light and terrifying strength. When Nana Deva displayed this divine body, the great earth shook, and all who beheld him were terrified.

Both Nana and Nezha share the same residence of Vaisravana’s palace, are known dragon tamers, and both were known to use belts. The Supreme Secrets of Nana Deva predate all known connections between Nezha and dragons, perhaps lending to Nezha many more elements than initially believed.

Though without concrete evidence stating one way or another, I can only present this information speculatively - especially as it seems difficult for some to understand that Nezha does enjoy a known adult and child form. This answer has already become quite long, so if there’s still confusion regarding this please feel free to ask for more details.

Bibliography:

(1) Goldman, “Fathers, Sons and Gurus,” pp.350, 364; Masson, “Childhood of Krsna”; Ramanujan, “The Indian ‘Oedipus’”; Silk, Riven by Lust, pp. 164-170.

(2) Harley, “Krishna’s Cosmic Victories”; Matchett, “Taming of Kaliya”.

(3) It’s worth comparing Matchett’s “Taming of Kaliya” p.116 with Canonization of the Gods 12.103. Nezha is five days old within the Ming era Sanjiao yuanliu shengdi fozu sou shen daquan, p. 326.

(4) Luoye is the Chinese term for a garment Indian men tied under the armpit, leaving their right shoulder bare. See Xuanzang, Da Tang Xiyu ji, T. 2087, 51: 876b, and Li Rongxi’s translation, Great Tang Dynasty Record, p.53.

(5) Nanda, Upananda, and Taksaka appear in various Buddhist lists of the eight dragon kings; see Foguang da cidian, pp. 6378,6405.

(6) The rakasas and pisacas are two types of Hindu ogres, who Buddhists demonology incorporated. Both types feed on human flesh. See Foguang da cidian, pp6673-6674 and 3851; Monier-Williams, A Sanskrit-English dictionary, pp. 871 and 628; and Strickman’s survey of Buddhist demonology in his Chinese Magical Medicine, pp. 62-68.

(7) Geboluo appears frequently within the contemporaneous Chinese translation of the Hevajra Tantra (Foshuo dabeikong zhi jin’guang dajiaowang yigui jing), no. 892 volume 18: 587-601.

(8) Zuishang mimi Nana tian jing, no. 1288, 21:358b-c. hi

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helaelaemond · 1 year ago

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The Princes and I - Daemon/Aemond/Reader

Pairing: Daemon x Aemond x she/her AFAB reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Daemon is an old lover of yours. He invites you to spend some time with him and his new lover, his nephew Prince Aemond.

Content warning(s): canon-typical incest (uncle/nephew), brief mentions of brother/sister incest, brief mentions of uncle/niece incest

INCLUDES: oral (m receiving, f receiving), fingering (m receiving, f receiving), breast worship, vaginal sex (f receiving), anal sex (m receiving). Top!Aemond, bottom!Daemon

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With a smile, Daemon opened the door to his chambers. He was flushed under the collar and his ears were red and he was happy, and the sight of you in his doorway almost made him laugh in delight.

“My lady,” he greeted you fondly. He let go of Aemond’s hand so that he could take both of yours and kiss your cheek. You so warm.

“My prince,” you replied with a sly smile. “I do hope I am not disturbing you.”

“Certainly not.” He pulled back only slightly, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling you closer by the waist. “Thank you for joining us.”

For a moment, you closed your eyes and tilted your chin up until your nose brushed his, and your smile was one of satisfaction. “Thank you for inviting me.”

It was you who broke the touch first. With your hands in his, fingers stroking the worn skin around his knuckles, you pulled back to look at Aemond by his side. Your smile did not fade. When your gazes met, his cheeks turned pink.

“Nephew, this is an old friend of mine. My lady, this is Aemond.”

Despite trying to comb his hair back in some semblance of dignity since Daemon had grasped it, some had fallen across Aemond’s eyes. He touched the sleeve of his tunic and blinked. The sapphire in place of a missing eye glinted in the firelight “It is an honour to meet you, my lady.”

“The honour is mine, my prince. I have wished to meet you for many years.” As introductions were made, Daemon gently tugged on your hands to bring you into the chambers, and the guards outside closed the doors. You were alone, shut away from the world. You would have peace.

He made a fuss of you, unclasping the velvet cloak from your throat to reveal the soft dress beneath. Daemon thought of you when he smelled lavender, and you wore the scent now. And the colour. After setting your cloak on a table close to the door, he drank in the sight of you. The purple dress was almost sheer, soft and light and floating about you like a spring breeze. Your arms and shoulders were bare and on your skin, constellations of freckles splashed from head to toe. The slits of the dress were as high as your waist, allowing him glimpses of your strong thighs. The neckline was plunging and about your neck, you wore a sparkling gem set into silver.

Aemond wore the dragon pin Daemon had procured him. You wore the eagle pendant he had bought. He bit his lip as he looked between you, trying not to grin.

“You are most kind,” Aemond said stiffly. His lips had gone thin and pale as his uncle had revealed more of your skin, run his hands over you in light touches. You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“I hear many great tales of you,” you mused with a gentle laugh. Your hair shifted like starlight as your head moved to the side. “By all rights, you ought to be a knight. Or perhaps the heir to a king.”

“Don’t forget yourself,” Daemon chided you. Softening his words, though, he ran his knuckles up your arm and to the chain around your neck. He touched the old gift, before ghosting his fingers in remembrance of how he used to choke you.

Turning to look at him, mere inches from your face, you licked your lips and smiled. “I do not forget myself, my prince. I am merely humbled to be before two such great men. Two Targaryens, gods among men."

Daemon snorted. "I never much appreciated the honey on your tongue. But how skilled you are with it when you do not speak."

"You wound me," you replied with a raised brow, scarcely able to hide your grin. "And you lie. If you truly believed what you say, you would have tired of me many seasons ago. But still, after all these years, you call me to your side."

