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# 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒   ,    an  independent  and  highly  selective  blog  for  an    original   &.   entirely  headcanon  based  portrayal of   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀   ,   the  goddess of music and protector of itsukushima as narrated by onmyoji and by japanese myth and folklore ,    loved  and  worshipped  by   𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ❤    ,   she / her ,   +21   .  

╰ links: carrd , r18 sideblog , spotify playlist .

❤      ⸻     𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅:     the healing power of music,   𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 - 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄,   the difference between a 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 and the 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫,   the never - ending cycle of death and rebirth,   𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄   &   𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒,   to overcome one’s physical and spiritual limits,   hundreds of years of solitude and the scars left 'pon the heart,   the trauma of war / wartime thoughts and wartime scars, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧,   a life spent in golden chains.

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kinnara will be moved to my multi, @masqueret !!

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debating on whether i should move kinnara to the multi or not 🫠 😪

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i'm still debating over this and the only reason why i haven't given up yet iS BECAUSE I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORKING ON THESE ICONS THAT I DON'T WANT TO TRASH THEM GRRRRRR

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have you ever seen a woman so beautiful that you cried ? 🥹 ✨

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@ netease: you either make this game global OR you give me this skin for kinnara in the main game, i'm no longer asking 🔪 🔪 🔪

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BABY '??????? MY BABY ????????????????????????

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debating on whether i should move kinnara to the multi or not 🫠 😪

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[April 2019] Itsukushima, Japan

Check out my IG: @vfc.jpg

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since onmyoji has blessed me with this really pretty skin,   it is now an official headcanon on this blog that KINNARA HAS LITTLE FEATHERY WINGS SPROUTING FROM BENEATH HER SCAPULAE   (   in all her verses,   aside from those in which she is a human   )   ,   although they are commonly concealed beneath layers generous of silken,   velveteen fabric. 

due to the size of her wings and their rather limited span,   they cannot be really employed for flight     ⸻     which matters little,   for kinnara is already capable of floating on the air and thus does not necessitate of their support.   the most significant detail about them is the fact that each feather is lined with gold and they thus gleam and shimmer continuously,   which is especially noticeable at night or whenever kinnara sings   /   plays her biwa. 

it is whispered that if you collect one of her fallen feathers and put it against your ears,   you can hear the distant echo of a soft melody.

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《阴阳师》紧那罗

昭昭娣Dee

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/AqgnRX 

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𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 ? she knows not what the response to this query is, for her heart is feather - light and does not wish to disclose its most intimate secrets so easily: the truth is that she has always known that one day she, too, would have walked down the path 'pon which so many of her ancestors once did and thus she never saw any other alternative [ ... ] however, she had hoped to do so with the warmth of her beloved ones by her side, with the gruff attitude of the eldest son at each fiendish encounter and the mischievous tendencies of her middle, moon - kissed brother. and if there is something that she has never learnt, then it is to clear her mind from thoughts entirely unwelcome and unpleasant: she wanders back to her homeland albeit only in thought, to those who are now nothing more than pyreflies drifting aimlessly amongst collapsed pillars and burnt down walls.

and it is amidst such thoughts that she would have continued to dawdle, if only a sudden splotch of gold across the horizon had not piqued her otherwise fleeting attention: a man, all alone by the shore. it is with increasingly hastened pace that she saunters forward, doll - like expressionism hardened in genuine concern. the distance is greatly diminished, but she remains wary of @spiralcut ; the shore stretches between them, burning hot underneath the midsummer sun. ❝ hello ? are you alright ? ❞

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since i have a huge ff x brainrot lately, kinnara is getting a ff x au !

hailing from the little island of itsukushima is an ancient lineage of musicians turned summoners. sometimes, their pilgrimages would end in glory and all of spira would chant their name in chorus, other times they would end in defeat and their name would be silently carved onto stone ... but not once, was their name tarnished or their precious aid refused by those plagued by the never - ending wrath of sin. ever since the very first settlement in the island, her family has had the duty of protecting not only the land, but also those who inhabit it: aside from the sanctified figure of the summoner ( one for each generation ) , every member of the family was traditionally schooled in the different arts of war and nurture since childhood, be them the arts of valorous warriors or of selfless healers, it mattered not.

unfortunately, spira is a land of tragedy and this is something that kinnara has learnt ever since she was a child. kinnara's older sister, a fledgling summoner who had excitedly departed from the island alongside her parents who served as her guardians, precociously died during their journey due to the sudden ambush of sin and its spores thus, the role of the new summoner for the new generation was shifted onto the shoulders of kinnara who, back then, was mere years old.

despite the efforts of the last high summoner and his selfless sacrifice, the calm was never long enough, it was never powerful enough to thoroughly placate the destructive hunger of the countless fiends that would traverse the sea with the unique purpose of laying the island to waste. while kinnara studied night and day in order to hone her abilities and thus prepare herself for her future journey, more and more souls were lost to the never - ending assaults of fiends and demons: soon enough, the road in front of her was one paved onto the corpses of those who had sacrificed themselves to protect their loved ones.

eventually, sin returned ... and once sin returned, the island of itsukushima was amidst the first territories to be attacked. with barely any warrior still standing on their feet and with no healer left but kinnara herself, the defenses of the island collapsed ▬▬ where once songs could be heard, only burning ruins and hastily crafted graves now remained. kinnara was the only survivor of the assault, and although gratitude not once ceased to burn within her breastbone, the sight of her loved ones dying right in front of her was more than enough to scar her deeply.

with no one but the ghosts of her family keeping her company, she decided to leave the ruined island behind and set forth to begin her own pilgrimage.

