DIVINE WIND .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝. 「 indie ichimoku ren 」

[exfujin]

“None escape the ravages of time…”

this is an independent & highly selective blog from the jrpg/moba known as Onmyoji. i’ve been around for a hot minute but don’t let that stop you, please ! i’m compliant to the game but have divergent headcanons of my own. if you wish to RP with me, please follow me at my multi @numinousdread and request ren so i can get us started !

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[exfujin]

@jiingweii​ asked:  “this world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow’s life.” to ren ! from sen 💞

      𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ; yet the wind carries it around them like a sigh turned breeze, shaking the leaves of the trees all the way past the docks and up the mountain where his shrine sits. He dips a few fingers into the water nearby her, relieved that these days it does not sting or ache at old wounds. Lately, coming all the way down to the village has felt more worthwhile than it did before. And being able to speak with the other spirits and beings of the world again has carried a newfound fascination. He lifts a wise eye, gentle but restrained as he peers at Senhime.

"  It is a burden to care so much; even more so to know the loss of these burdens turned to pain. You are yet young, what has troubled you so ?  " He asks.

[ichimoku-ren]

[exfujin]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ?

You Attract: Comfort .

Waking up to the sound of singing chickadees perched on your windowsill by your sleeping lover; giggling by their side as you watch the sky, laying on a picnic blanket with small sandwiches and juice boxes near you; slow dancing late at night to no music in the middle of your kitchen floor. you attract comfort. 

falling in love with you is like going home. it's like breathing in and basking in the familiarity of it all. those who search for you find that they are at their happiest when they finally find you. your beauty is a breath of fresh air, a painting that soothes, a melody that you recognize. your love is so gentle, so kind, so soft to the touch that it eases the hearts of everyone around you. people find themselves relieved even at the sight of your mere smile, and they don't even know why. you bring warmth to this world, my angel. keep shining.

TAGGED BY: @otakejin ( thank you !! )

TAGGING: @brushbun​ , @reizor , @nintoku , and anyone else who wants to !

[exfujin]

WAIT is there an active Onmyoji rpc again ?!

[exfujin]

@mamaterasu​ asked:  you can’t do this alone, let me go with you.

          𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 the fallen god as the goddess beside him reaches for his arm, steadying him on the old moss covered stone steps. They were barely visible, so rarely trodden were they anymore. And Ren himself, a shadow of his former self wrapped in bandages and missing an eye. He had been denying needing the aid to climb his own steps by her up until the sting of yin energy from the demon that attacked him flared up in his side and he stumbled. Once proud, Ren eventually would let her guide him to the next step, bitter amusement in his low voice as he peers up the mountain and through the forest.

 “  To think ... I should need help to get back to my own shrine . Or, what is left of it ...  ”

[nintoku]

❝  No matter what darkness vexes the people of Kyoto, I… I choose to believe in them!  ❞

private miketsu-no-kami from onmyoji.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Linda Hogan, from Dark, Sweet: New & Selected Poems; “Heritage,”

[exfujin]

mammaterasu‌ / AMATERASU .

       all his colours have waned,    they have faded into near obscurity against the sheer ocean that wrapped itself and bubbled all about her form.  there is longing.  there is sadness.   there is a sense that he has already accepted his forlorn fate,  consigned himself to the bleak beginnings of autumn that shall lap about his ankles and cloak his shoulders.  it moves her greatly,  unknots an old,  fabled fear she has locked up tight.  ah  —    to be forgotten would be a cruel end,  indeed. 

         ❛  i have many names. ❜   she spoke plainly with all the rushing grace of a babbling brook knitted between every syllable.  dark eyes shift slightly,  her gaze remains untouched yet ever endless.  it was as if the sheer expanse of her very being was held back by what mortal bones she inhabits now.    ❛  amaterasu  - ōmikami is my calling. ❜  

          she wonders if he remembers what it is like to be eternal.  to be cracked and archaic.  to know the creaking bones that jut out of the earth.  maybe he remembers her name,  maybe he remembers the songs the voices of the past once sang,  with all their throats partly parched and their eyes so terribly wizened.  

          back and forth,  back and forth  ;  the pulsing heart of divinity reaches ever onwards. 

          ❛  ichimoku ren  …  what stories do you have to tell  ?  what have you seen  ?  ❜

       TO BE IN THE PRESENCE of the Sun Goddess herself ! his clawed fingers hesitate upon white fur, a question of decency, before handing out one more gentle caress and letting go. 

 ❝  Ah. . . Once we may have called each other family. But that was so long ago. . .  ❞ He does not miss Takamagahara, that distant heaven where upon all the gods looked down at Japan in wonder. He has always rejected their ways, preferred to be here, where he is the gale that seeps through every breathing thing’s bones, its structure, its skin. Once he was a chaotic element that even heaven looked down upon, but he has since been humbled . . .

And now ? What was he now but a shadow of his former glory ? No Fujin riding on his great cloud. Does she know it so, without his saying ? Still, he aches for some semblance of respect for his seniority.

Ren stands back up, another tired sigh unwittingly tumbling past his lips as he plucks a freshly bloomed flower from the earth along with him. ❝  Goddess, I have so many tales, I would struggle on only what few I did not have to share.  ❞ Lifting a hand, his bandages cascade forward in an arc as he pushes a low branch out of their way, revealing a warm cliffside where the view of the forested valley and once-existed village below met with the watery coast. 

❝  But if I am to speak with you so long, won’t you speak to me on equal ground ? In a more familiar, two-legged form ?  ❞

[exfujin]

           HE’S IDLY PETTING the pale, pink dragon in his lap. Occasionally, it lets out a content little grunt or nudges its horns into a particular scritch, but the two are blissfully ignorant of their surroundings for now.

[ripulka]

[darkearthsuggestions]

Sweet decay fills the space where my heart used to beat, moss so soft lays me down and whispering, lulls me to sleep. I dream of mushroom caps and fields tilled fresh and filled anew with rot; I dream of peace among the trees and quietude in thought.  

[exfujin]

Traces the curve of a beautiful cheek with his fingertips. "Black hair suits you just as well as your lighter colors."

        AH…WHAT AN UNEXPECTED TOUCH! How it sends a delightful little shock throughout the kami’s body; his very mortal feeling skin, whereupon the kyoto passerby could consider him to be any ordinary young man if not for the sharp ears, unnatural eyes, and lingering aura of something….else. But Seimei is of course no average man. He could sense who the black haired soldier standing in his courtyard was before he had even opened his mouth. His confirming touch and words only makes the leaves in the grass rise up and dance, settling upon their shoulders afterwards in brief relief. For Ichimoku Ren’s part, he simply smiles and turns a pink eye upon the onmyoji.

❝  Does it ? I never much think to appear this way, but …  ❞

[marionettic]

PINK的神明组

[studioghiblishy]

Mononoke 1997

[rpshopkeepers-blog]

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

[aliienatcd]

Just to be clear - 

        Even if we have never interacted, you are more than welcome to send me memes. Sentence memes, text memes, questions about my muse. It’s a great way to start something new between muses. If you want to interact, but none of my starters are interesting, send me a meme. If you want to know my muse better, send me a meme. If you just have nothing better to do and want to see if something will develop between our muses, send me a meme.