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Dōken-sha (Airisu POV) Post 20
#Wss366 helm #MastoPrompt Unabashed #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever #Edo
Sumika’s fingers touched Arakawa's. It was the slow motion of someone half-asleep. Arakawa-sama, Owl-sama, had ensorcelled her.
In a moment of insanity, I plunged my beak into Sumika’s neck, screaming:
Grain in hand
Snare in the other
A gilded bridle
Sumika’s hand jerked back as red and indigo sparks spat from the sacred #helm. Arakawa-sama’s leveled his fan at me, snapping it open. But something stayed his wrath, and he finished my renga instead:
Crow at dawn
The rooster struts
Stew pot awaits
I didn’t need to analyze that verse. The threat was clear.
An unsustainable silence of suspense fell. #Unabashed, I stared back at his blazing eyes.
I wondered, though, why I wasn’t feathers scattered on the shrine’s floor.
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Dōken-sha (Airisu POV) Post 19
#Wss366 gauntlet #MastoPrompt Disposable #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever #Edo
He bowed with formal grace, though not as deeply as Sumika. “Welcome, I’m Arakawa Dōken.” He stopped and studied my mistress, who remained silent, bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
“I-I-I…” She finally responded, but couldn’t get anything further out.
“And you were one who wore bells at your waist and spoke the names of spirits without bowing,” the spirit said.
He paused again, waiting. But when there was only silence, he resumed. “Now you are soft, tainted with foreign magic. Still, you are the tool that is handy—you may rise samayō miko. Let me have your name.” Despite the disrespect embodied in his words, his tone was hypnotic.
Sumika straightened, and I struggled again not to topple over. Otherwise, I would have warned her not to give her name. Names have power.
“Yeung Su-sumika.”
That was an odd combination, but it explained why she used her given name. It can be quite the #gauntlet surviving in a Japanese school with a Chinese surname.
“Yeung-san, I see you bear my gift,” Arakawa-sama said.
“Gift?” Sumika said, swaying. Her voice fluttered.
“Not good,” I thought. “He is a hawk, and she is a dove.”
“The book. The book you gave me in times gone by, I have returned it to you.”
“What book?” I asked myself. I would have to ask about that later.
Arakawa continued. His voice was soothing. Not a hawk but a serpent weaving its hypnotic spell.
Lo, seeker
Mountain sought
Before you the path
He paused, waiting for an answer. When none came, he recited his own response to the #renga.
Owl call
Stem the tides
Stones smooth
The word "owl" hit me like an arrow, breaking the spell Arakawa-sama had woven, leaving me itching as if I had fleas.
Having escaped the weave of his voice, I thought about what he was saying. It’s an offer. The upper verse says my mistress had found what she sought, and the lower verse offers to change what has passed. How fitting that Arakawa-sama calls himself “owl,” a hunter in the night, and robber of nests in the dark. The tides he wishes to stem are those that have caught him up; those of a forgotten #disposable kami, not Sumika’s.
“Come, bind yourself to me.” He had now switched to prose. “Remember, Ban Zhao says, ‘Let a woman modestly yield to others.’ Yet, I will deliver all you dream of.”
“Pig,” I almost blurted out.
Then he returned to verse.
Twaining weed
Moon and Hawk fly
Wild herb open
He held out his hand, and Sumika reached for it.
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Dōken-sha (Airisu POV) Post 18
#Wss366 threshold / Equinox #TimeTravelAuthors #Whatever #EdoEra
It was too late to turn back. Behind us, the trail no longer looked the same. We had crossed a #threshold into the Shadow Land, Kakuriyo.
The monks beckoned us forward. “Bake ichō no sei,” I cooed to Sumika. “Ginkgo kodama, spirits of the ginkgo trees.”
Sumika prepared to visit the shrine by washing her mouth and hands in the mountain spring. I hopped down. The darting of little fish fascinated me for a moment. Then I washed. The drops of water were cool on my back, but not unpleasant.
Cleansed, Sumika clapped and rang the bell, accompanied by the monk’s gongs.
Light gathered over the kabuto, folding inward until it took the shape of a young man, straight-backed, hawk-faced, as composed as Lord Confucius. His austere dark robes were bound with a simple corded sash. Indigo light seeped along the cord binding the ledger tucked under his arm. In his other hand, he held a closed black lacquer fan. Energy gathered there as well. A small handscroll rested at his waist, secured as neatly as a blade.
