#the precious stone within the lotus

[taizi]

gently in the cold dark earth

scum villain's self saving system word count: 2k canon divergent / no system au; sy transmigrates into an empty npc role; gray lotus binghe loves his shixiong more than life and he's ready to make it everyone's problem

title borrowed from work song by hozier

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The first thing Luo Binghe does when he escapes the Abyss is return to Cang Qiong Mountain. 

With Xin Mo secured to his back, the way could be instant if he so chose—the journey of a thousand miles reduced to a single step—but he unsheathes the elegant jian at his hip instead.

Yong Liang sings sweetly for him, the snow white blade still shining and untainted even after years of helping Luo Binghe carve his way through hell. It has never once failed him, soulbound to the one person still on this earth who has never failed him. 

“Take it,” his shixiong insisted, low and urgent. The Abyss was behind them, an even deadlier threat was ahead, and Without A Cure clogging his meridians made Luo Binghe the best choice to wield the only unshattered spirit sword they had between them. “Binghe, take it.”

He pressed until Luo Binghe’s grip curled tight around the hilt, not hesitating to put his soul in Luo Binghe’s hands even with the rosy glow of an unsealed demon mark shining on his face. 

Luo Binghe flies at a pace best described as dangerously reckless, hardly smelling the fragrant spring air or feeling the sun on his face. His robes are a disgrace, his hair a tangled, matted mess, and it occurs to him that he could stop somewhere and clean himself up, make himself presentable, but it’s a brief, fleeting thought. 

Shen Yuan would be furious to find out that Luo Binghe wasted even a single second returning to his side. 

——

He passes through the ancient wards effortlessly, feeling them fall away from him like water. It’s a simple thing to tamp down on his demonic qi, to disguise the parts of him that those so-called righteous cultivators would scorn. He ghosts through the familiar grounds as eagerly as a starving animal bolting down a fresh game trail, but one by one, all of their familiar haunts come up empty, without even a lingering trace of Shen Yuan’s spiritual energy left behind.   

The head disciple’s room is dusted and undisturbed, as if its occupant might walk through the door at any moment, but the lack of clutter and the empty book shelf makes it very clear to Luo Binghe what the truth must be.

If Shen Yuan returned to the peak after the Conference, he didn’t stay. 

All at once, images crowd the front of his mind—his shixiong grieving, pulling away, turning his back on those responsible for his heartache. 

Yue Qingyuan, always only a step behind wherever his precious Xiu Ya sword went, promised that no one wanted to hurt them. They only wanted to help.

He looked so solemn and righteous that Shen Yuan reluctantly allowed himself to be convinced. Luo Binghe, who had gone to the man for help after a bloody whipping when he was a child, only to be given a walnut cake and turned away at the door, knew better. 

He wasn’t surprised when Shen Yuan was wrenched away from him, and shizun sent him staggering off the cliff with a spiritual dagger buried to the hilt in his chest, all of it happening within a matter of seconds—but it still hurt. 

Shen Yuan’s scream followed him all the way down. 

I’m alive, Luo Binghe thinks, with no one there to tell it to. I came back to you. Let me come back to you. 

——

Including time spent in the abyss, it’s three years before they meet again. 

Luo Binghe’s revenge is his second priority at best, but he is nothing if not efficient and knows how to kill two birds with the same stone. Huan Hua affords him ample resources and opportunities to scour the world for his missing shixiong while playing the role of earnest and diligent new disciple. He snatches up each mission that comes along as though  eager to prove his worth to the sect that so graciously took him in, but he takes every excuse to wander, to search, to make conversation with vendors and innkeepers and passing strangers. 

Have you seen my heart? It lives outside of me in the form of a beautiful young man and tends to wander. Very contrary, likes to fuss over people, could argue the stripes off a lushu just for fun. You’d know it if you met it. You’d never forget. 

The days blur together, meaningless and gray, but he doesn’t stop looking. Shen Yuan still exists somewhere in this world, because otherwise Luo Binghe wouldn’t. It’s the only thing that makes sense. The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about. 

And then, finally—an afternoon in Jinlan City, when Luo Binghe arrives in a throng of incompetent gold-clad Huan Hua disciples, to investigate a plague of all things—

He’s there. 

In dark, neutral colors and plain clothes, a traveling cloak with its hood resting down around his shoulders, as if his beauty could possibly be lessened by cheap, shapeless fabrics rather than effortlessly enhanced. His hair falls from its half-tail in glorious waves—he never did have the patience for anything elaborate, only wearing braids when one of his sticky shidimei cajoled and convinced him. Traveling alone, who could he possibly have to roll his eyes at and complain about and sit patiently still for?

A pale green ribbon is all that decorates his hair. Luo Binghe recognizes it instantly. 

“You should spend your allowance on yourself, Binghe,” Shen Yuan scolded him, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. 

“But I did,” Luo Binghe protested, widening his eyes and clasping his hands earnestly, the way he knew worked best. “I wanted it! And now that I have it, I want to give it to you.”

Shen Yuan was too clever by half to be truly fooled by the innocent act, but he always folded like paper anyway. He spoiled all of his shidimei but Luo Binghe most of all. Anyone on Qing Jing Peak would be hard-pressed to think of a single example of Shen Yuan telling Luo Binghe ‘no.’ 

Sure enough, after a second spent visibly wrestling with himself, he blurted, “Oh, fine! Hand it over.” 

He wore it every day since. He’s wearing it now. The wind catches the ends of it, sending it streaming behind him like the tails of a paradise flycatcher. Lovely. 

For a brief moment, Luo Binghe is frozen where he stands, finally faced with the very thing that he’s been missing for years, that he’s been living a miserable half-life without. 

And then he remembers himself and lurches forward. His voice is a tangle in his throat but he manages to choke out, “Shixiong!”

A strike of lightning couldn’t have jolted Shen Yuan into more perfect stillness. He stops mid-step, every inch of him as good as carved from precious jade. He doesn’t turn his head, and the sliver of his face visible from where Luo Binghe stands is very pale. 

Luo Binghe wonders suddenly if this has happened to him before—if Shen Yuan has heard a voice on the road or in the market that was almost familiar, that was almost the one he was hoping for, only to be disappointed when he turned to follow it and found a stranger. 

Luo Binghe shortens the distance between them with a few anxious steps and tries again. 

“Shixiong.”

The older boy whirls around abruptly, as if to get it over with. He’s bracing himself, but Luo Binghe barely has a second to absorb Shen Yuan’s painful-looking anticipation before it bleeds out of his face in favor of something else entirely. 

He looks like the earth has fallen out from beneath his feet, like he hardly dares to believe his eyes. Zheng Yang gleams golden at Shen Yuan’s hip, reforged and whole again.

“Binghe?”  

“It’s me,” Luo Binghe says softly. 

There’s a tableau he’s afraid to break, as if they’re in a delicate dreamscape and a move too sudden or loud might dissolve it. He wants to say I’ve missed you the way lungs miss air, immediately and needfully, I haven’t breathed at all since we’ve been apart. He wants to say you’re my light in the dark, I can only stand in front of you now because I love you too much to ever truly leave you. 

Instead, he tells his dearest friend, “This one made you wait. But your Binghe is here.”

Shen Yuan sprints the rest of the way to meet him, almost before he’s even finished talking, and they collide in a solid embrace that knocks the air from them both. 

His arms wind around Luo Binghe’s waist like steel bands, fingers digging into the back of his robes, precious face pressed into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Luo Binghe doesn’t hesitate to gather him up close, holding him as tightly and securely as he knows how, burying his nose in his shixiong’s hair and breathing in the familiar, beloved smell of him.  

Shen Yuan is a few inches shorter than he remembers. All the better to tuck him beneath Luo Binghe’s chin, to cover and surround him so completely that not even the heavens above can get a decent eyeful. 

He wants to grab and bite and pin Shen Yuan beneath him and never let go. His jaw aches with wanting it. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” Luo Binghe says, eyes wet. “I went home first.” Unsaid goes the obvious but you weren’t there. 

“How could I stay?” Shen Yuan bites out, managing to sound all at once strangled and bewildered and—charmingly—offended. He shakes his head without lifting it, an aggressive nuzzle against Binghe’s shoulder. “After what they did to you, I’d rather die than represent their stupid sect another minute.”

“Step away from it, Shen Yuan,” shizun said coldly. “I’ll put that beast back where it belongs.”

“No,” shixiong said in a voice that was smaller than usual, one that shook. He was frightened, clearly overwhelmed, but he didn’t budge from where he was plastered in front of Luo Binghe like a breathing shield. 

“Now.” 

“No, shizun.”

“Shizhi,” Yue Qingyuan said gently, offering his hand. “Come here. It will be alright.”

Shen Yuan said, “No. You can’t hurt Binghe. He’s not bad just because of who his parents are. He’s as good as he was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He’s hardworking and loyal and a sweetheart to anybody who gives him half a chance. He’s so good.”

Liu Qingge was behind the sect leader, sword drawn. Shen Qingqiu was quickly losing what little patience he had, face twisted into a sneer, dark eyes stabbing hatefully at Luo Binghe from over his head disciple’s shoulder. There were more figures rapidly drawing closer, the other peak lords following the flare of Yue Qingyuan’s qi. The standoff was becoming more and more untenable, and Shen Yuan was too smart not to see that, shrinking back against Luo Binghe as much as he could without crowding him closer to the edge. 

“You can’t hurt him,” he said again, the closest Luo Binghe had ever heard him come to tears, “he’s my shidi.”

Luo Binghe is unsurprised by his shixiong’s loyalty, because it’s already been proven to him over and over. It’s unremarkable at this point, which is an absolutely remarkable thing in itself. It makes him feel warm with gratitude and affection and ownership. 

Shen Yuan is clever and quick on his feet and always three steps ahead, more knowledgeable about flora and fauna than anyone else Binghe has ever known combined, and probably a force to be reckoned with as a rogue cultivator, where the only rules of conduct he has to adhere to are his own. 

But Luo Binghe hates to think of him on the road alone, without the little martial siblings who follow him like ducklings, without his Binghe there to make sure he remembers to eat all his meals and comb out his hair before bed. He’s a creature of comfort, made for airy rooms with too many cushions and an abundance of sweets and books to read. 

Luo Binghe has fantasized more than once about building a home for Shen Yuan to lounge prettily in. It was, in fact, his favorite flavor of daydream since he was about thirteen. 

If Shen Yuan wants to rogue cultivate, then that’s what they’ll do. But Luo Binghe thinks, if he constructs a palace that’s as comfortable as it is grand, and fills it with trashy romance novels and obscure beasts and his own hand-made meals, he can convince his friend to live in it with him.

Shen Yuan needs to be taken care of. Luo Binghe needs to be the one taking care of him. They’re together now and they’ll never be apart again and those needs can both be met. 

That possessive, proprietary feeling coils dark and deep inside him, undulating lazily like a serpent who’s fed enough for days, reminding him over and over what he already knows:

Mine. 

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #bingyuan #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen yuan #my writing #svsss fic #sy transmigrates into a blank role in a world where his favorite character exists #and he's supposed to - what ? NOT fulfill his personal fantasy of being lbh's best friend ?? ok 🙄 #naturally binghe has been obsessed since the moment this pretty boy first smiled at him #bingbing i love you you deserve a good shixiong / future wife and i'm here to deliver #ALSO sy's sword name is (yǒng) meaning perpetual ; eternal ; forever #and 亮 (liàng) meaning bright ; clear ; to show ; to shine #in my mind's eye zheng yang is golden so yong liang's silvery white is the perfect compliment #YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE SUN & MOON SHIP DYNAMIC 🫵 #heaven and hell were words to me

[violetlunette]

The final result of this.

--

Lilia completely froze.

This guy was insane.

Did he really think Lilia was going to play his sick game and sacrifice one of the people he cared for most?

‘The hell with that!’ Lilia’s gaze narrowed, grinding his teeth as he resumed his struggles. Before him, the madman was growing impatient, clicking his tongue like a minute hand.

“I’m waiting, old man,” he drawled.

“Fuck you!” Lilia tried to free his arms. If he could just get one loose, then he may be able to use a fire chain spell and then--

Lilia was distracted by a sound.

