Plastic Words, Genuine Actions

...Hm? Oh, hey there, welcome. My name is Fujiwara no Mokou. I'm not really one to socialize or talk too much, but as of late, my only friend has been telling me to "loosen up and stop being such a hermit..." and, heh, I think she's right: It's about time I stopped avoiding people. I own a yakitori stand and help people in and out of the Bamboo Forest, and... Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to ramble about myself. In any case, I hope you enjoy your stay. (Independent Fujiwara no Mokou RP blog, heavily canon-inspired headcanons, a lean towards canon and much character development, will RP with everyone, regardless if its Gensokyo or not. I track the tag "dreamerphoenix".)

[dreamerphoenix]

Alright, dears and darlings, it was wonderful to puppeteer the corpse one last time, sorry for the jumpscare from beyond the grave.

I hope you're all doing fine! I'm at my main @cerastes nowadays, if you didn't already know.

Now, let's let the phoenix enter another long slumber once more... *BANGS CYMBALS*

[dreamerphoenix]

This could have, in another sequence of events…have been us. The chat function exists for a reason, not that you’re honest about that my…counterpart. But Regardless, my original purpose was a kind one, not that anyone is capable of processing it through their haze. THAT’S RIGHT, it wasn’t just you on the horizon…excuse the term… of that heroic turnaround. That venom you feel is the barest edge of what I always endure. My apologies if that upsets you. HOW’S THE WEATHER!?

I love how 4 years after this blog went completely defunct, it somehow still managed to received some truly unhinged shit from someone I’ve never seen in my life. Somehow, Dreamerphoenix is the fertile soil that continues to give an eternal harvest, even if left unattended. Who the hell are you jigwojgio4

[dreamerphoenix]

I went to your blog and it went Eh? Eh?sex is protecting your blog for now dreamer

My peerless centurion... My true moonlight...

[tainbocuailnge]

Hey slutcakes, this is Dreamer, they fucking mcterminated cerastes out of absolutely nowhere for no reason, sorry to use you as a broadcasting service but could you let the girlies and everyone else know, I'm trying to get in contact with staff about it because it literally happened out of nowhere, but I kinda am afraid that people might get spooked that my account suddenly deactivated right after my day of birth as if foreshadowing some PERILOUS CIRCUMSTANCE

THE LEGEND?? THE OLD DREAMERPHOENIX REVIVES??

no yeah this happened to me too like a year or so back and they had me back up within a day after contacting support to ask whadda hell and they went "teehee it was an accident" so it should be fine, average functional website moment, dreamer did not in fact get eviscerated by boars on his birthday call off the party everyone

[dreamerphoenix]

Here's What's Up, sorry to spook you by opening the lid to a coffin long buried, minasan

[dreamerphoenix]

lmao hi driimo how you doin-- jesus christ has it really been eight years

Soon to be 9 lmao

Time sure occurs, don't it

[dreamerphoenix]

Smh dreamer cant believe tumblr's boar(d) of directors finally got you

they fucking whackd me, don't believe their lies, they fucking WHACKD M-- *muffled sounds*

[dreamerphoenix]

DON'T FOLLOW THIS BLOG

IT'S INACTIVE, I'm just using it in the meantime to contact some necessary people!

WAIT WARMLY LMAO

[dreamerphoenix]

Big fan of how the first thing I see the moment I puppeteer this corpse in more than half a decade is a bold attempt to scam me out of my hard-earned doubloons.

[dreamerphoenix]

DON'T FOLLOW THIS BLOG

IT'S INACTIVE, I'm just using it in the meantime to contact some necessary people!

WAIT WARMLY LMAO

[dreamerphoenix]

[[Alright, so, here's the happenings:

This blog is now on indefinite hiatus. I've thought long and hard on this, and I've come to this decision. For the better part of 2.5 years, I've kept this blog running, enjoying myself with all of you, writing short stories, doling out interactions, meeting people, and learning things. All good things must come to an end, however, and I don't say this in a hollow, bitter way; quite the contrary, in fact. I truly enjoyed the way this blog turned out. From day 1, I was confident I was going to be able to make something out of this, that I was going to enjoy myself, and I was right. This blog truly brought happiness to me.

It's really hard having to write this, because this blog means a lot to me on a personal level. It was the gateway to a lot of things, a lot of people, a lot of personal growth, and I am forever thankful to it.

Sadly, I don't feel the drive for the setting anymore. I am a man that lives for the spice of variety, and remaining in one thing for too long, that just does not suit me. 2.5 years is a good time, I feel very satisfied with what I accomplished here, and I feel like it's time to move onto the next thing.

But, I seriously have to say something:

Thank you all so very much for being here.

