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I, Carrion - Hozier Daemon Targaryen 5/10 - Unreal Unearth Event

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✧.* word count: 8.8k (long boy) ✧.* genre: angst -> comfort // sfw (but adult themes) ✧.* warnings: slow burn-ish, the reader is female, Otto and Alicent are minor villains, details of sickness (Daemon not reader lmao)

"Leave it now, I am sky-bound // If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me // We'll float away, but if we fall // I only pray, don't fall away from me"

Being the last member of a noble house was difficult, and the fact that you were a woman made it even more difficult. Surprisingly, you've found comfort in the Rogue Prince, and even more surprising when he finds comfort in you. A comfort built on mutual affection and respect, something a certain someone in court feels threatened by

Parts of this story were inspired by The Crucible, you'll know what I mean after you've read the story. Also hiiiii, I'm so happy to be back from my LONG hiatus, I'm feeling a lot better and hopefully will get into the writing groove back!

As always, lyric and story breakdown at the end of the story

Your mother died on the birthing bed, she had fought valiantly, screaming, crying, and clawing at the sheets trying to push you, her firstborn, out.

When you echoed your first cries, your father came into the room, he held your mother’s hand and wept, the last thing she spoke was a plea to your father to love their daughter and to give it a name she chose.

Your father honoured this last wish of your mother as she died.

He raised you with nothing but a doting sort of love but he knew his time was limited.

The Gods had not been kind to him or your mother, you were their first child in over ten years of marriage and in your birth, you had taken your mother. Because of this, your father found no more reason to remarry. His heart belonged wholly to your mother, he gave everything to her and in return to you, the last thing he has of her.

Though that meant the extinction of his house once you marry or pass on, he doesn’t seem to mind it. He did fear for you, now ten and eight years of age.

He feared for what would become of you once he dies, with no more kin to lean on and coming from a house that wasn’t as powerful as most others in your region, he wishes for you to live in content.

So one day when a raven is sent out to many noble houses in search of a lady-in-waiting for the young Princess Rhaenyra, your father jumped at the opportunity. You were close of age to her and her other lady-in-waiting lady Alicent Hightower, though you were slightly older. He found this to be the perfect opportunity.

After consolidating with you, he sends you off to King’s Landing with the hopes of interesting the princess enough that you’d become her lady-in-waiting. Much to his joy the princess was taken by you.

You were straightforward and spoke rather brazenly compared to the other prim and proper ladies. Something Rhaenyra loved. You quickly wrote to your father about how she told you that you amused her greatly and that she admires your sharp words and quick wit.

After being chosen as a lady-in-waiting for Princess Rhaenyra, you came home only to retrieve your belongings before moving to live in King’s Landing. Your father had wept in private with you before you left, you were the last thing he had of your mother and though you did not know her, he says that you were quite similar to her. In that way, he felt if he could give you a content life, he’d be giving an extension of her another content life.

“Promise me you’ll survive there, surrounded by dragons, you have to be strong, my beautiful daughter.” He weeps as he pulls you closer to him.

Your father was old, older than what most men were when they had their firstborn, and so you knew he didn’t have long left. With what little time the Gods give him, you want to make him proud and happy.

“I will father, I will keep both you and mother in my heart.” Your father pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Then promise me you’ll survive no matter what, you’ll live and you shall thrive.” He looks at you with determination shining in his eyes.

“I swear to you, I will not let those courtly dragons drag me down.”

With that, you left your home for King’s Landing.

It wasn’t much different, you weren’t from rigid lands like Dorne or Winterfell, so the weather didn’t bother you much. What did bother you was the social customs that you were expected to adhere to.

Back home, your house was small but highly respected by the common folk around you as well as the other noble houses around you. Seeing as how in, what most assume, a couple of years you will be the last of your house, the noblemen and women of your lands gave you much more freedom than most women.

You didn’t butter your words and spoke with an ardent fever when the topic would land on one of the many you were well-educated in. That was another thing you found ridiculous, the only women that were highly educated seemed to be the highest nobles. And those were Lady Alicent and the Princess herself. Those two were the only ones you found you could talk to.

Whilst the men, as knowledgeable as they were, were rude and distasteful. You had found no comfort in court and found it difficult to hide your sneer any time anyone second-guessed Rhaenyra’s position as a princess and her father’s firstborn.

The two of you shared a bond unlike any other, you were your father’s firstborn, just as she is. But unlike her, you hold none of the pressures she has from everyone around her to rise above her station while sitting prim and proper as the perfect lady. So she blossoms whenever she speaks to you, in you she sees a different side of the coin she resided in.

And when her uncle comes to visit, let’s just say, her interest in you grows exponentially.

“Prince Daemon, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance once more.” You curtsied at him when he caught you walking through the garden.

The roguish prince grinned.

“Might I ask why my niece’s attendant is roaming around without my niece at sight?” He nears you.

“Princess Rhaenyra is studying with her Septa, my prince, during her lessons I am not with her.” You explained to him.

After a few years of attending to Rhaenyra, you have met Daemon repeatedly. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find the prince quite charming, in a sly way. What little conversations you’ve had with him, he’d found humour and entertained your sharp tongue. Not to mention he actually speaks to you when topics of your knowledge come into the conversation. Unlike many of the men here who then go on a tirade about the topic, boasting about their knowledge, completely ignoring any of your statements.

“May I ask what troubles you?” You ask when you see him observing you.

"Do you think Rhaenyra is suited for the throne?"

The sudden serious question caught you off guard. Though you tried to answer as honestly as possible, knowing the Prince would find it more favourable.

"Of course, I do, she is the king's firstborn, knowledgeable, headstrong, and stubborn. This realm needs a strong leader, not one easily swayed by their court,” you paused, deciding to poke the bear, or in this case, the dragon, “I hope I could trust you not to misconstrued my words and twist them in court, my Prince.” You grinned.

Daemon chuckled, letting his head fall back ever so slightly as he took a step towards you.

“Now why would I do that?”

Your eyes focused on him, “Perhaps to take all of the Princess’ attention? I do see the way you look at her, my Prince. I may not be well-accustomed to the queer traditions of the old Valyrians, but I am not blind. Perhaps you are jealous she’s spending her time with me and wishes to rid of me.”

Standing in the deserted gardens nestled deep in the Keep, Daemon takes another step closer to you, pressuring you to take a step backwards. Yet you stand your ground, unwilling to let the invisible strings of tension pull you back as he pushes you forward with his noble visage.

“You are one of the last interesting people in this keep. Dare I say, with a tongue like that and a mind like yours, if you were born a man you’d have been seated somewhere in my brother’s court. But alas, you were born to be the last of your house.”

At the slight snide comment of your house, all but little of your playfulness dissipated. Of course, you understood the dire situation of your house, but you would be a fool to let its name be tarnished and insulted.

“Alas, unfortunately so, if that is all you wish to say to me, then I shall take my leave,” you tilted your head upwards before lightly bowing and turning to leave.

Daemon sighed with a tired smile before reaching out to grab your arm.

“Are all southerners brass and easily emotional?” He remarks, causing a humourless and graceless fake smile to fill your expression.

“If I am as emotional as you say I am I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to roll my eyes at your words. Yet, here I am, still smiling, it seems I’m less emotional than you think I am, Prince Daemon.” You spoke the last words through gritted teeth, clearly showing your sarcasm.

“As much as I do enjoy our banter, I did come here to talk business, though it seems you had distracted me.” At his statement, your brows furrowed and finally, you turned towards him. Seeing as you don’t seem to walk away, Daemon lets go of your arm. “There are snakes aiming to bite at your ankles, little hound. Keep a watchful eye.”

Little hound, the nickname that used to make your blood boil as a child. Your house sigil consisted of the body of a bloodhound, standing regal with its head held up high and one paw in the air. It perfectly encapsulated your house’s longstanding history as a loyal and trustworthy house with a mind unlike any other. Your father gave you the nickname when you were younger as you would play with the pups and dogs near the farms.

Later on, the nickname would catch on through the common folk. Little hound they called you. When Daemon first spoke of it, he spoke as if it was an insult. The little hound, the last of the bloodhounds of your house.

But now it sounded different.

“I would watch your back much closer,” he leaned closer to almost whisper to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “I’d hate for my favourite source of entertainment to disappear.”

As quickly as he got serious, the boyish bravado and ease came back, Daemon pulled away, taking a step backwards to create some space between the two of you. Right before you open your mouth to inquire him about the statement, another voice joins you.

“There you are, I had been looking everywhere for you.”

You quickly looked back at the sound of the Princess’s voice. The young Rhaenyra stood there with a smile upon meeting your gaze, though that very smile dropped into a mischievous glint when she saw that Daemon was with you.

“Uncle, I did not know you had returned from your travels.” Rhaenyra spoke walking towards the both of you.

“Niece,” he greeted, “I had just arrived in port at midday.”

Rhaenyra smiled though it looked more like a mischievous grin than anything. “Ah I see, and you had immediately gone to find my lady-in-waiting have you?”

Ah, the Princess Rhaenyra, ever the lady without a filter covering her mouth. You wanted to grit your teeth and tell her she shouldn’t be saying things so easily, but you knew she’d simply call you a hypocrite.

“I do enjoy seeing her face every once and a while, niece.” Daemon glanced slightly at you before going back to look at his niece.

You wanted to roll your eyes at his flirtatious ministrations.

“Hm, well, if all you wish is to see her face I believe that wish has been granted. Now the lady and I must go.” Rhaenyra took her hand in yours and quickly began pulling you away.

You heard Daemon chuckle to himself right before you were out of earshot.

“Do tell me you aren’t trying to bed my uncle.” Rhaenyra spoke, no sense of malice in her words, only humour.

“By the six, I would never bed a married man, my lady. The Prince is far from my type of men anyways.” At that, Rhaenyra quirks her brows.

“Do tell. What does a lady such as yourself look for in a suitor? Perhaps it would give me ideas for my own dream suitor.” She rolls her eyes at the last part of her statement.

Being by her side all the time and seeing her act regal and noble in front of her many subjects, you’ve almost forgotten that she is still a teenage girl. A teenage girl that bored of her mundane life of being looked down upon by the masses.

“Loyal.” You answered.

Ever since that day in the gardens, you’ve found yourself unable to sleep a lot of nights, your mind being flooded by images of Daemon. His whisper against your ear, his body close to your own. You found yourself needing to take a breather outside now and again. Almost always your body leads you back to the gardens.

The cooler air of the night comforted you and let go of any images of Daemon you would have.

Tonight was a tough night to swallow, though not due to the Rogue Prince. Quite the contrary, your mind was filled by your father. Recently you had gotten word that your father had passed in his sleep.

Old age has caught up with him and following his dying wish, his attendants and his beloved subjects buried him in the heart of the forest behind your old estate. The forest which you and your father had tracked down and killed much game before your stay in the keep.

In the letter, it detailed that he had died a few days prior from when you’d received the letter and that the funeral procession had ended. The reason you were not told of the funeral procession was due to your father’s other dying wish. He did not wish for you to be burdened by grief or the past.

He wanted his death to be just another event in your life, nothing major nor anything to bring concern to. Therefore he didn’t want you to travel all the way to your homeland just for his funeral. Something you gritted your teeth over.

How dare he decide what was best for you?

Now you were alone in this cruel and tainted world. A little hound alone in a den of dragons. How curious.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Daemon’s voice behind you was the last thing you expected to hear when you sat down on one of the many marble benches in the secluded garden. He walked towards the bench and sat beside you, watching the same sight.

A gorgeous splitting tree grew in the middle of the garden and in the dark of the night, its white flowers almost glowed in radiance. It reminded you slightly of the prince’s own white hair.

“My father died a few fortnights ago,” you didn’t know what compelled you to open your heart to him at that moment. But you did and there was no turning back, “And now there is one.” You whispered into the night.

“You.” Daemon stated, causing you to nod.

“Yes, me,” a dry chuckle followed after. “What misfortune befell on my mother to have birthed a daughter instead of a son. You were right, my prince, had I been born a man my lineage would continue. Plenty more bloodhounds would be running around my estate and my house would not die out.”

You didn’t want to show weakness in front of the prince, not after all the work you’ve put in to fit into the social quo of the Keep. Yet, Daemon does not seem to care.

“I wouldn’t call it much of a misfortune. If you were born a man, I would not have found you half as beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, any other time a little voice in your head would tell you that your tongue would be cut off if you did that. But now you didn’t quite care. Your house was dead, you were just the final piece. Whether you died or lived, what legacy would you bring?

“What glory it is to be considered beautiful by a married man.”

Bitter were your words.

“The bronze bitch is dead.”

At the sudden rashness of his statement, your head whipped in his direction.

“My prince, apologies I did not know such news has befallen you-”

“Hah!” he laughed, “It is nothing more than good news. My marriage to her was loveless and lacked any sort of mutual respect. No,” he shook his head and turned towards you.

Both your eyes met and in a single second, you wondered if his violet eyes lit up in the dark much like the red of fire at midnight. You wouldn’t be all that shocked if Targaryens had that power along with the one to bond with dragons, as Daemon seemed to have another power up his sleeve. Enamouring you with his gaze.

