#unegen

[sweeetsh]

hello cike fandom

@mimikrow unegen’s no.1 and only (without me) fan

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

wanting to read tdr but knowing everything’s gone to shit and it’s going to get worse and i still haven’t recovered from tpw

[sun-undone]

okay so i'm rereading the poppy war for the sole purpose of trying to squeeze all the chaltan content i can get out of it and my god is it delivering already

this first one is something that i completely breezed past in my first reading cause i didn't even know who tf chaghan was yet but on a reread????? GAY (pg. 226):

you're telling me that chaghan and altan just happened to be together when chaghan felt tyr's death? in the middle of the night??? mmhmm yup for sure

now as willing as i am to fully chalk this up to a late night chaltan tryst, i will be fair and admit that i'm not super clear on how exactly chaghan got the tyr info here. it kinda seems like he's doing his monthly meeting with the hexagram goddess (in the dialogue he literally says "there has been a hexagram" and then he interprets 3 things from it), but first off, it seems too coincidental for him to just happen to be doing that at the very moment that tyr dies, and also why tf is he doing it in the middle of the night?? is he just being extra dramatic and making up some "we have to do it at midnight" bullshit to see what he can get away with (a la the infamous kitay horse piss incident) or is there an in universe explanation for that that i've completely forgotten?

OR is it a secret, gayer third option: altan and chaghan were already together when he felt tyr's death, which then prompted him to convene with the goddess and get the hexagram. and we just don't see the full process or really get much of a proper explanation cause we're in altan's pov and it's all mysterious and shit at this point in the book. that's the one i'm going with and i cannot believe that this is their first scene together. the intimacy is already so palpable and we don't even know chaghan's name at this point in the book.

and then of course there's THIS (pg. 227):

absolutely fucking bonkers i'm spinning on my head

is anyone else this gentle with altan ever????? i'm genuinely asking. who else in the cike would even THINK about pulling a move like this? also the added layer of chaghan originally being next in line for commander before altan took him out to the fucking valley for THREE WHOLE DAYS and then THIS is his reaction to altan officially inheriting said title??? we know from a later conversation that chaghan has with rin (pg. 337) that he's very aware of how unprepared altan was to assume leadership over the cike, which just makes this gesture from him even more meaningful and tender. "we are yours to command. i am yours."

this next one just made me giggle and idk if it's just my brain being broken from scouring source material for gay crumbs or if it's actually intentional but (pg. 285):

i mean. i mean. if anyone knows the extent of chaltan, it's most definitely qara, and a lot of these crumbs involve her so i'm taking it as more evidence and no one can stop me

speaking of qara being an icon (pg. 317):

i actually forgot how much she's in this book i am so sorry queen

so unegen also has a strong reaction to ramsa's dialogue, but if i may be incredibly nitpicky about it, i'd argue that qara snorting implies a sense of "yeah right now that's funny", while unegen spitting out his wine implies more pure shock than anything else. i'm sure the cike have some idea about chaghan and altan's relationship going deeper than meets the eye (if it's this obvious from the crumbs we get over the span of a handful of scenes i can only imagine how sick and tired they must be after an entire year of it), but once again, qara is likely the only one who really KNOWS. for obvious reasons.

then we have the iconic dramatic entrance where chaghan is officially introduced, and even before zooming into a specific piece of it to prove my chaltan agenda, just the very existence of this scene is so fucking insane to me. rebecca could've chosen any way to properly introduce us to chaghan, and this is what she decided on. you could argue that it sets up chaghan's dramatic and obnoxiously proud personality, and that him being hurt is so we can see how it affects qara (and also just to up the tension and stakes) BUT how coincidental that on top of achieving all that character and narrative stuff, it also succeeds in showing us a completely different side to altan. one that is specifically brought about by chaghan.

would altan rush out into a sea of federation soldiers to help any other member of the cike? yes. but rebecca chose to show him helping THIS member of the cike. in THIS dramatic of a fashion (and it's literally on a horse like that is so fractured fairytale romance of her actually). and it's also the aftermath that really clues us into something deeper between him and chaghan in particular (pg. 373):

along with qara, who is SOUL BONDED TO CHAGHAN BY THE WAY, altan is screaming at him for being reckless and how he could've gotten himself killed. intentionally or not, rebecca is clearly aligning altan and qara here, and i LOVE how it's shown in the way their dialogue is formatted. you don't even know who is saying which fragment. they are one in the same when it comes to the level in which they care about chaghan's wellbeing. and also when it comes to yelling at him for being an idiot! and if that's not love then idk what is

[axjil]

i truly don’t think the cike is talked about enough. they’re an unconventional found family and while i loved the burning god as much as the first 2 books it was initially hard to get through it bc of the cike’s absence. everything about them is so bittersweet, like how suni soothed rin like how altan had calmed him down. or how ramsa willingly sacrificed himself for rin. or how they were deemed as a bunch of freaks by everyone else but it didn’t matter bc they had each other. we’ll never know what enki and unegen were up to when they left. just the thought of them is so painful.

