ETERNITY

indie qilin oc; penned by eno.  rules about

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Hear the bells, the whistle of the wind, a voice of air and thunder. Let us not trample a single blade of grass, nor disturb the slightest of creatures, but rage, rage, rage against the unjust, the guilty, the cruel. You are FANG JIN, a young QILIN who has yet to understand the ways of mortal men. — and in the coming years you will be burdened by tragedy, changed by life, but your heart will always yearn for what is right   /   written by arph.

coloring psd by @/cavalierfou

about rules starter call

[peerlesscucumbr]

I should be able to do some things soon! I have an interview for a new job on top of repairing the water damage that occurred so slow I shall be…

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the stupid recent flood affected me ( not health wise but property wise ) so I’m here but also not rly 100% I’m (ಠ益ಠ) rn but expect a huge slowdown. 

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“say,” wen kexing uttered amidst the silence, his eyes seemingly unable to look away from the dirty and half torn apart robes as he walked from behind. “should we fetch a set of new robes for you? this one's a little old, don't you think?”

Through the dirt , through the puddles , through the caves , oh — he’s quite satisfied with the many places they’ve been. This world is far too interesting , and he much rather pick up salamanders and strange little creatures to show Wen Kexing than think about his garments. The poor thing had seen better days surely , dragged through the mud and more  — the lack of propriety would make his elders faint. 

Good thing they weren’t here.

— but on closer inspection ; this was truly a little too much. With a gasp he lifts the hems of his robe a frown etched upon his face. He often bickers with the other man , but for once Fang Jin agrees , it’s definitely time for a change. Despite being more interested in the environment around him these days , the truth was he was quite concerned with his outward appearances. 

“ but  — I haven’t brought any coins with me. How should I make some , do humans still pay for dances and paintings  — ? ”

[pre-party]

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@pcachlovc​ ; plotted starter ; rou rou

It was splendid ; the ceremony but what drew his eyes the most was the gowns and robes , unparalleled to much he has seen. Though he wasn’t exactly banned from such gatherings , he wasn’t quite welcomed either , being only a young qilin with no prestige to his own name. Through eavesdropping ( though he wouldn’t admit it ) he had gotten the name of the masterful seamstress. 

Now he stand outside her door , shifting nervously from foot to foot. He doesn’t mean to pout , but he does not knowing what he could offer the woman in exchange for her work. He had brought some gold coins , qilin scales , and perhaps what he thought was the most valuable of all  — an assortment of small cakes and sweets from the mortal realm. Hastily he leaves them at the entrance of her abode , before running off to hide and watch.

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nobilitylost​:

When he’s let in, Kitae kicks his shoes off in the entry way and steps past Fang Jin so he can shut the door behind them. “I’m sorry I dropped in so unexpectedly, but I needed to talk to you. It’s…” How was he supposed to explain to a complete stranger that not only had he dreamed of the man’s upcoming demise, but that his dreams were prophetic and always held a ring of truth to them? It never got any easier, explaining to someone what he could do and hoping that they didn’t look at him like he was insane.

“I think you should probably sit down, because what I have to say is going to seem a little bit…crazy. I just need you to trust me, okay, because it’s…” Kitae shook his head, almost unable to believe it himself. “It’s intense. I’m not what you think I am, and you’re in danger.”

“ Me  — ? ” he asks confused , “ I haven’t done much of anything. Why would I be in danger? ” From what he recalls , he had not offended nor harmed anyone in a way that was irreparable.  — but this was the world of humankind. He had been warned many times that harm did not always come with reasons. “  — but I suppose that doesn’t always matter does it ? ” Fang Jin amends.

Though he doesn’t know Kitae very well , he does trust him. He has that aura of goodwill that Fang Jin appreciates. It is such , that he prefers that the man doesn't work himself into a frenzy whether there is danger about or not.  With a comforting pat on his arm , he attempts to lead him towards a seat , if only to help him reorganize his thoughts. Fang Jin offers him an understanding nod  —  “ I believe you .”

 “ —  but I’m also far more sturdy then you think. Tell me what kind of danger is this ? One of fate or of unseen enemies ? ”

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art by wazeabee on twitter <3

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@miimpii @nobilitylost @ghosturned​ @prismaris

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        SHES GOT HERSELF PERCHED UP ON A THICK BRANCH. Legs dangling down, kicking gently against the breeze. Spring was coming to an end, thus her days of hard work were winding down too. A rabbit skips up the tree to whisper in her ear, it’s form ethereal and bright and soft like a cloud. Nyx smiles, as her eyes catch the very topic of conversation; a stranger wandering down the path. More often than not she would rather remain unseen, an unknown force of nature. But she was feeling playful— and thus retrieves her brush. Painting little petals in the air, so they can float down atop their head. 