“I came looking for you to ask for your hand.” Your brows quickly furrowed.

Your daze broke almost immediately.

“Pardon me, my prince?”

“I can take you to Dragonstone and wed you there in Old Valyrian customs. You once said you saw the way I looked at Princess Rhaenyra. But it seems you’re blinder than you thought. They weren’t for her,”

The cogs in your mind twisted and turned.

“They were for you.” He closed in.

Your breath was caught in your throat the moment he leaned in. Daemon’s lips were harsh against your own, despite the slowness of his approach he did not hold back in kissing you. In a single moment after you reciprocated, his hand was at the back of your neck, pushing you closer and deeper into him.

Both your eyes closed you could feel lightning striking through both your bodies, as he pulled you closer to him. Though right before your instinct pushed you to open your lips and let his tongue explore, your thoughts crashed into your mind.

You quickly pushed away and stood up from the marble bench, your chest heaved from the lack of oxygen and the adrenaline. Daemon quickly stood up as well seeing your bewildered expression.

“Why?” was your only question.

Why now?

Why me?

Why the haste?

Why-

Too many questions, yet all start with the word why.

You could see Daemon take a second to mull over his words, when he did figure out a response his hand reached towards your cheek. Lightly caressing it, a stark juxtaposition on how he had just been handling you moments before.

“Though I debated on asking for your hand after what you had just told me. I leave for Stepstones at dawn. I intend to make you a bride before then, just as I always hoped for many moons now.” He answered truthfully.

“You intend to fight the crab-feeder with Lord Corlys and his son?” You inquired, to which he nodded, awaiting your reaction.

You thought to yourself for a second then a soft smile crept into your face. “Then do not make me your wife tonight, make me your friend.” You held onto his hand as you continued. “Fate and death have touched my father. I do not wish for it to touch my husband. Wed me when you win the war, that way you’ll perhaps find something to look forward to when you fight against these warriors.”

A surprisingly warm smile befell on the Rogue Prince. He held onto your hand tighter and guided you back to sit down on the bench. An air of comfort and warmth blanketed the two of you in the cold desolate air.

That night, the two of you spent it in those very same gardens, talking to one another. Not a single drop of wine was shared between the two of you and yet your hearts were open. Not in the way of speaking truthfully but in a way much more intimate. As if the two of you could hear what is unspoken and read what was between the lines.

Both your minds and souls weaved together that very night. Entangling themselves into one another before the sun would rise and the spell would be broken. There was no need for a touch of passion to be shared. The company was all that mattered to the two of you.

Just as you were about to leave your room as the sun had just begun to peak from the horizon, Daemon stopped you.

A sense of deja vu rushed towards you, the scene of the last time the two of you were in the garden alone replayed in your mind.

This time no snide remarks were thrown, instead you turned towards him with no malice.

His hand held onto your wrist as he spoke, “As something to remember me by.” He stated as he procured a dainty bracelet with a gorgeous red ruby in the middle, he held your wrist and clipped it on.

“Valyrian steel, it shouldn’t tarnish nor break.”

Speechless, you spoke only what was in your heart. “Come back to me after the war ends and you’ve had your fill of adventure.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before you turned to leave.

The many months after went on as usual. Your friendship with Rhaenyra grew even stronger the moment she saw the Valyrian steel bracelet, immediately knowing it had to be from Daemon. She had been delighted to know of your and Daemon’s plans once he wins the war in the Stepstones. She yearns to have a true friend permanently within the court. Especially after Alicent’s marriage to her father.

Unfortunately, it was also due to that event that your relationship with Alicent slowly tarnished itself.

It seemed not only Rhaenyra realised the source of the bracelet you now wore every day. Otto Hightower was one of the many who had his suspicions. Whether you were another one of Daemon’s whores or if the rumours are true and you plan on wedding him. Otto knew you’d be a formidable opponent in his wishes for Aegon to be the king, for his blood to belong on the throne.

So he pulls Alicent away from you, to make what he was about to do easier.

One day a guard had called you over during one of your few alone times, seeing as Rhaenyra was with her Septa. The guard informed you that you have been called to trial under the eyes of King Viserys and the Seven. You didn’t know what was happening, but you weren’t a fool to not comply.

Daemon’s words echoed through your head the longer the walk took from your bed chambers to the small council’s room.

“There are snakes aiming to bite at your ankles, little hound. Keep a watchful eye.”

When you arrived at the small council meeting your worst fears were made into fruition. Inside the room was the whole small council including Alicent, which meant a good majority of them were people who didn’t like you.

Sir Harold called your name as you kept your eyes trained in front of you.

“You are trialled under the eye of King Viserys the first of his name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and under the watchful eye of the Seven. You are accused of dark witchcraft and conspiracy against the crown. How do you plead to these accusations.”

The suddenness of everything stunned you. Your brows furrowed and your eyes widened as your gaze flickered towards Alicent. She refused to look in your direction and so you immediately turned towards Otto, he was staring dead into your figure.

“Excuse me?” you finally croaked out, “My King, I assure you I have never done witchcraft in my life and I would never plot against the crown. My father died to put me here, I would never do anything that would harm my house’s name as the last living member of it.” You practically rambled feeling panic begin to bubble up against your throat.

There was a great silence in the room as you looked towards King Viserys. Despite being his daughter’s closest confidant, you didn’t have much interaction with the King himself, always so busy being pulled away by Otto. Realising the situation you found yourself in, you took in a deep shaky breath, swallowing the panic down as you gazed forward.

“I plead not guilty.” You needed to regain your composure, all you had to do was convince Viserys, which shouldn’t be too hard.

“I apologise for the formalities, I find this rather unimportant considering half of the things going on at this moment.” Viserys suddenly speaks with a sigh. “It’s clear my daughter’s lady-in-waiting is not a witch, now could we move on?”

“I understand why you might be fooled by her, my king, but as my daughter come forth she will show you undoubtable proof.”

With a sigh, Viserys nodded towards the young Alicent’s direction. Alicent walked with bated breath towards the table without a single glance in your direction.

Like clockwork, she placed a small doll made out of some scrap fabric roughly in the shape of a human proportion. However when she placed it down on the table the doll slightly tumbled forward and revealed its front.

Though there was stitching in the middle of the abdomen, it’s clear that someone had ripped parts of the stitching open, revealing the inside of the doll. Sheep wool mixed with hair, human hair in the same wool’s colour was stuffed within the doll.

This was no normal hair, it was Targaryen hair.

This was no doll or toy, it was a poppet.

“I had saw the increasing distance between the Princess Rhaenyra with my daughter after your marriage, my king, so I sent my daughter to reconcile with the princess. As the princess is usually seen with her lady-in-waiting, I sent Alicent to her room first. She returned to me in haste and panic, she had found a poppet under the lady’s carpet. A witch’s poppet, no doubt used to forsake you and your future male heir, my king.”

“Lies!” You quickly yelled out, causing the entire room to look at you. “I have never seen that poppet in my life!”

Seeing the way Viserys scrutinizes you underneath his gaze, panic bubbled up. Your eyes were blown wide you took a hurried step closer towards the council’s table. In a surprising response, the guards beside Viserys pulled out their swords. The blade aimed towards you. Your heart stopped in your chest.

“Stay where you are, witch.” Otto stated, looking around and seeing no one on your side you took a few steps backwards, going back to your previous position.

“Apologies for my outburst, your highness. But I can assure you, I’ve been framed. I’ve never seen a poppet in my life. I do not even know how to create one. My teachings are well documented by my septa from my homeland, if you wish to know of my good nature, ask my people. They know I would never forsake the throne.” You tried explaining yourself.

Viserys gritted his teeth as he reached out towards the poppet. Silence enveloped the room as people awaited his response. Using his fingers, Viserys pried the front open even more, and there he pulled one of the hair strands. It was long, longer than his hair. He recognised it as Rhaenyra’s. A gasp left you at the sight of it.

“This,” he glared at you, waving the poppet in the air, “This is blasphemy and conspiracy not only towards me but my daughter. You think I’d believe the words of a witch?”

“My king, please! I beg of you to believe me.” Ignoring all kinds of shame you dropped to your knees, urgency clawing at you. “I have been in the Princess’ service for a very long time. I see her as my closest friend, I would never do anything to harm her. If you must doubt my character, do not doubt the maids who clean and tend to my quarters. Surely they should’ve found it had I kept a poppet of the princess this entire time?!”

You tried reasoning with the king, even going so low as begging him. You didn’t know what to do. You knew what was happening, Otto Hightower. That reptile amongst dragons wanted to rid of you. But if you were to accuse him of treason, then your case would not stand. As it stands, Viserys trusted him more than you.

Viserys stayed silent, as did the court. No one spoke to defend you, no one spoke to scrutinize you. Because the end was clear. The king looked at you with contempt.

“Please.” You made a final plea.

“For your crimes, I would sentence you to an execution.” You wanted to scream but your pride wouldn’t let you. “But I appreciate and take account of the many years you have spent under the servitude of my daughter. For that, I sentence you to banishment. Leave Westeros at the first boat towards Essos. I’ll allow a single bag of your belongings to carry with you. What you do then will not be of any concern to me. Leave.”

What followed after came in quick succession.

First, all your pleas and desperation dissipated. In its place was hot, flaming anger. Any and all niceties disappeared from you as you walked out of the room with a glare.

Second, your maids were standing waiting for you in your room. Their heads bowed low as they try not to look into your eyes. They know the charges were false, they know you were framed. But they also knew they could not do anything, so you sighed silently and packed what was necessary.

Your father had you taught all the necessary things a lady needed to know. How to sew, how to weave, how to speak, and how to enamour. But he had also taught you all the necessary things a lord needed to know.

With no one else to lend down his knowledge, it was all for you. He taught you how to hunt, how to build a fire, how to fight, and most of all, how to survive.

Third, you were sent off in a boat to Essos to Gods knows where. With only Alicent and Otto to watch and make sure you were truly leaving, your princess on the other side of Westeros finding suitors, and the man you love fighting in a war– you swore to yourself.

You will survive.

Daemon returned not a moon cycle after your banishment. Surprising everyone, Rhaenyra came minutes after Caraxes landed in the dragon pit. She had ended her tour early and Daemon had won the war. It was both a momentous and a frustrating day for Viserys.

The war in the Stepstones was won and Daemon had bowed to him in front of his entire court. That very event warranted a celebration.

Almost immediately the kitchens bustled to life, the servants prepared delicacies and parties.

As Viserys laughed at stories from both his and his brother’s youth, Daemon could not help but let his eyes wander. He had known of Rhaenyra’s tour in search of a suitor. He had also known you had not gone with her for reasons unknown. So he had expected you to be here now to celebrate his win.

He had planned on whisking you away in the night like that day he swore himself to you, bringing you to Dragonstone, and finally wed you, just as he promised.

Yet, you were nowhere to be found.

When Daemon found out about your banishment, the Keep found out how irrational the Rogue Prince could be. Not a moment later, he mounted Caraxes and left King’s Landing for Essos, leaving behind an array of shouts and arguments with both his brother and the King’s hand.

Rhaenyra didn’t take it any less lightly either. Though she could not simply fly off to a distant continent, she made sure her distaste and anger were felt across the estate. Any and all attempts of Alicent to speak to her were all brushed away harsher and colder than last time. In a bout of rebellion, the princess halted speaking with her father for a long period of time.

But just as time continues to move on, so do people. After many soldiers and men were sent off to Essos to look for Daemon, the Rogue Prince finally returned. Muck and dirt stuck to his body like skin. From his eyes, everyone knew not to set him off.

The prince wreaked havoc with his gold cloaks not long after. Loyal only to him, the soldiers became increasingly harsher in their punishments, all at his order.

Viserys never knew true anger as when he had thought Daemon had had his fill of violence and asked him to marry Laena Velaryon, to strengthen ties between house Velaryon and Targaryen.

The lady was a friend of his, just as Rhaenyra is. But the anger that overtook Daemon at the mere idea of his brother banishing the woman he loved, only to send him away once more to marry someone else burned within him.

Arguments, insults, and threats were poured upon them like wine on a wedding night. The keep did not know peace for a long time after that.

However what did end up happening was that Laena Velaryon married another nobleman, and from her came Baela and Rhaena. Daemon would stay in Driftmark with Laena, all to cause gossip and havoc within King’s Landing and to cause even more of a headache to his brother.

There he witnessed her husband’s untimely death due to an accident and her own during childbirth. He saw the way Laena’s body burned up in flames, leaving both Rhaena and Baela alone in the world. Just like that, he has lost another friend.

In a single moment, he had thought about you. To the last night, he saw you. The two of you basking in the moonlight as you told him about your mother. Her untimely death. Seeing the way it tore you apart, he took it upon himself to take the two girls as wards of his family. He raised them as if they were his own. A part of him wondered what you’d think of him if he saw you. How he wished sometimes as he looked into the eyes of Baela and Rhaena after he comforted them of their mother’s death, that he was looking into the eyes of your daughters. The daughters he could imagine himself having with you.