He turned his head towards a light cough and to Silver, who was gray as death. His aurora eyes were blurry as he looked towards Lilia, his colorless lips trembling.

“Fa...ther…” Lilia didn’t know if the boy was trying to call out for help or to tell Lilia to sacrifice him. Knowing Silver, it was most likely the latter. Either way, the word wrenched at Lilia’s heart, clawing it in two like a frantic beast.

“Silver...” he muttered, the name of his son escaping his lips. Lilia had to save him. He had to rescue ALL of them. But how--

The Villain tilted his head forward, a wicked curl upon his lips, as his eyes flicked like fire.

“Oh? So you’ll give up your son for Prince?” he mused. “Very well.”

Lilia’s heart stopped, then jumped like a frightened rabbit at these words.

“What?! No! I never said—stop!”

The vines began to slither over Silver like snakes, cutting his flesh in places so that blood flowed from places. The actions woke Silver, who tried to fight but was weaker than a newborn babe. The petals of the flowers grew and wrapped themselves around Silver, covering his skin.

“Ngh!” Silver let out a weak, pitiful cry as they covered his face, and his air was cut off. His lungs burned, and his skin felt his shards of glass piercing every piece of flesh. His heart beat faster against his chest, causing his blood to race as if trying to flee a foe. Then he felt his blood becoming thicker like syrup before hardening into ice.

The human whimpered.

‘Father--!!’

That was when everything stopped for Silver.

His form went limp like a doll within the cocoon of flowers, all sound vanishing from his being along with all life that was left.

Lilia stared in horror, his desperate struggles halting as dread settled within his chest, draining color not just from his skin but the world around him. The silence that filled the area was heavier than anything Lilia felt before.

No. No, it couldn’t be. He couldn’t! Silver--

“Silver...” Lilia's form trembled, his voice haggard, throat feeling raw. “Silver!”

The lotus petals slowly peeled themselves away to reveal Silver, however, he was different.

Silver was glowing like a polished diamond in the red light, his body appearing to have been carved by the precious stone with striking detail. The blood that dribbled down his skin had turned to glimmering rubies, a stark contrast against the diamond. Despite the crystallization, Silver’s jeweled hair swayed around him in an invisible wind, like silk curtains. They danced across his face, whose expression was half asleep, his aurora eyes staring lifelessly at them.

Lilia’s eyes were wide as his jaw dropped, despair creeping over him. He made several attempts to form words as his entire being became as stiff and cold as ice.

“S-Silver…” the fae mumbled, his son’s name heavy on his lips.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” The Villain muttered, running his fingers along the teen's diamond cheek. “A perfect treasure to add to my collection.” The voice lit a fire within Lilia as his heart shattered like a glass bomb.

An inhuman cry filled the area as Lilia broke his bonds and lunged, bloodshot eyes glowing as tears streamed down his cheeks. He extended his claws, ready to tear the feind apart with his bare hands, when all his limbs were snagged mid-air. Lilia growled, snarled, and screeched like a rabid animal, saliva and tears flying from his face as he thrashed his head from side to side.

‘I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you…’ he thought over and over, fury that no other being could stand seeping into his brain. ‘I’ll kill you, I--’

The Villain's wicked grin grew as he raised a wand, waving his finger with a wink.

“Tut, tut! Don’t you worry. I didn’t forget our deal.” The foe snapped his fingers. The vines holding Malleus loosened before the unconscious Prince was tossed at Lilia, who—despite being blinded by his fury—caught his ward in his arms as the other crashed into his chest.

The two were thrown back and slid towards Sebek, whose breathing was shallow, his skin pale and thin as paper. Lilia slashed his blood as he sat himself up, his fist curling in Sebek’s coat as he drew Mallues closer. He glared at the Villain as the red lotuses wove a cage around them, keeping Lilia from pouncing again. The Villain smirked.

“Well! All of this has been fun now—but sadly, I must take my leave.” He pulled Silver to him like a lover, bodies pressed close. “I want to enjoy my new piece of art, after all.” Vile and disgust bubbled inside of Lilia, boiled by his rage. A low growl seeped from his throat as he pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs.

“I’ll kill you…!” he swore, his body shaking with rage. “No matter what I have to do, or how many lifetimes it takes, I will find you! And I will kill you, you bastard!” The Villain laughed like Lilia told a joke.

“No, you won’t,” he hummed. “But if it gives you purpose, by all means try. It’ll be entertaining to see if nothing else.” With that, all the red lotuses swirled around the Villain and Silver like a whirlwind.

The sight of his son—or what was left of him—vanishing turned all the anger inside Lilia to frantic desperation.

He released the other two to throw himself against the cage as his heart raced. He stretched his arm between the flowers, even as they bit and burned his flesh. 

Lilia began to plead with the other, wailing like a child as he did so, his pride tossed aside as hopelessness filled his frame.

“No! Don’t! Please, don’t!" he sobbed. "Please! I—I’ll give anything! Do anything! Just don’t--Don’t--!!” ‘Don’t take my son!’

Tears rained down his face, his cry filling the cavern as Lilia reached toward the fading image of his beloved.

“DON’T TAKE HIM!!”

But it was too late.

The light flared, and Silver—his darling moonlight in a sea of darkness, his son--was gone.

And he was left behind.

What a cruel fate for a father.

--

Well, that's it then! Thanks to everyone who voted! Many of you made a marvelous attempt to save both, but in the end people voted for Silver's sacrifice more. Thanks for playing the game!

#Hm #I've noticed I have a theme going of having Silver kidnapped in front of Lilia in these ficlets #not on purpose but eh #I'll have to even out the angst by making rescue ficlets or something #anyway I hope you all enjoyed it and it was worth the wait #Enjoy your Lilia angst #twst silver #silver twst #twisted wonderland #silver twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #silver vanrouge #twst #twst diasomnia #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia twisted wonderland #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #twst spoilers #kinda? #red lotus #mine #twst ficlet

[shinymoonbird]

Guru Paduka Stotram glorifies the “sandals of the Guru” and the presence of Guru in one’s life. This hymn talks about how a seeker’s life transforms within the presence of the Guru. Guru Paduka Stotram was composed by Adi Shankaracharya during his first meeting with his Guru, Govinda Bhagavatpada.

Adi Shankara was traveling across ancient Indians Kingdoms in search of his Guru. When he was walking around the banks of River Narmada, he saw the Padukas in front of the cave of his Guru, Govind Bhagavatpada. When Adi Shankaracharya saw the Paduka, he instantly recognized them as his Guru’s. He was filled with abundant joy.

Having found the master he had been searching for, he was thrilled; tears welled out of his eye, and his heart jumped with joy. He composed Guru Paduka Stotram honoring the Paduka of His Guru, Sri Govind Bhagavatpada.

Many saints say that when the disciple is ready, Guru will appear, and one will instantly feel the divine presence. Guru Paduka Stotram is an expression of such experience of a true disciple in beautiful words.

🌟Guru Padhuka Stotram🌟

Anantha samsara samudhra thara naukayithabhyam guru bhakthithabhyam, Vairagya samrajyadha poojanabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

The crossing of this Endless ocean of samsara (this mundane world) is enabled by the boat that is sincere devotion to Guru Showing me the way to the valuable dominion of renunciation, O dear Guru, I bow to thy holy sandals.

Kavithva varahsini sagarabhyam, dourbhagya davambudha malikabhyam, Dhoorikrutha namra vipathithabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Like a full moon for the ocean of the Knowledge, Like downpour of water to put out the fire of misfortunes, Removing the various distresses of those who surrender to them, O dear Guru, I bow to thy holy sandals.

Natha yayo sripatitam samiyu kadachidapyashu daridra varya, Mookascha vachaspathitham hi thabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Those who prostrate to the blessed sandals of their Guru become possessors of great wealth and overcome the curse of their poverty very quickly. To such sandals my infinite prostrations.

Naleeka neekasa pada hrithabhyam, nana vimohadhi nivarikabyam, Nama janabheeshtathathi pradhabhyam namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Attracting us to the Lotus-like feet of our Guru, removing all kinds of desires borne out of ignorance, fulfilling all the desires of the disciple who bows humbly To such sandals, I humbly offer my obeisance.

Nrupali mouleebraja rathna kanthi saridvi raja jjashakanyakabhyam, Nrupadvadhabhyam nathaloka pankhthe, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Shining like a precious stone adorning the crown of a king They stand out like a beautiful damsel in a river infested with crocodiles They raise the devotees to the state of sovereign emperors, To such sandals, I humbly offer my obeisance.

Papandhakara arka paramparabhyam, thapathryaheendra khageswarabhyam, Jadyabdhi samsoshana vadawabhyam namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Shining radiantly like the Sun, effacing the endless darkness of the disciples sins, Like an eagle for the snake-like three-fold pains of samsara (this mundane world) like a conflagration of fire whose heat dries away the ocean of ignorance To such supreme sandals of my Guru, I humbly surrender.

Shamadhi shatka pradha vaibhavabhyam, Samadhi dhana vratha deeksithabhyam, Ramadhavangri sthira bhakthidabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

They endow us with the glorious six qualities like Shama (tranquility) They vow to bless the initiated ones with the ability to go into Samadhi (state of meditative consciousness). Blessing the devotees with permanent devotion for the feet of Lord Vishnu To such divine sandals, I offer my prayers.

Swarchaparana makhileshtathabhyam, swaha sahayaksha durndarabhyam, Swanthacha bhava pradha poojanabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Fulfilling all the wishes of the disciples, Who are ever-available and dedicated for service, Awakening the sincere aspirants to the divine state of self-realization, Again and again, prostrate to those sandals of my venerable Guru

Kaamadhi sarpa vraja garudabhyam, viveka vairagya nidhi pradhabhyam, Bhodha pradhabhyam drutha mokshathabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

They are like an eagle for all the serpents of desires, Blessing us with the valuable treasure of discrimination and renunciation, Granting us the knowledge to get instant liberation from the shackles of life, My prostrations to those holy sandals of my Guru.

Guru Paduka Stotram Lyrics in Sanskrit

गुरु पादुका स्तोत्रम्

अनंत संसार समुद्र तार नौकायिताभ्यां गुरुभक्तिदाभ्यां। वैराग्य साम्राज्यद पूजनाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥१॥

कवित्व वाराशि निशाकराभ्यां दौर्भाग्यदावांबुदमालिक्याभ्यां। दूरीकृतानम्र विपत्तिताभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥२॥

नता ययोः श्रीपतितां समीयुः कदाचिदप्याशु दरिद्रवर्याः। मूकाश्च वाचसपतितां हि ताभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥३॥

नाली कनी काशपदाहृताभ्यां नानाविमोहादिनिवारिकाभ्यां। नमज्जनाभीष्टततिब्रदाभ��यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥४॥

नृपालिमौलि ब्रज रत्न कांति सरिद्विराज्झषकन्यकाभ्यां। नृपत्वदाभ्यां नतलोकपंक्ते: नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥५॥

पापांधकारार्क परंपराभ्यां तापत्रयाहीन्द्र खगेश्वराभ्यां। जाड्याब्धि संशोषण वाड्वाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥६॥

शमादिषट्क प्रदवैभवाभ्यां समाधि दान व्रत दीक्षिताभ्यां। रमाधवांघ्रि स्थिरभक्तिदाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥७॥

स्वार्चा पराणामखिलेष्टदाभ्यां स्वाहासहायाक्ष धुरंधराभ्यां। स्वान्ताच्छ भावप्रदपूजनाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥८॥

कामादिसर्प व्रजगारुडाभ्यां विवेक वैराग्य निधि प्रदाभ्यां। बोध प्रदाभ्यां दृत मोक्ष दाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥९॥

ऊँ गुरुवे नमः।।🙏🙏🙏

#youtube #Guru Padhuka Stotram #Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi #Arunachala

[pinespittinink]

Happy WBW!