I mean this from the very bottom of my heart. Hell, I am tearing up right now, I am not going to hide it. A blog of this nature is nothing without its readers, without the people that relentlessly sent asks, that always had a nice word to send my way, a funny response, a thought-evoking reply, the people I've met and the situations it brought to me. For all of you, who were the true fuel and life blood behind this blog, I thank you, I thank you so very much. You were very excellent and enthusiastic. I couldn't have asked for a better crowd. If this were a credits roll, it'd have five Special Thanks sections, and all of them would say "You". Nothing makes me happier than knowing people legitimately enjoyed and looked forward to my writing, it filled me with confidence unprecedented to me, and it still does. I know that, for all my enthusiasm and passion, I never really did this kind of thing, this "thank you" moment, but please, never, for a second, think I am not thankful to all of you. From the anons to the people I have met and those that have become close friends to me, I am thankful to you all.

Just, thank you so much for making this such a fun ride.

This blog will remain open, for I wish to keep its archives alive and well, as well as for any capricious moment I feel like logging in here and writing the short stories in response to asks that I enjoy writing so much. For all purposes, consider the blog over. Mokou's story is concluded, and god, I am so very happy with how all it came out, good and bad.

That's all I wanted to say. Thank you all for making this such a fun experience.

The imperishable night has finally concluded, and what a fun night it was, - Dreamer]]

[dreamerphoenix]

Mokou, have you tried adopting children?

"...Not an option" answered the phoenix with noticeable bitterness. "It's simply not an option. It would be highly irresponsible of me, and the risk associated both for me and the would-be adopted child is too much to even consider."

"Every now and then, greedy humans or youkai come lookin' for me and attack me, under the impression that stealin' my liver and eatin' it raw will endow 'em with immortality. Can you believe these simpletons? Aah, well, dreamin' is free, after all. Some of these assailants are simple, they attack me and challenge me to a fight. Some others aren't, relyin' on subterfuge instead, tryin' to pass off as lost wanderers in the forest, waitin' for me to get careless and drop my defense for just a second. The kind that would target my loved ones and family, see? It was already highly irresponsible of me to get as close as I did with Keine, I won't make that mistake again. What if they had hurt her as a child? No more mistakes."

"...Even when you don't consider any of that, I will... Eventually outlive any and all children, partner, friend, acquaintance, everyone. That's the one opponent I can never seem to best, no matter what I do: Loss. A responsible warrior doesn't get in fights they can't win. I am... "

"...So very tired of that. So, no, it is not an option."

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Meet The Muse

Hover over the links for a brief description!

|| The Basics ||

Name: Fujiwara no Mokou (Mokou of the Fujiwara; meaning of the name: Mourning Female Phoenix From The Wisteria Fields) Nickname(s): Moko-tan (Kaguya, mockingly), Moko (Temple School children), Crimson Watchguard (Akyuu). Age: 1332 (born in the year 682) Species: Hourai (formerly Human)

|| Personal ||

Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: Technically Shinto; As a Youkai Exterminator, her arts are based on Shinto rites, and she can indeed perform them with great expertise. On a personal level, however, gods might as well be trash to her, and are unworthy of her respect. Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Temperance / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: To crack out of her self-made cycle of violence and solitude (inspired by a young Keine), to pass on her knowledge and experience to the current generation (inspired by the children of the Temple School), to help troubled children (inspired by her own hardships, Flandre, and the fairies of Gensokyo). Languages Known: Japanese, with simple bits and loose words of Latin, Portuguese and French from the time she met Jesuits long ago in Japan. Secrets: Much more serious, regal, and intelligent than she lets on; due to her ingrained paranoia left over from her survivalist days, she dreads showing her true self, as keeping up a "rough 'n swashbucklin'" act allows her to have people underestimate her or at least leaving them incapable of accurately gauging Mokou, giving her an advantage if she ever needs it. Quirks: While immensely wise, Mokou takes outlandish things as common and domestic due to how her mind has adjusted to eternity and to her own intense, reckless lifestyle devoid of personal safety. Absolutely bizarre moral rules. Self-harming fighting style (when she fights seriously) Savvies: Excellent at figuring out the inner workings of magic, curses, and seals. Very quick, flexible, and creative mind in the middle of combat. Unmatched when it comes to exploring and getting to know a place, no matter how labyrinthine and confusing it is.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 168 cm Weight: 51 kg Scars/Birthmarks: One could consider her hair and eyes as scars. Her hair used to be pitch black, but centuries of exposure to intense arcane flames bleached her hair white. Her eyes used to be pitch black as well, but they turned red when she mastered the art of possession and performed her first successful possession. Abilities/Powers: Absolute immortality of body and soul (not mind), expert knowledge and control over the Shinto Divine Arts of Extermination and Fire Magic (not manipulation of fire), ability to possess others, ability to make her body take on an ethereal form.