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He’s surprised by the petals above , eyes widening as varying hues shower over him lit aglow by the sunlight overhead. He cannot help but let delighted laughter escape , a little spin in the impromptu shower as he snatches one of the petals out of the air and tucks it away. Eyes scanning the horizon to look around for the one responsible , is that a figure in the tree? 

Fang Jin throws his arms up in a vivacious two hand wave , beaming at the mysterious figure. Gesturing towards himself , and back to her , mouthing this is for you he tosses a small bag of qilin scales towards her , carried by the wind , such objects were useful for crafting quite the variety of things. Though he can’t quite see if it reached the intended recipient he hops twice , and offers the very human gesture he recently learned of a thumbs up.

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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nobilitylost​:

It wasn’t unusual for him to have conversations with people whose dreams he encountered, but what was odd was the fact this man seemed to be aware that Minsu wasn’t just a figment of his sleeping mind. Little did he know that the object of this dream felt similar. “You made this dream realm?” Minsu questioned, awe tinging the tone of his voice. “It’s rare that someone can do that, or even realize that they have the potential to do something like that. In all the time that I’ve been able to dreamwalk, I’ve never met anyone capable of controlling a dream scape like this.”

To say he was impressed was an understatement.

Normally, he would be more cautious – approaching something such as this as if it were a trap. Instead, the enthusiastic response was rubbing off on him, causing him to close the space between them and take a seat where indicated.

“Very far away?” Fingers strayed through the grass, enjoying the sensation of it against his skin. Some dreams that he stumbled into were pleasant, but none had such a beautifully serene quality. “My name is Minsu. I guess you could say I stumbled in here by accident, though I should be used to it by now. No offense, but…how did you manage to create this place? Not many can.”

“Minsu , Minsu , Minsu, ” he repeats the given name as if trying it out , each syllable becoming an acquaintance with every repeat. He seems happy to know it, and offers his own in return “ — I’m Fang Jin.” Sliding off the lower branches of the tree into the grass besides the stranger, he lays on his side appraising the new comer. Minsu feels special , a little more than human if he’s reading the young man right. “ Very far. ” Fang Jin reaffirms , “ Where most people don’t go. Secluded , peaceful — but a little lonely at times,” he admits.“ As for how  — ? Well , I have a feeling you could do it too seeing as you can walk the realm of the unconscious so easily. ” 

“Are you thirsty  — ? It’s a little warm isn’t it?” He says it like he has an alternative motive, far too mirthful to actually want an answer. It is not unlike a child too eager to get to a punchline of a joke and forgetting about the entire delivery. Without a pause, rather modern looking plastic water bottles appear beside them. It’s out of place , amongst the river and mountains , but they are tangible none the less. Languidly stretched out , he throws a smile, extremely pleased to demonstrate. “ See ? Now you try , imagine anything you want ! You can do it !” 

 The lithe form leans in as if to tell Minsu a secret, voice dropping to a whisper  — “ I like cake if you don’t have any ideas. ”

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nobilitylost​:

Head cocked to the side, soft smile and concerned gaze falling on the strange creature before him. Though Asmodeus couldn’t tell exactly what he was, he knew it was something other than the usual human that came crawling on their hands and knees to beg him for help. This creature? He breathed power, spoke with desperation and rage ringing his tone – both things that drew in the prince of hell like a moth to an open flame.

“You look so out of place here,” he spoke softly, taking steps to bring him closer to the man who had just asked for his help. Behind him, the beat of music from the club shook the walls and people chattered on incessantly as they came and left the building’s side entrance. He had been drawn out by the power he felt approaching and had not been disappointed in what he found. “You are not part of this world, at least not this modern world.” That much was a guess, but a decent one based on what he could feel and what he saw.

This was going to be interesting.

“I’ll help you,” Asmodeus quickly agreed, stepping forward to place a hand on the strangers shoulder – sympathetic, comforting, a friend. “Let’s go somewhere quieter. Then you can tell me exactly what it is you need.”

He can hear the music nearby; the beating, beating, beating like a heart pounding beneath skeletal ribs. There is something undeniably ominous , and though he knows this , Fang Jin can’t find it in himself to care. The hands on his shoulders are comforting , as if he still had a friend in this world that drew breath yet , like he hadn’t just lost everything. 