He couldn't resist kissing you deeply then. The intensity of it took your breath away - his fingers clutched the silver around your neck and yanked you closer, while his tongue pressed hungrily to the inside of your teeth. "You're not my only friend now," he grunted between kisses. "Are you going to be my nephew's friend, too?"

After a long moment, you pushed Daemon away with heavily lidded eyes. You glanced over at the young prince, and held out your hand. He took it hesitantly. “Any friend of my prince's is a friend of mine, Aemond. I think you quite dear to him, and I’m glad to finally make your acquaintance.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed as the introductions began to shed their formalities, and he echoed the words back to you. He offered you wine and you accepted. Daemon watched you interact so easily and quickly. He watched how Aemond raked his eyes over you, and saw the tell-tale signs of how much he was beginning to enjoy you. Liked looking at you. Being near you. It mingled with the lust still rushing through his veins.

The evening was slipping into night. Outside, though, it was still warm and the clear sky twinkled with a hundred thousand stars. Daemon followed his lovers, past and present, out onto the balcony and took with him a goblet of wine. On the wide patio were soft sofas and deep chairs and you and Aemond had chosen to sit opposite each other. He took a chair, and you took a sofa. Daemon leaned over Aemond and kissed him long and slow before settling on the sofa next to you. From the way he shifted in the chair, Daemon knew it had done nothing to soften Aemond’s desire. He watched him as he took a sip of wine, imagining him riding his cock on this very sofa.

But then he looked at you whose gaze was on the stars, and Aemond was replaced with you. How pretty you used to look atop him, riding him and taking your pleasure from him however you liked. You were such a bright soul; it made it all the more enjoyable to see you enjoy yourself with him however you liked. He got to see a side of you that few others did.

His robes were soft and did not hide his desire. When you looked at him, it did not escape your notice. The corner of your lips twitched but you didn’t remark upon it. Given your state of dress, you had come to his rooms with your own expectations.

“Aemond,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the hungry gaze of Daemon, “won’t you tell me the tale of how you came to Dragonstone? There are many rumours as to why - I am curious of the truth.”

Aemond leaned back in his chair and told the tale of his assignment to Dragonstone following the death of Viserys to keep the peace. You listened curiously. When it came to the matter of him essentially being held hostage, he looked to Daemon for reassurance. Settled comfortably back in cushions and enjoying the sound of his lover’s voice, Daemon had nodded slightly. You were discreet and trustworthy.

“How curious,” you remarked with interest after a while. “There were many who assumed your brother would take up arms against the Queen.”

Daemon smirked. “It is astounding what loyalty a few nights in my bed can inspire, isn't it, nephew?”

On the chair across from you, Aemond blushed deeply.

“And how did it come to be that you… found one another?”

“The queen introduced us. She, ah…” Daemon hesitated, and glanced over at Aemond. He inclined his head once, granting permission. “Would you really like to know?”

Smiling, you nodded.

Daemon moved closer on the sofa to you until he was almost behind you. Aemond’s gaze burned into you as he ghosted his lips across your shoulder. He left a whispering kiss on your neck and breathed against your ear. “I found him in Rhaenyra’s lap, full of the queen's fingers and cock untouched, almost mewling. He looked so pretty, so wanton. I couldn’t refuse when he almost begged for me.”

Your eyes closed. Your hand grasped his thigh, air suddenly stolen from your lungs. “Is that so?”

“You should see him, my lady. He is so perfect when he is given what he needs.”

“I’m sure.”

“What do you need?”

Pulling away slightly, you looked back at him. “More than a few pretty words.”

Daemon knew how to work you. Soft conversations, kind words, compliments, gentle touches. They filled the evening with them. Aemond stayed where he was, content to watch for now. He was a quick learner.

“My prince,” you moaned softly. Daemon had stripped you bare and laid you on his bed and settled between your legs. How he had missed it here! His mouth found its place on your breast and he teased your nipple with his teeth and tongue. You never tired of the attention; you loved it. You sighed and scraped your nails over his scalp. Silver hair slipped through your fingers. “Yes.”

Aemond hesitated at the foot of the bed. He wanted to watch, but he wanted to feel, too. Something about seeing your neck arch and thighs tremble just from the attention on your nipple had him leaking through his breeches, though, and just a touch of your speckled skin would be too much.

Daemon sucked harder and teased your other nipple between long fingers. He pressed his knee hard between your legs and you swore. Immediately you found a rhythm against his knee and thigh and as he lavished attention on your chest, you chased your first orgasm.

Aemond watched as you threw your head back and the intensity overtook you. Your whole body writhed and your legs shook and you pressed Daemon’s face tighter against you. Before you had the chance to come back down, he slid down your body and buried his mouth between your thighs.

Aemond let out a soft and strained noise. He couldn’t see his lover’s lips against their guest but he could taste you in your mind. He could imagine how slick you were against Daemon’s chin and how your clit throbbed against his tongue. You grasped your breasts and pressed your nipples between your fingers in an echo of Daemon’s ministrations. You came quickly a second time.

After, Daemon kissed your mouth and let you taste yourself on him. It made you laugh, made you wrap your arms around his neck. He stroked your cheek and whispered something soft to you. You nodded and kissed him one more time before letting him go.

“Aemond,” he called out smugly. “Come to me, my prince.”

It was strange, but Aemond didn't much mind the sarcastic tone his uncle had whenever he used his title.

You had stripped Aemond of his tunic but he had stopped you before you could unlace his trousers. He did not want you to think he would demand something of you that you weren't willing to give. But now he was half-mad with the need for both of you. For his uncle, for his lady. He heeded Daemon’s call.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Daemon murmured as he got up from the bed. He wore nothing but a smile and he took Aemond’s sharp face into his hands.

“Yes,” came the whispered reply.

“Do you want her?”

He looked at you with glittering eyes. He could cry for how badly he did. But you were here for Daemon, not him. “How could anyone not?”

“Taste her, nephew.”

Your hair was fanned out around your head and shifted between starlit hues. You looked over at him with longing but asked nothing of him. He was here for Daemon, not you.