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: Meat, preferably boar meat. Favorite Drink: Sake, preferably from the Yamato province paddies. Favorite Pizza Topping: Mokou has not had pizza; she'd like it Hawaiian (slices of ham, cheese and diced pineapple). Favorite Color: Red and white; both aesthetically and because of their meaning in Japanese culture. Favorite Music Genre: Soft and calm traditional Japanese music, particularly pieces involving the shamisen or the koto. Favorite Book Genre: Historical, Religious and Mystic. Favorite Movie Genre: Mokou has not seen a movie; she'd like martial arts flicks and cheesy 80s and 90s buddy cop movies. Favorite Season: Autumn Favorite Butt Type: A corporeal one that she can kick, if the owner is problematic or irking enough (ghost butts are considerably harder to kick, though not impossible). Favorite Swear Word: Doesn't have a preferred one, though she has a knack for subverting them or wording them awkwardly on purpose ("You thrice accursed fornicator of mothers! Feast upon manure, knave!") Favorite Scent: Bamboo, morning dew, and wisteria trees. Favorite Quote: "See this beautiful danmaku, unchained from the dark Samsara!" (if she is particularly fired up, she'll say the whole thing: "Ghosts who have forgotten Nirvana cannot be reborn. A human who cannot die will not know the vivid Netherworld. As one lives, lives, lives, she doesn't know the start of life. As one dies, dies, dies, she doesn't know the end or death... As I do not know death, I have surpassed that darkness! See this beautiful danmaku, unchained from the dark Samsara!")

|| Fun Stuff ||

"Boss" Theme Music: “Reach For The Moon - Immortal Smoke” -- Non-Touhou: "Assassination of Bodhisattva" (from 3:09)  Bottom or Top: Top. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: Soft Sings In The Shower: Sings loudly. Likes Bad Puns: Claims to dislike them, but will award the highly-coveted "Mokou Fingerguns of Approval" to a sufficiently bad one if it makes her chuckle.

Their Opinion On The Mun: “The fool across the fourth wall would be wise to spend his time on other things, instead of wastin' most of it on me.”

[dreamerphoenix]

spookyumbrellakogasa said:Oh shoot. I need to see if I still remember the password.

[[Ah, I am really sorry I took this long to get back at this, things happened, but I haven't more than excuses, really. If you have lost the drive, interest, or patience, do tell me, I don't want to force you into that.]]

[dreamerphoenix]

[[Specters and hexes! I apologize, I apologize, I suddenly got drawn into rewatching an old favorite of mine and lost track of time. I still need to finish that Kyoumu reply before bedtime, I will get to that right now, words are coming.]]

[dreamerphoenix]

[[Alrighty, enough dilly dallying, I must submerge in words once anew, lest I grow cold]]

[dreamerphoenix]

belades said: I meant more along the lines of to prove it wouldn’t work, as word of mouth would quickly get out that it didn’t work, and she could easily warn them before the purchase. But I never thought of how some people might think it required multiple livers.

[[You did mention selling for profit in there, so I assumed you meant commercializing the liver.

"Couldn’t she sell her liver to make a huge profit?"

In any case, trying to prove it doesn't work would be like trying to prove those "Get Rich Fast" books don't work: You can do it once and twice and thrice, but it means nothing, as people will keep buying into that. One could make the same argument for shoddy herbal medicine and desperate people. The lengths people will grasp at straws if it means the possibility of attaining something they fervently desire is impressive and frightening.]]

[dreamerphoenix]

belades said: Oh yeah I know roleplaying is great! I just found it humorous. I loved that whole post, in no small part because it reminded me of one of my characters who’s GREAT with children, although they’re not exactly someone you’d want to associate with.

[[Aha, I see, I see, thank you!

And...

...one of my characters who’s GREAT with children, although they’re not exactly someone you’d want to associate with.

That is pretty much a way to describe Mokou, so I see why it would remind you of your character, if that is the case, haha.]]

[dreamerphoenix]

belades said: Couldn’t she sell her liver to make a huge profit? Like, just take it out and prepare it in front of people who want it?

[[Yes, she perfectly could. She could be the ultimate snake oil saleswoman, if she wanted. But, there's a few things that get in the way of that:

First, her pride. She wouldn't ever go so low so as to literally sell her body like this for something like mere money.

Secondly, past experiences. For two years, long ago, when she was young and weak, Mokou was chained in a cavern and would be devoured daily by a Youkai that captured her, in hopes that repeatedly eating the liver and flesh of the Hourai would grant him immortality as well. After she escaped and killed the Youkai, she has always remained extremely hateful and bitter at the idea of anyone or anything eating her flesh. Selling her liver is just a no-no.

The final reason is that she does not need money. Why would she? She doesn't really need money at all, since she just hunts for what little she needs, and otherwise is completely independent. She runs the Yakitori Stand in this blog (trivia: Mokou does not run a yakitori stand in canon) not for the money, but because it made a convenient "meeting point" for people to find her, should they require her help in an emergency to help defend the village or to take someone sickly to Eientei. She picked a food stand merely because she likes to cook, so might as well kill time that way.]]