So he follows in a haze , as if possessed. Past the gyrating bodies on the dance floor , smoke and sweat clinging to their flesh , past the blinding lights , lighting up this world sectioned away from the rest, until all at once  — silence. There is a low hum pass the door , but it is as if it’s a million miles away. The only thing that serves a reminder that he has crossed neither ocean nor mountains is that the same man accompanies him.

Fang Jin presses on his wound , it isn’t fatal and with time it shall be only a memory. For some reason in this back room , lavishly furnished in his opinion he suddenly feels acutely aware that he’s bleeding on this man’s furniture. Old habits die hard he supposes , as he rolls his outer robe in a bundle to absorb what he can. It is sorely belated , and the comedy of it all finally sets in  — as he huffs , this will be doubly strange if he misjudged the scent of this individual , but there’s not other way to say it , “ Blood for blood. ” 

“ Forgive me if I’m wrong , but are you one who deals in vengeance ? ”

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LET ME ASSIGN YOU A DARK LOVE LANGUAGE.

an undoing influence.

Can someone tell you what to do  ?  You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger  (  why does it matter,  all you see is red anyways  )  and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely.  If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way,  lining the seams with their love and kisses,  you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable.  You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

tagged by:   @vulpesse ( thank you this one was so gorgeous!! ) tagging:   @ghosturned @nobilitylost @unhclys @calamityrot @ziyoue @reflight ​

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MUNDAY DASH GAME

——— BASICS!

NAME! - (arph)enion

PRONOUNS! - he/him usually but any works tbh

ZODIAC SIGN! - Capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE! - single will never mingle

——— THREE  FACTS!

1! - i love playing board games

2! - i’ve been a vegetarian for about 11 years now

3! - im like those sad office workers u see in anime just typing away in my cubicle

——— EXPERIENCE!

PLATFORMS USED! - DSFLSKDJF: i started on gaiaonline forums HAHA , then some other avatar based forums, then tumblr

——— MUSE  PREFERENCE!

FEMALE, MALE OR NONBINARY! - I usually gravitate towards writing males.

MULTI OR SINGLE! - I don’t have a preference , but I’m bad with organization so I usually go with single blogs. Ironically then I end up with like 5 diff blogs and can’t manage them anyways.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! -  lean towards fluff & angst but I think this simplifies genres too much LOL. I just like when people help me plot cause sometimes its just me and then it gets hard coming up with ideas. Smut tbh I don’t remember ever rping it funny enough. Like I’m not opposed to it, but I’m not like actively searching for it.

PLOT / MEMES! - I prefer plots , but memes are great for jumping in timelines and AUs and stuff :^)

TAGGED BY! - @miimpii  (THANK UUUU)

TAGGING! -  @ghosturned @nobilitylost @unhclys @calamityrot @ziyoue @reflight @vulpesse

[tokyoproxy]

♡ Takashi ♡ 

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miimpii​:

   “You have more of these? How…?” He looked at the little companion he had, baffled by whatever was going on. At this rate, Oliver wondered whether Fang Jin was a thief or a hoarder of treasures, given how ancient looking the coin was. To how he was able to sneak one (or even a couple of them, who knew?) into his sling bag, the halfing will never know – although he would admit he never left any coins in his bag.

     HE huffed and attempted to the coin with his fingers, but fumbled a little when he caught it with his hand before he got his composure, by doing a small twirl on his heels. Okay, never doing that again. Oliver kept the treasured piece in his pocket and scratched the side of his head. “Okay, you know what? We’re gonna head back and get more stuff from the auntie – and we’ll give her that coin as a token for her cookies.” Oliver suggested. “This time, you pick what you want.”

A hard exhale of air can be heard from the qilin in his bag. After he watches Oliver fail his little coin trick, Fang Jin dives back into the bag to hide his little laughter. There’s a bit of rustling as if he’s rolling about before he finally calls from inside , “ Okay ! ” He stacks the coins he has in the corner of Oliver’s bag for easy access , a modest pile of five golden coins.

“ Can you stop outside before you enter auntie’s place so I can change? ” Fang Jin requests. If he was going to be allowed to choose what sweets they were going to purchase, well he was going to make sure he would be able to voice it loud and clear. By change he of of course  meant shedding his outer form to his human appearance. It was almost an instantaneous process , but doing such a thing in front of a nice bakery owner might be to shocking.