“I would taste you, uncle.” He flushed when he whispered it. “Please?”

The way they kept calling each other uncle and nephew was filthy. It made your cunt throb.

The kiss Daemon gave him was deep and needy. Aemond sucked on his tongue and bit his lip and sank to his knees. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he took Daemon into his mouth with devotion in his eye that was absolute. Daemon dropped his head back and groaned. His fingers roughly grasped Aemond’s hair. Purple eye closed; blue sparkled.

Without taking your eyes off the couple, you got up from the bed and took your place behind Daemon. His strong body was so familiar to you and as Aemond worshipped his cock, you touched every part of him that you could reach. Oil had been on the edge of the bed and without needing to think, you slicked three fingers and slipped two against his entrance. You kissed the seam between his shoulder and neck and he nodded, eyes closed.

“Go on,” he demanded of you. Without needing to be told again, you pressed inside of him. He was so warm and tight about your fingers and you buried them to the knuckle. Every time he clenched thanks to Aemond’s ministrations, you smiled against his skin.

It was impossible to see where Aemond had him in his mouth, but the noises were obscene. Wet and slippery and mingled with moans from both of them, grunts from Daemon and hums from Aemond, you nearly came from the sounds alone. But you held on.

Daemon’s orgasm swept through him with a warning to his lovers. Aemond swallowed him greedily. He needed barely a moment to catch his breath before he stood up and kissed Daemon deeply. You peeked over his shoulder to watch them. It seemed as if Aemond had grown half a foot since the evening had begun. His confidence turned him to a giant.

When the kisses, hot and needy and desperate, ended, you gently pulled your fingers from his body and felt eyes watching you. Aemond was so close now, you could see every fleck of starlight in his eye. The depths of it made you curious and you blinked. He blushed again.

“Aemond,” you whispered. His lips parted as if the air had been knocked from him, as if the world had stopped.

“Isn’t he a wonder?” Daemon said with satisfaction. Aemond’s gaze darted to him and softened, and he welcomed another kiss greedily. Slender fingers ran up Daemonr’s back and into his hair. You watched with fire in your belly, between your legs.

When you stepped back towards the bed, Daemon stopped you. He turned and grasped your hand and pulled you to them so you all shared an embrace. The air between you was thick and all you could think of was how your skin was pressed against Aemond’s pretty chest, his strong stomach. Hesitant hands almost traced the curved planes of his muscles, but instead, they found their place on Daemon, familiar Daemon, demanding Daemon.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” you told him. “I missed the noises you make.”

He laughed and leaned down and kissed you. You could almost taste Aemond on him. You smiled against his mouth. Your hand traced down his stomach between his legs and found him half hard again.

“I want you inside me, my prince.”

“How much do you want me inside you?”

You took his hand and pressed it against your cunt and he slipped his fingers between your swollen lips. You bit your lip. “I am aching for you.”

A noise came from the back of his throat. “Bend over the bed. I would like to have you while Aemond has me.”

You looked up with a smug grin. "You like him having you?"

Daemon gave Aemond an appreciative squeeze between his legs. "You would not believe how well his cock fills me up."

Aemond kissed his neck and sucked until Daemon had lost nearly all thought. He would be marked by morning.

You took the hand that was not around Aemond's cock and led Daemon back to the bed. “I would look upon your face.” You lay back and spread your legs for him.

His mouth watered to see you flushed red and spread wide for him, so slick and needy. He nodded and took his cock in hand. It slid through your folds and he pressed the head to grind across your clit and your eyes rolled back. You murmured words of encouragement before shifting your hips up in a silent beg for him to slip inside of you.

The moment he pressed forward, he felt Aemond line up behind him. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and fingers splayed across his chest. Aemond was dripping with seed and oil and with Daemon's hole already smooth from your ministrations, he was more than ready. The delight of your pressure welcomed him when he moved forward, and Aemond’s hardness stimulated him when he pressed back.

You moved slowly at first to find their rhythm. Daemon moaned the name of both of his lovers.

Then you begged to be fucked. Aemond thought of fucking you. Daemon thought of being fucked by both of you. Aemond was the first to change the pace. He slammed into Daemon and felt how his uncle clenched around him. He did it again, and again, and again, until it was a brutal rhythm that had you all panting, your groans mingling, names spilling from lips in a haze of delight and lust.

“Aemond,” you begged. You were getting close. You reached blindly for his hand and found it on Daemon's back and your fingers laced together.

Daemon’s hand ground against your clit and he leaned down to bite your nipple and suck your sensitive ear. When his head was pressed against your neck, you caught Aemond’s gaze. You held it when you came with high moans and hoarse shouts. You raked your nails down Daemon’s back who quickly followed. Aemond let himself go on Daemon’s back with Daemon’s hand grasping back against his thigh.

After, Aemond stumbled to fetch water and cloths before collapsing in sated sleepiness onto the bed. You and Daemon, satisfied and floating, cleaned one another and he gently wiped Aemond. Aemond shuffled up the bed and slipped under the covers and with Aemond at his side, he drifted off to sleep.

“He really is quite beautiful,” you whispered after a time. “Does he always sleep in your bed?”

Daemon smirked. "When he pleases me."

"And how often is that?"

"Most nights."

"What of the queen?"

"She likes to join us sometimes. Sometimes, she brings Aegon. A pathetic little thing, really, but so obedient." He kissed you and sucked on your lower lip until it made you moan. "You would enjoy him."

You grinned. "There are only so many Targaryens I can handle at once. I think two is my limit." You watched as Daemon's gaze turned to his sleeping nephew. A man grown, he was, but there was something innocent in the peace that had relaxed his scarred face as he slept.

It did not escape your notice how tenderly Daemon looked down at him. It was an expression you had not often seen him wear. Perhaps Aemond was more than just his play-thing. Carefully, so as not to disturb the young prince, you got up and began to pull your clothes back on.

“Where are you going?” Daemon asked somewhat indignantly.