Would they have his platinum hair or would they have yours? Perhaps your eyes, though purple would look gorgeous. At night when he slumbers, he imagines and dreams about them.

Children of his own with you. Be it two daughters like Laenas or three sons like Rhaenyra. He imagines them with your smile and mind, soft, comforting, but sharp and precise. From him, he hoped they’d have his tenacity, his edge for battle, his stubbornness, and perhaps his love for their mother as well.

But when the sun rises and he wakes, they stay in his dreams. Forever missing.

Perhaps it was bitterness, perhaps it was anger, or perhaps it was something as simple as pettiness. But he knew the whole reason he pushed Rhaenyra for the war was because he urged for revenge.

Then when that day came, the day when the Gods cried and thunder ripped through the sky, he held too many regrets as he leapt from Caraxes and plunged Dark Sister deep into his niece’s good eye.

The battle above God’s Eye was a brutal one.

Vhagar, a war dragon in her own right, yet slow from age, against Caraxes, the blood wyrm, the only dragon which can match Daemon’s bloodlust and anger, but always blinded by his rider’s emotions.

Then Daemon, the Rogue Prince, fuelled by pure rage and revenge which boiled within him for years before his opponent was even born, against Aemond, the one-eyed-prince, who knows nothing but the desperate and filthy feeling of wanting to make good of his name.

Their fight raged for what seemed like forever.

The sky cracked and burned with lightning and rain. As Caraxes barely weaved through Vhagar’s piercing jaw, Daemon angrily yelled out. He could see no way he would win this, but he would be damned and let Alicent win. He’ll have to take down both Aemond and Vhagar, even if it costs him his life.

Just as Aemond yells out commands to Vhagar, trying desperately to steer her, Daemon prepares his final attack. And when Vhagar’s jagged and sharp teeth finally sank their might into Caraxes’ wings, Daemon leapt.

Aemond’s one good eye widened in fear as he struggled with the many straps that bound him to the queen of dragons. He could not get away.

Daemon rained down on Aemond’s one good eye like the Gods’ judgement. Plunging dark sister deep into his skull, whilst Caraxes’ neck sprawled to bite Vhagar’s neck.

The four of them fell to the raging sea like Gods. Kin killing kin, dragon killing dragon. Blood dyed the sea red that night. Daemon could only hope you would forgive him for his abandonment in the afterlife.

Had he known that was the last night he’d ever seen you, perhaps he would’ve never gone to the Stepstones.

So as saltwater fills his lungs and burns his eyes, he relinquishes himself to death.

Deer fur has never been the softest, it’s short, stubbly, and quite harsh on the skin. But it is one of the best to bed with when winter comes. Due to this, a layer of sheep fur is always useful when placed atop of deer fur when one wants to sleep. The softness of the sheep perfectly balances the warmth of the deer.

Warmth, comfort, and the plushness of sheep fur atop deer fur greeted Daemon when he roused.

He had thought the afterlife would be warmer and brighter.

When he opens his eyes, the only thing he can see is a haphazardly made wooden roof, dimly lit by very few candles. One of those candles was beside him, giving off some warmth to the side of his face.

His eyes squinted as they tried to adjust to the dim lighting. When he finds that he can’t he tries to move his limbs. Surely if he was dead then his injuries would amount to nothing.

That assumption couldn’t have been more wrong as the moment he tried to sit up using his elbows, pain travelled through his entire body more painful than anything else he’d ever imagined. Causing him to collapse back onto the fur-lined bed.

He groaned loudly as his senses jolted awake from the pain stabbed within him. Was the afterlife truly this ruthless that it asks him to feel his injuries though dead?

His mind feels muddled as if a haze is crossing his eyes. His vision blurs and returns at random intervals and he feels sick. He knows he has a fever. Daemon feels the heat on his skin, despite the coolness of the air around him.

Once more, he tries to move. This time to do a much less taxing task than the one prior. He tries to move some of the animal pelts around him, lessen the heat surrounding him.

But when he lifts his arm to try, the door to the measly home opens with a shuddering sound.

“Gods, you’re awake!” he hears a voice, though it rings in his head and he can barely make out the words.

Had his head not been spinning and pounding against his entire being, he would’ve looked to his left to see who it was.

“Oh no, please stay still. Your injuries are grave and you’ve suffered so much frost.” The voice returns again albeit he still can’t make out the owner of the voice nor the words they speak.

The figure, hazy in colour and shape runs towards him as they fix back his pelts to cover his body. He realises then that he isn’t clothed. He groans when they accidentally place very light pressure on one of his bruises.

“I’m sorry,” they whisper, running towards a table somewhere in the room.

When they return they hold a bowl of viscous liquid.

“Drink it, it’ll help with the drowsiness and the pain.” They speak softly and very slowly.

Though he doesn’t fully comprehend the words, Daemon is too far in his injuries to resist any kind of medicine. The bowl was brought onto his lips and he slowly drinks the viscous and bitter liquid. It burns his throat and tastes disgusting. He almost gags at the feeling of it running down his mouth.

When he finishes the bowl, the figure places it aside and comes back to his bedside.

Slowly, his ragged breathing returns to normal as his head stops its terrible spinning. The fatigue and pain of his muscles and bruises were still there but the burn of them lessened.

When he can feel his throat and mouth again, he trusts himself to speak.

“Who are you?” he whispers.

The figure’s face expresses something, their mouth moves to emote but his vision is still too blurry to know what they are doing.

“I’ll answer your questions once you’ve fully come to yourself. Rest for now, my prince.”

They reach out to brush a strand of his hair that stuck to his sweat-lined forehead. In the corner of his eye, before he succumbs to sleep once more, he sees a silver bracelet. He does not know why he feels safe enough to sleep. But his mind wills him to and his body is too tired to care.

In the days that followed, Daemon comes in and out of consciousness. Every time with blurry vision and a pounding headache. The figure aides to him as best as they can, he remembers them replacing the cold rag on his forehead every now and again. Feed him water and broth, anything liquid enough for him to drink and not have to chew.

On the 1st full moon since his first rouse, he wakes long enough to focus on his vision. The figure wasn’t there, wherever they may be, Daemon was glad for the small moment of respite. It gave him time to think about what had happened.

The fight above God’s Eye. Vhagar struck after Caraxes. His blade embedded itself in his niece. Then his fall. How he has survived so far was beyond him. A part of him wishes he was dead. Let the cold water fill his lungs again, let the salt burn against his eyes, let it stop his heart. Let him meet the one he loved.

But no, it seemed the Gods had cursed him with a life longer than he neither wanted nor deserved.

The figure didn’t come back for at least another hour, since then Daemon has found strength within himself to move his limbs lightly without much pain. His body ached from the lack of movement but that wasn’t the thing he was focused on.

With much rest and nutritious broth, the strength in his mind had returned. With it came his clear vision. Clear enough to see the woman who walked through the haphazardly created wooden door, carrying two hares.

Her clothes were ragged, her hair a mess, her skin muddied with dirt and God knows what else from the hunt. Her riding gear was old and tattered, barely holding onto dear life. But he’d still recognise her even if her body was covered with scars and burns. It was you.

Daemon was confident he looked like a buck who’d just realised a quiver was pointed at it with the way he was looking at you. Eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed. His eyes focused on you as you huffed your way across this simple home of yours.

Pulling off your shoes and discarding all your gear before grabbing a knife to skin the hares. You hadn’t realised Daemon was awake, he was far too quiet for that. It gave time for Daemon to wonder if he died during his sleep or if you were truly real.

It wasn’t until you’d finished skinning and butchering the hare, placing the skin and organs away for something else and clearing the blood and butchered pieces away that you noticed he was awake. At first, your reaction had been shock, your eyebrows rose and your mouth went slightly agape at the intensity of Daemon’s stare.

But then it softened, and a smile crept its way onto your face. You sighed and placed down your dirty and bloody rag, walking over towards him as his eyes followed you. Your hand, now clean, went over to push away some strands of his hair. Then his eyes caught onto the bracelet once more.

It was you, truly you. You with the valyrian steel bracelet he gave to you so many years ago.

In the choking intensity, Daemon whispered your name once. Like how a devoted disciple would towards his most forgiving of Gods.

“Yes, my love?” You whispered, equally as quiet and reverent.

Daemon choked.

Emotions and years upon years of longing and yearning crawled their way from his heart all the way to his mind a mouth. Rendering him speechless.

“Welcome back, my love.” You repeat, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

Not much was done afterwards, though Daemon’s body still pulled him to rest, he tried with all his might to stay awake. Afraid that if he closed his eyes you’d disappear.

But with a soft voice, you coaxed him back to rest. Promising to speak to him once he heals. That was the only thing which allowed him to go back to a peaceful rest.

The next time he awoke, it wasn’t a peaceful rouse. Quite the opposite. A loud shrill sound echoed through the house, it shook the windows and burst through the walls. He knew that sound. Caraxes.

With little to no care for his own well-being, Daemon sprung upwards, since he first woke he’d been clothed. Though it was just a simple and thin shirt and pants to cover himself up but not overheat him in case of a fever.

He winced slightly over the sudden action but the sound of Caraxes led him towards the exit. Clutching his side he lightly limped towards the door and struggled to open it.

“Lykiri Caraxes! Lykiri! Daemon is alright, he’s healing!”

You were in front of the blood wyrm, standing between the large dragon and your measly home. What bravery you held to stand your grown though he could tell the way you shivered you were just as terrified as many at the sight of the dragon.

Caraxes had severe scars all throughout his body, many were closed off, but he could see some marks on his wing and leg which had been expertly dressed with soft leaves. Have you been caring for Caraxes as well?

His thoughts were cut off when Caraxes let out another shrill cry, his head lowering to be at the same level as your much smaller form.

“Lykiri Caraxes,” though he could barely speak above his normal tone, both you and Caraxes heard him quite clearly.

At the sight of his rider, somewhat healthy and standing, Caraxes let out another shrill cry. Though you swear this one sounded much higher pitched. All before he himself also lightly limped away and slumped to the ground not so far away from your fireplace.

“Daemon,” you spoke before rushing towards him to support him. “You shouldn’t be walking around yet!”

At the sudden reprimand, he laughed, “And let you be eaten by Caraxes?”

You huffed, “He wouldn’t, I’ve been tending him for far too long.” You took a nervous glance towards the beast, “At least I hope he wouldn’t.”

“He wouldn’t.” Daemon states, leaning his head towards your own. Treasuring the feeling of your body against his. “How?” The question hangs heavy in the air.

“Well he’s been unconscious far longer than you have so it was easy to try and patch by his wounds. My only fear was if he didn’t wake up he wouldn’t be able to eat anything, so every now and again I’d leave dead sheep around him in case he wakes up so he could immediately eat. But for the dressing, I don’t have enough cloth to bandage or do anything so I used soft leaves. It’s what I used when I first got here so I thought it’d be al-”

Though you misunderstand the question, Daemon can’t help but feel amused by your lack of hesitancy in speaking. He wouldn’t expect you to go on a tangent like you do now back when the two of you were still in King’s Landing. Years before the war.

“I mean, how are you alive,” he questions after silence over his laughter cutting you off.

At the question, the mood thickens.

“Let’s talk inside.”

You supported Daemon as he staggered inside the small house. Sitting him down lightly over the makeshift bed you’ve been able to make with cloth, feathers, and several different kinds of pelts.

There when the two of you got comfortable you handed him a drinking bowl of warm tea as you sipped on your own. Only after the two of you finished both your tea did you start.

You told him about your banishment, and how Alicent and Otto Hightower framed you for witchcraft and conspiring against the crown. How it was only due to your connection with Rhaenyra that you were able to miss the death sentence. Then you told him about your life in banishment. Essos hadn’t been too bad.

Of course, it took a lot to learn new skills and put them to work. But there were a surprising amount of kind people in the area, especially the worshipers and monks. They taught you how to survive, but you couldn’t leech off of their kindness forever.

So with what little gold you had from working odd jobs here and there, you left for a stranded area. With what survival skills you’d learn you had slowly built a home for yourself. The beach was what brought Daemon and Caraxes to you. Caraxes had been bloodied and mangled. Yet he desperately held Daemon in his claws as he dragged Daemon’s body across the sand.

It was only when he saw you that he collapsed, leaving both the large dragon and his rider to your care. For the past month, you had been making the trip from your home to the beach to care for both Daemon and Caraxes.

Only today did Caraxes find it in himself to wake and fly, though barely. It was when Caraxes landed on your home did Daemon woke up.

That brought you to that very moment.

After you finished, there was a great silence between the two of you.

Daemon was the first to break it.

“I’m sorry.”

Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, the Rogue Prince, the red wyrm’s rider, amongst his many titles and nicknames, seldom apologised. But with nothing else to his name or on his tongue at this very moment, he thought of the only thing he could say, an apology.

You smiled, casting your gaze to your hands, sheepishly shying away from his intense look as you thought of how to answer him.

“What do you have to apologise for, Daemon?”