[thejoyofseax]

Arabic Lunch, Corónú Nollaig na mBan

For Drachenwald's 12th Night Coronation, The Honourable Lords Arpad and Unegen hatched the idea of a journey on the Silk Road, starting in Italy, moving through the Middle East and Mongolia to China in different meals. My contribution to this was Saturday's lunch, as an Arabic meal.

Lunch at Coronation needs to be filling, survive being kept hot for an arbitrary length of time, and cope with a wide range of allergies, tolerances, likes and dislikes. Some of the royalty were not keen on lamb, which rather limits what can be done in medieval Arabic cuisine.

Eventually I settled on some recipes from A Treasure Trove of Benefits and Variety at the Table: A Fourteenth-Century Egyptian Cookbook (2018), translated by Nawal Nasrallah.

(49) Recipe for rummāniyya bi-dajāj (pomegranate stew with chicken)

Boil a fine plump chicken (dajāj fāʾiq) in salted water, along with galangal (khūlanjān) and cassia (dār Ṣīnī), a stick of each, until it is almost done.

When it is completely cooked, take fresh pomegranate seeds, both sweet and sour. Press them with a stone, put them in a sieve (ghirbāl) and press them down [to extract] the juice. Take half the juice and add it to the pot. Blend the second half with some [finely crushed] almonds, and add it to the pot [in the final stage] when it is simmering on the smoldering fire, to thicken the sauce. Season it with aromatic spices, rosewater, and camphor. Keep the pot on the smoldering fire to simmer, and then remove.

Modern Version: Boil chicken pieces (thigh or leg, ideally) in salted water with galangal root and a stick of cinnamon. Add pomegranate juice (which we can just buy, rather than needing to make) to the pot, and mix some more with ground almond, adding it to the pot toward the end of cooking as a thickener. Season with ground ginger, ground cloves, and ground cardamom.

Notes: I left out the camphor, since getting food-grade stuff reliably is very difficult, and it’s a more alien taste than I want to use in a main dish. Rosewater is on the do-not-serve list for some of the royalty too, so I left it out.

(101) Recipe for taqliyyat yaqṭīn (fried dish with gourd)

You need meat, gourd, garlic, black pepper, chickpeas, cilantro, and a small amount of polished rice (ruzz mubayyaḍ). Boil the meat, [drain off its broth], and fry it with garlic, black pepper, and cilantro. Return the broth to it, and let it boil on a strong fire. Throw in the gourd and rice, and if preferred, some meatballs (mudaqqaqa), and then remove.

Modern Version: Simmer stewing beef in water until it’s falling apart (needs to be started early!). When it’s cooked, drain the broth, and fry off the meat with garlic and black pepper. Put it back in the broth with chopped butternut squash pieces, chickpeas, and rice, and cook until rice is done. Remove from the pot with a slotted spoon so that broth mostly drains away, and pile on platters.

Notes: Cilantro/coriander tastes like soap to many people, so I left it out here, and served it as a garnish instead. Exactly what the medieval Arabic gourd was is a bit of a mystery; butternut squash is an easily available substitute in the right direction. Chickpeas are listed at the beginning, but not mentioned in the method, so my guess was that they go in with the other ingredients at the end. These dishes were served with plain rice and flatbreads, with chopped coriander as an optional garnish, and there was also a vegan version of the rummāniyya bi-dajāj, replacing the chicken with chickpeas and aubergine pieces.

Everything seemed to go down well, and a few people were very pleased with some of the dishes, even the somewhat invented vegan version.

[veenvss]

THE DRAGON REPUBLIC

r.f.kuang 15/05/24-17/05/24

some thoughts :

devastating.