“I thought you might prefer some privacy.”

“Don't be ridiculous." He pulled back the bedsheets at the other side of Aemond. "Get in. Stay."

"Are you certain?"

He rolled his eyes. "Get in."

"And in the morning?"

"I'm going to watch him fuck you until you cry."

You looked over at Daemon with a raised brow. "Is that so?"

"It certainly is. Now, go to sleep. You will need your strength."

Resting your head on the soft pillow, you looked directly in front of you. Aemond lay sleeping between the two of you, and you could see every line, every eyelash, every freckle on his face. You blushed and buried your head into his hair as you tried to sleep. The thought of what was to come with the dawn kept you awake for a long time, though.

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bougainvillea-and-saltwater · 10 days ago

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HELLO, dearest @illumiera tagged me in a new Sujamma Sundas where we help our beloved nix-hound see our blorbos better and so make new friends!

So, I'm also going to heavily describe the appearance of my Last Dragonborn, Jia, and her Miraak, since as dragons they, too, secretly crave more friends so they can do more tinvaak...🥰

Jia:

Jia is a half-Nord, half-Imperial with features that lean more Imperial. She stands at 165cm (5'5") with a lean but muscular build, especially strong legs. Her body is marked by various scars she hasn't bothered to heal properly, the most prominent being: Alduin's claws from her collarbone and shoulder down her left arm and across her breast to her navel; her back with criss-crossed flogging scars; her fingers with indications of heavy skin-picking. Her left shoulder never fully healed—it causes her chronic pain until today and remains slightly uneven.

Her hair is a wild, bushy mass of orange-red curls that rarely stay in place. Her eyebrows and lashes share the same reddish tone. Jia's golden eyes are her most dragon-like feature, too big for her face and glowing like tiny suns with amber circling the edges. They're a bit of a contrast to the softer, fox-like elements of her face: a small nose and mouth, and cheeks full of freckles (basically, her whole body is a constellation of freckles). She isn't conventionally pretty—some see her as beautiful, others as weird. She has a bit of a goofy smile because her front teeth have a not-so-small gap between them.

As for her clothes, Jia prefers wearing black leather armor usually with a cowl—I imagine it like Yennefer's from The Witcher. At the safety of her home, she likes wearing frolic dresses in autumn tones (e.g. yellow, orange, reddish-brown), often with a headband in these colors too—pretty much like this! You won't see her wearing shoes ever (at least in Heljarchen Hall) and, strangely, she also doesn't wear any jewelry; she keeps it in her basement because she likes to hoard it, but the sensation on her annoys her.

in her dragon aspect form, she has a vitiligo mark on her cheek and a tuft of purely white hair For Reasons...

Miraak:

Miraak is a half-Atmoran, half-Snow Elf, a perfect blend of both races as he has traits from both. He's 208 cm (6'10"), with a lean and graceful physique that exudes elegance as well as a certain strength. His tall stature, long limbs, and strikingly pale, almost marble-like skin give him a fairly statuesque appearance. He has his fair share of scars, but the most prominent are those on his wrists and deep beneath his ribcage...

His hair is silver-white, pin-straight, and smooth like silk falling long down his waist. He ties it rather simply, half of it in a braid (unless Jia plaits it, of course, and creates an intricate dragon-scaled pattern). His sharp brows and light lashes are also white and his eyes are dark indigo, the color of lightning. Miraak, thanks to his elven blood, has prominent cheekbones, a nose with a smooth line but pointed tip, well-shaped a bit thin lips, and a strong jawline—his chin has a dimple, too. His ears look mostly human, but if you touch their tips and observe them a bit more carefully, you'll see that they are a bit tapered. His appearance is quite witchy and ethereal—people are either terrified of him or find him gorgeous. Nothing in between; especially, since, when he's out of Apocrypha he's also corrupted with black veins sprawling around his eyes (and all over his body, honestly...) and completely black sclerae, pretty much like Geralt of Rivia in Witcher potions.

You can see him dressed in a sapphirine color palette, often robes, but he wears heavy armor with an impressive dragon-horned helmet when in battle. Like Jia, one can often see him walking around barefoot, and although a dragon, Miraak is more of an artifact kind of dragon-hoarder and less than a jewelry one.

in his dragon aspect form, he also has a vitiligo mark on the inside of his palm all over his hand till his knuckles, like the wings of a barn owl...

I always struggle a lot with who to tag in these games, so absolutely no pressure tags here: @hircines-hunter, @skyrim-forever, @oblivions-dawn, @pocket-vvardvark, @aureli-us, and @prettytamagnii

#i yapped too much y'all... too much...#the... mislike for jewelry is me btw. i can't tolerate it on me. the sensation DRIVES ME CRAZY GAH—#and it's so funny since jia and miraak are dragons...... they *should* like it.... but no. i shape them close to *my* preferences #they won't take over in this #oc: jia #miraak #otp: twin flames #tesblr #sujamma sundas

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therentyoupay · 1 month ago

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I got one, I got one!!! Spaceboy!!

kris' thoughts: okay this is the first one i've done so far that didn't include "snow" in it, so this is a fun twist. 😂 "space" makes me think of the Moon, which makes me think of Manny, okay, here we go—

p.s. this officially part 3 of the brand new fic call me, in which i will be writing one drabble/one-shot/ficlet each day every day until christmas eve, entirely based on the petname prompts i get in my askbox. so. bear with me. 😂 this will be a ride lmao. start at part i if you haven't read snowpea or snow bunny yet!

❆ snowpea ❆ snow bunny ❆ spaceboy ❆

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❆ spaceboy ❆

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The evening air in Burgess was crisp and filled with laughter. A small group of children, bundled up in coats and scarves, stood beneath Jack Frost’s latest masterpiece, ignoring the calls of distant parents summoning their children home for dinner. He floated a few feet above the ground, spinning his staff in lazy arcs, conjuring snowflakes that hovered like tiny stars. With a flick of his wrist, he guided them into constellations; Elsa blinked. Those weren't just random clusters of snowflakes... the patterns mimicked the shapes of celestial figures no less than the Orion (The Hunter), Gemini (The Twins), and Sagittarius (The Archer).