I want to know more about Palatruza 🧐 tell me everything 👀📝

*cracks knuckles* here we go! Palatruza is literally the lowest court of the region of the Viridian where ITDOTT takes place [this region is currently unnamed-- there are a lot of names i need to flesh out]. The courts are stacked, so to speak, like a totem pole, and Palatruza is at the bottom, closest to the forest floor and the roots. Physically, the court is made up of structures that are built around and cross between the three largest trees growing in that area; similar to Lothlorien, but Bigger. 

These three trees are named Junroght, Uthru, and Mesoate. Of the three of them, only Uthru is tall enough to reach the canopy, making it effectively part of all of the courts. Junroght and Mesoate are “smaller” trees in comparison that reach their crowns well before the canopy (Mesoate is the shortest). At the low level Palatruza exists at, sunlight is meager, as it has to filter down through the tremendous height of the canopy. The court relies on flame for light but also predominantly on droonmoss, which grows abundantly there, and emits a luminous green light for a long period of time when touched.

The architecture of the court is constructed of bridges, larger viaducts, a few aqueducts, and a ton of structures that grow from the sides of the tree trunks. There are lots of stairs with curl around the trunks. Due to the low position of the court, branches only begin to grow above it. The architecture of Palatruza is largely inspired by Art Nouveau, the Edwardian era, and the settlement of Plainsong in Horizon Forbidden West.

Palatruza receives imports from both the courts above it, and the ground-level village among the roots called Caravaz (this is where Titus is from). Junroght is a subspecies of ore trees, growing organic crystals within their bark and wood, the fruit on the higher branches and canopy bearing gemmy clusters of precious stones. Ore trees also contain great deposits of metals, which can cover a wide range from iron and copper to silver and gold. 

Water is obtained from wellsprings within the trees, and feeds the lotus pond, one of the only locations that is literally inside a tree (Mesoate). The lotus pond is taken care of by a groundskeeper called the Lotus Keeper (this position is currently held by Cyril), who has a home inside the natural tree “cave” where the pool is. There is a little bit of natural light, but it is largely bioluminescent. The people of Palatruza come there to relieve themselves of their burdens, in a manner similar to a confessional; sitting by the edge of the pond and speaking their truths and grievances into a flower held in their hands before letting it go to float across the water. 

The hierarchy of the court is capped by the High Chancellor, who is supported by the Left Hand of the Heartwood and the Heartwood Priest. In the time of ITDOTT, Lialaci is the High Chancellor, and her husband Ormarie is the Heartwood Priest. The sitting Left Hand is a man named Sahil; it is a much more mobile position than the chancellor, as the Left Hand oversees final calls on import and export operations and has influence on general relations with the other courts. 

The definition of “Left Hand” in this context comes from the goddess recognized by all of the Viridian, but given special attention by Palatruza specifically: Lauvedine, Our Lady of the Heartwood. Her visage is portrayed as a woman embedded within a tree trunk, her upper body protruding at an angle from the torso on her left side, arm held out, palm facing up. From the cracks around her and flooding from her right side is an overgrowth of flowers and webbed roots. The Left Hand of the Heartwood thus acts as this extension of power for the High Chancellor, while the Heartwood Priest is the other half, attuned to the nature of the trees, particularly Uthru, which boasts most of the residential quarters of the court and the formal gathering chambers. 

Expeditions into the deep are known as deep delves, and each delving team is led by a person called the Spade. Adrianna is the most renowned Spade in Palatruza at the start of ITDOTT. The purpose of delving is to map out the deep, ward off the sentient creatures that live there from the forest floor, and gather further resources that are used primarily for exports to the higher courts and botanical studies. Travel to and from Palatruza is predominantly reliant on a series of weighted lifts which then come to landings of stairs that make their way up the trunks of the trees. 

🌲🌳 stopping here for the sake of sleep and not going too overboard, heh.

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#in the deep of the trees #i'll do another post eventually just for their exports/imports because i find it fascinating #the limits having a bizarre setting puts on a world #aninkwellofnectar #thank you for this cammie i could have added even more but it's long as it is and there's always later <3 #i love thinking about palatruza #asks #don't perceive me if there are typos here i wrote this out of order and it's almost 2AM

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Hand holds 37: not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

For Jissana :3

(a short fluff fill, I said and then almost 600 words later)

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"I won't lie... sometimes I come down here just to let off steam. It's better than letting my magic get out to rattle all the windows or send small objects flying around, right?"

The Arcane Furnace in the basement of the Scarab and Lotus resembles nothing so much as a huge iron stove, its outer shell thick with inlaid sigils of various precious metals and stones. But instead of logs or other combustibles, within its belly lies a large cluster of glowing crystals. Each is at least the size of Jinana's own forearm, all of them dancing with a steady, synchronized pulse of shifting colors.

"It doesn't actually burn anything, of course - it collects and transforms magical energy, ambient or contributed, into something we can use to power the shop's systems. And if there is one thing I have in abundance... well." Jinana gives a wry little smile. "Do you want to experience the process? It's quite safe." S/he holds out hir right hand with a questioning lift of hir brows.

Vissenta knows a challenge when she hears one. She takes Jinana's hand without hesitation. "Let's see it!"

Jinana smiles. "Place your other hand on the outside of the Furnace... this may tingle a bit." S/he places hir own left hand upon the outer shell of the Arcane Furnace. As always, it feels warm, pulsing, alive.

A deep, slow breath, and s/he nudges that inner gate open, the one that holds back the churning Chaos of hir true being. Just a crack, just enough to let it begin to flow...

S/he hears Vissenta give a soft gasp, feeling that current pass by her, looping through her. All of the sigils on the outer shell trace themselves with heatless white fire; the inner bank of crystals glows more fiercely, then begins to coruscate with every color in the spectrum, and a few outside of it, more felt than seen.

The outflow of hir magic is a pleasant drawing sensation - not a sense of depletion, but of expansion, of letting go, water poured gently from an overfull cup. After a few seconds, Jinana closes that gateway again, the primal megaflow held in check by hir will alone.

Vissenta has seen this power, even felt it before; even so, her eyes are wide as she watches the Arcane Furnace assimilate what it has been fed, the wild, erratic fluctuations of color and light slowly becoming steady and harmonious once again. It is, however, perceptibly brighter than it was before.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

“Kind of hypnotic, isn’t it? A non-magician would see nothing but white light; only we can see all of the colors that it puts out.”

“Ah, holding hands in the light of the Arcane Furnace… how romantic.” The new voice startles the two of them apart - Heron, descending into the basement with a crate propped on one hip. “It is very pretty, isn’t it?”

“I was just showing Vis how it lights up when I add my energy to it,” Jinana laughs, hoping that the blood in hir cheeks isn’t too obvious. 

“Of course,” he says, mildly as ever. “By the way, I do believe this is yours… both of yours. I found him scratching at the shop window.” Heron lifts his free hand, and a large and very familiar horned beetle takes flight, only to land on Jinana’s shoulder, fanning its antennae.

“Perhaps you should give him a name.”

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anonymous | Misc. Asks

O' wise and powerful Djehuty, please impart upon this fool what great meanings the colors had in old Kemet orz

"While I most certainly glory in such reverent praise as much as the next god, the question you ask is of no great secrecy. Your approach is comparable to groveling on one's hands and knees to know the time of day. Quite humorous, but it reflects poorly on you."

[ readmore cus Lots Of Words ]

"The Kemetic word for color- 'iwn'- can also be translated as disposition, nature, or character, attesting to its innate link with the essence of existence. As such, every color has a spectrum of qualities associated with it, some more heavily than others- but this does not erase the variety of connotations they may have in their different hues. The traditional palette includes six main groups of iwn- white, black, red, green, blue, and yellow."

"White, or hedj- sometimes shesep- signifies ideals like joy, peace, and wisdom. It also depicts radiance, divine grace, and cosmic light. As such, it was often used in the garb of priests and the royal family. The crown of Upper Egypt was white, Lower Egypt red- when they combined as the Pschent, it ushered in the unification of Kemet, leading the color combination to signify completeness. Many instruments key to the ritual of mummification were carved from white alabaster. Silver is still more radiant than white, though they share the same word in regards to the color. This precious metal is associated with Lord Nefertem's lotus, as well as the moon. Subsequently, it is closely tied to Khonshu and myself."

"Black is kem- 'Kemet' translates to 'Black Land,' the kingdom named so for the banks of the Nile. Black is the color of fertile soil and rain clouds. It is a reminder that all life comes from the earth, and all life will return to it. Black is death- but also rebirth and fertility. Anubis is most often depicted in this color for a reason. Kem is, at times, also indicative of chaos, darkness, night, and foreigners. Though it can control chaos as well, if you know how to direct it."

"Red- deshr- is similarly complex and varied in meaning. It can be used to signify the harsh sand of the desert, ravenous fire, blind rage, destruction, war, chaos- Indeed, the English word 'desert' is derived from 'dshrt,' meaning the Red Place. However, it is also indicative of the Pharaoh's power and strength, the sun's radiance, and the very blood that flows through humanity's veins. It's most closely associated with the wicked Set, and thus highly vilified- but both Lords Ra and Amun are associated with red as well. Ladies Sekhmet, Bast, Tefnut, and Mafdet are all closely connected to the color, the red glow of the Eye of Ra and the sun's protective power. Lady Isis' Tjet was crafted from red jasper, as have every holy recreation after it. Masculine figures were depicted as reddish brown- demy being the name of the specific hue- signifying the tanning of their skin as a result of their outdoor duties."

"Often erroneously stated as deshr's opposite, green- wadj- is peace, harmony, life sustaining vegetation. However, as the cycle of life is innate in all matters therein, deshr is also death, resurrection, and the afterlife. Lord Osiris' skin was tinged green upon his rebirth, many depictions exacerbating this feature in much the same way they do Set's red features. The stone malachite- representative of joyfulness, and sacred to Lady Hathor among others- and the papyrus plant are present in the hieroglyph for wadj."

"Blue- irtyu- holds many meanings of great importance. It is vital within spirituality, featuring in tomb paintings and adorning temple ceilings. It represents the divine aspect of being. Of existing. Lord Amun, the very first netjer, is often depicted with blue skin- as is the creator Nu, from which everything originated. Blue is water; not only life, but origin, fluidity, infinity. It is also the sky, the heavens, the vast universe. It is magic. Lady Ma'at's robes are blue for its cosmic qualities. We netjer were depicted at times with hair like precious lapis lazuli, or 'khesbedj.' I, myself, have a close association with irtyu as well. It is heavily associated with order on account of Lady Ma'at- but let it be remembered that the same calm, hydrating waters can become destructive floods and hold suffocating depths."

"Yellow- khenet or kenit- represents that which is eternal and indestructible; the Pharaoh, his power, his kingdom. A lighter shade of kenit was used for the skin of women and powerful officials, as they remained indoors most of the time. Impossibly still more perdurable than kenit is nebu- gold. It is the rays of the sun, the influence of Lord Ra himself, and godly power. It was belied we netjer had skin made of nebu, and bones of hedj- While I can assure this is not precisely the case, the precious metals are nevertheless closely associated with the gods. When depicted in paintings, gold is used for the netjer."

"Ah- I really could go on about color in beloved Kemet's beliefs and culture, but you mortals do not have the time to spare. Not in this life, at least. The condensed summaries will have to suffice."

#They're Listening... : asks #(Another) Unknown Entity : anonymous #Scribe of the Gods : Thoth #[ Thoth and I both vibrating with Color Symbology Infodump ]

[gobboguy]

Chapter 26: Poison at the Pinnacle

Days blurred together as Ionia teetered on the precipice of starvation. Her once resilient frame had withered under the strain of deprivation, the gauntness of her features reflecting the toll exacted by the isolation atop the Swordmaster's Pinnacle. Recent rainfall offered a precious lifeline, allowing her to stretch her dwindling water supply, but the relentless hunger persisted.

The disks of food, ominous reminders of the potential poison concealed within, remained untouched. Ionia's mistrust, a result of Lyra's malevolent twist, left her in a desperate dance with hunger. She stared forlornly at the pack beneath her feeble lean-to, the food within holding both sustenance and peril.

Meditation, once a refuge for the novice Swordmaster, proved insufficient to quell the gnawing emptiness within. Her stomach, a relentless percussion of need, growled loudly, echoing through the desolate heights of the Pinnacle. Despite her attempts to focus inward, the pangs of hunger persisted, a dissonant symphony that reverberated through the solitude.

