碧海澄空

private and selective xianxia oc | est. 11.02.2019 | as adored by cas | low activity during the semester

[bikmui-a]

.closed starter for @fatetrapt‘s dilluc

While once they accompanied the god of this land, they now found themselves amidst the people, for the one they considered a companion had - once more - sought the company of wine rather than their blessed presence. So they sighed and laid across the table of the bar with a whine. 

At least the mortals of this land were kind when they took upon this form, small in size yet their mysterious origins evident all the same. Small horns adorned their crown, which now they used to headbutt the bartender. 

They whined. 

Hungyyyyyyyy. 

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

[bikmui-a]

ashbound​:

Twinge of curiosity stirs within the Heavenly Emperor, fingers drawn from throbbing temples in order to lean forward a bit. Brow raises, hands clasping together. “Are God’s not basked in true glory, when their believers and strength grow in abundance?” Question may be rhetorical, yet he finds himself seeking an answer, curious about the other. “Mortal or not, are God’s truly relinquished of any sort of pettiness?” Many instances come to mind, secrets he dare not speak unless he is to manipulate matters that may, or may not suit future plans of his. 

“What use is the adoration of mortals who demand all from you, yet offer nothing but empty words and prayers which fill neither the heart nor the stomach?” they snorted, crossing their arms across their chest as they looked criticallly upon him. “Humans are all the same, wishing for ease in all matters of life yet doing none of the work for themselves, for there are gods who will debase themselves thus, even if in truth, we deserve but to be revered and gifted all we demand.”

“I have seen with my own eyes, the pettiness of gods who think they are better than I, king that I am,” they said, darkness settling over their expression. “But I suppose you would know something of that, living amongst those useless gods.”

[bikmui-a]

corvusdei​:

               ♔  ──   Magician. Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness.

The MAGICIAN symbolizes divine immanence, the ABILITY of the magician to bridge the gap between heaven and earth.

     AND HE WAS THERE, in that space destined for the Gods, filling the other half that had belonged to that human branch that Huginn had skilfully removed, feeding on the flesh of the Great Father, joining with him in that communion in pursuance of the mere act of ascending to that undeniable sphere, now intrinsic to him in order to be whole  ──  he had never stopped, he had never hesitated, showing himself resolute in his choices and going all the way without ever faltering. He took a deep breath, aware that he only had trump cards against those who blocked his way, claiming his celestial essence, but Huginn crushed anyone under his feet, without making any distinction between innocent and sinners  ──  a God without an altar and without a temple, devoid of offerings and sacrifices.

             “ ── Who or what would bring you here, in the presence of him who united this gap between heaven and earth?”

     The metaphors were like ambrosia that enveloped his tongue, but it was often the habit of divinities to express themselves through intricate labyrinths of words, between riddles almost always indecipherable, almost aimed at disheartening those who invoked them. Yet, he had no access to the celestial realm from which he came, being stuck in a dimension that did not belong to him, but now it seemed the only place that wanted his existence. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t want to eat you.

@bikmui​ // ♔

“How presumptuous to pressume you might dine upon this most venerated of kings,” they snorted, appearing from shadows to reveal their human form, small in stature perhaps, yet radiant all the same. Perhaps they had been denounced from the heavens, but this did not strip them of the jewels upon their form; those which once might have rested upon horns now placed upon their form such that they might have appeaared a distant midnight sky. 

“I come to you in hopes you might understand this plight of mine,” they said in measured words, for there was much they knew not of those beyond the heavens, and even they were not so foolhardy as to assume they could fell him, in this sorry state without their soul. Perhaps if they were newly fallen, yet months had turned their heart to stone and resolve was an icy thing indeed. 

“My desire to burn down the heavens.”

[bikmui-a]

fatetrapt​:

“I-I don’t understand at all…”

Perhaps they were simply too inexperienced to understand, but smiling and laughing? They certainly had not been, had they? Such cruel actions belonged only to their staff… 

“If there is a place around here, I don’t really know… I’m sorry.” Their head hung low, their feet shuffle on the ground. How could they decide where to go? Surely nowhere they knew would be good enough, or even half acceptable. Faced with the fear of making a bad decision their feet locked in place and they stared up at Ao Bimei with wide eyes.