“Whoa, is that a dragon?” one of the older kids exclaimed, pointing to a particularly elaborate design Jack had made up on the spot; this one was not one of the known constellations.

“Not a dragon, Wes,” Jack corrected with a grin. “That’s the constellation Frosticus Majesticus. Legendary hero of the winter cosmos.”

The children burst into giggles, their breath misting in the frosty air. “That’s not real!” one of them cried, though their awe suggested it didn't matter. Elsa watched from the outskirts, wondering if she should join in, but decided not to.

“Not real?” Jack pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, feigning deep offense. “You wound me, kid. You hear me, Evelyn? Wound! This is premium cosmic artistry you’re witnessing!”

“Elsa!” one of the children called out, shocking her out of her reverie. “Can you make stars too?”

Jack turned to her with a smirk, and she was pinned. “Yeah, Snow Bunny—show us what you got.”

Elsa sent him a look, but without much heat; the kids were cheering, after all. Elsa sighed, her lips twitching in the ghost of a smile, and with a graceful flick of her wrist, she sent icy tendrils spiraling upward. They glittered in the moonlight, weaving a delicate lattice that intertwined with Jack’s constellations, and then shimmered and separated and shifted, settling into filler-stars between the great constellations, deepening the sky.

The kids erupted into cheers. “You made it even better!” one said, while another added, “It’s like a winter galaxy!”

Jack huffed, mock-offended. “Better? I don’t know about that.”

Elsa arched a brow at him. “Do you want me to take it down?”

He grinned. “Nah. You can stay in my galaxy, I guess.”

Brow raised. "So generous."

The kids stubbornly stayed until the cold began to bite, reluctantly heading home at their parents’ calls, at last. Jack waved them off with exaggerated bows, while Elsa gave quiet nods and gentle goodbyes and a few extra waves to those who couldn't quite seem to stop turning around. When the last of the children disappeared around the corner, a hush settled over the snowy park.

Elsa shifted, preparing for another portal journey, but Jack made no move to retrieve his snow globe. She watched him, as Jack stayed determinedly put, and instead lifted his face to the sky.

"They are pretty cool," he said, apropos of nothing; his voice was quieter now, the playful bravado fading. "Right?"

Elsa followed his gaze, but wasn't sure what to say. Carefully, she echoed, "Cool?"

"Yeah, you know. Interesting. Fun to think about."

Elsa fought to hide her impatience. With measured tones, she clarified, "I do know what 'cool' means. I'm wondering, rather, what you find so interesting bout them, in particular."

Jack sent her side glance. "Can't a guy have interests?"

"Yes, but yours have thus far been rather limited to pranks, reckless dives, dangerous feats, and initiating miniature wars among the children."

"Wars! Giving me an awfully lot of credit, there, for a few snowball fights, arent'cha?"

"You are very competitive."

Elsa wasn't expecting his smile. He looked at her like... he knew something she didn't. She couldn't let that slide, she needed to ask him, but he turned back to the sky and said—

"You know, super quiet, starry nights like this remind me of the first time I saw the stars and Moon as a Guardian.”

Elsa tilted her head, intrigued. Jack had never spoken to her before about his transformation; she didn't yet know all the rules of this life and this—this family—but she understood well enough that One's Story (the true one, the one that was not shared in the storybooks) was earned.

Softly, “The first time?”

“Yeah.” Jack leaned on his staff, his gaze fixed on the twinkling expanse above. This deep into far suburbia, nearly reaching the rural farms, the only sound beyond their voices was the hush of the falling snow. “The night Manny woke me up, I didn’t know what was going on. I just remember looking up and seeing… this. The Moon, brighter than I’d ever noticed before, and all those stars... "

Elsa waited for him to continue, but he trailed off into silence.

His smile was wistful, and for a moment, Elsa saw a side of him she didn’t expect.

Sincere. Deep in Memory. (Vulnerable?)

“It must’ve been… overwhelming."

Jack shrugged, brushing off whatever that had been—but there was no mistaking the emotion that she'd sen in his eyes.

“It was. But it was also kind of amazing. Y'know. Once I got the hang of it.”

The three centuries that no one seemed to want to speak of. Another topic they had not yet broached.

A streak of light cut across the sky—a shooting star, long and bright. Jack’s face lit up instantly.

"Guess that's our cue. You can still make a wish on it, if you like."

There was the tone she was more familiar with; gone was the wistful Jack, who disappeared in the blink of a shooting star.

"Thank you," Elsa aimed for politeness, which was often simplest in strange moments like these, when she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to act. "But I think I've rather had enough of making wishes, for now."

She worried that he might make some sort of quip about her past again—a little joke intended to poke at stories she dared not yet tell—but he nodded, suddenly certain, staring back up at the calm sky.

"Yeah, I get it. Granting them is a lot better than making them."

Elsa remained quiet for a moment, her gaze fixed on Jack as he stared upward, the starlight upon his face. His words lingered in the air between them, settling over her like the snowflakes falling gently around them. She was astounded that Jack, so often the jester (the antagonist, the prankster—the fool?), had been able to reach inside her thoughts and understand what she’d meant. It wasn’t a skill many (had) possessed, and certainly not one she’d expected from him.

She allowed herself a faint smile, watching him, this Guardian (this boy) who seemed so utterly at ease with the universe... even when it had been cold to him.

She was pleased to admit that she liked this rare side of Jack—conscientious, thoughtful, empathetic; she wished he would come out more often... but she also understood why it stayed hidden, tucked behind the boisterous grins and reckless antics.

Jack needed the laughter, the chaos, the Fun. It was his armor.

He had his armor, and she had hers.

The silence stretched, more comfortable now, and Elsa found herself doing something she rarely did: acting on impulse.

