#tumet

[keeperesque]

Happy (day after) Valentione's Day!

I've been posting a lot more of my ff stuff on my bsky so check that out i've got some stuff in the works!!

[losttranslator]

(toujours dans mon habitude de creuser le symbolisme biblique chez arthur, j'aimerais mentionner que c'est interdit dans la loi de moïse de prendre deux sœurs comme épouses/concubines, pcq ça crée une rivalité entre elles et tu mets la discorde dans leur famille. on peut ajouter ça à la liste des fautes d'arthur - ou en tout cas des preuves que si il y a bel et bien des dieux qui cautionnent son comportement jusqu'à un certain point, c'est les dieux païens et certainement pas Dieu)

[kaantt]

Kaamelott incorrect quotes:

Azilis : So did you sing Demetra a love song like I told you?

Aelis : Yeah.

Tumet : And what did she say?

Aelis : That she'd rather listen to Yvain's singing on repeat than go out with me.

[areslovechild]

[ishgard]

the smell of rain & wisteria

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(aka "ma! there's this weird lizard outside!")

[paintedscales]

AuRaugust 2023 - Day 30 - Dawn & Dusk

"I was raised for ten summers without a name. Such is the way of the Tumet."

"In my tenth summer, I was tied to a sacred tree and made to free myself from it. In your tongue, you call them dawn pines. In essence, freeing yourself from these 'dawn pines' is like starting the dawn of a new day. A dawn of having proved yourself worthy of the tribe -- of a name."

"I was always worthy. Even without that trial."

"My name is Nomin tal Kheeriin. In your tongue: Lapis of the Steppe. I gave myself that name, and decided I would not be part of a tribe. For I am of the Steppe -- all the experiences and lessons of the people of the land having shaped me."

"Never did I think I would see myself here, though. Never did I think I would see this kind of dusk; the end of a long chapter in my life. A chapter fraught with so much strife, but also so much growth."

"But here I am despite it all. And I'm surrounded by so much more than I imagined I would be. For that, I am grateful and look forward to a new dawn together."

[crimsontroupe]

you are just gonna scroll by... without saying... yeehaw...

[hexmachina]

[chief-mourner]

9. Fair

Jyhun was not enjoying the fair. Not in the least. Wait, that wasn't quite right. They didn't call it a 'fair' here. It was a 'festival'.

Despite the pedantic difference in word choice the effect was very much the same. The narrow street was packed with stalls, each laden with brightly colored trinkets for purchase or prizes to win with games of skill and chance or treats to eat ranging from strong-smelling meats to sickly-sweet candies. Each one manned with vendors hawking their wares as they tried to out-shout the din of the crowd as well as their neighboring competition. The crowd was just as loud, bright, strong-smelling and noisy as the stalls themselves… and they were packed so close he couldn't even move. Jostling him from every direction as he stood stone-still in the center of it. An immovable boulder the incessant flow of a river of spoken. An island of black fabric in the midst of the tide.

He couldn't move. He couldn't reach his staff. The one who had dragged him here had disappeared somewhere into that rushing river of fabric and bodies. He could barely lift his arms to grasp the brim of his large hat, pulling it down over his face and horns to try and drown out some of the chaos. It was too loud, but still he could hear his pulse pounding in his horns. It was too bright, even with his hat lowered he had to shut his eyes against the bleeding watercolors of aether auras spilling into one another. It was too warm. The summer evening was cool and a pleasant breeze passed through the streets but still the au ra was sweating. Not because of the layers upon layers of ill-chosen clothing but because of the aether that burned astral through his veins in his rising panic. The temperature around him rising far enough that those who bumped into him quickly pulled away again. He was sweating, his skin was flushed a sickly violet where hat and robes didn't cover him, dark lips parted to pant quietly.

The realization only panicked him further alongside the dawning realization that he was going to immolate right then and there in the midst of the festival. How much damage would that cause… how many brightly colored fans and pinwheels incinerated in flash. How many revelers injured if he couldn't regain control of the liquid fire that felt as if it flowed through him instead of blood at the moment. Oh great, now even his eyes were sweating. No, that wasn't quite it. Stinging tears gathered, leaving trails of smudged paint in miserable gray trails down his pale cheeks.

"There you are! Lucky thing your hat is so big! I could see it from a malm away!" Chirped a cheerful voice, a round face framed with black horns and decorated across the nose with freckles declared as it appeared under the shadow of his hat. Peering up at the mage's face with mismatched eyes. "You can't just stop walking like that! You're gonna get trampled…" She chastised before noticing the streaked paint and the trembling of a dark lip. "You're crying! Who hit you?" She demanded, looking around as though expecting to find a culprit nearby awaiting her divine judgment.

Jyhun shook his head firmly to indicate he hadn't been struck. "No… one…" He assured her, his voice barely a whisper to ensure it wouldn't crack when he spoke. His hands lowered from the brim of his hat to slip his arms around her, leaning down to draw the freckled xaela close. She was tall for a female au ra yet still Jyhun folded over her to envelop her in the shroud of his shadow. Clinging tightly to the woman half his height. "I looked away and you were… gone… I can't… trace you…"

The shorter xaela's arms wrapped around him, holding tightly for a few moments before she slipped away. Trailing her hand along Jyhun's arm until she pressed her palm into his. The brush of skin against skin immediately diffusing the excess of astral aether. Draining it away into nothingness with a strangely pleasant tingle along his skin that sent a shiver up his spine. "If you hold onto me you won't have to. Let's go, I found what you're going to buy me for dinner!"