His name fell like honey off your tongue, like a choir of songbirds, like the sweetest of fruits from Highgarden. The simple act of it threatened to bring tears to his eyes. How long he had waited for that? For you, to say his name one more time.

He remembered the last time he’d prayed to the gods in his adulthood. It was when he first heard of your banishment. Atop of Caraxes, the beast felt Daemon’s fear and anger clutch against his heart as the red beast ripped through clouds and skies trying to look for any semblance of you. Daemon prayed then. Prayed to find you, prayed to hear you, prayed to see you.

Anything.

No gods heard his plead that night and so he stopped.

But now it felt like every wish he had ever spoken had come true.

There were no words left to speak. Only actions.

Careful and dainty actions, considering Daemon’s physical state. Your lips pressed and moulded against one another. Letting years upon years of pent-up yearning and hopes spill through a single act.

Your heart soared, here was the man you loved, finally in your bed. No more words were spoken that night. Only sighs and soft moans of pleasure and contentment were heard throughout the lone and simple house.

As the two of you lay in one another’s company, new hopes soared between the two of you. And Daemon promises one last thing, a promise he intends to fulfil this time.

The promise of bringing you back home to Dragonstone once Caraxes and he can.

Why Daemon? “Once I had wondered what was holding’ up the ground // But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down // Leave it now, I am sky-bound // If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me // We’ll gloat away, but if we fall // I only pray, don’t fall away from me.” The song references to Icarus and Deadalus, the myth speaks about the Greek value of moderation. Icarus falls because he is so enchanted by his godly visage and his lightness that he’s enchanted by the sun and the wax melts. Hozier talks about an all encompassing feeling of falling in love that encompasses your being so much so that you’d do anything for your love. In more ways than one, both the Reader and Daemon have fallen from grace due to their love for one another. It’s the godly pull they have with each other that leads to Reader’s banishment and Daemon’s belief that she’s dead. The song inspires the last and first part of Daemon and Reader’s romance story, they lean on one another in more ways than one. Reader becomes Daemon’s friend, a true and honest friend built on mutual respect and affection. Whilst Daemon becomes Reader’s confidant, someone to go for comfort and source of joy. By the end of the story, neither thinks about the past, Daemon doesn’t care about the way the Reader has been living and Reader doesn’t care too much about why Daemon and Caraxes’ so injured. The two of them just cares for each other that nothing else matters and I think that’s so fucking sweet.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon x you #daemon #daemon fluff #daemon angst #daemon targaryen angst

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Alright, go crazy, go stupid ✌️

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

For the Bloodborne girl cast!

uhhh, Maria, Doll, Annalise, Henriett, Gratia, Queen Yharnam, Ebrietas, Rom, Flora, Kos, Arianna, Adella, Eileen, white church doctor, black church doctor, Fausefka, Iosefka, Old Lady lol, Viola, Gascoigne’s daughters, Mergo’s Wet Nurse, Vicar Amelia, Witches of Hemwick, uhhhhhhh, Yurie, Bell Women, Cainhurst portrait women, Dores, Adeline,…..uhhhh….well….dammit if I have forgotten someone very important then I apologize to all women.

(Ask from this ( x ) meme) Ohhhh boy, look who heard out my wish to discuss the design features!! Thank you very much!

48) What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

ATTENTION: for some of these characters I might use my own headcanons on their appearances as an answer!

Maria and Doll: their lovely super pale eyelashes! As usual, common Fromsoft W putting effort into a detail that is hard to notice by normal means!

As for the distinct design elements (which in their case their clothes), for Maria I love the cute smaller broches by either side of her main one, and for the Doll I love her cute floral-patterned gloves!

Annalise: I love her big forehead. I am worried that I miss out this feature on accident sometimes in my drawings of her (just need more art skill), but I am mindful about it!

Henriett: I love that she either 1) is implied to wear a makeup (gotta stay class no matter what) or 2) just has naturally different color for brows and eyelashes? Common Fromsoft W on details no sane person would detect yet AGAIN. Close second is her awesome top hat that no one wears like her.

Gratia: I love her red hair so much. She has the most red hair in the setting. I love this so much. Hers is more red than Cainhurst red, even.

(From this ( x ) page with datamined corpse models, some of the following ones will also be from here)

Queen Yharnam: This is exclusive for her pregnant/boss variant, the one we interact with peacefully doesn't have them. But I love cute rose-themed decorations around her gown! Adorable detail!

Ebrietas: Her big anime girl green eyes, what else I can say? x) The very distinct feature, and they look like there are green cosmic nebulas shining inside them!

Rom: This is hard to choose because this IS the perfect female body, I think her existence alone should prove how useless beauty standards are dhfsdh I will never be her 😔 Her adorable tails is the close second, but I love that she is a forest. What grows on her back is more resembling of tree branches with glowing buds! This is not lumenweed, this is lumenWOOD! XD

Flora: The small wings. Of the 'skinny' type and not birdlike type, same as Ebrietas' and celestial children, but kinda damaged, or undeveloped? These wings tell a story. Feels similar to how Amygdalae have just lump of flesh in the place of wings, but their Kin, Gardens of Eyes, do have beautiful butterfly wings! It feels like a theme of needing humanity (?) to be truly fulfilled. Jealous Moon, eh?

Kos: I love her fins, especially the fin on her back! Well, it doesn't look very fin-like anymore, and there is clearly better look at it on the concept art! Just...... fish

Arianna: I love her purple eyes! Really stands out! I was really excited to find out she had such unusual feature!

Adella: Similarly to Henriett, I love how her brows and eyelashes color has a contrast with her hair color! Hers is paler!

Eileen: The only truly notable feature about her design is her unique mask, as Bloody Crow wears the same garb, and I feel like it won't really say anything.. The girl doesn't even have canon face data! So let me pull my own out uhhh..

I am quite happy with her beak! x) I needed the resemblance of 'crow' in her visual design, you don't understand! My initial idea for her design, though, was making her blonde in earlier life and then have silver, basically white hair in her old age, while still having skin dark because contrast is so good. It would be to symbolise a change, from "sunshine" to "moonlight".. I got discouraged when I was told it was 'unrealistic' feature for dark skinned people (and should not have listened, because Bloodborne already has two characters canonically who are blondes with dark skin). If I ever backtrack on that idea for her, consider the beautiful white hair and how it contrasts to be the answer!

White Church Doctor: In this case I will go for the obvious answer. This is her cute mole! I am so happy when other people notice it too!! When someone draws this character and does feature the mole, I am so happy ;-;

Black Church Doctor: I love the shape of her eyes! Interestingly though, she uses the same sliders as female preset hunter (in initial character creation), and her eyes are green like Brador's and have a similar shape, also her eyelashes are same color as his. Both Brador and Paleblood Hunter come from the same foreign land as their clothes lore suggest, so... same country? Or even relation to Brador? Hello....?

Fauxsefka and Iosefka: Eyelashes. Eyelashes. They use the especially long variant of eyelashes. I always enjoy drawing them, especially Fauxsefka's!

Lonely Old Dear: This is the hardest one yet, because there is nothing particular to point out. There are no other distinct old female characters we are shown in the game, nor her outfit is unique as there are many corpses in this outfit in Yahar'gul (and one in the woods). I do like the cute setting-appropriate hat, but I think a more fair one is to say that they bothered showing her eyes condition!

Viola: I love her red brooch! ...that we never do see on her in the game. But I think it is a really good detail for her design, and the best color to contrast with both her hair and clothes!

Older Daughter: This is an interpretation liberty, since this can and likely is a blood drop, but I like to think she has a spot on her forehead!

Younger daughter: Another case where I gotta use my own design! I like how her appearance mixes that of both parents rather than resembling one or another x) Gascoigne used to have auburn hair and green eyes, so hers mix those colors with Viola's blonde hair and blue eyes!

Mergo's Wet Nurse: Uhhhhh everything?? She is so incredibly stylish? fdsjfdshfd I fucking LOVE the absurd amount of heavily detalized trinkets all over her body! Get it.... because crows love shinies...... haha....

(Take a closer look at all her glory in wiki's gallery ( x ))

Amelia: Her very tiny tail. :3

Witches of Hemwick 1 and 2: The fact that!!!!! the eyes are all different colors??? How sick is this??? Look at this! Some also have iris whitening, same as what happened with Djura's eyes, and others have fully enlargened pupil!

Witch of Hemwick 3: Okay, you absolutely saw this one coming lol. I love how wide is her nasal bridge! Very distinct feature! (Also coming clear with my skill issue, as I do not give a justice to her eyes; in reality they're smaller and located wider from each other!)

Yurie: I really like her lips shape, actually! Very full, very smoochable.

Bell-Ringing Women: I love the decoration circling around their cape! This really adds to the design, it looks so much better this way than if it was just plain cape as is!

Cainhurst portrait women: Damn, they are all so beautiful! I guess as for Bell-Ringer resembling one, the previous point applies! Though she looks like she could be mother of Iosefka and Fauxsefka? And the knight woman has a very distinct nose shape! With Annalise's mother (I am not sure who else would wear a crown on portrait whereas not being Annalise..), I of course love how long her neck is x) Her posture is so regal, and this emphasises it!

Similar feature shared with the one who wears silver variant of the Noble Dress (basically Arianna's dress, and even identical shoes, but a bit more detailed in a couple of places). I'm gonna say though, I do love the silver variant more than burgundy one, especially with Forsaken Castle Ghosts whose hair became platinum! And the old lady has not only the necklaces, but also earrings and the bracelet which are quite modest and harder to see, but they are here! I love this attention to small details!

Dores: As iconic as her wearing a scalp of Pthumerian face like a mask is, but my favourite bit is, actually, the ungodly amount of tools dangling from her belt! My Mico in his Research Hall surgeon era can only dream about the same level of unsettling x)

Adeline: Again, she has the appearance of a Research Hall patient with the exception of larger amount of belts (she is feral!) and unique bandana around her neck! It feels unfair to point out either of these, because... yeah, sure. They just make her distinct. So I'll refer to my version of her and say that I love her hair buns and want to squeeze them every time I draw her. x) The bandana IS precious, though!

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Okay that was WILD, thank you for letting me go mad dfhahds You HAVE forgotten Hemwick Gravewomen, Evil Labyrinth Spirits, Snail/Slug Women, Mergo's Chief Attendants and female Beast Patients though XD I've met Tumblr images limit so I have to combine into one image.

But, Hemwick Gravewomen have strangely elongated skulls, and I love this bit. Considering the bandage over their forehead, perhaps, they've found their own way to place eyes on their brain? With statue behind Memory Altar and in the dungeons featuring a stitch over forehead and Rune Tool being found in Hemwick, would not be surprising. And with Evil Labyrinth Spirits, I guess I love the cool feature that is only in the concept art, but didn't make it into the actual model?? The evil red spirits erupting from her belly area are so badass??

With Slug Women, I guess the only thing I can tell is which variant I like more... And it is the shell one, of course x) Or simply red eyes with female Beast Patients! But with Chief Attendants, the plate on their bellies features upturned wings, and this is my favourite detail! They could represent wings of Wet Nurse or Flora! I love the mystery hidden on the plain sight so much!! Why could not Bloodborne give us a way to farm armour from mobs so we could read the description that would explain... ;-;

Okay, now my brain is OFFICIALLY fried (in a good way), and this post definitely will help me as a good self-reference! This is, however, now one of my favourite posts by myself, because.. many women.

#bloodborne #bloodborne reference #bloodborne headcanons #screenshots #ask replies #use later #multi character post

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amamomorax · 7 months

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Time for my kinlist omg it's so cliché but it's healthy for me, to help understand myself better after my coming out-

So, I think I can classify my current kins in two categories : the dragon side of me, the man side of me and the woman side of me (ah yes, the three genders)

PART 1 : The dragons

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) : Because contracts, skilled in economy, tea, good teacher...etc...

Dan Heng / Imbibitor Lunae (Star Rail) : He REALLY looks like the kind of dragon I see myself. Yes, on that point, I don't see myself low- /s

PART 2 : The men (You'll see a pattern among the non-dragon kins)

Momose Sunohara (Idolish7) : Still the top, my #1 role model, idol, gay, extrovert...etc...

Hajime Hinata (Danganronpa 2) : A remnant of my previous character, I still love him, because I love my Nagito kinnie <3

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School) : Yes, I put HIM on this list because trans and because it's MY post so I do whatever the fuck I want. He helped me understand my gender

K1-B0 (Danganronpa V3) : Same as Hinata, but for my Kokichi kinnie <3

Basil (OMORI) : Anxiety, anxiety, photos, flowers, gay, flowers, nature, anxiety. Yes I had interests for photos and flowers when I was a child, and I want them to come back because I know that now, in 2023, I won't be laughed at anymore

Lyney (Genshin Impact) : We have the same "kind" of clothes (partially), we do magic (I don't remember many but I will !), and the mischevious side <3

Nazuna Nito (Ensemble Stars) : Cute and angwy, I like being cute and angwy even if I try not to be angwy)

Niki Shiina (Ensemble Stars) : Food, hungry, vore, food, cooking for everyone

Leo Tsukinaga (Ensemble Stars) : Literally my current biggest, zoomies, random, clingy. That's me.