“W-which way did your highness come from? That.. may be the best option. The road I came from is awfully warped and I fear there isn’t anywhere truly safe to rest.” Or if there had been, Pinocchio could no longer vouch for its safety. After all, it was now more than their opinion that mattered. 

Pinocchio’s feet shuffling somewhat timidly, it finally registered that they’d been called pretty and their cheeks began to flush red. Pretty? They paled in comparison to the beauty before them. How soft must Ao Bimei’s skin be, how fine their hair, how warm… oh , but that was a terrible thought! They shake their head furiously. Out. OUT!

“B-but I’ll do my best to help! Even if I don’t know.”

Ao Bimei smirked, deciding immediately that it suited them to be contrary. Besides, had they not both agreed that they were the one in charge here? Although they had attempted to delegate this responsibility to Pinoccio, it grew all the more clear that they were not suited for decision-making, and although they imagined there were times when this would only become an annoyance, how it pleased the dragon king in this moment. 

“Very well”, they said, walking past Pinoccio towards the direction the servant came from. After all, it was a place Ao Bimei had not seen before, and while rest was tempting, they were flexible in their desires, and to see Pinoccio’s mindless slaughter again... 

How it excited them.

“Come along now, my pretty servant. You wouldn’t want to be left without a king to serve, would you?” they chuckled lightly. “I have faith you will protect me from whatever lies ahead, will you not?”

They stopped for a moment, fingers toying with Pinoccio’s chin.  

You’re such a good servant...” 

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Rules // Muses

[bikmui-a]

.closed starter for @ashbound‘s jun wu

“What is the place of gods, if not to stand supreme beyond all the pettiness of this mortal earth and bask in true glory?”

[attcntiondefislut]

If you’re open to writing with ocs, then you’re open to writing with canon muses you don’t know. At least, you should be. Canons can be treated as ocs if you don’t know them or their world. So many fandoms are dead or super small. People (especially multi muse muns) have lots of muses they would love to use, and don’t get to, because people don’t know them. Well if the argument can be made that ‘all canons were once ocs,’ I say it’s time they were accepted as such. Because what is a canon muse you don’t know but an oc you’ve yet to meet????

[sinetheta]

浔阳江头夜送客，枫叶荻花秋瑟瑟。 主人下马客在船，举酒欲饮无管弦。 醉不成欢惨将别，别时茫茫江浸月。 忽闻水上琵琶声，主人忘归客不发。                                                                                                                                 One Autumn night on the Yangtze River side, I bade farewell to my friends on a boat. Soft wind rustles reeds and maple leaves, I, the host, dismounted and the guests went aboard. Cup in hands, but there was no music, We drank with depressed heart, Seeing my friends off while the moonlight bathing in the river. Suddenly the pipa sounds drifting to our ears from a neighboring boat, My guests forgot to leave and I knew not where we were.

Pipa Song (琵琶行) by Bai Juyi (白居易). Tang dynasty.

Bai Juyi (772 – 846) was a Tang dynasty governmental official and prolific poet. His written works, often viewed with suspicion as remonstrance, compounded by his own steadily declining health, led to successive exiles and demotions until he held but a series of nominal ranks late in life. Pipa Song depicts a chance encounter between Bai and an old pipa player during his time as sub-prefect of Jiujiang. Bai, distracted from exchanging farewells with visiting friends at the harbor by the music of the pipa, invites the musician to hold a brief concert. The emotionality of her music strikes a chord in him, and from hearing the musician’s plaintive tale and her heartrending songs, Bai recognizes the sentiments of lonesomeness and despair they share. He composes Pipa Song as a gift to the pipa player, a commemoration of the brief convergence of two lives marked by yearning.

(via sinethetamagazine)

There’s an amazing gufeng-style song with “Pipa Song” set to music - including, of course, the pipa. The lyrics consist entirely of the verses of the poem! Turn on English subtitles for a complete translation of this beautiful and evocative narrative poem:

(via ziseviolet)

[bikmui-a]

musetothemusic​:

The Joxter decides he will climb the tree again, not because he was told, but because he is starting to hatch a plan.  “Sit tight,” he says, and he rises once more and easily scales the tree branches. Plucking an apple off the branch, he drops it on the ground.  From this height, there is no way it isn’t bruised.  It’s still edible to the Joxter, but he is sure they won’t take to it.  He stays in the tree to avoid their special sword and calls out, “There ya go!”