A desperate contemplation gripped Ionia as she stared at the concealed food. What lesson did Lyra intend to impart through this trial of deprivation? The enigma of Swordmaster training unfolded in the cruel choices laid before her. Was it a test of resilience, a crucible through which the inner fire must burn brighter, or a lesson in the art of sacrifice? The answers eluded her, obscured by the shadows that clung to the ancient stones of the Pinnacle. Ionia, trapped in the harsh embrace of solitude, grappled with the weight of the lessons concealed within the cruel dance between sustenance and poison.

Driven by desperation and the need for survival, Ionia delved deep into her inner reserves. In the silent enclave atop the Swordmaster's Pinnacle, she sought to recall the teachings that had brought her to this precipice. Focusing inward, she tapped into the wellspring of the Inner Fire, a force that extended beyond the honing of muscles. As realization dawned, she understood that this potent energy could be harnessed to amplify all her senses.

A tentative exploration ensued as she picked up one of the disks of food from her pack. The delicate balance of life and poison hung in the air, and Ionia hesitated, her senses on high alert. With a cautious sniff, she unleashed the power of the Inner Fire on her olfactory senses. The smell, once a muted background note, came into sharp focus. The bitter tang of the poisoned disk stung her nostrils, a revelation that made her heart race.

Sorting through the disks with newfound clarity, Ionia identified the one free from the taint of poison. As she bit into the sustenance, a surge of strength and confidence coursed through her, a fleeting reprieve from the relentless grip of hunger. Yet, the stark reality remained—this solitary disk could not sustain her through the remaining days.

A profound choice lay ahead, a leap into the unknown as she considered consuming one of the poison-laden disks. The cruel test before her extended beyond the physical realm, tapping into the essence of her spirit and the mastery of the Swordmaster's art. With determination etched on her face, Ionia finally decided on the path she must take.

In a moment of grim resolve, Ionia steeled herself for the harrowing leap into the unknown. One of the poison-laden disk lay in her hands, its bitter scent of almonds wrinkling her nose in anticipation. With a deep breath, she harnessed the power of the Inner Fire, seeking to turn it inward—beyond the realm of heightened senses and honed muscles.

The weight of the impending choice pressed upon her as she bit into the toxic offering. The bitter taste invaded her senses, a cruel reminder of the perilous gamble she had undertaken. Swallowing quickly, she set the now-infamous disk down and assumed a lotus position, her resolve unwavering.

As the poison coursed through her system, Ionia delved into the sanctuary of meditation. Time, an elusive concept in the quiet confines of the Pinnacle, seemed to slow down. With each breath, she focused on the teachings ingrained by her training, seeking to elevate her body to a state of absolute perfection.

The Inner Fire, once a source of external mastery, now blazed within her, a guiding light in the crucible of transformation. Ionia's form remained motionless, the dance of meditation concealing the tumult within. The poison, a malevolent force, mingled with the fires of her spirit, birthing an alchemical reaction that defied the boundaries of mortal endurance.

In this suspended moment, Ionia faced the profound convergence of fate and choice. The Swordmaster's training, a tapestry of physical and spiritual mastery, unfolded in the quietude of her meditation. As time wove its intricate threads, the outcome of her decision hung in the balance, an indelible mark on the canvas of her journey within the enigmatic folds of the Swordmaster's path.

The poison, once a malevolent intruder in Ionia's body, began its sinister dance within her stomach. With a heightened awareness fueled by the Inner Fire, she felt the toxic molecules seeping into her system, a perilous journey intended to ravage her organs. Determined, Ionia stoked the Inner Fire, using it to amplify her metabolism. In this altered state of perception, it was as if she could see the molecular ballet within her body.

With a focused intensity, Ionia manipulated the very building blocks of her existence. She visualized the molecules, altering their positions with precision, neutralizing the encroaching poison. The dance within her accelerated, a symphony of metabolic reactions guided by the masterful strokes of her inner fire. Faster and faster she moved, a force of nature rendering the poison into harmless byproducts.

When she opened her eyes, a satisfying fullness greeted her—a testament to her triumph over the insidious threat. The organs, her loyal sentinels, had worked tirelessly to filter out the poison. The poison had been neutralized, leaving only the sustenance to sustain her. Hours had passed, and now the moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow over the Pinnacle. Ionia, standing tall, greeted the celestial expanse with a sense of accomplishment.

The whispered breezes carried the promise of two more weeks of solitary endurance, but Ionia, bathed in the soft luminescence of the night, cared little for the passage of time. In this triumphant moment, the Swordmaster's training had revealed its transformative power. Ionia had not merely survived; she had conquered the crucible, emerging resilient and indomitable in the face of the challenges that lay ahead.

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Buddha Sculpture: An Integral Piece to Foster Tranquility in Your Interior Decor

Understanding the Essence of Buddha Sculpture

The allure of a Buddha sculpture lies in its ability to project a sense of calm and serenity into any space it occupies. Historically, these figures have been emblematic of peace, compassion, and knowledge, elements deeply enshrined within Buddhist practices. When incorporated into interior decor, they serve not only as decorative items but also as conduits for the philosophical teachings of the Buddha. Each curve, posture, and expression of these sculptures communicates a silent message intended to instill a state of contemplation and spiritual reflection in the onlooker. The presence of such a sculpture has the transformative power to modulate the ambiance of its environment, soothing the minds of inhabitants and invoking a meditative state that aligns with the tranquility of Zen spaces.

Exudes tranquility

Imbues the surroundings with spiritual energy

Serves as a reminder of Buddha's teachings

Embracing the Aesthetics of a Graceful Buddha Statue

Incorporating a Graceful Buddha Statue into an environment does more than complement the aesthetics; it is an immersion into a state of grace. The statue stands, or sits, not just in stillness but also in the embodiment of calm and collected spiritual energy that can influence and transform your personal or work space. The elaborate details on its robes, the serene disposition portrayed in the statue’s face, and the delicate lotus position it might adopt all collaboratively exude a vibe of enlightenment, mindfulness, and an understanding beyond the physical realm. Such a figure is more than a simple decorative element; it is a cultural expression and a personal statement of one’s commitment to harmony, a meaningful addition that denotes wisdom and stimulates a tranquil ambiance.

Enhances expression of culture

Stimulates spiritual peace

Signifies wisdom and understanding

Evaluating the Craftsmanship of Buddha Sculptures

The artistic quality of a Buddha sculpture can be assessed by examining the material from which it is made, along with the meticulousness of its design. The choice of material—be it bronze, wood, marble, or even a precious metal—considerably contributes to the life span, aesthetic value, and the sculpture's overall spiritual emanation. The durability of marble, the warm appeal of wood, and the grandeur of brass each bring its unique essence to the sculpture. Artists and craftsmen instill lifelike qualities within these inanimate materials, creating an intricately detailed piece that can capture the spirit of Buddha's teachings and endure through the years. It is this intricate design work, combined with the material quality, that makes these sculptures lasting treasures.

Long lasting

Intricate designs and patterns

Variety of materials

Coveted Styles of Buddha Sculptures

Buddha sculptures are interpreted artistically in various styles, each distinctive in the message it conveys and the style it represents. The following list encapsulates some of the most admired forms that these sculptures take:

Meditating Buddha symbolizing enlightenment and inner peace.

Teaching Buddha – Representing the dissemination of wisdom and the Eightfold Path.

Laughing Buddha – known for bringing happiness, prosperity, and contentment.

These styles each offer a visual narrative of the Buddha's life and philosophies and have significant importance within Buddhist traditions and practices.

Sourcing Authentic Buddha Sculptures in India

The procurement of authentic Buddha sculptures in India is rooted in the country's rich history of craftsmanship. Traditional artisans, many of whom have inherited their skills through generations, continue to create these exquisite artworks following age-old techniques. The table below highlights renowned places known for their original Buddha sculptures:

Location

Specialization

Material Used

Bodh Gaya

Traditional Buddhist sculptures

Stone, Bronze

Sarnath

Artwork inspired by the first sermon of the Buddha

Sandstone, Wood

Dharamshala

Tibetan style Buddha Statues

Metal, Precious Stones

Authentic materials, coupled with inherited crafting processes, ensure the uniqueness and spiritual authenticity of each piece.

Positioning Your Buddha Sculpture

The placement of a Buddha statue as a gift within a space is of fundamental importance. It is not merely about aesthetics but involves the spiritual doctrine that the presence of the Buddha can sanctify and purify the environment. Preferred locations, where their presence is most effective, typically include:

On an altar, providing a focal point for prayer and meditation.

In an entrance hall, offering a peaceful welcome to guests and residents alike.

Nestled within a garden, it transforms the outdoors into a serene haven.

When positioned thoughtfully, these sculptures emanate positive energy that can elevate mood and contribute to a spiritual atmosphere at home.

Cleaning and Maintaining Your Buddha Sculpture

The care of a Buddha sculpture is as much a ritual as it is a necessity to preserve its appearance and integrity. Different materials will require specific maintenance routines, and the intricacy of the design might call for delicate handling. A wood sculpture, for example, might periodically need a light dusting, while a marble piece could benefit from more intensive cleaning with mild detergents. Regular attention ensures that the sculpture retains its lustrous sheen and continues to inspire through its undiminished beauty.

Extend the life of the sculpture

Apply appropriate cleaning methods

Regular maintenance

Engaging with the Symbolism of Buddha Sculpture

Buddha sculptures do more than adorn a space; they serve as repositories of rich symbolism and are a source of daily learning and engagement with Buddhist philosophy. Understanding the meaning behind the mudras (hand gestures), the various postures, and the attributes displayed by the sculpture provide insight into the teachings of Buddhism. The table below outlines typical symbolic features and their associated meanings:

Symbolic Feature

Associated Meaning

Mudra of Teaching

Dissemination of knowledge and the Buddha's teachings

Lotus Seat

Purity and detachment from worldly troubles

Eyes Half-closed

Meditation, looking inward for enlightenment

Smile serene

Peace and compassion

These details connect adherents and admirers to the tenets of Buddhist philosophy and offer spiritual engagement beyond the purely visual.

Choosing the Perfect Buddha Sculpture

Selecting the serene Buddha statue for your space can be a reflective and intimate journey that mirrors one's personal quest for peace and understanding. One must consider their own aspirations and find a sculpture that echoes their values and enhances their intended ambiance. It is an intersection of personal belief, artistic appreciation, and spiritual affinity. When chosen thoughtfully, the perfect sculpture harmonizes with its environment and the individual's spiritual path, becoming more than an object, but a catalyst for introspection and personal growth.

Attune with personal beliefs

Amplify desired ambiance

Journey of self-discovery

Making Buddha Sculpture More than a Decorative Piece

A Buddha Sculpture far surpasses its role as a decorative item; it is an epitome of spirituality ingrained within a space. Its silent presence is a testament to the eternal teachings of Buddha, inviting a process of continual learning and application of philosophical principles. As it stands within a living space, it becomes a gentle reminder of the possibility of peace and serenity in the bustling rhythms of daily life. It anchors one's surroundings in spirituality, encourages a lifestyle that embraces mindfulness, and serves as a guiding light towards serenity and peace.

Evokes spirituality

Subtly influences lifestyle

Serves as a constant beacon of peace and serenity

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Immerse Yourself in India's Majesty: A 6-Day Golden Triangle Tour

Indulge in a meticulously crafted itinerary designed to unveil the essence of India's royal heritage and cultural tapestry within a condensed yet enriching 6-day journey. The Golden Triangle Tour expertly weaves together the historical and architectural highlights of Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur, offering a comprehensive and captivating exploration of these iconic destinations.

Delhi: A Metropolis Steeped in History

Witness the grandeur: Immerse yourself in the majesty of the Red Fort, a testament to Mughal power and architectural prowess. Stand beneath its imposing walls and imagine the echoes of emperors who once resided within.

Soar to new heights: Ascend the spiraling minaret of Qutub Minar, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that whispers tales of ancient dynasties. Marvel at the intricate carvings and the breathtaking panoramas of the city below.