Chiaki Morisawa (Ensemble Stars) : Same as Leo, but more opened to others, motivating...etc...

Sora Harukawa (Ensemble Stars) : Clingy, video games, feet, and we have some similar autistic traits (although I'm not autistic, just anxious)

Reki Kyan (Sk8) : Gay, energetic and colored (although I'm a "tired e-girl" since the beginning of 2023)

Hanako-kun / Amane Yugi (Toilet-bound Hanako-kun) : Mischevious ghost, clingy, pranky, that's me.

Maou Sadao (Hataraku Maou-sama) : Demon King, I love them, they are hot, so I kin them to keep them to myself.

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) : He's weird, cute, clingy and has ABANDONMENT ISSUES LMAO

Many men in Horimiya because they are so perfect and complementary.

PART 3 : The girls (You were waiting for it, I'm sure of it-)

Ruby Hoshino (Oshi no Ko) : Determined, magnetic, like her mother but I can't really kin Ai because she doesn't have enough development-

Akane Kurokawa (Oshi no Ko) : Anxious actress, someone absolutely perfect to look up to.

Mem-Cho (Oshi no Ko, yeah again, but this anime initiated the changes) : Older but as energetic and magnetic as the others

March 7th (Star Rail) : I love her, I love her colours, her mood, she's so great and energetic, I want to be as cute as her!

Kyōko Hori (Horimiya) : Okay she's giga biphobic but my Hori isn't, the me-Hori isn't! But she has social issues, she's strong, I want to be like her, and she has a kink about hot men being rough with her ////

Princess Syalis (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle) : She sleeps. And her love interest is, to me, the Demon King

Chiho Sasaki (Hataraku Maou-sama) : Okay not really a kin but Maou's love interest, so I'm in.

Honestly, I found them but I forgot some-

Seriously, don't mind me, I try to embrace the cringe but it's hard ;_;

#anime #kin stuff #kin list #ensemble stars #genshin impact #jibaku shounen hanako kun #horimiya #honkai star rail #don't mind me #oshi no ko #omori #idolish7 #blue lock #danganronpa #sk8 the infinity #demon king

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heraldofcrow · 9 months

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So were Kos and Moon Presence were allies? It's strongly implied that Adeline heard voice of Kos when she discovered Lumenweed Kin . What else a voice from the Sea would be? Also kind of a dumb idea: legend of Arthur reference when Kos emerges from the Moonside lake to give Ludwig the HMS.

I like to imagine they were once allies and that’s what gave birth to the tides! But something tells me they became estranged or at least separated in motive after the Fishing Hamlet incident. Perhaps even right before. Maybe they intended to pull mankind in different directions?

I also do think that it was the voice of Kos that the patients and Adeline were hearing. The “soft sticky sound” makes me think of wet whispers in your ear, and maybe that was what drew them deeper into madness.

ALSO WOAH?? THAT’S A REALLY COOL IMAGE! Someone should draw this. What a perfect reference!

#maybe back when things were fine…Flora led Ludwig to Kos…or something #this is lovely #asks #anonymous #bloodborne

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saintadeline · 1 year

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Here’s a little text (would barely qualify as an essay) about saint Adeline and sister Adella and their parallels :) excuse the way it looks I’m really not feeling like making it read like a proper essay but either way it’s something I have a lot of thoughts about. Also talks about oedon and kos a bit as well as obvioulsy blood saints as a whole.

The parallels between adeline and adella is something ive written about many times before, but i thought it would be interesting to see how much that train of thought has evolved since the last few times.

Both being the only known blood saints that we get to speak to, they’ve already got a lot in common by simply juxtaposing them in their role. It is mentionned adeline was one of the very first of their kind, which along with her relationship to maria helps us situate her in the vague timeline of events. thus it seems this practice started “with her” and has carried on throughout the years, perhaps perfected until now. not much is explicitly stated about blood saints and the meaning of this title, but we can theorize a few things. firstly, we know saints are chosen for their potential as vessels before actively undergoing some kind of blood treatment, i usually take their “merit as vessels” to be akin to choosing them for their blood type (O), since their blood needs to be universally compatible with all followers and hunters of the church. however, more factors may very much play into this as the worldbuilding of bloodborne puts a lot of attention in showing how blood differs, from “tainted” villagers close to beasthood, to pure enlightened kin (interestingly, adeline’s blood vial is much clearer than adella’s. this could be due to taking the blood directly from her arm, but since it is also clearer than arianna’s, who we see directly drawing it, i believe it is a nod to her state of almost ascension, kin having transparent fluid as blood). thus there is a possibility the healing church seeks an inherent ability to be swayed by the will of great ones. indeed, our two blood saints have had that very thing happen to them, in perfectly opposite ways; adeline ascends through contact with a great one, most likely kos, and adella succumbs to blooddrunkenness under oedon’s influence. There is more however to this, as oedon itself is said to be found in blood; it is formless and exists only in voice, but blood is said to be seen as its essence and thus inherently linked to it. oedon’s worshippers are described as “inadvertent”, more haunted by it than worshipping it, and adella is no exception. perhaps her predisposition to being swayed to the will of great ones is what drew oedon to her, as well as her indoctrination to the church’s propaganda against vilebloods; indeed, oedon seeks precious blood and seems to be particularly fond of the cainhurst bloodline: all oedon runes are mechanically based on increasing your means of using quicksilver, said to be imbued in blood and linked to the bloodtinge stat. Cainhurst descendants and vilebloods all have greatly increased bloodtinge, leading to their control over it. what is worth noting in this is that quicksilver is actually mercury, so vilebloods would have “naturally” high levels of mercury poisoning in their system, what oedon seems to be seeking and what its runes turn into bullets. interestingly, high mercury levels in a person leads to pregnancy complications and endangers the life of children, often leading to their death before or soon after birth, which can be linked to many things, oedon’s interest in it, arianna bearing its child despite being a cainhurst descendant, as well as annalise’s obsession with birthing her child of blood, which she requires other hunters’ blood in order to do. i am of the opinion that by branding “followers”, oedon is overseeing their blood itself, seeking the perfect kind it needs to reproduce. however, those who did not meet its requirements end up falling prey to that growing desire to seek that very same blood subconsciously, which led adella to killing arianna.

To go back on a previous statement, most sources of mercury poisoning in humans can be traced to fish and seafood consumption; infime traces of mercury, occurring naturally or though man made waste, finds its way up the ocean’s food chain, resulting in very high concentrations in bigger fish and predators. for instance, whales are one of the biggest sources of mercury ingestion, which we can link to the fishing hamlet itself and in particular kos. mercury accumulates in particular in viscera, and kos’ beaching after the endless farming of phantasms and parasites by the hamlet may have parallels to this, as well as the fishing hamlet’s transformation. the fishing hamlet is actually quite reminiscent of the minamata case, in the 1950s, where a fisherman village was slowly consumed by a strange and somewhat offputting disease, until it was found out to be caused by mercury poisoning from consumption of the local fish after a local factory dumped waste in the ocean. i’ve also found one of the primary sources of oxidized mercury finding itself in the ocean to be incinerators, and as we know, yharnam is quite familiar with that practice, hemwick being a town sized crematorium right on the coast. it is also worth of note that mercury poisoning in fish leads to several issues in their systems, specifically reproductive, which once again can be linked to kos in some way and her inability to have successful offspring, as any great one. in this way, it almost seems like oedon seeking mercury would be an affront or rivalry to kos, but there is no way of knowing anything more of this, as well as the fact that great ones may not even have the same concepts of hostility as humans. either way, it places them both at opposite ends of a spectrum, and with them come their worshippers, adella and adeline.

Adella and Adeline are regional variants of the same name, often seen as stemming from old german “adal”, meaning “noble”. it could very well be a coincidence or a simple nod on the writers’ part, however there is also an interesting theory i’d like to posit. the timeline in bloodborne is quite confusing, events of the old hunters might have happened 3 years ago just as they might have been a century before the game starts. if we were to assume adeline lived decades before adella, it would be quite possible that adella was indeed named after her. i do not think adeline was ever viewed a success as a research hall experiment, since she would have died or been sent to the nightmare before ever getting to the same heights we see her as, the nightmare’s proximity to kos helping her ascension, however her blood vial’s item description mentions that she was the first success as a blood saint, and looking at how important blood saints are to the church’s entire basis, it is quite possible that this elevated her to rank of actual Saint after her death, almost a martyr to the research hall, dying for scientific advancements which resulted over the years as what we know as the celestial emmissaries. my only other argument for this idea of sainthood is another theory of mine, which is in no way perfectly “canon” but one i quite appreciate, that the blood starved beasts are blood saints. it would make quite a lot of sense for a blood saint to turn into a beast starved for blood, its entire skin flailed like a punishment or a means to draw blood. there is in old yharnam a dead blood starved beast hung above the ground in a church, in a position quite reminiscent of the way scourge beasts are crucified in central yharnam: its arms are extended and it is held by the wrists by ropes, but its entire body is torn to shreds, suggesting a bloodletting, perhaps to get rid of impure beast blood, yes, but also perhaps as a way to drink of their blood, worshippers enraptured by the idea of blood and turning on their saint, its hung position almost reminiscent of worship, the way beast patients stand under and stare at it in a pool of its blood.

Blood saints have a complicated position in the church, they are essentially the face of the healing church for commoners and simple worshippers, being the church’s link to the people, acting as nuns and vessels for blood healing, therefore it is not unlinkely that they are seen as holy and an extension of the vicars by yharnamites. however, it seems they are treated quite terribly by the church itself, said to be “groomed” as saints, perhaps psychologically as well as their treatment for worthy blood healing. indeed, both adella and adeline seem to have a lot in common in terms of personal issues, they both suffer from extreme self doubt and have this idea that they are lower, not worthy of any attention given to them. it manifest in two very separate ways for them; as they are terrified of the idea of the hunter leaving them, adella grows an unhealthy obsession for them and becomes terribly jealous of anyone else they interact with, trying her best to feel useful to them while harboring hatred to the point that odeon’s influence on her made her act out on her inner feelings and kill the object of her jealousy (although church feelings and propaganda on cainhurst also played a major role in this.) whereas adeline panics and tries to constantly assure the hunter that she can be of help, practically begging them to stay and not leave her. we can assume these behaviors are not a coincidence and are brought on by their healing church “training”, forcing them to see themselves as lesser in order to control them more easily. indeed, if blood saints were to feel pride and ego as the commonfolk worshipped them, who’s to say how easily the church would still have a grasp over them. i would consider adella to be a very recent blood saint, freshly out of her “training” (thus why she is called Sister rather than Saint. but this could also be linked to the theory of Adeline having genuine Sainthood).

Something interesting as well is that the only person adeline feels more comfortable with is someone she met long before becoming a saint, lady maria, a cainhurst noble she possibly met before cainhurst even happened to be considered impure, thus she has not been swayed by the church’s disdain of them (which was most likely brought upon for purely political reasons rather than a genuine idea of purity as they would like to enforce). adeline and adella’s very own timelines and storylines are perfect parallels to each other; bloodborne seems to follow the old theory of humanism, in which man is created as neutral by god and through its actions, may fall down to the depths and become beast-like, or climb up and ascend as godlike, posing beasts and gods are opposite ends of humanity’s spectrum. in this way, adeline and adella both start on the same path, but adella is swayed by the church and oedon, sent to a state considered as the closest thing to beasthood, before inevitably dying, whereas adeline stayed true to her failing sense of self and ended up ascending to kin, granted an audience with kos and branded a rune, the highest possible honor, before succumbing as well. in that way, they are almost a study of how the context in which you evolve and live influences you as a person and the path you take, even if it was heavily swayed by great ones in ths scenario. however, did their paths simply diverge because great ones took an interest in them, or did the great ones touch them because of the way they were predisposed to be in the first place. i’d be more inclined to believe the latter, like i said earlier, i believe saints to be more easily prone to celestial influence, and the paths they were already on is what drove those gods to them, even if it was a simple passing-by of oedon that made adella falter, rather than adeline’s most genuine contact with kos.

#bloodborne #i had a writing tag but i forgor again #i love writing the same things over and over about adeline and adella #i probably forgot a ton of stuff i wanted to say but it wrote this in like two hours so maybe ill add on later

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*Why do this in private? There are a number of reasons: the first, and most relevant, that it means other people aren't going to randomly jump in and change the subject, so we can have an actual conversation rather than something that comes over more like a random accusation I may not fully understand out of the blue. Secondly, I have a solid handful of followers that I expect would probably defend me, and you don't need people jumping down your throat for "attacking" a person they like, especially if you're right but even if I think you're wrong. I also don't want to deal with that. Finally, I don't like being stuck between trying to understand more and feeling like I have to "save face" because the latter is bad for actually learning and growing as a person. I - of course - still do my best to learn in public, but without the pressure of a significant amount of outside observers it's easier for me to form an initial response and have a normal conversation. You can always take it public later, if you're convinced I've done something wrong and won't make amends. At that point I'm sure we're just going to be enemies so asking you not to is gonna go nowhere lmao. I take bigotry and my own biases seriously, but it's possible that after we discuss and I do some of my own research, we may come to different conclusions as to the relative problems with a certain depiction, discussion, or behavior. This is a normal part of socializing. Please give me the grace of holding a conversation with me first before jumping to getting on my case publicly. (If you're scared of reprisal, first of all, don't be because I don't like to do that, but secondly, you can just make a throwaway account to message me with. It's easy.)