A small, mischievous idea bloomed in her mind—a way to meet him halfway, to let him know she appreciated this quieter version of him without making it too obvious. A taste of diplomacy. An offering, yes, that's what it was. A boon.

A truce.

“I had no idea you were such a... a little spaceboy,” she said softly, the word slipping from her lips like a secret. She bit her cheek to retain her smile.

As expected, Jack blinked, his head snapping toward her.

“Wha—what did you just call me?”

Jack floundered. "Um, excuse me?! Space is cool?! What does any of that have to do with—with innocence?"

“You'd likely spend half the night staring at the stars, crafting constellations, and waxing poetry about the cosmos,” she said, arching a brow. “It seems fitting.”

A stunned beat.

And then Jack’s face suddenly split into a wide grin, a laugh bubbling out of him, seemingly before he could stop it. “Oh, I see. You’re trying to be funny now.” Jack leaned on his staff, his grin impossibly wider.

"I believe I did hear a laugh, just now."

To which Jack gaped, and then barked another laugh, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t quite name. “Alright, Snowpea, I’ll take it. Spaceboy it is.”

Oh dear, Elsa thought, half-gratified, half-mournful. What have I done?

They stood there a little longer, Jack spinning his staff idly, Elsa clasping her hands at her waist; the two of them, just watching the stars. For the first time since she’d joined the Guardians, the silence between them wasn’t awkward or tentative—it was simply… easy.

Or... easier.

Elsa realized she didn’t just like this side of Jack; she respected it. She’d like to see it again.

But how do I lure him out?

❆ read from the beginning on ao3

#omg it's become a wip #omg it has become a christmas!fic #therentyoupay call me #therentyoupay snow bunny #therentyoupay ask #18jewels #therentyoupay askbox game #therentyoupay petname challenge #jelsa

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arrows2art · 6 months ago

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Idk who needs to here this but stop and listen if your genderfluid (trust me it could be fun:

What if their where blind bags (pins) called--

Mystery Gender

Because I think it could be things like ace or nonbinary dragons

Poseidon, Hades, Zeus

Selene, Artemis Apolllo

Romulus and Remus

The constellations and Signs: Tarus, Leo Gemini (etc)

Any animal (in enamel) that is of any cuteness/coolness level

Like: Mystery Gender

Could make a nice pin collection

Or is this too ridiculous 🤔

#asexual #aromantic #aroace #lgbtqia #lgbtq #pansexual #nonbinary #genderfluid #queer

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amphiptere-art · 3 months ago

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Hello! I'm Amphiptere Art!

dragons, dinos, alien's, and evolution. learning digital art and loving my pencil. hyperfectionating on random things.

I enjoy doing quite a bit. But my favorite things are dragons, Dinos, and alien evolution. The most active fandom I'm into right now is the DCA fandom. I love doing crossovers with other people's characters, or discussing the wonders of a mystical world real or fake. Down below is a bunch of links for my convenience and yours. Have a gander, and I hope you enjoy what I got to offer. Toodles!

My other tumblers!

The place where I reblog stuff.

Place to send asks about interacting with my characters.

My sad/vent place.

Ask tumblers.

Discords

DCA cookies

AmphArtshenanigans

Refs

(new) Arcade, Arcade Eclipse glitch, Blue Moon, ravenous, vapor, lantern and pumpkin, sky and constellation, Nykur

(old but being kept) Sköll and Leiðr, Sundown, honey and cider, chapter, sulky star cluster, It's tough to be a god, cruel copy, Saros cog, Crimple, Ralph, alts

(Old) Lost Lord, red blue and black, beast maker.

Info lore posts

The locked door

Magic system

Dragon culture and history

sticks and stones

Demons, Fey, Mer2

Au/Worlds info

OC World's.

Fandom head cannons.

AU World's

Crossover info

Crossover interactions so far.

Storys

Written Stories

Knick knack info

Pronouns(old), nicknames(old), arcade sizes, old sizes

For convenience.

Doodle ideas, safe waves info, mer world short, RBB short, ect

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crystalcatgamer · 9 months ago

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Constellation Gang moodboard, go

(Note: These are meant to represent a modern version of them :3 Feel free to imagine)

Secretive Plotter

Uriel

Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

Sun Wukong

Easter eggs:

- Found four different pictures of four ghosts for each of them for the besties agenda. Each ghost grp pic is in a different corner. Took me ages.

- Searched high and low for an eye fancam for each of them as the centerpiece. (Especially the blondes)

- I'm particularly pleased with ABFD's moodboard.

- I'll probably update the boards here and there until I reach 200 in total.

And here's the link to their moodboards, separated by name! I have 35 pins for each of them, and if you wanna view them in better quality then step right in :)

https://pin.it/6IYKtIGoF

#I did this at midnight #edited in the afternoon #I love them dearly.#I actually already had outfit/accessory boards for them #so I just expanded off those lol #I wanna get them all to a nice 50 #secretive plotter #abyssal black flame dragon #uriel orv #demon like judge of fire #sun wukong orv #prisoner of the golden headband #constellation gang #moodboard #orv #orv novel #orv novel spoilers #orv spoilers #I am ink on a page (A story in the making)

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celestemona · 4 months ago

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HIIII BEA I AM BACK WITH MORE HEADCANONS (A distraction from my language homework that's due tomorrow morning smh)

Kazuha's kids love to listen to him playing his leaf tunes. They're like a lullaby to them. Perhaps his son Kazumi tried to imitate him multiple times but failed and Kazuha's just all chuckles

Since Marie has a brother that's like 14 years older than her, she has that aura ykyk hehe. Imagine having a much older brother and a father who's the boss of a prison be the family of your crush. Like anyone who's pinning on her will have nothing but nightmares getting through Cameron and Wrio. The two would team up to be Marie's bodyguards and when she calls out on them they'd play dumb like "whaaaat haha wdym"

At one point Marie also gets a bit hardcore as she gets older. She's still a daddy's girl, but she's also her father's daughter ykwim? Perhaps she also learns how to box like her dad??