Seek serenity: Find solace amidst the ethereal beauty of the Lotus Temple, its lotus-like form reflecting the tranquility within. Immerse yourself in the vibrant colors and spiritual aura of this architectural masterpiece.

Delve into the vibrant heart: Explore the bustling lanes of Chandni Chowk, a historical market teeming with spices, textiles, and trinkets. Uncover hidden treasures and experience the pulsating energy of this iconic Delhi district.

Agra: Where Love Takes Form in Stone

Witness the pinnacle of romance: Stand in awe before the Taj Mahal, a monument to eternal love that transcends time. Let its pristine white marble, intricate inlay work, and reflecting pools captivate your senses.

Unravel Mughal grandeur: Step into the imposing Agra Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that housed Mughal emperors and their extravagant court. Explore its labyrinthine courtyards, gardens, and mosques, each whispering stories of a bygone era.

Beyond the Taj: Discover the hidden gems of Agra, from the serene gardens of Mehtab Bagh to the intricate craftsmanship of the Itmad-ud-Daula's Tomb. Immerse yourself in the city's rich tapestry and uncover its lesser-known treasures.

Jaipur: The Pink City's Fairytale Palette

Step into a royal wonderland: Wander through the opulent chambers and courtyards of the City Palace, a kaleidoscope of vibrant murals, intricate mirror work, and precious artifacts. Feel the echoes of royalty and imagine the lives of Maharajas who once resided within.

Capture the whimsical charm: Stand mesmerized by the Hawa Mahal, or "Palace of Winds," its delicate pink sandstone latticework whispering secrets on the desert breeze. Picture royal ladies peeking out from behind these screens, adding to the city's enchanting allure.

Embrace the Rajput legacy: Ascend to the hilltop Amber Fort, a formidable Rajput fortress overlooking the city. Ride elephants up its ramparts, explore its secret passages, and be rewarded with breathtaking panoramas of Jaipur sprawling beneath you.

This 6-day Golden Triangle tour is more than just sightseeing; it's a cultural immersion that leaves you with lasting memories and a deeper understanding of India's rich heritage. From the bustling streets of Delhi to the serene gardens of Agra and the vibrant palaces of Jaipur, every moment promises a unique and enriching experience.

So, embark on this meticulously crafted journey and discover the magic of the Golden Triangle. Let its vibrant colors, captivating history, and timeless stories weave their spell on you.

Remember, this itinerary can be customized to your interests and preferences. Whether you're a history buff, a cultural enthusiast, or an adventurer seeking unique experiences, the Golden Triangle awaits your exploration.

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[rarest-sapphire-gemstone]

All About Sapphire Gemstone: Colours, Cuts, and Variations

Blue, Yellow, and Red are the three main colors that Sapphire Gemstone can be found in. In addition, the color spectrum can be divided into a wide variety of additional colors and color nuances, ranging from light to dark. The trace components in the mineral corundum give sapphires their color. Iron and titanium are the main components of traditional blue sapphires. Chromium is an extra element that gives corundum its pink hue. The presence of more chromium turns a sapphire more reddish, turning it into a ruby.

With over 30 years of experience as exporters and wholesale suppliers of gems and one of the finest collections of different quality cut and loose gemstones that are recognized internationally, Giri Corporation is one of the most important precious and semi precious gemstone traders who trade different types of Sapphire Gemstone.

The first image that comes to mind when someone thinks of sapphires is a deep blue hue. However, natural gemstones are available in nearly all colors of the rainbow including pink, rose, violet, yellow, orange, green, blue-green, and white (colorless). Padparadscha sapphire is the rarest sapphire color and a unique rarity. It is a special color combination of pink-orange or orange-pink. There are also "color-changing" and "two-color" sapphires.

Padparadscha Sapphire:

The word "Padparadscha", which in German means "lotus flower," has its roots in the Sri Lankan tongue of Sinhala. The Padparadscha Sapphire, like the flower from which it gets its name, mesmerizes onlookers with a special play of colors that are closely related to the island of Sri Lanka and the culture of its people. 

Padparadscha is sometimes referred to as a "Salmon Color," and its hue has been likened to the warm sparkle of a Sri Lankan sunset. The stunning Padparadscha color is the least common sapphire color, and as a result, Padparadscha sapphires frequently sell for values that are significantly higher than those of sapphires with more common colors.

The term "Padparadscha sapphire" was used to refer to a variety of yellowish-orange and reddish-orange sapphires. Today, the majority of reputable gemological labs agree that only stones that fall within a specific, well-defined range of "Pinkish Orange" to "Orange-Pink" colors with low to medium saturation still have the right to carry this honorable name.

In addition to meeting the standards for color and saturation, a Padparadscha sapphire must also have an even spread of color and not have undergone any additional processing beyond simple heating.

King of sapphires

The color of padparadscha is an orange-pink mixture. However, there isn't just one shade of padparadscha; rather, the color ranges from orange-pink to pink-orange. Sri Lanka was regarded as the only legitimate nation of origin for Padparadscha sapphires for a very long time. 

But recently, gems have been discovered in Tanzania, Madagascar, and Vietnam that have been considered to possess the saturation and color necessary to merit the name Padparadscha sapphire. For this incredibly uncommon and exotic sapphire color, it is also common to hear the name "Padparadscha, the king of sapphires". ‍

Fancy Sapphires:

A corundum of gem-quality that isn't strictly ruby, blue, or colorless is referred to as a fancy sapphire. An endless variety of colors can be found in the mineral corundum. If it is red, it is referred to as a "ruby," if it is blue, it is referred to as a "sapphire," and if it is translucent, it is referred to as a "white sapphire" or leuco sapphire. 

The term "fancy sapphire" is used to describe all other colors of gem-quality corundum. In a wider sense, fancy sapphires refer to any sapphire that is not blue and is sold on the market. Pink, orange, yellow, green, purple, and violet are the colors of fancy sapphires, according to this description.

Pastel Sapphires:

All sapphires are available in pale pastel or pastel-colored hues. These hues are distinguished by light tones and minimal saturation. For instance, the color pastel blue originates in Sri Lanka, Burma, Kashmir, Madagascar, Tanzania, and Montana (USA). In recent years, pastel diamonds have grown in popularity. They are particularly well-liked jewelry among younger jewelry enthusiasts, in part because of their glow and brightness, which give them a "fresh" and "modern" appearance. ‍ ‍

White Sapphires:

Colorless sapphires are also known as "white sapphires," "colorless sapphires," or "leuco sapphires." These pure white sapphires are an alternative to white diamonds; they can be extremely pure, have a different refraction, and are much less expensive in bigger carat counts. White sapphires with a delicate tint, also known as "Champagne" sapphires or sapphires with a champagne tone, are very beautiful. 

Here, however, it is important to note that the term "champagne" cannot be precisely defined and does not denote a particular shade of sapphire because it is also frequently used to refer to light yellow, orange, or pink sapphires, the latter of which resembles a very light "peach" or morganite color. ‍ ‍

Get in Touch, white Sapphire Gemstone that have a faint blue, yellow, or pink tint are also known as "white-blueish," "white-yellowish," and "white-pinkish," and they are also lighter than sapphires with pastel hues. They are more uncommon than pure white sapphires and mostly come from Sri Lanka. 

They have a special charm and a distinctive color shine. The appearance smoothly changes from being completely white in direct sunlight to the corresponding light shade or hue that is more noticeable in the shadow. ‍ ‍

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61. "The Way Out". Introduction to The Yoga Sikha Upanishad, "The Exploration of the Mysteries of the Peak of Yoga."

We just survived the Laughing Husbandman and are working on the Yoga Kundalini Upanishad, uncoiling all his driving power. Woof!

To maintain our momentum, we are now also starting the Yoga Sikha Upanishad the Exploration of the Peak of Practice.

The Yoga Shikha Upanishad probably originated from the 13th century. This extract from the first chapter perhaps present the earliest known tantric view of Hatha yoga and Raja yoga. This Upanishad is also the oldest text in which the two terms are defined.

Tantra is the application of religious poetry to the stark realities of life. This is done via gross physical practice and also the subtle.

The introduction dovetails with my closing remarks on the Varaha Upanishad regarding how we humans tend to be a stupid, stupid species that yearns for salvation but sins anyway.

Sins are not to be performed over and over they and their driving power, the desire to get away with being bad must come to an end.

This has to happen within the self, within all selves, and then what is left of our time and effort must pay homage to the Self, the unwritten reality left behind by God as a very precious gift to all sentient beings.

If this includes you, fight like hell against the rest for the chance to figure out what should happen next.

Here begins the Upanishad. It is messy, strewn with Sanskrit terms that should not be worrisome this time around. I will sift out the importance of each phrase and leave the proper impression behind. That is essentially what this first portion states:

First Chapter

“All the living beings are surrounded by the net of illusion, Oh God, Parameshwara, Oh God of Gods, How will they attain salvation? Be kind enough to tell.” Asked Lord Brahma to Lord Parameshwara and he replied as follows:

1.1 Some people say that the only way out is Jnana (knowledge). To attain occult powers, that alone will not suffice.

How can Jnana without Yoga lead to salvation? It is also true that Yoga alone without Jnana will not lead to salvation. So the one who aims at salvation, should learn Jnana and Yoga together.

1.2 Like a rope ties a bird, the minds of all living beings are tied. Enquiries and researches do not affect the tie of this mind. So the only way to win over this mind is through victory over Prana. There is no other option to get victory over Prana except Yoga and there are no methods except those shown by Siddhas.

1.3 So I am teaching you this Yoga Shika (head of all yogas). It is greater than all Jnanas. After sitting in either Padmasana (lotus position) or any other Asana, and after concentrating the sight to the tip of the nose and after controlling both the hands and legs, meditate on the letter ‘Om’ with a concentrated mind. If one continuously meditates on Parameshwara, he would become an expert in yoga and the Parameshwara would appear before him.

We are back to basics in spite of the sophisticated discussions that took place in the Yoga Kundalini Upanishad. Why did we go back down the mountain and are now being instructed to climb back up?

This happens a great deal in the Torah, too, see my post on the Geography of the Torah, which is littered with hills and mountains one must climb just to descend one after the other. Why, is explained from this excerpt:

Read this from Parsha Vayetzei, "Jacob Awakes From Sleep":

16 When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I was not aware of it.” 17 He was afraid and said, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.”

18 Early the next morning Jacob took the stone he had placed under his head and set it up as a pillar and poured oil on top of it. 19 He called that place Bethel,[c] though the city used to be called Luz. “a twisted person, but because of the First Stone he became a leader.]

=so the Temple, the House of God, AKA the human body upon turning inward and beginning the climb is how twisted men become straight, as in rightly guided pillars of their communities. 

20 Then Jacob made a vow, saying, “If God will be with me and will watch over me on this journey I am taking and will give me food to eat and clothes to wear 21 so that I return safely to my father’s household, then the Lord[d] will be my God 22 and[e] this stone that I have set up as a pillar will be God’s house, and of all that you give me I will give you a tenth.”

=food to eat is the Script, the clothes to wear is the identity of someone who is eager to make the future an era that honors tradition but is responsive to how times have changed. 

We change our clothes based on the weather, the activity, the occasion...mankind must be versatile in his identification with history and times oncoming. 

Jacob Arrives in Paddan Aram “The Ultimate Upgrade”

29 Then Jacob continued on his journey and came to the land of the eastern peoples “those who face east= the Juice”. 2 There he saw a well in the open country, with three flocks of sheep lying near it because the flocks were watered from that well. The stone over the mouth of the well was large. 3 When all the flocks were gathered there, the shepherds would roll the stone away from the well’s mouth and water the sheep. Then they would return the stone to its place over the mouth of the well.

4 Jacob asked the shepherds, “My brothers, where are you from?”

“We’re from Harran,” they replied.

5 He said to them, “Do you know Laban, Nahor’s grandson?”

“Yes, we know him,” they answered.

6 Then Jacob asked them, “Is he well?”

“Yes, he is,” they said, “and here comes his daughter Rachel with the sheep.”

7 “Look,” he said, “the sun is still high; it is not time for the flocks to be gathered. Water the sheep and take them back to pasture.”