Ao Bimei looks scrutingly at the apple, before looking back at the creature, their arms crossed once more with a disdainful sound. “This apple is bruised. If you are to serve me properly, then care must be taken in everything which you do, including in the handling of things which are to be mine.”

“I shall be merciful, I suppose,” they said at last. “If you pick another and bring it to me as you should.”

[bikmui-a]

POETRY LINES

THE MOON

You are embers after the flame. You are strength with its teeth bared. You are the warrior who won’t stay down. I don’t know where you got all this anger from, but here, here. Let me fight it for you, if only for a night. Here, here. There is armor strong enough to survive it.

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[hanfu-asks-deactivated20220126]

Modified Hanfu by 十三余 小豆蔻儿

Happy Fall!

The cross-collared ru wraps around to create a turtle neck.

[fouryearsofshades]

I really like the asymmetrical design of this look. This Han-style curve collar 曲领 was a unique choice. Haven’t seen much of them around even as plain-old ru. This is a shan I think.

The design of two-piece skirt / xuanqun 旋裙 was bold too. Really like the belt.

[bikmui-a]

musetothemusic​:

Maggie rolls her eyes at their god comment.  Any further, and she will be able to see her brain.  “Dude, if I ‘respected’ every wannabe asshole with a god complex, I’d be floating through the nothingness of space right now.”  Or something like that, anyway.  Whatever fate Titan would see fit for unkillable fugitives.

“There are a lot of different planets with a lot of different gods, and I just got here, so of course, I don’t know this planet’s yet.”  Not that she does consider them a god, despite their insistence on it. If they were really a god, surely, they would have gotten rid of her and just teleported back to civilization or something.

“Does this emperor got a name?  Maybe someone associated with him would at least be able to help me.”  She knows it’s not likely to get the emperor himself, but somebody lower on the food chain might at least know something more than this supposed god does.

They snorted, “Why would I learn the name of one whose cities dare not hold a candle to my own palace within the blue waves of the sea?”

Indeed, tthey considered this mortal emperor an enemy of theirs, if not because theirs was a blade which sought all mortal blood, then because - how dare he try to compare. Oh, if they were to come across this emperor upon this adventure with this mortal child, then... how blood would flow indeed. 

“I do not know, nor do I care to find out,” they said, their gaze turned towards the sky, humming as they imagined the slaughter to ensue. “Why would it matter? He is but a mortal man whose birth affords him far more than he deserves.”

“It hardly is as if he would care for you.”

[bikmui-a]

musetothemusic​:

“I’ll say,” the Joxter says.  He sits down beside them and takes a chunk out of his own apple.  There is no way that he is going to climb all the way back up that tree after already climbing it once.  At least, not yet, anyway, and not without good cause.

“How’s ‘bout we start ya with the one ‘n’ see how y’re feelin’ afterwards?”

Ao Bimei looked up at the creature with a simmering glower, before finally turning to their apple and summarily dealing with it, quickly gulping it down in but a few bites. Soon, their hand reached out, a grasping motion making their intentions even clearer than they already were. 

“Go climb up and give me another.”

[bikmui-a]

musetothemusic​:

( closed starter for @bikmui ) | s.c.

When an expensive-looking vehicle with dark-tinted windows pulls up outside of the cafe, Viktor already knows that this will spell trouble.  Thankfully, he is already outside, so he can be the first to greet whoever it is.

When he sees it’s them, his face immediately contorts in a scowl.  He got so far with them last time, with them constantly derailing the conversation to flirt, and he expects this confrontation will go about the same way, especially considering the way that they are dressed.

“Why are you here?” he demands, straight and to the point, no pleasantries.

If Viktor was easily angered by their presence, then that surely meant he felt impassioned towards them. Indeed, they hardly cared that he might bring a knife to their throat once more - such passion was appreciated, no matter what form it might take towards them - that they could not help but find themselves smirking, flicking their hair from where it gathered over their shoulder as they approached. 

“To see you of course,” they giggled, and it was only half a lie. “Didn’t you miss me?”

[bikmui-a]

.do i owe anyone starters?

[sharpestblade]

where other men blindly follow the truth, remember,  NOTHING IS TRUE . where other men are limited by morality or law, remember, EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED.   

highly selective assassin’s creed multimuse ft.  ezio auditore of II, BROTHERHOOD & REVELATIONS .