#housekeeping #pinned #sfw

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croziers-compass · 5 months

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For the end of the year ask game, 25, 23, 21, 20, 18, 12, and 9, if you'd like

End Of Year Asks:

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one. - I created Elias Lumenarius - my arcane build in Bloodborne who uses the Kos Parasite. I have a deep love for the body horror of the Kos Parasite in Bloodborne. The Ethereal nature of it and how it's not just really a parasite but seems to behave with a sort of symbiosis to the host of the parasite does ... something... for me. (If you were curious about Ere/Wilbur and Heinrich, they are old news.)

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? - The deer will go into rut early this year. This is important for the end of August going into September.

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? - We rearranged our entire sitting room, actually. I also tossed out my old area rug. It's a tad barren now, there, but alas, it will have to do until I can find something I like that is also affordable. Oh! And the hole in our roof got fixed. Pleasant news. It had not started to leak quite yet so I am glad it got repaired sooner rather than later.

What’s something you learned this year? - The men in Shackleton's expedition traded one another the shiniest and prettiest stones and gifted them to one another. This healed me for an additional one hundred and fifty health points.

A memorable meal this year? - I perfected Cawl. It turned out so brilliantly that I cannot help but fondly recall it and how well I had done. I almost cried.

Talk about a new friend you made this year - I have made several new friends this year. I struggle in community. I am a bit shy. But reaching out through the community of the Terror and other Polar Exploration enthusiasts has brought many incredible individuals to my humble space. I have gotten to connect with so many wonderful people that I am in awe. I admire so many of them so deeply. I adore them. To think that others admire me as well is laughable. It's a strange and surreal experience. Everyone has been so lovely and so kind and brilliant. The minds of the Terror and our fellow "Discovery Service" sailors are enough to really move me. I have grown so much in a short amount of time and been given a truly precious gift amongst these incredible individuals. Those that have connected with me through DMs or reached out to me are just incredible. The way that we stitch and weave together this unique and amazing relationship is simply most unexpected. I am truly grateful and I could not feel so close to so many people that live so far away if it were not for what you all bring to these Ships. It is an honour to Sail with you all.

Best month for you this year? I found a lot of respite in May this year. I experienced some rather disconcerting life events that shook me and troubled me deeply. I spent much of my free time isolated in state parks, having hiked hundreds of metres above sea level to simply feel isolated and away from everything whilst finding a connection to my place in the world. I spent much time writing, reading, and absorbing myself in my hobby studies while I found wisdom in my other works. I had a wonderful amount of support from other good friends and kin that I share sacred spaces with and this was very supportive in my task to heal some wounds wrought upon me by my own family. It was painful but good. And I value that and am grateful for it.

#Thank you very much for the ask.#The year was a journey and much misfortune found its way onto my doorstep #however I am both resilient and flexible.#I have been cursed for my hubris and so the gods find as many ways as possible to thwart my plans #Unfortunately for them I only become stronger for it all #Thank you dearly!#End of the Year comes so quicky doesn't it?

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dailybuddhismpractice · 6 months

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Amitabha Buddha’s eighteenth Vow is the King of all Fundamental Vows.

Start the day. Think of what u can take with u when u die? What u can take with u is 阿弥陀佛. Others like money, social status, property, food, love ones, feelings & etc. cannot be taken with u. For whatever u cant take with u, just let go...

1. Namo Amitabha x 10 times, 阿弥陀佛. 🙂

2. Sending gratitude to the Universe & Amitabha.

3. Wish that all beings can meet Amitabha and be reborn in Sukhavati - Western Pureland.

Zeng yip. hwazang. 6 gen needs sau hui lai become 1 yin.

You are undervalued.

32 creates everythg when combined.

Formula for success: Lou se (Honesty), Ting hua (listen to the Buddha), Zhen kan (really do), fang xia (let go).

May sentient beings caught in the various realms of rebirth be reborn soon in my land, so they can enjoy peace and happiness. Exercising compassion constantly to save all beings, I will deliver them from Avici Hell. “May sentient beings caught in the various realms of rebirth be reborn soon in my land, so they can enjoy peace and happiness.” This is a message from Amitabha Buddha to all beings.

Understanding yuan chi (yun hei) is the starting point for cultivation to enlightenment. One tung everything will tung, means u understand the rise/fall in life (cycle), next step is let go, make vows (to zhong sarng), then go pureland whuch is the end is also the beginning is also the end. From then on u will start to save and liberate other, having learn from the enlightened ones on how to nian fo cheng fo. Lower down the expectations to achieved more. Set goals that are low so u could achieve more. Start something but start low. No frustration. The power to create depends on this, the more u let go, the more u create, the more u give the more u get, the more u desire the more u give love to others. Human has 84,000 yip need 84,000 fart mun to resolve. Nianfo is outside of all these fart mun and need to learn how meet the requirements to be reborn in Western Pureland. Must maintain 10 leem tao of buddha name and ying sing bu luan.

Amitabha Buddha’s eighteenth Vow is the King of all Fundamental Vows because all the benefits and merits of admiring the 47 vows eventually return us to the 18th, the Vow of Amitabha-Recitation for Rebirth. The 18th Vow states:

If, when I attain Buddhahood, sentient beings in the lands of the ten directions who sincerely and joyfully entrust themselves to me, desire to be born in my land, and call my Name, even ten times, should not be born there, may I not attain perfect Enlightenment. Excluded, however, are those who commit the five gravest offences and abuse the right Dharma.

Among the 48 vows, the words “should they not be born there, may I not attain perfect Enlightenment” are found only in the 18th Vow, not in the other two vows of rebirth, the 19th and 20th Vows. It is only the 18th Vow upon which the pristine Pure Land School is founded. If there were no 18th Vow, there would be no Pure Land School. 5 Skandhas. Materiality & spirituality. All buddhas have their own individual causal vows, but Amitabha’s 18th Vow is the foremost among them, so Amitabha Buddha is known as the Buddha of the Great Vow. It could be said that Amitabha was the example for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is also known as the Bodhisattva of the Great Vow, as Ksitigarbha’s vow is the greatest among all bodhisattvas. Tam chan chi cheng yuk. UFO. Chung kuo tai. Third eye can open.

Universe started together when your xin (mind) is shakened. Yi than zhin too many 32,000. Xing fu yuan man. It is created even before any time and space. Alaya consciousness is created. How big? Bigger than the universe, it is zhe xin. Lun wui is to tai yim and change it. Meng sarm kin seng (sarm leng) where u have chap seng (dirty, tham chan chi, ko sarng wud too use to it this turned into wisdom, chi seng sickness). Sarng meng is sarng wud. Zhuan seng to become zhi wai. Fui fuk zhi seng, seng fat (cheng fo). Close to Enlightenment which is with no differentiation. Mona become pin deng. Xin fo peng deng. That is the state of Buddhahood. Time & space came from one source. Me but still got fa sheng. Western Pureland is created by it too of Amitabha Buddha but it does not have 'zhi xin dong nian'. Non differentiation mind. The truth behind the tooth. The papaya croach story. When you let go of yourself, you got the world. When you let go of this world, you will get Western Pureland. Tree is life. Today is world environmental day, Jun 5th 2022. A tree is a universe. Money is printed from destroying a universe (tree) and then used in ways to cause more harm to the planet, the universe. Change it dont chase for it, seek and manage. Everything you do, everyone you see, dharma help you see the truth all attachments become saha world, then suffering arise, everything is Amituofo, the way you see the world becomes Amituofo. Ching jing peng deng sure reborn in Pureland. Practicex3. Zhen fa meng ru lai (Kuan yin aeons ago. Kuan ser yin ru lai teaches Kuan Ser Yin pusa the disciple, er kern zhui ling). My true nature is the Buddha. Wui guai zhi sing. Dharma is the cure of sickness (Fart). Li (bu shen bu miet) ser jen, xiang sher jia. Xin is chen, ser is jia. True or false also dont be too attached. Bu ji xing dong nien jiu ser the tips. With a sickness, ji, xing, dong, nien, fern, bie, zhe, zhuo (6 gen). Karn po. Yi cher yau wei fart, sern miet fa. Mei lai mei chu, sam mo se de mei you. Wo you 3 bao. Ching jing peng den. Arhat achieve zeng jue. Pusa practice Peng deng xin to achieve chen deng zeng jue, Buddha chen wu sarng chen deng jue. Ser jie wan wu ser yi ti. This body is my manifestation (you r the greatest magician). Dont do anything in saha world that makes you attached too much that you couldnt let go and seek rebirth in Western Pureland. Wu xin is Amituofo. Amituofo is my xin. Every ben xin is Amituofo. You seek yourself. Let yourself be found, not search outside but inside. The world is using a piece of paper to weigh everything, cert for qualification, paper owns land and houses. A piece of paper becomes everything, your self worth as light as a piece of paper....Jing zhen guo. Fang xia chai but ku, let go and burden's gone...Compassion is your focus, is your life. If no compassion then only left unhappiness and sorrow. Happiness in Saha world is the start of unhappiness. Go back to the neutral state is happiness, no unhappiness. You need to peace down, silent give rise to wisdom. My heart is my way place. Wo xin ju shi tao chang. Fo got 52 jie ti. Let go, become Arhat, let go become Pusa and let go become Buddha. 1 second contains 1600 leem which is rise / fall. Life & death. Change alaya to 9 sik then end, no more life & death. Wu wo.a

Chaotu prayers / retreat: Lunch by 1.30 pm on Pusa 8 kwan zhai day. Note: June 21st in china kills dog, Korea, Vietnam, use zhi lig, fa lig, fo lig. Then, it will combined at a great strength to change the world. 30 days be vegan. House concept, a house its like a cell. No matter how beautiful, you are trapped within. Your body is already like a house. Ur problem is u let go of ur house and came here, that is the dna effect of leaving China to Malaysia living a house there like grandpa. Let go 1. Love. 2. Ego. 3. Doubt. Then be born in western pureland. Amituofo + 1000 Guan ser yin pu sa (1 men). Use zhen sing and peng deng xin. Get away from yuan, called li yuan.

All problems are caused by yu wang, cause of 6 realms of rebirth, u loose Buddhahood becos of yu wang. Seong kung yeong, har pin po xi. Shang kung xia shi. Sau harng, sau kung yeong. Biggest fu is ching jeng sam but xin but ngok, warng sarng jeng to (pureland).

Call upon the 7 Buddhas x 3:

Namo Duo Po Yu Loi

Namo Bo Seng Yu Loi (zhun seng)

Namo Miew Sik Sarn Yu Loi

Namo Kong Pok Sarn Yu Loi

Namo Lee Po Wai Yu Loi (guard)

Namo Kam Lou Wong Yu Loi

Namo A Mi Tuo Yu Loi

1. Offering to Buddha

2. Serve Buddha house & others

3. No killing

4. Believe in cause & effect, seize all bad cause

10 ngok lun.

1. 1 sesame oil producer

2. 10 x sesame producer equal one prostitute center.

3. 10 x pros ctr equal one shop selling alcohol shop / club.

4. 10 x shop selling equal one ctr killing animal.

5. 10 x ctr killing animal equal one ngok by losat fart chut ka yan po fart fart.

3 kwai, 5 kai, 10 xin（十善）

Buddhist morality is codified in the form of 10 precepts (dasa-sīla), which require abstention from: (1) taking life; (2) taking what is not given; (3) committing sexual misconduct (interpreted as anything less than chastity for the monk and as sexual conduct contrary to proper social norms, such as adultery, for the layman); (4) engaging in false speech; (5) using intoxicants; (6) eating after midday; (7) participating in worldly amusements; (8) adorning the body with ornaments and using perfume; (9) sleeping on high and luxurious beds; and (10) accepting gold and silver.

Laymen are to observe the first five precepts (pañca-sīla) at all times. Occasionally, such as during the fortnightly fast day, they may observe eight precepts (aṣṭā-sīla; the first nine, with the seventh and eight combined as one). Normally, the full 10 vows are observed only by monks or nuns, who also follow the detailed monastic rules (see pātimokkha) that are a further elaboration of the precepts.

As of October 2nd, 2023

Start - Basic (10.30 am)

One off bo: Multiplier mantra 10.5 = (243)

Xu kung jin, Zung sherng jin, Niet pan jin, Wo yuan nai jin.

Hui hung zhun, zhung sharng jun, nit pun jun, ngo yun nai zhun.