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✉ ・ │ 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 , @wolvensden :

sender and receiver have to find shelter in the woods from a sudden storm .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, but for someone who has grown within a cradle of star - less darkness, the tempestuous clouds above her head and the boisterous thunders tearing the darkened skies asunder are naught but the haunting reminder of the dream - like inferno in which she has grown, in which she has lost all but the light safely tucked within the arteries and ventricles of her divinity - kissed heart. still, the celestial musician is a proud creature, and even as her bones rattle beneath her silken clothes with each thunderous roar that lacerates the wrathful cerulean, she neither whines nor weeps: feather - laden ears instinctively lower themselves and the petite wings on her back can solely spread and fold repeatedly in pursuance of ridding their sterling feathers from the frustrating weight of burdensome droplets.

it takes them more than a moment to eventually find a shelter. the wooden cabin seems to have long since been abandoned by its previous owner, its furniture old and rotting with mold on the edges, walls and floors equally overtaken by voracious vines and timid blades of grass. the scent is pungent, but she can hear neither the sorrowful laments of the dead nor the fierce growls of demonic presences: they will be safe here, or so she hopes. lithe fingers cradle generous bundles of heavily drenched locks in their hold, exerting just enough pressure to squeeze out all the water [ ... ] and it is then, whilst the loud tap tap of falling droplets reverberates within the cabin like an old song, that she realizes just how tremendously dark the entire place seems to be.

her heart quivers, but her voice is one cemented in sugar and honey. ❝ sett ? do you think we could lit up a fire ? even a small one ... just to warm the place. ❞ her fear is a sin that she dares not to outwardly admit, for she knows that vocalizing it would make it become even more real.

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✉ ・ │ 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 , @vinsmoked :

can you hear that ?  sounds like a waterfall .

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 [ ... ] it is a song that celebrates life in all its beautiful aspects and her heart almost willingly succumbs underneath the pleasant weight of this all - encompassing merriment ( the island of itsukushima had long since ceased to sing, its merry melodies of yore cruelly replaced by chants of mourning and prayers of grief for those who went to war and never returned ) . and thus her honey - drenched simper does not falter, even as the path ahead becomes less steady and more arduous to traverse and countless leaves end up tangled in her moonlight - painted locks ; the celestial musician knows that she could simply spread her wings and float above all these earthly obstacles, but she wants to remain by his side, even if her feet hurt and the exquisite silk of her garments is torn by greedy branches and pulled on by love - starved thorns.

at the sudden mention of a waterfall further down their path, her attention perks up     ▬▬    plumed ears perk up as well, their sterling length stiffened in curiosity on each side of her skull. ❝ shall we head there ? we could find a comfortable spot where we can rest and maybe eat something. ❞ the pleasures of feeble mortality are no longer necessary to ensure her survival, but how could she ever deny the delicacies prepared by his skilled hands ? her stomach grumbles at the mere thought, a flush spreading across doll - like features to paint the expanse of soft cheeks in gentle brushstrokes of peachy - pink.

then, an idea. it is thunderous, it comes with such strength that she can merely contain it within her throat before it manages to escape and thus claim the goddess' melodious voice. ❝ maybe i could play a song for us, too ? i had promised to sing more for you and this sounds like the perfect moment. ❞

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↪     𝔞  𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 .    (  a  collection  of  sentence  +  action  prompts  appropriate  for  a  forest setting .  adjust  phrasing + reverse  as  necessary .)

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

i think we’ve been going in circles .

we should stay here until morning ,  it’s too dark .

think we should carve our names into a tree ?

how much longer until we can get out of here ?

i didn’t think i’d find anyone else out here .

[ name ] ,  i’m really not an outside person .

can you hear that ?  sounds like a waterfall .

where did you go ?!  don’t wander off like that .

i didn’t imagine it could be so beautiful out here .

do  …  do bears do that ?

could you give me a hand with my tent ?

get out of your head ,  there’s nothing out here .

i don’t have service .

what exactly are we looking for ,  again ?

there’s nothing like the peace i feel out here .

hey ,  wait up !   i don’t want to lose you .

“ [ name ] ?   [ name ] ?!  where are you ?! ”

c’mon ,  let’s explore a little .  take a risk .

put that down !  you’re like a child .

bears are the least of our worries out here .

tell me a story ,  c’mon .  a scary one .

uh  …  my compass isn’t pointing north .

can i put this in your bag ?  i want to save it .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

sender and receiver reach their destination on a hike .

sender invites receiver to climb a tree with them .

sender and receiver stumble across a wrecked campsite .

sender and receiver share a tent on a camping trip .

sender pushes receiver up against a tree to kiss them .

sender runs into the woods to flee from receiver .

sender and receiver follow a strange trail found in the woods .

sender tells receiver a campfire story .

sender and receiver volunteer in a search party .

sender and receiver play hide and seek in the woods .

sender and receiver encounter a wild animal .

sender and receiver come across a  [ river / waterfall ] .

sender gets injured in the woods and receiver has to help them .

receiver loses track of sender in the deep woods .

sender and receiver have a picnic in the woods .

sender and receiver flee from something together ,  into the forest .

sender and receiver build a treehouse together .

sender and receiver have to find shelter in the woods from a sudden storm .

sender offers to help receiver set up their camping equipment .

sender joins receiver in their tent to alleviate receiver’s anxiety .

sender and receiver hear strange noises from the trees .

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thank you o.nmyoji for emphasizing the fact that sonus   CRIED   each time she had to play in the battlefield because it does not matter how much she was willing to do this or how much she understood her special role in the war,   it was still tremendously traumatizing for her to be in the middle of such violence and mostly to be there to witness her beloved ones dying   (   not to mention the   GUILT   that she had to bear because if someone died,   then it was her fault due to the fact that she had not played well enough or fast enough to heal their wounds   )   . 

>main example: her brother dying because she arrived onto the battlefield too late and his wounds could no longer be healed, so he died right in front of her.