The way that Baji and Ramsa bantered it was very easy for me to forget that Ramsa is near enough the same age as Kesegi. I think Rin forgot that herself, the way that she still thought of Kesegi as a child and Ramsa as... Ramsa. The first round missed him and he was still laughing :( he was just a child.

the Cike in general was devastating. All of them but Altan started the book and then Chaghan and Rin were the only ones who were left. We never even learn what happened to Unegen and Enki. However, the implications from Chapter 11... Chaghan has some explaining to do. Feylen still trying to get through during his fight with Rin is so sad. He never wanted his fate. I hope his death brought him peace.

the treatment of Venka and the entire interaction in Chapter 28 is so sad. "It's happened before."

the treatment of the refugees as well. They were the victims of everything and yet they were treated like scrounging animals. The victims of a rich man's war fr.

Chen Kitay. he is his own point.

...

It's gonna be a while until I read The Burning God because it means going to town and I don't have the time with exams to do that :(( maybe tuesday? but that doesn't give a hint as to when I'll finally finish this series.

maybe one day i'll do an in-depth talk-through of this book but i spent half the morning going through and tabbing every death in the book so I need a break from it for a while. i'm also only posting this to stop it from clogging my drafts because i have so much stuff in there it's getting deadly.

[darkvanillacone]

SPOILERS FOR THE DRAGON REPUBLIC!!

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my fav characters all die wth. niang gets gassed (i didn't hate her so she's close enough) suni and baji get EXECUTED BY A FIRING SQUAD??? ramsa GETS SHOT, and unegen and enki end up leaving....what the flip. but rin gets stabbed by my glorious prince nezha so that's ok....if he dies I'm gonna freak out

[rrylies]

unegen

[merrygoesaround]

i wonder what happened to unegen and enki :( did they escape to an easier life? did they die in the civil war?

[sleepy-vix]

wait what happened to unegen and enki :( i hope they were able to find a cozy cottage to live in and stay far away from the hesperians and unegen never lost his mind :(

[mimikrow]

assign a pikmin to every cike character plz

Red pikmin: Rin and Altan

Blue pikmin: Aratsha

Yellow pikmin: Unegen

Purple pikmin: Suni

White pikmin: Chaghan and Ramsa.

Rock pikmin: Enki, Qara, Baji

Reasons:

Red pikmin is obvious they have protection against fire and are naturally stronger than (most) of the other pikmin types. Also red. Red eyes. Shared colours and that

Aratsha is blue pikmin because. Water. He is water and blue pikmin is also. Water. Breathing underwater and that. BLUE PIKMIN ALSO GETS DONE REALLY DIRTY IN EVERY TRAILER AND ARATSHA GOT DONE DIRTY TOO ICL.

I just like Unegen and the yellow pikmin a lot so naturally they’re together. The only other one he could maybe fit is winged pikmin because scouting but yellow pikmin better + fits more + idk he probably has the ears.

Purple pikmin is just Suni. They’re the strongest pikmin type and are so silly. They try to play with other pikmin but underestimate their strength a lot which leads to situations sksososn (cough scene where he hugs Rin and almost crushes her)

White pikmin are feral. That’s it. That’s all I need to say. (Pikmin stories with the white pikmin trying to commit murders 💀)

Rock pikmin are just chill tbh. Baji doesn’t fit purple pikmin enough idc I love him but him and Suni are different in so many ways so i refuse to group them together + Baji is just very rock pikmin vibes

[sea-and-storm]

FFXIV Write 2022 Prompt #6: Onerous (Arukh)

To say that Arukh felt out of place walking amongst the seaside caverns of the Mankhadi udgan and their apprentices was but an understatement of woeful proportion.

Not only had it been the better part of two decades since last he had set foot upon his own people's lands, but even before his Choosing, he had never once walked these hallowed seaside corridors of stone and salt. None did, save for the Storm and the Sea's children. Such was a privilege - or a sentence - afforded only to those like his sister, favored by their gods. 

Occasionally, others of means were allowed brief entry when the need to consult with the tribe's advisors and lorekeepers arose. The khan of the Shuurga, for one, but never those of simpler origins such as himself. So whenever he had received the summons to speak directly with the Elder Stormcaller in her own Cloister, Arukh had been shocked.. but not exactly humbled by the invitation, for a host of his own personal reasons and misgivings.

He carried himself with spine straight and rigid as the well-worn blade he had been asked to leave behind before entry would be permitted. His face was a careful mask of neutrality, but the whitening of his scarred knuckles as his hands tightened into fists at his side might have betrayed more emotion than he wished. Not to mention the occasional thrash of the darkly scaled tail that followed in his wake.