Mouth (om soli soli..), Body (om sowa..) x7

Multiplier mantra 4x108, Done 110.75 + 24.5

Om Ram (Om Ram....Svaha), x 108, Done 34.25

Om Chrine (7 times, one protect hse, three protects whole place, seven protects the country) x108, Done 33.25

Earth Gods of Five Directions mantra (Namo Samanta Buddhanam Om Dulu Dulu Di Wei Soha) x3 per day, Done 86

Stupa mantra x3 per day, Done 56

A va la ka kia, Done 9 + 14.25

Sakyamuni Buddha mantra 4x108 Done 13.25

Cundi Bodhisattva Mantra

(Namaḥ Saptānāṃ Samyaksaṃbuddha Koṭīnāṃ Tadyathā Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī) x108, Done 6 + 14.5

Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī Svāhā x 108, Done 42 + 46

Om Mani Padme Hum, A Ah Sha Sa Ma Ha 1x108 per day, Done 19

Usnisa Vijaya mantra, Om Bhrum Soha - 1x108 per day, Done 19

Om Bhrum x 108, Done 30

Part 1 (11.30 am)

Om Vasudhare Svaha x108, Done 13

Namo Samantha Buddhanam Om Mahakalaye Svaha x108, Done 3.5

Om Mahakalaye Svaha x1080, Done 10

(20x27x2 = 1080 or 60 x small beads)

Part 2 (12.30 am), Lunch @ 1.30 pm

Medicine Buddha long mantra, Medicine Buddha heart mantra x108, Done 15

Manjushri mantra, Done 9

Om Avira Hum Kachara Mum Soha, Done 9.5

Earth store mantra x108, Done 14.5

7th Past Parents mantra x108, Done 16

Long life mantra (Om sam) x108, Done 9

Om ye ye nan 4x108, Done 9

Food mantra 4x108, Done 9

Water offering mantra, Done 9

Liberate small water being mantra, Done 9

Namo Bo bo Ti li, Cher (li) To li, Dan tuo ye tuo ye, Done 9

Om Maiyura Krante Svaha, Done 7

Om Ah Hum x108, Done 28.5

Part 3 (3.30 pm)

Amitabha (Nian fo) - 108 (6 syllable), 2x108 (4 syllable), Done 11

Avalokiteśvara - 108, Done 11

Mahasthamaprapta - 108, Done 11

Ksitigarbha - 108, Done 11

Heart sutra, Done 39

Tadyatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha x108, Done 7.5

Compassionate mantra, Done 56

Om Du lin, Du lin, Jia Du lin, Soha, Done 7

Om zhi zhe ya soha, Done 0.5

7 Buddha Names x3 per day, Done 44 days

Eliminate karma by 7 buddhas mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Pureland rebirth mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Om Pu Kam (Pureland), Light mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Acala Heart Mantra (Namah Samanta Vajranam Ham), Done 6

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi, 14 x per day, Done 3405 + 1145

Part 4 End (6.50 pm), Dinner @ 7.30 pm

Tara mantras

- Green 4x108, Done 4

- Red 4x108, 100% Done 4

- White 4x108, Done 4

(Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh Punya Jñana Pustim Kuru Svaha)

Setrap mantra 4x108, Done 3

Dorje Shugden mantra; Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Done 3

~ Shize

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung 4x108, Done 3

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung, Done 3

During pandemic, Om Benza Wiki Bitana Chintau Kuru Ye Soha 4x108, Done 3

~ Gyenze

(Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Tseso Paljor Long Cho, Thamched Putrim Kuru Om) 1x108, Done 3

Om Benza Satto Hung 4×108, Done 170.75 + 13

During 8 Kwanzai

34, 102, 238, 476, 918, 8.5

33, 99, 231, 462, 891, 8.25

31, 93, 217, 434, 837, 7.75

30, 90, 210, 420, 810, 7.5

28, 84, 196, 392, 756, 7

27, 81, 189, 378, 729, 6.75

26, 78, 182, 364, 702, 6.5

25, 75, 175, 350, 675, 6.25

22, 66, 154, 308, 594, 5.5

20, 60, 140, 280, 540, 5

19, 57, 133, 266, 513, 4.75

15, 45, 105, 210, 405, 3.75

14, 42, 98, 196, 378, 3.5

13, 39, 91, 182, 351, 3.25

11, 33, 77, 154, 297, 2.75

10, 30, 70, 140, 270, 2.5

9, 27, 63, 126, 243, 2.25

8, 24, 56, 112, 216, 2

7, 21, 49, 98, 189, 1.75

6, 18, 42, 84, 162, 1.5

5, 15, 35, 70, 135, 1.25

4, 12, 28, 56, 108, 1

3, 9, 21, 42, 81, 0.75

2, 6, 14, 28, 54, 0.5

1, 3, 7, 14, 27, 0.25

(7x per day)

Surangama mantra, Done 117

Om Amarani Jivantiye Svaha, Done 117

Om Maitri Maha Maitri Maitriye Svaha, Done 117

Om Alolika Svaha, Done 117

Mahapratisara Bodhisattva (Om Bhara Bhara Sambhara Sambhara Indriya Visudhani Ha Ha Ru Ru Ca Re Svaha), Done 117

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha, Done 117

Oṃ āḥ hūṃ vajra guru padma siddhi hūṃ,

Done 117

Je Tsongkhapa/Jungkapa, Done 117

(Om Ah Guru Benzadhara Sumati Kirti Siddhi Hum Hum)

Om Garbe Ragam Soha, Done 117

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung ~ peace

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung

~ health

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Punye Siddhi Hung

~ increase, done 180

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Washam Kuru Ho

~ control, done 180

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Rakya Rakya Hung

~ protection, done 180

Namkar Barzin (Om Biyada-Par Dhama-Dhara Soha), Done 117

Zambala of Five Directions (Om Zambala Gari Zanayeh Soha), Done 180

Yellow Zambala (Om Zambala Zalendraye

Soha), Done 180

Om Samaya Cha, Done 180

Hum Mama Hum Ni Soha, Done 180

TADYATHA OM ANALE ANALE KHASAME KHASAME BHAYRE BHAYRE SAUMA SAUME SARVA BUDDHA ADISHTANA ADISHTITE SOHA OM SARVA TATHAGATHA USHINISHA SITATAPUTRA HUM PHAT HUM MAMA HUM NI SOHA

Medicine Buddha (3 times per day), Done 256

Namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru-

vaiḍūryaprabhārājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksaṃbuddhāya,

tadyathā oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā

Makura (Buddhist Patron protector of the zodiac sign monkey), 7x per day, Done 117

Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-raja Tathagata

(3 times per day)

Akshobhaya (Pudong Rulai), Done 214

- Namo bhagavate Akshobhaya, tathagataya arhate samyaksambuddhaya.

Tadyatha Om kamkani kamkani, Rochani rochani, Trotani trotani, Trasani trasani, Pratihana pratihana, Sarva karma paramparanime sarva sattvanancha svaha

Target: 60 per month with 5 to 6 days of 8 kwanzai. Each time 26 to 34, each day 10 to 15 times until reached 60 or more.

Mantra of Ferocious Eating 殘食咒為(Namah samanta vajranam, trat, amogha canda, maha rosana, sphataya, hum, tramaya, hum trat ham mam), Done 3

Others:

+ Cui sui chow

Om tore tore cha tore so poho

Om Lan Soha

Om Chrine

Om Brim

Om Pu Kam (Pureland).

Om Bodhicitta, Mudaba, Dayami.

Om abichanaga

Am Bi Chanaga.

Om da de da de mohe dade svaha.

Om Mani Padme Hung A a sa sa maha

Namo bhagavate...x4

Om Amida Ayu Dadi Soha

Food Mantra

Ganlu sui zhou

Namo bo bo ti li, cher (li) to li, dan tuo ye tuo ye

Om mani facili hum

Om Ami Dewa Hrih

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha

“After I pass away and my pure doctrine is absent,

You will appear as an ordinary being,

Performing the deeds of a Buddha

And establishing the Joyful Land, the great Protector, In the Land of the Snows.”

-Buddha Shakyamuni in the Root Tantra of Manjushri

You need to nian fo then can achieve fo.

But now, you only nian 6 realm of rebirth how to achieve fo?

You are fo why cannot become fo?

Becos u never let go of the 6 realm of rebirth activities. Greed, anger, ignorance

(3 poisons need to let go 1st)

All ppl are the creation of their minds.

Then can u nian fo (real valuable activities the rests are useless)? All problems are due to cant let go of afflictions. Zhe xin give rise to Amituofo & Western Pureland. All existence is creation of the mind. How to let go of everything and seek rebirth in Pureland. All existence, this Saha world is creation of the mind / messy thoughts. Our body is our own manifestation of the (our) mind. Let go of the thoughts and mind, it will take u to next creation / manifestation. Practice but forget don't put practice into the mind. Be forgetful but only remember where you are going, Western Pureland so keep that in mind. This is called freedom of the mind (like depicted in Heart Sutra, freedom - zezai), our only aim which is zezai warng serng si fang ji le sher chieh. Love is the opposite of wisdom. Wisdom can only arise from compassion if you can turn love to compassion. Love can be a distraction to a cultivator. Love is not real. Reason stuck in 6 realms of retribution is love (because got form and conditions), everything of this nature is impermanent, hence love is not real, jia xiang. U cant come out. Dont let jia siang chi pien ni de xin. Dont be fooled by a false image / appearance. Use peng deng xin to console sentient beings, Buddha treat everyone like his father, the King. The thanxiang, cow agarwood no longer here. Go Western Pureland: (Haitao Fashi) Use 3 fu tien, kan ern de fu tien, zhun jing de fu tien, cher pei de fu tien. (Chin Kung Fashi) 3 fu, xiao shun fu mu / respective teachers - 1. Filial piety is the root. 2. Take refuges, san kwai yi / chi kai. 3. Sam sun yan ko (first, nian fo yin, cheng fo zhi ko). Ying guang fa shi. Wu liang yik

zhi zhai fan now, Da zhi zai tien wang tha men di fu de guang ming bu nen kan dao. In front of rulai, it's gone. Fan fu. We have 51 mental factors

https:///wiki/Mental_factors_(Buddhism)

some past lives that u cant see or remember. The purpose of cultivation is to realised this truth (6 realms of rebirth). To break and escape this cycle is to achieve Buddhahood. Fastest way is to see all existences as one and of the same. If u destroy ur own defilements u are doing the same for others only when u have compassion and use 'peng deng, chi pei, po re xin'. This body is yeap bo. Life is like a bowl of salt water. Living it is like drinking it. You need to add more water not morr salt so it geys better over time. Get out of it, pour it back to the sea. You dont need to drink it. It is where water would return (thru true self discovery and enlightenment, practice of Buddhism to the highest level).

4 Universal Vows

Also sometimes called the Bodhisattva Vows, as they are essential to the Bodhisattva path of Mahāyāna Buddhism.

1. Sentient beings are limitless; I vow to liberate them.

眾生無邊誓願度

Zhòngshēng wúbiān shìyuàn dù

Zhong Shen Wu Bian Ser Yuan Tu

2. Afflictions are endless; I vow to eradicate them.

煩惱無盡誓願斷

Fánnǎo wújìn shìyuàn duàn

Fan Now Wu Jing Ser Yuan Tuan.

3. Teachings are infinite; I vow to learn them.

法門無量誓願學

Fǎmén wúliàng shìyuàn xué

Fa Men Wu Liang Ser Yuan Shue.

4. Buddhahood is supreme; I vow to attain it.

佛道無上誓願成

Fú dào wú shàng shìyuàn chéng

Fo Dao Wu Sharng Ser Yuan Chern.

Om Bodhicitta, Mudaba, Dayami.

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi

Say this 4 things, ask to let go:

Ken ching qiu fangxia yuen:

1. Du bu qu. Sorry.

2. Ching yuan liang wo. Please forgive me.

3. Xie xie ni. Thank you.

4. Wo ai ni. I love you.

Duration of cultivation:

41 years. May 3rd, 2022 - May 3rd, 2062 (add one year worth of cultivation)

When the Prince, Siddhartha Gautama bids

farewell to his father saying:

Even my love for Yasodhara…and my son...cannot remove the pain I feel.

For I know that they too will have to suffer,

grow old…and die.

Like you, like me, like us all.

Yes. We must all die…

and be reborn…

and die again,

and be reborn and die,

and be reborn and die again.

No man can ever escape that curse.

Then that…is my task. I…will lift that curse.

At the moment of the attainment of awakening, the Buddha uttered the following:

"I travelled through the rounds of countless births through the cycle of existence,

Seeking but not finding the builder of this house [of 'self'] and again and again, I faced the suffering of new birth.

O Housebuilder, you have now been seen,

You shall not build a house again for me.

Your beams [defilements] have now been broken, Your ridgepole [ignorance] utterly shattered.

My mind has attained the supreme 'nibbana' ('blowing out')

Realised is the unconditioned, Achieved is the end of craving."

- Siddhartha Gautama

(Dhammapada Verses 153 and 154)

When attachment arises in our mind it does not feel harmful; on the contrary it usually feels beneficial. Therefore, it is important to contemplate repeatedly the faults of attachment and to recognize it as a delusion whose only function is to cause us harm.