8 “We can’t,” they replied, “until all the flocks are gathered and the stone has been rolled away from the mouth of the well. Then we will water the sheep.”

=Jacob the Follower is now out on his own “climbing” and meets others who have climbed. They meet at an open well where the reflection of God is clear, but it is vaulted by a large stone. The stone is Issahchar or “Fortune”. 

The men who have climbed will bring the ewe sheep AKA Rachel, the followers, to the Well which is vaulted by Fortune, which is taught and doled out by leaders, AKA those who dream of Reuben.

9 While he was still talking with them, Rachel came with her father’s sheep, for she was a shepherd. 10 When Jacob saw Rachel daughter of his uncle Laban “pure white”, and Laban’s sheep, he went over and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered his uncle’s sheep. 11 Then Jacob kissed Rachel and began to weep aloud. 12 He had told Rachel that he was a relative of her father and a son of Rebekah. So she ran and told her father.

=The Follower, on a sojourn east and upward towards the sun, met the shepherd, the daughter of the untarnished future. Fortune was revealed within the Self. The follower was descended from the past which can be surpassed by realizing the Pure Self in the present

Without "reflection", constant meditation on Parameshwara, on the cause of life that begins with the breath and runs from the line of sight past the tip of the nose into the world, we are naught but breathing, shitting, peeing, cumming bags of waste that do nothing but wait for the body to expire. Like a dog that leaves without even leaving a note!

And where is the reflection of God the clearest, you're not going to believe it, but at the edge of the anus. Follow the leader!

The climb continues as we read more of Chapter 1.

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Novel-Fey Evolution Merchant-Fey Evolution Merchant Chapter 98 power glove Soon after communicating, the Moon Empress was rather regretful. Does it appear too noticeable that I would like to take him as a disciple? In that thinking, Lin Yuan became a lot more anxious. Unbeknownst to Lin Yuan, another individual was far more perturbed than him. “Envoy Cool Moon, then I shall provide Very long Tao backside.” Elder Meng could see what was transpiring. Besides Cool Moon and Lin Yuan within the Vibrant Moon Palace, merely the four herbal tea attendants that have been reviewing Lin Yuan curiously and Ling Xiao were left behind. The interior palace was only such as an immortal kingdom. The ma.s.sive lotus lake got a multitude of varieties of lotus fresh flowers he didn't are aware of the leaders of. But following working with Accurate Data to check on, none of the lotus feys have been much less than precious stone-grade. Other than Cold Moon and Lin Yuan within the Vibrant Moon Palace, only four green tea attendants that were checking out Lin Yuan curiously and Ling Xiao were definitely eventually left. If that's the scenario, didn't I create these 100 valuable treasures for absolutely nothing? How come my disciple so considerate!? Elder Meng quickly bowed to Freezing Moon. The quicker scenario with Elder Du obtained really stunned Elder Meng, in case he would articulate outside of flip, he could endure the identical destiny. Nevertheless, the additional 20 drops of Sterling silver Stamen Gold bullion l.you.s.ter Ca.s.sia nectar created Elder Meng so overjoyed that he couldn't include his mouth area. As Elder Meng was preparing to guide Lengthy Tao again, he looked to see Very long Tao position with Lin Yuan. Ling Xiao could be position there and looking at Lin Yuan with relax view, but her cardiovascular system was filled up with delight. She could naturally understand how Cold Moon and Mystic Moon handled Lin Yuan. She may possibly also observe how safety Chilly Moon was toward Lin Yuan. Thus, the risk of Lin Yuan acquiring decided on when the Moon Empress' disciple was already 70Per cent. While wandering inside the hallway, Lin Yuan was experiencing apprehensive. He was about to meet up with one of the about three Cla.s.s 5 Design Experts with the Brilliance Federation, the Moon Empress. In the past, Lin Yuan would have never dreamed that he may make this kind of shut exposure to a pinnacle professional on this period of time. By merely checking out Chilly Moon's att.i.tude toward Lin Yuan, he already believed that Long Tao and Cheng Rui ended up just here to put on a present. However, this trip's gift ideas were definitely already ample to compensate for Elder Meng's discouragement. “Moon Empress, I don't possess any ask for to get your disciple. On the other hand, If only i always can be dependent by myself persistence to walk on my own way.” Freezing Moon didn't bother about Elder Du, who bowed to give thanks to Lin Yuan, and immediately went towards the software. She then said to Elder Meng, who was seeing the reveal, “You may come back just after finding the surprise in the Moon Empress. 3 days later on, I will produce yet another 20 drops of Metallic Stamen Gold bullion l.u.s.ter Ca.s.sia nectar to Elder Meng. Naturally, Elder Meng is forced to enjoy a charade for the Glowing Moon Palace.” If that's the truth, didn't I prepare these 100 valuable treasures for practically nothing? The reason why my disciple so considerate!? The Moon Empress never got any disciple, thus she would agree to one particular, she was really a very little out of place. Even so, immediately after recalling her later master's manner of training, she determined she would indulge her disciple. If that's the way it is, didn't I create these 100 precious treasures for almost nothing? How come my disciple so considerate!? Soon after talking, the Moon Empress was rather regretful. Does it appear to be also noticeable that I wish to accept him to be a disciple? Other than Chilly Moon and Lin Yuan within the Radiant Moon Palace, simply the four tea attendants which were taking a look at Lin Yuan curiously and Ling Xiao were definitely left behind. The young lady in the moon robes was carrying her chin and studying the brocade cardboard boxes around the rack. She was uncertain whether she should bring out additional priceless treasures. When Lin Yuan's footsteps received nearer, the Moon Empress could already notice them obviously. She had taken a deep air and reverted to her standard att.i.tude. In that idea, Lin Yuan turned out to be much more tense. Unbeknownst to Lin Yuan, another individual was much more perturbed than him. By merely taking a look at Chilly Moon's att.i.tude toward Lin Yuan, he already realized that Very long Tao and Cheng Rui have been just here to put on a demonstrate. Nonetheless, this trip's presents had been already more than enough to make up for Elder Meng's discouragement. Lin Yuan laughed heartily and stated, “It is just a compact matter.” Just after seeing and hearing and seeing Lin Yuan's grin, Prolonged Tao didn't know why he begun chuckling too. “If Brother Yuan may have meals on the Noble Budget, remember to consider me for any drink.” Ling Xiao is likely to be position there and looking at Lin Yuan with relaxed eye, but her heart was full of pleasure. She could naturally observe how Chilly Moon and Mystic Moon dealt with Lin Yuan. She could also see how shielding Cold Moon was toward Lin Yuan. As a result, the chance of Lin Yuan getting picked as the Moon Empress' disciple was already 70%. sitting bull at the spirit lake massacre The Moon Empress checked out the brocade packing containers and couldn't assist but recall the arena when she was youthful together with her become an expert in. Though reminiscing, the Moon Empress was upset which the roots of her the teeth started to pain. Following talking, the Moon Empress was rather regretful. Does it appear far too clear that I wish to admit him for a disciple? By merely taking a look at Ice cold Moon's att.i.tude toward Lin Yuan, he already recognized that Prolonged Tao and Cheng Rui had been just here to put on a present. However, this trip's items were actually already plenty of to make up for Elder Meng's disappointment. The lady during the moon robes was positioning her chin and examining the brocade bins about the rack. She was unclear whether she should reveal additional important treasures. Elder Du quickly apologized to Cold Moon once more before he dragged Cheng Rui out of the Inclined Moon Mountain in a upsetting disposition. Lin Yuan was very clever. As he have been ascending the Leaning Moon Mountain peak with Mystic Moon, he has been focusing on the talk between Elder Meng. Elder Du, and Ling Xiao. He obtained identified that the purpose of going to this put could possibly be to be the Moon Empress' disciple, also it was the good profit that Elder Ning ended up being jealous of. “Envoy Cold Moon, then I shall deliver Longer Tao lower back.” Elder Meng could see what was going on. If that's the way it is, didn't I create these 100 precious treasures for practically nothing? The reason why my disciple so thoughtful!? When going down the hill, Elder Du especially discontinued midway the hill just before he extended on his way down again. Elder Du didn't get the facial area to meet up with with Elder Meng, who experienced obtained great benefits, right this moment. Just after communicating, the Moon Empress was rather regretful. Does it seem too clear that I wish to agree to him as being a disciple? Inside the interior palace was obviously a lady which had been organizing brocade bins using a holder from the aspect in the lotus lake even though muttering some thing, “…96, 97, 98, 99, 100. 100 items should really be plenty of! I don't learn how to certainly be a Expert both. Will it be very stingy to only give 100 gift items to the precious disciple about the initially assembly?”

#ull #into the unknown piano

[restcouch95]

Vastu tips for accurate placement of Buddha statue and its effects

The North-East quadrant of the house is considered to be the pious zone of tranquility. Even as multipanel wall art rises from the east, its powerful energies penetrate into this corner of the property first. Learned and spiritual souls understand the benefits of tapping into these energies and wake up at dawn to meditate there so that they can merge with the higher power. multi panel canvas , feng shui and vastu consultant, lets you understand the importance of the placement of Buddha statue and its effects. Every property has a ‘vastu-spirit’, also known as ‘vaastu-purush’ residing within it, according to the principles of vastu. Since the head of this ‘vastu-purush’ lies in the North-East direction, it must not be weighed down by placing heavy pieces of furniture there. Doing so would cause a weight in the minds of the occupants of the home too. Hence, activating this corner appropriately directly blesses the residents with immense mental well-being as this corner affects spiritual and cosmic energies. Buddha is a symbol of enlightenment, balance and inner peace. By placing multi panel wall decor or statue of a Buddha in the North-East direction, we can stimulate the high powered energy of this corner. The North-East zone is also ruled by water energy, and hence the Buddha statue can be used in combination with the water element. For Multi Panel Buddha Prints or outdoor space, place the statue of the Buddha beneath some flowering tree, beside, or as a part of a fountain or a pool with sprinklers. Lotus flowers, which are a symbol of peace and purity, and tea light candles can further enhance the serenity of the setting. Buddha Canvas Wall Art must be empowered within the house as well. multipanel wall decor or sculpture placed indoors can have a ‘basket of the five elements of nature’ offered before it to maximize its effect. To create Buddha Wall Art , take a wide but shallow bowl made of metal and fill it with water. Float fresh tender flower petals and immerse semi-precious stones into this bowl. Light candles around it to complete all 5 elements. To capitalize on the vital life force of the North-East corner, ensure that this arrangement is honoured and properly worshipped. The set-up must not be placed under a staircase so as to ensure that we do not figuratively step on it. Furthermore, the corner of Buddha should not share a wall with a toilet, or be beneath a kitchen or toilet of an upper floor. By optimizing the placement of images and symbols, this spiritual zone can then also be used for meditation.

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Labyrinth of the White Lotus or White Stone of Chartres Cathedral. An older Sufi/Egyptian manuscript can be found with this precise, exact pattern, predating the building of Chartres. The Knights Templar, builders of the great Gothic Cathedrals, learned these masonry techniques and sacred geometry from the Gnostic temple builders in the far East. The symbolism holds the same significance as the Ancient Egyptian and Buddhist imagery of the individual rising out of the lotus flower. This is why the Bible mentions the white stone in Revelation 2:17, what Jesus calls the cornerstone, upon which all temples are built, for the ‘Kingdom of God’ is within. - REGIII,32,RAM, ‘Modern Alchemist’

#Chartres Cathedral #Sufi #Sufi mysticism #knights templar #me #white stone #white lotus #buddhism #early christianity #sufism #cornerstone #holy grail #lapis exilis #Lapis philosophorum #mani stone #om mani padme hum #the precious stone within the lotus #precious stone #the stone that the builders rejected #the philosopher's stone #Rosarium Philosophorum #philosopher's stone #gnostic gems #gnosticism #gnostic

[softinkshadows]

Hot spring tales (Hisoka x female reader)

A Hisoka x female reader one-shot, with a sprinkle of Chrollo.

Situated in the HxH universe with canon timeline.