Since Eveline is the Hydro dragon offspring and can naturally wield hydro, she spent her childhood being so confused as to why other kids can't wield hydro like her. Imagine her hanging out with kids and they're like "Wow you can wield Hydro without a Vision?" and she's like "You can't???"

Game nights are always playful war for Lyney's household. Both Lyney and mama reader try to play nice for the twins but always end up victorious and somewhat competitive. In a way, they think it's a way for the kids to nurture their strategizing skills. They make sure to treat Corinne and Quentin some treats tho after every game night hehe.

Heizou. His kid(s). Unknown Case Files game. Imagine.

Fontaine mama readers having mother's group sessions twice a month because why not

The other Harbingers are quietly very fond of Kimi. Every once in a while, Scara would bring her to Fatui Headquarters for work to look after her. The other Harbingers secretly look forward to seeing Kimi as she seems to be the only bright and warm thing in the cold halls of the Fatui Headquarters. Kimi also likes them and sees the Fatui as her home somewhat!

Kimi and Mama reader ice skating in Snezhnaya!!

Okay yapping over I hope you have a wonderful day/night Bea!!

OMG!!!

Hi Yessu, my dear ♡ How have you been aside your studies?

I loved the last headcanons you sent me but these… I think I even got a bit emotional lol Some of them are more canon than you'd imagine...

I mean. How could I disagree with a scene of a little Kazumi trying to imitate his dad by blowing a leaf and ripping it? He's so used to listen his dad's music since he was just a baby that isn't strange he wants to copy him too. His son's shenanigans amuse Kazuha but you can see the love and joy shining in his eyes too. It'll take a while for Kazumi to learn how to play a leaf correctly because he's a bit hasty but eventually he's gonna achieve it <3

One of the million things I love in Marie is her aura hahahah It's also quite funny that Wriothesley's constellation is Cerberus because only it can explain the three "dogs" from the Fortress who are super protective over her: Papa, Cameron & Mama hahah

I absolutely LOVED and agreed with the hc about Heizou's children and Lyney's.

Though Heizou's daughter isn't as interested in police stuff as her parents and older brother are, Ren, on the other hand, can become a bit too competitive when he's playing board games with Heizou. To this day he hasn't beaten his dad or his mom lol

Lyney and Mama!Reader giggling at their twins' pouty AAAAAA <3

By the way. Now that you've mentioned the harbingers meeting Kimi (which is true since she was still pretty small back when he was in the Fatui), I remembered Arlecchino's voice line telling us about those days la Signora used to visit the House of Hearth and rejoy in the kids' attention.

These two had some good times together ♡

#mail delivered 💌#brainrot hours ♡#genshin dads au talks ♡#your headcanons ♡

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genork-the-fandork · 4 months ago

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Fighting

Word Count: 576 Prompt: Warrior or Worrier Ship: Wolflet (Wolf x Scarlet) A/N: Writer's block kicking my BUTT. HOWEVER. The idea for this one was too cute to pass up. Scarlet is always the fight-y-er one to me (yeah that's a word, uh...), even despite Wolf's background. I love the image of her with the shotgun, and that was the entire basis for this one. @tlc-ship-weeks

"Scarlet—"

"I'm going." The shotgun almost seemed to heat up the moment Scarlet touched it, or at least Wolf pretended that he could see this. He also pretended he could see flames popping up in wake of his wife's steps. Not that it was hard to pretend when every bit of her appeared to be on fire.

"Scarlet, please, let me shoo them away." Wolf followed after her, circumnavigating the furniture as carefully as he could. Ever since Cinder and Kai had visited to personally congratulate them, the paparazzi had been swarming the farm. It was unnecessary stress on Scarlet, and stress on Scarlet was worry for Wolf. Especially now.

"They're used to you. It'll be much more effective coming from me." She was a dragon as she stormed toward the front door, throwing it open to face the horde of strangers. Wolf grimaced as he watched her wave the shotgun, and while the chatter didn't stop, it did die down significantly. Okay, perhaps she had a point. If he'd had the ears of the animal he was nicknamed after, he would be pinning them back as she shouted, "GET OUT. I MEAN IT. YOU DON'T WANT ME TO SHOOT."

The paparazzi scattered like ants, and Wolf shot forward and took the gun out of Scarlet's hands. "Please don't shoot it. We don't know what will happen to—"

All of the energy seemed to deflate out of Scarlet the moment he intervened. Wolf immediately caught her in his arms, safely setting the gun down on the floor. He shut the door behind them, cradling her as gently as he could. "Are you alright?"

She huffed. "I keep forgetting my stamina isn't just mine anymore." The constellations of freckles on her face moved with her frown as she peered down at her pregnant belly. "I would think any kid of mine would be as angry as I am about something like this."

"When they're born, maybe. Not right now. Now can you please sit down and rest? Your blood pressure." Wolf ushered her into the living room to sit on the couch, which she did, albeit reluctantly.

"You know I don't like to be handled," she reminded him.

"I know. I also know that you don't know when to quit." Wolf brushed a few stray curls behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "And the last thing I need is Cinder getting mad that I let you scream yourself into the hospital."

She almost seemed like she wanted to argue, but Wolf knew she knew he was right. If there was anything either of them was good at, it was predicting the other's thoughts. Scarlet huffed again, angling so she was laying across two-thirds of the couch. Not enough room for him to sit by a longshot, but then he had taken to sitting on the floor beside her anyway.

"The chores are all done?"

"Of course."

"Deliveries done?"

"Yup."

"I'm micro-managing again."

"You are. But it's cute." Wolf cracked a grin at the pout that slipped across Scarlet's face at the compliment. "Get some rest. I'll make dinner this time."

"You're going to need my help with the can opener, huh?"

"Not this time. Promise. You've done enough fighting for the day."

"I love you," was her only response. And even though he didn't automatically say it back, they both knew that he did. No matter how much she terrified him wielding a shotgun while pregnant.