Remember one cannot trust what you sees because ur eyes are imperfecg and cannot see the absolute truth. This organ limitation is bounded by it creations. It is created from delusion. What is deluded cannot revealed it undeluded nature. Just like the blind leading the blind...it is still within the same state which is called suffering. When u see without seeing and when u have sight of not using any organ is when the truth would be revealed and the absolute truth is the state overcoming delusion or samsara, the true escape of realm of rebirths. Is when u crossed the other shore. The state of relization, Buddhood, the enlightment. Life's biggest problem is reincarnation. Settle that, settle death using Buddha name recitation and seek rebirth in Western Pureland. Turn back bad effect. Power of Amitabha Buddha, power of others not you. Can u fly, cannot but plane and make u fly, power of others. Simplify cultivation, use 4 letter words or 6 letter words, most utmost technology to take u from all sufferings to ultimate bliss.

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Amitabha Buddha’s eighteenth Vow is the King of all Fundamental Vows

Start the day

Think of what u can take with u when u die? What u can take with u is 阿弥陀佛. Others like money, social status, property, food, love ones, feelings & etc. cannot be taken with u. For whatever u cant take with u, just let go...

1. Namo Amitabha x 10 times, 阿弥陀佛. 🙂

2. Sending gratitude to the Universe & Amitabha.

3. Wish that all beings can meet Amitabha and be reborn in Sukhavati - Western Pureland.

Zeng yip. hwazang. 6 gen needs sau hui lai become 1 yin.

You are undervalued.

32 creates everythg when combined.

Formula for success: Lou se (Honesty), Ting hua (listen to the Buddha), Zhen kan (really do), fang xia (let go).

Call upon the 7 Buddhas x 3:

Namo Duo Po Yu Loi

Namo Bo Seng Yu Loi (zhun seng)

Namo Miew Sik Sarn Yu Loi

Namo Kong Pok Sarn Yu Loi

Namo Lee Po Wai Yu Loi (guard)

Namo Kam Lou Wong Yu Loi

Namo A Mi Tuo Yu Loi

1. Offering to Buddha

2. Serve Buddha house & others

3. No killing

4. Believe in cause & effect, seize all bad cause

10 ngok lun.

1. 1 sesame oil producer

2. 10 x sesame producer equal one prostitute center.

3. 10 x pros ctr equal one shop selling alcohol shop / club.

4. 10 x shop selling equal one ctr killing animal.

5. 10 x ctr killing animal equal one ngok by losat fart chut ka yan po fart fart.

3 kwai, 5 kai, 10 xin（十善）

Start - Basic (10.30 am)

Mouth (om soli soli..), Body (om sowa..) x7

Om Ram (Om Ram....Svaha), Done 16.25

Om Chrine (7 times, one protect hse, three protects whole place, seven protects the country) x108, Done 15.25

Earth Gods of Five Directions mantra (Namo Samanta Buddhanam Om Dulu Dulu Di Wei Soha) x3 per day, Done 91

Stupa mantra x3 per day, Done 36

A va la ka kia 108, Done 15.75

Sakyamuni Buddha mantra 4x108 Done 8.75

Cundi Bodhisattva Mantra

(Namaḥ Saptānāṃ Samyaksaṃbuddha Koṭīnāṃ Tadyathā Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī) x108, Done 13.25

Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī Svāhā x 108, Done 77

Om Mani Padme Hum, A Ah Sha Sa Ma Ha - 8x108 Done 11.25

Usnisa Vijaya mantra, Om Bhrum Soha - 8x108 x 2, Done 11.25

Om Bhrum x 108, Done 11.25

Part 1 (11.30 am)

Om Vasudhare Svaha x 108, Done 3

Namo Samantha Buddhanam Om Mahakalaye Svaha x 108, Done 2.25

Om Mahakalaye Svaha x 1080, Done 1 (20 x 27 x 2 = 1080 or 60 x small beads)

Part 2 (12.30 am), Lunch @ 1.30 pm

Medicine Buddha long mantra, Medicine Buddha heart mantra x108, Done 10

Manjushri mantra, Done 6.25

Om Avira Hum Kachara Mum Soha, Done 6.25

Earth store mantra x108, Done 11.5

7th Past Parents mantra x108, Done 19.75

Long life mantra (Om sam) x108, Done 12.25

Om ye ye nan 4x108, Done 5.75

Food mantra 4x108, Done 5.75

Water offering mantra, Done 5.75

Liberate small water being mantra, Done 6.25

7 Buddha Names x3 per day, Done 34 days

Namo Bo bo Ti li, Cher (li) To li, Dan tuo ye tuo ye, Done 5.75

Om Maiyura Krante Svaha, Done 4

Om Ah Hum x108, Done 24

Part 3 (3.30 pm)

Nian fo - 108 (6 syllable), 2x108 (4 syllable) Done 3

Kuan yin - 108, Done 3

Great Strength - 108, Done 3

Ksitigarbha - 108, Done 3

Heart sutra, Done 3

Tadyatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha x108, Done 2

Compassionate mantra, Done 3

Om Du lin, Du lin, Jia Du lin, Soha, Done 2

Eliminate karma by 7 buddhas mantra 4x108, Done 1

Pureland rebirth mantra 4x108, Done 1

Om Pu Kam (Pureland), Light mantra 4x108, Done 1

Acala Heart Mantra (Namah Samanta Vajranam Ham), Done 4.75

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi, 14 x per day, Done 3,808

Part 4 (6.30 pm)

Tara mantras

- Green 4x108, Done 1.75

- Red 4x108, 100% Done 1.75

- White 4x108, Done 1.75

(Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh Punya Jñana Pustim Kuru Svaha)

Setrap mantra 4x108, Done 1.25

Dorje Shugden mantra; Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Done 1.25

~ Shize

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung 4x108, Done 0.75

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung, Done 0.75

During pandemic, Om Benza Wiki Bitana Chintau Kuru Ye Soha 4x108, Done 0.75

~ Gyenze

(Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Tseso Paljor Long Cho, Thamched Putrim Kuru Om) 1x108, Done 0.75

Part 5 - End (6.50 pm), Dinner @ 7.30 pm

Om Benza Satto Hung 4×108, Done 177.75

Multiplier mantra 4x108, Done 109.25

During 8 Kwanzai

34, 102, 238, 476, 918, 8.5

33, 99, 231, 462, 891, 8.25

31, 93, 217, 434, 837, 7.75

30, 90, 210, 420, 810, 7.5

28, 84, 196, 392, 756, 7

26, 78, 182, 364, 702, 6.5

25, 75, 175, 350, 675, 6.25

22, 66, 154, 308, 594, 5.5

20, 60, 140, 280, 540, 5

19, 57, 133, 266, 513, 4.75

15, 45, 105, 210, 405, 3.75

14, 42, 98, 196, 378, 3.5

13, 39, 91, 182, 351, 3.25

11, 33, 77, 154, 297, 2.75

10, 30, 70, 140, 270, 2.5

9, 27, 63, 126, 243, 2.25

8, 24, 56, 112, 216, 2

7, 21, 49, 98, 189, 1.75

6, 18, 42, 84, 162, 1.5

5, 15, 35, 70, 135, 1.25

4, 12, 28, 56, 108, 1

3, 9, 21, 42, 81, 0.75

2, 6, 14, 28, 54, 0.5

1, 3, 7, 14, 27, 0.25

(7x per day)

Surangama mantra, Done 95

Om Amarani Jivantiye Svaha, Done 76

Om Maitri Maha Maitri Maitriye Svaha, Done 76

Om Alolika Svaha, Done 95

Mahapratisara Bodhisattva

(Om Bhara Bhara Sambhara Sambhara Indriya Visudhani Ha Ha Ru Ru Ca Re Svaha), Done 76

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha, Done 76

Oṃ āḥ hūṃ vajra guru padma siddhi hūṃ, Done 76

Je Tsongkhapa/Jungkapa, Done 76

(Om Ah Guru Benzadhara Sumati Kirti Siddhi Hum Hum)

Om Garbe Ragam Soha, Done 76

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung ~ peace

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung

~ health

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Punye Siddhi Hung

~ increase, done 187

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Washam Kuru Ho

~ control, done 187

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Rakya Rakya Hung

~ protection, done 187

Namkar Barzin (Om Biyada-Par Dhama-Dhara Soha), Done 95

Zambala of Five Directions (Om Zambala Gari Zanayeh Soha), Done 95

Yellow Zambala (Om Zambala Zalendraye Soha), Done 95

Om Samaya Cha, Done 76

TADYATHA OM ANALE ANALE KHASAME KHASAME BHAYRE BHAYRE SAUMA SAUME SARVA BUDDHA ADISHTANA ADISHTITE SOHA OM SARVA TATHAGATHA USHINISHA SITATAPUTRA HUM PHAT HUM MAMA HUM NI SOHA

Hum Mama Hum Ni Soha, Done 87

Medicine Buddha (3 times per day)

Namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru-

vaiḍūryaprabhārājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksaṃbuddhāya,

tadyathā oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā, Done 133

Makura (Buddhist Patron protector of the zodiac sign monkey), 7x per day Done 76

Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-raja Tathagata

(3 times per day)

Akshobhaya (Pudong Rulai), Done 79

- Namo bhagavate Akshobhaya, tathagataya arhate samyaksambuddhaya.

Tadyatha Om kamkani kamkani, Rochani rochani, Trotani trotani, Trasani trasani, Pratihana pratihana, Sarva karma paramparanime sarva sattvanancha svaha

Target: 60 per month with 5 to 6 days of 8 kwanzai. Each time 26 to 34, each day 10 to 15 times until reached 60 or more.

Mantra of Ferocious Eating 殘食咒為(Namah samanta vajranam, trat, amogha canda, maha rosana, sphataya, hum, tramaya, hum trat ham mam), Done 3

Others:

+ Cui sui chow

Om tore tore cha tore so poho

Om Lan Soha

Om Chrine

Om Brim

Om Pu Kam (Pureland).

Om Bodhicitta, Mudaba, Dayami.

Om abichanaga

Am Bi Chanaga.

Om da de da de mohe dade svaha.

Om Mani Padme Hung A a sa sa maha

Namo bhagavate...x4

Om Amida Ayu Dadi Soha

Food Mantra

Ganlu sui zhou

Namo bo bo ti li, cher (li) to li, dan tuo ye tuo ye

Om mani facili hum

Om Ami Dewa Hrih

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha

“After I pass away and my pure doctrine is absent,

You will appear as an ordinary being,

Performing the deeds of a Buddha

And establishing the Joyful Land, the great Protector, In the Land of the Snows.”

-Buddha Shakyamuni in the Root Tantra of Manjushri

You need to nian fo then can achieve fo.

But now, you only nian 6 realm of rebirth how to achieve fo?

You are fo why cannot become fo?

Becos u never let go of the 6 realm of rebirth activities. Greed, anger, ignorance (3 poisons need to let go 1st)

All ppl are the creation of their minds.

https:///wiki/Mental_factors_(Buddhism)

- sing so 11 san de (seong ying), fanuo de 26 (seong ying). The 10 recitation method x 9 times in a day, 2 minutes each time, nian nian bu warng Amituofo. The tipper is must be continuous....then u see improvement (kungfu). Must use chen xing. (Learn from the best learn from the Muslims. Let go to do prayer when the time comes.) Ying ye, 5 jie 10 sarn. Huan xi pu ser. Pu ser, cai yuen guenx2 lai. All existence are manifestation of karma, the fruits of causes (combination of effects). All are swihuan de. At one point, u are here, there, everywhere in the universe of existence, different space and time like a multiverse. This body is like a bowl of water with lots of salt added (a.k.a. sufferings which r the effects of ur past karma). Everything u have contact with is to let u 'suffer' all circumstances created in some past lives that u cant see or remember. The purpose of cultivation is to realised this truth (6 realms of rebirth). To break and escape this cycle is to achieve Buddhahood. Fastest way is to see all existences as one and of the same. If u destroy ur own defilements u are doing the same for others only when u have compassion and use 'peng deng, chi pei, po re xin'. This body is yeap bo. Life is like a bowl of salt water. Living it is like drinking it. You need to add more water not morr salt so it geys better over time. Get out of it, pour it back to the sea. You dont need to drink it. It is where water would return (thru true self discovery and enlightenment, practice of Buddhism to the highest level).

4 Universal Vows

Also sometimes called the Bodhisattva Vows, as they are essential to the Bodhisattva path of Mahāyāna Buddhism.

1. Sentient beings are limitless; I vow to liberate them.

眾生無邊誓願度

Zhòngshēng wúbiān shìyuàn dù

Zhong Shen Wu Bian Ser Yuan Tu

2. Afflictions are endless; I vow to eradicate them.

煩惱無盡誓願斷

Fánnǎo wújìn shìyuàn duàn

Fan Now Wu Jing Ser Yuan Tuan.

3. Teachings are infinite; I vow to learn them.

法門無量誓願學