Disclaimer: nsfw, contains smut and explicit sex (but we know you're here for that)

Word count: 5000++ (wow did i just write 5000 words of smutty smut)

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Pale, slender fingers tap against the phone screen. He finds the contact he is looking for and dials the number, raising the phone to his ear. Around him, dusk settles over the ragged terrain of the Gordeau desert. The wind gains in strength, almost pushing his combed black hair free.  The phone rings for a few seconds before the person on the other end picks up.

“Did you figure it out already?”

“Probably,” he says, his grey eyes catching the last wisps of fading light to the west. “The nen exorcist may very well be on Greed Island, which is East of York New. It seems you will need to enter the game as well.”

“Shall I procure one of Battera’s? He did buy all of the ones auctioned this time round.”

“No, that risks complicating things. What we need is a game privately owned by someone who is easily contactable, allows us to stay untraceable, preferably one who we wouldn’t have to kill and is reasonable towards helping…” he trails off, realizing that there is indeed someone who matches the conditions, someone who he would very much like to avoid for the time being… The irony of fate, he thinks, grimacing in irritation.

“It seems we will need to pay a visit to her.”

“Her?”

“I will send the address over to you. It’ll take me at least a day to get there, so you should start moving first. It would be better if you were the one handling negotiations this time round. And avoid mentioning my name, or the troupe’s.”

“Oh?” the voice on the other end piques with curiosity.

“We have… history. I’ll trust that you can strike a deal by the time I’m there?”

“Of course. After all, the chance to fight you is on the line.” He can almost hear the other man smirking gleefully through the phone.

“It’ll be dangerous, so try your best to be good, or our deal is off. Consider this a warning, Hisoka.”

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You find yourself back at your quarters after dinner, alone in the large dressing room. Looking in the mirror, you arrange your hair neatly around your bun, making sure to tidy it for the next wave of customers tonight.

The underground auction has recently ended, and more people are flocking to your establishment. Kurohasu Onsen (Black Lotus Onsen) is renowned as the gathering-place for anybody who is somebody: a bathhouse that functions as neutral ground for politicians, powerful members of the mafia and hunters who have ties to the underworld to carry out business negotiations. A safe haven for murderers and thieves. All are welcome, although at a hefty price. The exorbitant entry fee is itself a gatekeeper of accessibility, and many have brought treasures and precious artefacts in the hope of gaining your favour. As weapons are allowed for protection, fights inevitably break out, but rarely do they erupt into something serious. All staff at the onsen are strong nen-users who pay close watch to customer behaviour. They have nen-restrainers on hand to subdue feisty ability users, and if not, there’s you, whose mysterious yet formidable presence is enough to elicit compliance. It is not uncommon to see off customers with missing limbs and near-fatal injuries, a warning punishment for breaking the establishment’s regulations. Furthermore, it is the iron-clad rule that the onsen is the one place where truce is enforced, upheld, respected. And you, the infamous proprietor, the black lotus of Kurohasu Onsen, are not someone to be crossed. Your customers are well aware of this.

You get up, ready to leave, when you turn to look at the mirror again. Your black onyx hairpin fits in and across your bun, easily reachable within seconds. Your eyes travel down to look at the black shimmering contours of your silk robe with its ornate floral embroidery, opening at two slits that end above the knee, the garment tied fittingly at the waist with a scarlet obi sash. Presentable, you hum in approval, before walking out the door.

Your secretary Esa is already waiting. “Give me updates,” You demand.

She follows you briskly down the corridor as you make your rounds to greet notable clients. Esa does this every three hours, reciting the list of new guests checked in since the last report, the rooms they booked, the meetings they have arrived for, and the fees paid. You remember everything, noting the ones who offer presents not entirely up to standard, or troublesome ones with a sketchy behavioural record.

“A while ago, a Hisoka Morow checked into the deluxe room. 50,000 Jenny a night for 2 nights, with a possible extension.”

The name catches you slightly off guard. You have never met the man, but from your intel he’s one of the most sought-after fighters at Heaven’s Arena. And a dangerous murderer too. But as far as you know, the man works alone and doesn’t get involved with politics. Why would someone like him be here?

“He has a meeting?” you turn to Esa.

“If he had, he did not say. Most likely for leisure, though. The onsen is famous for its baths too,” replied your attendant matter-of-factly.

You pause for a while to think, before calling over a male security staff with a wave of a finger. “Keep tabs on Hisoka. Let me know if he’s up to anything.” The staff bows and immediately embarks on fulfilling your order. You return to your duties for now, but the seed of suspicion and uneasiness does not go away.

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“Ahh… now this is not bad,” Hisoka smiles to himself as he climbs into the water. He rests his head against the smooth stone edge of the outdoor bath, watching the steam lift gently from the softly rippling surface. When Chrollo told him about this place, he expected it to be dim and grimy, trawling with underworld scum. Instead, what greeted him was the pure luxury of mineral-rich baths, large clean rooms and 1000 thread-count sheets. He could get used to this. Not to mention…

His eyes wander over the bath, taking stock of the situation. Being quite late at night, most guests have retired to respective meeting rooms for drinks and negotiations, with only a smattering of visitors, mostly individuals or pairs, left lounging in the outdoor section. The only other people are the ever-present security staff, including one particularly persistent male staff standing at the private viewing balcony above. At least the nen users here are stronger than usual. A slight tremor of pleasure runs through his body, and he runs his fingers through his wet hair to shake the feeling before it builds into bloodlust. It’s been a while since he killed. He is still riled up from two days ago, thanks to the blond runt. And Chrollo, that damn bastard.

He observes the nen-users with half-closed eyes. 75… 80… 85… He evaluates. Not too shabby. Then he senses it. 97!! He feels the sudden presence, an impeccable zetsu with a tinge of icy smoothness and fiery calm toiling beneath its surface. It is enough for him to widen his eyes and sit up straight, a hot tingling sensation travelling down his spine, pleasure surging into his body for a split second, almost goading him into a fight right there and then. Well, what do we have here? He looks to the source of this pressure, golden eyes flashing and meeting yours, as you look down at him from the balcony above.

One look and you know he clearly lives up to his reputation. He is suppressing his power by default, but his presence leaves a slight prickling static in the air which only stronger nen users can detect. He also seems to have noticed you, judging by the slight shift his posture, the electrifying gaze beneath his damp red hair and the sudden tension in the air with his nen flaring, almost breaking its zetsu. Despite the distance, both of you lock eyes for a moment, each one feeling out the other, gauging abilities, locating motives. What the hell is his aim? You face the sheer intensity of his gaze with your own cold, calculating glare, both of you guarding your intentions yet attempting to penetrate through the other’s guise, staring each other down as if in a challenge. No one relents. But you can’t help but feel a rising irritation, that the man sitting naked in the outdoor bath three floors beneath you is getting under your skin, and a distracting kind of warmth creeps in... You look away. You nod to the staff to continue strict monitoring and return to your room.

Hisoka watches you leave, and instinctively his fingers run through his hair again, this time harder than the last. Oh, Chrollo… Don’t tell me that’s her? A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Oh, you were right. This is going to be dangerous.

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You don’t hear any more concerning updates on Hisoka until later the next day. Besides using the baths for extended periods of time, and mild complaints from other guests of his lengthy and uncomfortable stares, he hasn’t caused any trouble. He hasn’t physically contacted anyone either.

“Come again?” you stop abruptly, mid-way through scanning the paper records of this month’s taxes and bills, glancing up at your secretary.

Esa clears her throat and speaks again. “Madam, Hisoka Morow has requested for a meeting with you today.”

Hmph. You scoff a little, your eyes narrowing to ponder the next course of action. You had expected something like this. There is no way someone like him would travel all the way here just to use the baths, let alone without engaging anyone. If his aim is to negotiate matters with you, it must be something quite serious, given that neither of you have gone out of your way to meet with each other previously.

“Shall I cancel?” Esa asks, ready to deliver the order and reject the fool that had the nerve to request a meeting with you on such short notice.

“No. Make it tonight at eleven, after I complete my usual rounds.”

“Understood.”

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It is night, and the onsen quietens for the day. Only the soft rushes of spring water from the outdoor baths and the muffled sounds of late-night negotiations drift by. You find yourself finally seated across from him in one of your private meeting rooms, both of you silent but never once taking your eyes off each other, quietly assessing one another.

Now up close and clothed in a blue yukata, accentuating the red hair that falls close to his shoulders, you can’t help but find him just a little more attractive than you imagined. His golden eyes are calm, steady, even confident, a rarity for anyone for finds them in a room alone with you. Most people would have bowed their head in submission long ago. You keep your own icy composure. But the force of his nen suppressed under zetsu, his incredibly toned body beneath his yukata and that arrogant way he looks at you make your body feel warmer than usual.

When he sees you for the first time that night, seated on the far end of the room, he feels it again. That powerful presence that keeps goading him, that sends electrifying jolts through his body. You’re seated comfortably on the floor, almost reclining, yet the hard, murderous edge of your gaze shows you are constantly on guard. Simply exquisite. He almost licks his lips but controls himself. A fine opponent… to kill? No, no, much too soon… that would be a waste. Chrollo comes first.

The meeting hall is much too large for two people, spanning over 24 tatami in size. On both sides, paper screen doors open out into an elegant view of the autumn trees in the estate, shedding its red delicately in the wind. A long, low black lacquer table in the center of the room separates you and him, each of you seated on either end. Silence continues to hang in the air. A staff gracefully pours a luxurious blend of sencha into the cups, before she places the tea pot and tray on the floor, bows, and takes her leave quickly. You notice Esa hovering by the doorway to the room.

“Esa, you may go.”

“But Madam-” your secretary protests but stops as you give her a glare. She of all people would understand you’re probably the last person in the establishment who needs any form of protection. As her footsteps recede down the hallway outside, you turn back to the man in front of you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you today?”

“It has come to my knowledge,” Hisoka finally speaks, and the slow, sly curl of his tone lights another fire in you, “that you are in possession of one of the most sought-after items in the world of late. I have a pressing need for it and would like to negotiate a deal.”

“I’m a collector of the rarest treasures, so you’re going to have to be more specific,” you scoff, taking a sip of your tea.

“I’m talking about a certain game.”

“Ah, Greed Island,” you retort indifferently, although inwardly puzzled. Why would he go to such lengths just for a game? Didn’t seem like the type. “What makes you think I’ll agree to your request? What is in it for me?”

Hisoka pauses, contemplating something before pushing onwards with a slight smirk. “I’m not sure if you know of a certain man by the name of… Chrollo Lucilfer?”

He waits for the intended effect and sure enough, you react. Immediately, at the mention of the name you’re hit with an unpleasant sensation that makes you grit your teeth, and your eyes blaze with a hint of fury. Without realizing, a cracking sound fills the room as the cast iron tea pot on the floor dents with the force of your nen.

Hisoka looks at the pot quietly before he smiles, lifting the tea cup to his lips, his eyes only growing darker as he trains his gaze on you. Interesting. “May I know, if it’s not too much to ask, the reason for your disdain of the man?”

“I’ve known him for a long time. He tried to kill me twice, once on purpose and the second time by accident. Clearly, he did not succeed,” you say, finishing your tea.

Beautifully exquisite. Another thrill runs through his spine, almost making him tremble with excitement. Perhaps it would be safe to suggest…

“I’m looking for Chrollo. He’s been running from me for a while now, and last I heard he has been spotted hiding out in the game. I would very much like to settle our score soon. Of course, perhaps to your advantage I fully intend on killing him, with pleasure,” Hisoka continues, waving his hand in the air with dismissive complacency.

“If only it were so simple,” you retort, knowing the full potential of Chrollo’s abilities. “And how can I take you for your word?”

“You can’t.”

You look up in mild distaste at Hisoka. What a bastard. You could slit his throat right now, with that cocky expression of his. And yet, your body feels a little hot when he’s looking at you, his gaze ruthlessly penetrating and his nen just on the edge of flaring.

“Name your offer, Hisoka.” You say his name for the first time, aware of how his gaze hardens when you do so, and your body burns with a strange desire which you suppress under the guise of irritation.

“I’m not offering.”

“What?”

“Allow me to use the game, or I will go on to kill everyone in this establishment, including your precious secretary and all your guests. It’s been a while since I had fun and I won’t stop when I do.”