My first instinct was to fly to a safer distance. His stillness wasn’t of calm, but of judgment. He hadn’t been a man who scattered peanuts for idle birds. This had been a person who counted to the last grain of rice.
“Minor samurai, administrator, Confucian scholar,” I cooed to Sumika. She would owe so me many peanuts!
“Ack!” Sumika made a deep ninety-degree bow, taking me completely by surprise.
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🌹background on the writings of the legendarium and a mythopoetic/mythological/spiritual reading of the texts
🌼my own being as specifically tolkien elven otherkin, what kind of thingy i am
🌸eldarin spiritual traditions/invented religion/what are those gay genderqueer elves doing over there?
-resources and links
🌹So, LOTR and the Hobbit are the nicely finished parts of Tolkien's Legendarium (gateway article) published before his death, which he began working on as early as 1916 while recovering from trench fever from wwi. The currently published books of the legendarium were compiled and edited by JRRT's son, Christopher, and published posthumously. Because of this, there is no 'one true version' of most of the stories presented in the legendarium, because JRRT himself was not able to finish and attest to their being in final state. There were many versions, some overlapping or contradictory, to many of the tales or ideas in the legendarium, and if you go through what is available chronologically you can watch his ideas on linguistics and the world of Arda (which includes middle-earth) change and grow. JRRT was very influenced by his studies as a medievalist, and the legendarium can be read as a mythology or in a mythological lense, so to speak. There are some other things supporting a mythological or spiritual lense for reading, like Tolkien's occasional comments that he didn't 'write' the story, rather it was revealed to him or channeled to him and he was following the current as it grew and changed. He was also endeared to the longstanding concept of an Otherworld, of Faerie, and his early visions and writings of Arda (the lost tales especially) present Arda as A Faerie/An Otherworld and not as ancient earth necessarily.
There's a really excellent article on the 'spiritual/religious affordances' of the legendarium as a text and that serves as a little historical collection of the various tolkien inspired/based spiritual groups that have existed over time, which is Dr. Markus Altena Davidsen's 'The Spiritual Milieu Based on JRRT's Literary Mythology' published in 2012. This paper really breaks down the anatomy of fiction inspired or based religion in an interesting way, and discusses the different lenses people read these texts in. The PDF is free to download directly from the link above at academia.edu.
🌼I've been an elf for a long time. I didn't really want to be a Tolkien elf because the common pop culture assumptions about eldar were that they are snooty and high falutin and think it is crass and ugly to wear black clothing. or something. apparently thats a real fight lotr larpers playing elves have gotten into with some regularity over the decades.
But, regardless, the anatomy matches and the shoe fits. Eldar are the elves of the tolkien legendarium, whose primariy body is that of the spirit. Our physical bodies are houses for our spirits to reside in. We love speech and creation, and each of us has proclivities to some certain topics or thoughts or arts that especially enriches us. Our memories are very long, and our view of the future favors the long view--the right here and now can be easily overlooked if it isnt crucial to the outcome of the long view. (as in, what type of thing we eat or do not eat, wear or do not weat, sing or do not sing, etc, will not change the longterm-outcome of virtuous behavior very much, so we are not overly concerned with it outside of the exercise of arts.)
The first story in the Silmarillion (Christopher's Great Compilation of legendarium stories edited into a chronological mythology) is that of the creation of the world, the ainulindale or song of the powers. Here's an excellent illustrated comic form by Evan Palmer! I share this because this can tell you a lot about the eldar without having met them or reading further--the elves were only the firstborn of the children. Humans, Dwarves, Hobbits, all the other thinking and speaking peoples, or the 'free peoples' as they were called intext in LOTR in that age, are my siblings. My perspective of my siblings, these other kindreds, is that we are beautifully different and also so beautifully alike. We were made for the love of making, and that is something that warms my heart in this world where many are not born or raised out of love by their material parents, including myself. The marring of the world by selfishness and cruelty has hurt myself and all of my siblings, and that seed of hurt has echoed into our own actions and thoughts.
This forms the basis for how i view the world, how i navigate it, how i feel about living here.
I don't really view my time in Arda as a past life, but rather as one continuous long life. I have died at least twice, and been re-embodied, as some of us do. It just so happens that this last time I was given this beautiful human body to live in, with human family and a human life. I don't think this world is materially Arda in the 12th age or something like that, as some claim. I think the power of Otherworld, of Faerie, of Arda as a kind of Otherworld, means I can be here as I am even if there's no wreck of Numenore for us to dig up in the atlantic ocean bc its not there and didn't happen Here. but i also don't view myself as totally alien or outsider to this world--The One can make many things and has many thoughts I can't understand.