If the older man next to him noticed the signs of his irritation, however, naught was said of it. Such was the way of him, as Arukh recalled, never one wont to invoke any manner of unnecessary conflict. Baidu Khan of the Shuurga had led his people through countless storms in his years, ever the steady hand that guided the clan through choppy waters but never the one to rock the boat upon which they sailed. 

When Arukh had been but a fresh-faced boy, he had admired Baidu's placid and measured carriage, every bit the image of the calm that lie within the Storm's eye. The Shuurga had always treated him with great respect and reverence precisely because of his even-keeled temper and his wisdom. 

Amongst the Kharlu, however, he'd heard no few cruel jests and insults levied at his former leader. Baidu the Coward, as he had heard the Kharlu warriors refer to him on no few occasions, was but the most mild of monikers of which he had learned. Such had irked him, but none had incensed him as much as hearing him denigrated and derided as Bayanbataar's most fruitful whore by one of the Kharlu fighters that had sought to get a rise out of him. 

He's given the Khan more children than all his wives combined, the man had sneered as he had poked and prodded for chinks in Arukh's normally impregnable, icy armor. Weak though they are, at least they're good to fall upon the sword in his true childrens' stead.

Arukh wasn't proud of the fact that the man had successfully found a weak spot that cracked his carefully maintained mask of detached apathy. He was proud, however, that he had handily laid his harasser out cold in the dirt in front of his own kin, and left him with a few less teeth in his head besides. 

As he fixed Baidu with a sidelong glance of his seaglass eyes, the battle-scarred warrior wondered if those same jeers had ever crossed the coastlands' winds back to his ears. He wasn't sure that even if they had, that the Mankhadi Khan would have done more than accept them in his usual silence. Worse, Arukh didn't know after having spent so much time amongst the Kharlu where might made right, if the thought of him turning the other cheek to the insult impressed him with Baidu's unflappability or disappointed him for its passivity. 

 "The Elder Stormcaller rarely leaves the Cloister these days," he explained as he escorted Arukh through the winding corridors carved out naturally by thousands of years of sea’s ingress. "Age catches up with her and her health is declining, which is why she has asked you come to her instead of answering your summons. I pray you will not take her request as a slight."

Something about the explanation and roundabout apology struck him, though it took a moment for him to place his thumb on the discomfort's source. It was that he spoke to Arukh with the same cool, careful deference that was normally reserved for the Kharlu anytime they descended upon their camp. Realizing that the other man viewed him now not as a former clansman sharing the bond of blood but as one of their brutal protectors that expected submission made Arukh’s stomach churn uneasily. 

Now it suddenly made much more sense why Baidu Khan himself had seen fit to guide him, rather than one of the handful of young apprentice udgan now quickly scurrying out of their way. The last Baidu had seen Arukh had been when he had been surrendered to the Kharlu, and surely he had never expected to see him returned. That he was here again now so many years later must’ve made clear that he had earned his place amongst them, rising from his former slavehood by merit of ferocity. The Kharlu considered him as one of their ilk now, even if he knew they would always view him as lesser. And considering that he had not shared the reason of his calling, the shrewd Khan would naturally be left with only the assumption that Arukh was here on their protector tribe’s behalf than a matter far more personal. 

His mouth opened at once to correct those surmised assumptions that Arukh suspected Baidu of harboring, but stopped short. He could not – would not – admit that he had come here upon Ghoa’s request to relay her messages. 

No one besides those she had tasked him with reaching could know that Bayanbataar’s Escaped Wife not only lived, but had recently set foot upon coastland soil once more. None could know that she sought to return one day besides. If word were to somehow make its way back to the Kharlu Khan’s ear, his unrelenting hunt for his sister would assuredly alight with renewed intensity fueled by more than a decade’s worth of pent up cruelty and frustration. The Far East had likewise become far easier to traverse in the wake of the defeat of the iron men of Garlemald than it had been when Ghoa had first fled, and so Arukh doubted not that Bayanbataar would send his finest trackers even beyond the Steppe’s furthest borders in pursuit of his greatest humiliation if given the chance.

The already tight fists at his side only tightened further with the knowledge that he could offer no reassurance to Baidu of his intentions without arousing suspicion. It kindled anger within his breast, to know that he would have to continue playing the role of the Kharlu envoy rather than that of the long-lost son of the sea returning to the shores of home. That he would have to endure being treated as an unwanted, untrusted stranger in his own homeland.

What an onerous duty this had suddenly become.. but one he certainly could not begrudge Ghoa for asking. Until Arukh could bring peace to these lands to clear the way for her safe return, it was the least she deserved.