The thaumaturge didn't protest as he was led along, darknailed fingers curling tightly around her slender hand. Watching with unabashed admiration as she split the crowd in front of them with ease… and a liberally applied elbow. The corners of his grim-set lips twitched slightly in an attempt to smile. Maybe he hadn't been entirely fair to festivals…

[keeperesque]

just got to solution nine tonight.

[53nk41]

Commission for Turakina being a rock star dragon >:3c It was my first proper Procreate illustration, lots of tinkering, but I think it was a good start!

[littlelordalphinaud]

Zanra is dying to the same genetic condition that killed her mother and her twin sister. She's slowed it through the Abyss by being a DRK but it's still killing her and now she has loved ones (her two girlfriends, the Scions, and this Catgirl that her Polycule have kinda adopted but not as parents) and she's struggling with thinking about how they'll cope once she's dead.

But otherwise she's totally fine and has no other feelings about anything else at all ever!

Hey! You! A mysterious red panda that likes lap cuddles hands you one (1) free session for therapy from Archon Calaxio at Sharlayan public offices building #5, for what reason does your OC try it out?

(they're all free, but I find that people are only enticed if they think they're getting a deal)

[kaldoreikisses]

Drew my WoL and her spouse for an OC Winter Ball! He was too handsome to resist giving a few smooches.

Miqo’te is Pantivere and Au Ra is her husband Arghasar (who belongs to a friend) !

[otherworldseekers]

Tumet Tribe Headcanons and Young Severia Lore

The children of the Tumet, upon seeing their tenth summer, are tied to a sacred tree while the remainder of the tribe packs up and moves to their next location. Those children who manage to break free from their bonds and catch up with the tribe at that next location, are given a name and allowed into the tribe. ~Official Tumet Lore

Because Tumet children do not earn their names until they undergo their tribe’s ritual, it is common practice to have a “childhood name”. This childhood name is often something very simple. It might be the color of the child’s hair or eyes. Or it might be their place within the family, i.e. “first daughter”, “third son”. However, some parents choose to use an “taboo name”. The purpose of the taboo name is to make any source of ill fortune or evil influence would overlook the child and thus make it more likely for the child to reach its tenth summer. These names take forms such as Nergüi 'No Name', or Enebish 'Not This One'. They are merely temporary and not considered a “true name”. 

Any child who cannot succeed in the tribal ritual to earn their name and place in the tribe is effectively banished from the tribe. It is taboo to aid any child in the midst of their ritual. Any child who receives help is also banished. Their parents are to live as if the child never existed. 

When Severia’s mother became pregnant with her, her mother had already suffered through two miscarriages and a stillbirth. It was considered a miracle that Severia survived and her father immediately insisted on using a taboo name to avert any ill luck that might take the child from them. The name they chose was Khünbish meaning 'Not a Human Being'. But Severia proved to be a frail child who was allergic to sheep, the source of their livelihood. Deeply disappointed and bitter, Severia’s father blamed his wife and had only contempt for his daughter. 

When the time approached for her naming ritual, an influence came upon her father and whispered in his mind that it was his opportunity to rid himself of the useless child. And so when the day came, Severia’s father tied the ropes more tightly and securely than was generally done. He did not want her to have any chance of escape. The tribe moved on and the child could not loosen the ropes or free herself. For three days and nights she was bound to the tree. 

Nearby there was a young man of the Mol tribe, a singer of healing songs, who traveled much to practice his art. In the midst of his travels he heard the voice of one of his gods urging him to change course. Thus did he come upon the nearly dead child tied to the tree. Had he not possessed the gift of healing, she would surely have died. But she lived and could not go back to her tribe. Young Ayanga Mol had committed a taboo of the Steppe. 

The voice of his god directed his footsteps southward towards Yanxia and he brought the child with him. He was a mere 9 years her elder, but had no choice but to become her guardian, at least for the time being. Ayanga was reluctant to call her by her childhood name, the meaning of which made him uncomfortable. Yet also the child resisted the idea of being given a name by him. So it was that he took to calling her emegtei düü, or little sister. 

[ffxivxd]

The Tumet tribe of the Xaela have a dangerous coming of age ceremony for their 10 year olds: the children are tied to a tree and, as the tribe moves on, are supposed to break free from their bonds and catch up with their tribe. Once successful, they are given a name.

[paintedscales]

Does your OC have a favorite holiday/festival or nameday memory?

hihi! good evening! i hope that the day treated you well! thank you so much for the ask!

an OC ask list 🪶 in the spirit of celebration

so we have two for one here. given that nomin's most special-est of days is her nameday (even if she may not celebrate it too openly these days), she holds the day close to her. her nameday is the 7th sun of the first umbral moon (roughly 7th of february in our own real world calendar). within nomin's canon, this is the final day of the tsagaan sar for her tenth year's cycle.

nomin was born a tumet, to which we only have the flavor text:

The children of the Tumet, upon seeing their tenth summer, are tied to a sacred tree while the remainder of the tribe packs up and moves to their next location. Those children who manage to break free from their bonds and catch up with the tribe at that next location, are given a name and allowed into the tribe.

my headcanon is, since it pluralizes the tumeti children, that this happens annually around the tsagaan sar, and all the children who were born within the same year undergo the trial at the same time upon the tenth summer of them being alive. so when nomin succeeded her trial, she actually ran to reunion instead of catching up with her tribe, and then declared her name. that day is one of her most defining moments, and a memory that always comes back up whenever that time of year rolls around.