🌸Yay for me, there's other Eldar around! And sometimes dwarves, or hobbits, or mermaids, or even men (in the tolk sense, the kindred not the gender) to make friends with! Socially, I run a small closed-garden community for these people who are of like mind (radically queer and inclusive, not mega racist, view the legendarium with a spiritual lense but dont think it factually overwrites history here as seen in archaeology, etc. not on the ai koolaid.) It is my duty to keep the calendar of our spiritual observations, to perform ritual and spellwork, and generally to maintain the 'facility' where we can relax and be ourselves. Since it is a constructed religion, a lot of that we noodle out ourselves, at the pace that is natural for eldar; which is to say very slowly.
so, like, for example our new year is coming up. It is a two day holiday-the last day of the old year and the first day of the new year. It falls in the month of wind, where we observe reverence for Manwe, lord of the airs and birds, whom Eru appointed to rule over Arda. I can generally list off some ideas for how to celebrate the month and the holiday or how to tailor meditation or spiritual activity at any time of year. The rest is for my dear ones to fiddle with and enjoy on their own and to share if they feel like it. Some of us commune directly with the Valar and some of us do not. Some reserve worship for Eru, I am more panentheistic and worship Eru and all the Valar and animistically observe the divinity of the created world. My role is support and encouragement and sometimes materials or planning.
-Resources and links:
Legendarium article on Tolkien Gateway.
Dr. Markus Altena Davidsen's 'The Spiritual Milieu Based on JRRT's Literary Mythology' published in 2012.
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So, I have been getting back into Digimon, watching the sub Digimon Adventure series, just finished upto end of tri. I have to say I love it. Simpler times it reminds me of. Also I have watched last evolution (Never Agian), gif was me for 2 weeks.
I love everything about it.
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So, I have been getting back into Digimon, watching the sub Digimon Adventure series, just finished upto end of tri. I have to say I love it. Simpler times it reminds me of. Also I have watched last evolution (Never Agian), gif was me for 2 weeks. I love everything about it. #digimon https://media.tenor.com/O3IdVrvWS98AAAAC/agumon-data-squad.gif?hh=280&ww=498
#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Nameless Shrine (Airisu POV) Post 17
#Wss366 Idol referenced #MastoPrompt Venerable #TimeTravelAuthors #Whatever Early Edo Period
Sumika had barely taken three steps through the thick fog engulfing us when a gong rang, its tones muted by the vapors. Startled by the sound, I watched the fog part to reveal a new scene.
A serviceable path lay before us, with the weeds trimmed back. It sloped down the hill, leading to a woodland shrine surrounded by dazzling ginkgo trees, vibrant in their fall glory. Next to each tree stood a tall, #venerable monk holding a gong. Their skin was as bright and golden as the leaves of the trees next to them.
Around the shrine, the energy was calmer, no longer indigo but violet, shot with indigo bursts. The sense of malevolence had departed, yet the shrine didn’t feel friendly. Instead, it was watchful, wary.
The shrine itself was sparse. A clear spring bubbled from the earth. Suspended from the ginkgos were a bell and wooden prayer plaques. A small offertory box sat before a weathered stone Buddha. A few offerings lay scattered at its feet: wilted flowers, rice on broad leaves, and burnt incense.
One of the golden-skinned monks lifted the lid of the shrine chest. Inside rested an Edo-period kabuto.
Violet light washed across its lacquered plates and bled outward into the grove.
My years of study were not wasted. The helmet was no mere relic. It was a mitamashiro—a spirit-vessel—binding a dead samurai to this place.
This was not a shrine of gratitude. It was a shrine of appeasement.
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So yesterday, I had this User interaction
Me: where are you working tomorrow? (Some home work some days.)
User: I am
Me: Are you working in the office?
Me: We need to send you a replacement laptop.
User: OK thank you.
I ask twice and no true answer. Had to ask the manager in the end.
Me:
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So yesterday, I had this User interaction Me: where are you working tomorrow? (Some home work some days.) User: I am Me: Are you working in the office? Me: We need to send you a replacement laptop. User: OK thank you. I ask twice and no true answer. Had to ask the manager in the end. Me: https://media.tenor.com/dykYobo5AgoAAAAC/ugh-fine-give-up.gif?hh=315&ww=498