#the lunar chronicles #tlc ship weeks #tlc ship weeks 2024 #gen writes #wolflet #ze'ev kesley #scarlet benoit

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brinefathomcaves · 2 months ago

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100 Trinkets for Brinefathom Caves

A tiny bottle containing a drop of liquid gold that never dries

A child's drawing of a pirate ship

A broken-off cutlass hilt

A jar of mouth-numbing jellyfish jelly

A little mouse that likes to hide in your pockets

An albatross feather

A flute made from bone

A steel disk etched with the positions of constellations at the summer solstice

A tiny stone carving of a bird-headed, wing-armed woman

A dried out and fragile mermaid's purse*

A bloody hankerchief with embroidered flowers around the edges

Somebody's peg leg

A gold coin that's always damp

A rock-hard dried lemon*

A hand puppet that looks like a moray eel

A ring hung with rusty old keys

A tin cup etched with runes

A faded cameo portrait of a dwarf

A coin-sized stone that smells strongly of rum

A conch that sounds like someone singing when you hold it to your ear

A heavily-stoppered vial of super-spicy hot sauce

A dashing tricorn hat

A coconut lined with geode-like crystals

A pair of fins from a mermaid's tail †

Scissors that can cut sailcloth without making your hand tired †

A handful of dried fish eyes

Half a silver coin*

A six-sided iron teetotum with a different shell on each face

A dried puffer fish

A bottle of squid ink

A small rubber fish that squirts water when squeezed

A braided length of hair

A coin purse made from a clam

A tiny monkey's fist knot*

An actual mummified monkey's fist

A large scallop shell with Auran text etched into it

A pair of dice, each carved to look like a tiny coiled sea serpent**

A tiny wooden bird, delicately balanced on a round base, that acts as a weather vane

A weakly-magnetized iron starfish, a couple inches across

A polished steel mirror that only reflects you

A fern frond that's always green and fresh

A flag that blows into the wind instead of with it

A large cricket in an iron cage

A bone carving of a swallow*

A lover's eye pendant*

A pouch of bright blue sand

A small pot of pale green, pungent salve

A set of fanged wooden teeth

An articulated wooden hand

A vial of preserved, faintly-glowing lichen

Two square feet of a star-patterned quilt

A large, bushy false beard

Four brass buttons from a naval officer's jacket

A compass that points east instead of north

A piece of sea glass the shape and size of a smooth human heart

An empty but still great-smelling tin of tea from a far-off port †

A lantern shaped like an anglerfish †

A pipe inlaid with mother-of-pearl

A small jar of deep-sea fish teeth †

A leather eyepatch with a cat's eye embossed on it

A tin whistle that makes dolphin noises

A plush calico alligator with one button eye

Two halves of a sand dollar with gilding on the broken edges**

A pale blue glass eye**

A smooth pebble with markings that look like a face*

A minuature ship on a minuature sea in a minuature bottle. The sea reflects the state of the sea outside**

A sun-bleached wooden sign with an arrow painted on it

A scrimshaw etching of a ship on a large tooth*

A green bottle containing a letter from a shipwrecked sailor

A sea serpent's tooth, long as your forearm

A bottle containing seawater and a piece of living coral

A whittled wooden whale that sinks in water

A crystal deck prism

A small wooden goblet that doubles any alcohol poured into it †

A love letter neither written by nor addressed to you

A padlock that doesn't lock

A small piece of parchment with a large black spot on one side

A piece of gold lace*

A bronzed seahorse skeleton

A wind-up mechanical goldfish

A fist-sized lump of stone crudely carved into a chained, crouching man

A toy sailing ship

The flag from a pirate ship

A tarokka deck with simple black-and-white nautical-themed illustrations

A parrot skull with "Dear Polly" etched on the back**

A single earing hung with tiny bells

A necklace strung with shark teeth

A black bandana on which dragon are embroidered in gold thread

A cloak pin made from a shell containing a tiny immortal hermit crab †

An obviously-incorrect map of the surrounding sea

A saucy pinup drawing of a merperson

A woven silver bracelet that can magically turn into 10' of sturdy rope †

A necklace with an iron anchor pendant

A miniature replica of a lost ship's figurehead

A ring made from a spoon

A silver coin with a heart and initials etched onto it*

A few feathers tied together with a scrap of silk*

A compact with face powder and a powder puff

A yellow ribbon embroidered with initials*

A mask that looks like a horrible deep-sea fish

(Non-trinket rambling under cut)

I had help making this list! The other contributors (and the symbols that mark which entries they came up with) are as follows:

* @aranov

** Decoder13 (who isn't on Tumblr)

† @fishdavidson

#dungeons and dragons #brinefathom caves #brinefathom supplementals #trinkets #random tables

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ruibaozha · 1 year ago

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I understand that there are many versions of Nezha and we shouldn't stick to just one version, but I wanted to ask, does Nezha's age vary in any of the stories?

Hello!

Put very bluntly, yes, Nezha’s age varies depending on which story you’re reading and who’s retold it.

Bibliography:

(1) Goldman, “Fathers, Sons and Gurus,” pp.350, 364; Masson, “Childhood of Krsna”; Ramanujan, “The Indian ‘Oedipus’”; Silk, Riven by Lust, pp. 164-170.

(2) Harley, “Krishna’s Cosmic Victories”; Matchett, “Taming of Kaliya”.

(5) Nanda, Upananda, and Taksaka appear in various Buddhist lists of the eight dragon kings; see Foguang da cidian, pp. 6378,6405.

(7) Geboluo appears frequently within the contemporaneous Chinese translation of the Hevajra Tantra (Foshuo dabeikong zhi jin’guang dajiaowang yigui jing), no. 892 volume 18: 587-601.

(8) Zuishang mimi Nana tian jing, no. 1288, 21:358b-c. hi

#nezha #li nezha #lmk nezha #monkie kid nezha #nezha 2019 #the legend of nezha #nezha lego monkie kid #third lotus prince #nalakubara #krsna #vishnu #nana deva

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