The audacity. You slam your cup on the table and glare at him, your nen bristling beneath the surface. It was a mistake to let him into the bathhouse. And the worst part is that he is right. He could take out everyone except you here with ease, and you’d lose your manpower, your reputation, your business. Everything you worked hard for since leaving meteor city years ago. Perhaps it’ll be wise to dispose of him right here, right now.

In a split second, you draw the long onyx pin from your hair, leaping across the length of the table with such grace and speed that the tea in Hisoka’s cup barely ripples, as you aim for this throat, slicing the air in front of you. He dodges at the last moment, his eyes wild with a feral look as you nick of a few strands of his hair and the sharp edge of your hairpin draws a faint red line along his throat. He grins. He’s clearly enjoying this. He moves to land a counter-attack but you jump away. You’ve put distance between the two of you again; you grip your hair pin, calm and poised for another strike, while he similarly crouches, one hand reaching to stroke the mark you made on his throat.

“Now you’re just getting me excited,” his voice drops to a low purr.

Here you are, seconds after nearly killing him, and you feel your body reacting to his voice and his unapologetic desire. You know you have the power to end him, yet a tingling sensation creeps over the lower half of your body. You can feel sweat starting to gather around your stomach, while another warm wetness pools further below, between your legs. It’s been so long since anyone made you feel this way. Not since… Your thoughts are interrupted as he appears behind you, aiming for your head.

“Pay attention, darling.”

There’s barely any sound in the meeting room as you and Hisoka continue to spar in near complete zetsu, restraining nen to avoid alerting the attention of other guests and the security staff. His eyes gleam more with your every strike, his moves maintain its strength but do not get more forceful, and neither do yours. You feel the exhilaration of the near-misses, of your bodies brushing against one another before pulling away, the light friction of fabric against fabric, as if locked in a graceful dance that neither of you want to end. Moonlight cascades through the open balcony, and there’s a glint in Hisoka’s eyes.

“Let’s stop pretending we’re serious about killing each other, shall we?” he quips with a smirk.

His words register, and you halt. You weren’t noticing it before, but he is right. You weren't trying. You falter for a moment too long. Then he rushes you, pinning your body down onto the floor with his own weight, brute force mixed with excitement to the point that his nails dig into the straw of the tatami below, ripping it slightly. He raises a hand, about to spill your blood, when your control slips. Before, your brief exchanges saw your body feeling hotter, winding tighter as it did more cautious. But now, with him pressing down onto you from above, not pulling away, gripping with a strength that few possess and with a wicked look in his eyes, you can’t keep it down anymore. You let out a throaty moan as his holds you hard, feeling your underwear getting more soaked with every passing second. His eyes widen in surprise, and he pauses. You and him remain quiet like this for a while, the wind from outside gently caressing both your bodies, teasing out an answer.

Then, as if on instinct, both your mouths crash together. Neither of you are ashamed at the pure lust that erupts between the two of you, bloodlust still not completely abating which spurs you and him on even more. His tongue slips into you mouth, determined on stealing your breath, your hand clasped around your hair pin still trapped within his, his ferocious strength barely just surpassing your own as you do not back down, struggling against the restraint. It is still a fight, after all. Yet his other free hand trails down your silk robe, slithering between the open slits to your thighs before raising one of your legs to wrap around his torso. You moan into his kiss and move against his clothed body, desperate for friction.

"Patience, my dear." He pauses, giving you a sadistic grin.

You’re not going to let him keep staying in control. In a surge of strength you topple and roll over him in a flash, slamming him to the floor and stabbing the pin right into the tatami next to his head, at which Hisoka lets out a loud groan. You press and rub yourself against him, leaving small bites along his neck, your hair starting to come loose and fall to the side of your face from the exertion. The warmth between your legs grows, and it’s not just you. Hisoka is only wearing underwear beneath the yukata, and you feel his erection, hot and hard beneath your rolling hips. You feel your own slick starting to run down your inner thigh, and you ache to be filled.

You pull away and gaze down at Hisoka, who’s just starting to get a little breathless with desire, his eyes clouded with lust. You pull the hairpin from the floor and aim it at his throat. You command, your voice cold and edged with arrogance.

“Stop wasting my time and just fuck me already.”

At this, Hisoka lets out a low growl, flipping you on your back, almost tearing the obi around your waist to shreds with his hands. His mouth latches onto your neck and you cry out, as his hands reach under your bra to free your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, alternating between gentle strokes and forceful pinches. Your body shakes with pleasure and you grind against him, your hands fumbling to move his yukata out of the way. You cover your palm over his bulge, which is already straining hard against his underwear. He bites a little harder on your skin as you do, goading you on. You reach beneath the fabric, stroking his most sensitive spot, and you feel him shudder against you. Oh, to have such a powerful man like him at your mercy.

Before you have time to think, your pleasure increases ten-fold, white-hot and surging through your body as his fingers find their way to your slit, obscenely slick with your honey.

“Oh? This wet for me already?” he murmurs into your ear, sending shivers down your arms and making you moan.

He sits back a little, his piercing gaze boring into you as he lifts his fingers to his lips, licking it clean. “So sweet,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving you, almost taunting your state of helplessness before him, and you twitch with pleasure.

“Shut u-” you demand, stopping short with a intake of breath as his tongue circles your nipple and he thrusts two fingers into your aching slit, expertly thrusting, stroking, caressing, hitting all the right spots as you can’t help but moan and fist his soft, red locks. His thumb finds your bud and rubs, with increasing pressure, matching the circling motions of his tongue. Hisoka pulls away and looks down at you, panting and wriggling beneath his touch, your words incoherent but eyes still fierce with power and control, and he finds himself growing harder, unbearably hungry. You feel his desire through his nen, bristling with lust, fingers coaxing you to bliss and eyes ravishing you unabashedly for everything you are and you feel yourself pushed nearer to the edge.

“I’m close,” you gasp, and you see Hisoka smirk dangerously as he pulls his fingers out of you. The pleasure that builds now cuts short, tapering off.

“Kisama,” you mutter in annoyance as you ram his body against the side of the lacquer dining table, pushing him into an upright, sitting position. He chuckles at your urgency and vexation yet remains turned on as you clutch your hairpin over his throat as a warning. His golden eyes are glazed over and quivering, a sign he is properly riled up, his hair now a mess, and his breathing is slightly heavier than before. You pull his large erection free from his underwear.

“You bastard. I’m not going to give you any time.” You growl, and his eyes grow more piercing.

You lower your soaking, aching pussy onto him. The stretch makes both of you groan in unison, and you almost come immediately from his entrance. He is huge in both girth and length, and it takes a while before you’re accustomed to his size. It was so long since you had proper sex with anyone. After he is buried in you to the hilt, you pause, glaring at him with a look aggressive with lust and a need for control. He moans in pleasure and you feel his grip on you tighten considerably. Then you move, slowly first, then quickening your pace, rolling and rubbing against him so his cock enters you at the best angles. His hands reach up to grab your hips, steadying you while he snaps up into you, pounding with such speed it makes your mind go blank with pleasure.

“Ahh-h—h!” you moan, louder this time, shaking with the mounting pleasure as he enters you fast, viciously, more than you can keep up with. You get wetter with each of his thrusts, squelching and slapping sounds filling empty room as he pulls out and fills you completely again with each punishing stroke. You feel yourself nearing your climax, your body swaying and jiggling with the rhythm as your bounce on Hisoka's cock, pressing your fingers harder around his body.

He senses it too, and growls, refusing to take his eyes from yours. You feel his nails rake your hips, grabbing your ass, pain and pleasure intermingling as your near your end. Waves of white-hot pleasure wash over you as you moan into your orgasm, your eyes closed in bliss as you tremble violently, clenching tightly around Hisoka, muttering curses as you come completely undone.

Before you have time to come down from your high, Hisoka pulls out, his rock-hard cock dripping with your honey, before grabbing you and laying you down on the table, towering over you once more. Then he fully sheaths himself inside you in one go, making you cry out at the jolt of oversensitivity as he pushes towards his own end. Using the slick from your orgasm, he goes even faster now, relentless, his hands holding your legs wide apart so he can have unfettered access to you while he slams into you without restraint.

"You like this, don't you? You like being punished like this?" He purrs with forcefulness, a sign he is close, lustful gaze boring into yours while he pummels into you.

You can't help but shudder at his words, but you spit out through gritted teeth. "Don't get cocky. And don't you dare finish inside, or I'll kill you before you are even done."

His control snaps. You feel his cock twitch inside of you. Then he pulls out and comes, moaning with deep satisfaction in your ear, his warm load spilling onto your stomach. After he finishes, you both gaze as each other for a while, barely out of breath, sweat glistening against skin. Your clothes are both in a mess and disarray, his hands are still spreading you wide and bare torso pressed against you as you both bask in the afterglow, sharing a moment to take in the surreal pleasure of what was an extremely unplanned but steaming hot round of sex.

"So with this, do we have a deal?" He breaks the silence with a devious smile.

"I'm not that cheap if you think once is enough." You retort as you clean up, pulling your clothes back on. "At least three more times, with an additional fee of 300,000 Jenny."

"Aren't you a greedy one," Hisoka smirks, tying his yukata back in place. "Alright. It's a deal, not like I'm complaining. I might deliver more than you ask for." His golden eyes travel across your body once more before meeting yours, and you can still see a faint glimmer of lust, ready to be reignited.

"Enjoying yourself?" An icy voice comes from the darkened doorway.

You don't even need to look to know who it is, recognizing the voice immediately. Cold grey eyes gaze at you from a figure leaning against the entryway.

"Chrollo," you almost spit out.

"Ah," says Hisoka naturally, "you're finally here."

You turn to scowl at Hisoka, realizing his blatant lie from earlier. You wonder for a moment how Chrollo even got in to the onsen without your notice, given that him and the troupe remain high up on your guest blacklist. Then you sense his nen, or rather his lack of it, a blur void except for the vague tinge of someone else’s foreign nen around his chest. A contract, then. He's harmless now.

Chrollo steps into the room, dressed elegantly in a black yukata, his hair let down comfortably. "Seems like you taste in men hasn't changed. I took a gamble on that." His steely grey gaze, piercing, calculating and formidable in confidence, still make you tremble a little, despite knowing him for years.

You take a while to understand and chuckle, looking from Chrollo to Hisoka. "Seems like we both got played."

The latter narrows his eyes at Chrollo before running his hand through his hair, sighing. "Well, as expected of him. Again, not like I'm complaining."

"Hisoka, leave us for a moment," you order.

"As you wish." You feel him step out but loiter along the corridor, waiting to pick up on the following conversation. Now it's just you and Chrollo left in the room. He doesn't move closer to you.

"It's been long. Too... long." Chrollo speaks, his voice calm but you detect a tinge of nostalgia, affection, regret and caution all entangled in one.

You know what he means. You can even see it now, the times he drove you wild, nearly killing you with nen. You can see all the times his lips met yours, growing a steady fire with a kiss, his fingers grazing your skin and making you moan and whimper while you grasp his hair tight in your hands, your mind blanking and feeling the universe come apart and stitch right back together...

"You won't be able to handle me now, in your current state. I would break you. It wont be pleasurable for any of us," you reply coolly. You catch the sound of a stifled laugh from the hallway outside. "Once you get your nen back, I just might reconsider."

You stand up, letting your silk robes fall gracefully past your knees once more. You arrange your bun and slip the onyx pin back into your hair.

"You can use the game tomorrow. I'll have it prepared. Tonight, I'll be busy receiving my payment. In full." You pause a little next to him, giving him one last, long look, before walking out the room and towards your quarters, Hisoka trailing behind.

Alone, Chrollo's eyes are deep and unreadable. Unconsciously, his hands are balled into tight fists by his sides. Then he breathes deeply, chuckling to himself.

What a woman. "Hisoka, you'd better get the job done. Fast."

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Notes: omg this took way longer than i expected to!!! I’m quite proud of this one ;) I got inspired by a mobage card of hisoka, chrollo and the phantom troupe at an onsen and decided to do this imagine piece! Hope you enjoyed my fellow hisoka simps, it was so fun to write ;)

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