“Elder Unegen,” Baidu announced as the pair reached the corridor’s end, opening into a wide cavernous cove that echoed with the soft churning of the waters pooled at its center and the ever-present drip of moisture off stone that would’ve driven Arukh mad to endure days in and days out. “Arukh Kharlu answers your summons, if you would kindly receive him.”

[veliona-xiv]

The Fox & The River Prince 

Altai & Unegen, Isuke and @devil-you-know ‘s adopted children. ♥

[swevenfox]

Cleaning my dropbox folder stumbled into this and realized I never uploaded it on my tumblr. Redesigned concept wip of Unegen’s final form of mutation if he ever advances this far. 

As it can not be reversed and no ‘shapeshifting’ possible this direction sort of final sentence for his character, but it is always fun to play with designs and concepts.

Also I am so so frustrated I am really really sick and can’t do anything I wanted beside organizing folders and cry over my messed up schedule I had for this month to catch up with everything. ._.

[undying-udgan]

Looking for Contact! - Unegen Dotharl

Basics

NAME: Unegen Dotharl

AGE: Mid-Twenties

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Female (will respond to any pronoun however)

SEXUALITY: Unsure Homosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Balmung

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Jet black mane with the ends covered in a chalky red stain. Usually unruly and often tied up in a ponytail. Chin-length bangs are swept aside and frame the right side of Unegen’s face.

HORNS/SCALES: Though her scales are as dark as any other Xaela’s; over the years cracks and battle wounds that haven’t healed properly have been restored in the Doman kintsugi style, filling the gaps with gold. Most of the repairs have been made on her horns, and only a small hint of gold may be noticed on her chin, where a scale has failed to regrow.

EYES: Lemon yellow irises with golden limbal rings. Bright and youthful.

HEIGHT: 5’0

BUILD: Used to a life on the move, Unegen has an hourglass figure that has been toned over years of constant physical labor. Who ever said being short and stocky was a bad thing?

HOOKS

-Tribal: As fresh off the airship as they come, Unegen is adjusting to city life in Eorzea. Dotharl? Ejinn? Or another native steppe dweller? Come say hi! Gen misses her home and isn’t carrying past tribal conflicts onto foreign soil.

-Shaman: Practiced in the shamanism of the Azim Steppe, Unegen is capable of healing most wounds and providing triage. Using a blend of conjury and her own empathic ability, she’s a good person to have around when you’re in need of a medic! Aside from this, Unegen is deeply spiritual, a devout worshipper of Nhaama, and possesses the gift to identify the Undying of her tribe.

-Looking for Family: An udgan of the Dotharl tribe is blessed with the gift of locating and recognizing the soul of an Undying warrior. Over the years the numbers of her tribe have dwindled, and in a last-ditch effort, Unegen has come to Eorzea in search of those with souls that burn bright. Feel free to chat with her about reincarnation and ask about her journey!

What I’m looking for

I’m open to all sorts of RP; healing/combat, friends, rivals, family but over all, plot! In general I’m looking for contact and to meet new people, feel free to say hi :)

That being said, I’m not really looking for any sort of ERP, and would rather focus on more platonic relationships. Though don’t don’t be afraid to come to me with darker themed characters, drugs/violent/alcohol/language , I don’t mind!

I don’t mind lore bending as long as it flows with the RP, get creative! As for long-term RP, we can talk about you have in mind, especially if it involves conflict.

OOC

I’m a chill person that prefers in-game RP, though discord works as well. As mentioned above I don’t mind most types of IC interaction, but don’t be afraid to talk OOC with me, communication is key! If you like fast-paced dialogue, I’ll do my best to keep up and adapt my style but know that I tend to ramble on with paragraph RP. Been roleplaying for about 5 years so I’m not terribly inexperienced, but I am new to FFXIV, please bear with me!!!

RP is about fun, so take your time with responses and don’t feel too pressured to always be available. I myself am on EST and most active at night, though I have an odd sleep schedule so who knows!

Contact Me!

-Here on tumblr!

-In Game: Unegen Dotharl

-Discord: pm me for tag :)

[dawnmourn-ffxiv-blog]

Natural Aesthetics, Unegen

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.  

repost, do not reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit !

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk.heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. fields scattered with flowers.

icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites.creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. grass bowing in the wind.

summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. clear and starry nights.

a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake. the lightless ocean depths. roots cracking through stone.

tagged by: @xaela-red-mage

tagging: @roka-gunshiken @mai-takeda @kikilukilu and anyone else that wants to do this!!!