#🔱of thought and birth divine

[tearskillstardust]

❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞

↯ synopsis.

◝ the ultimatum is upon you, my darling. it is their word, their law—you may not tear away from what has been bestowed upon you. curse you for the bane of their pride, lotus-eyed and of clever mind. they are gods, greek or roman, whatever you'd like. roses are shaded red as they slowly tear them apart, tearing through all—their final call of action, before it's your turn to be the victim of their thrall.

↯ genre and warnings.

◝ various genshin men as mythological gods. no fixed allocations of fluff, angst etc, everything shall be specified separately. no gore, or 18+ themes. i will not accept any requests regarding including more characters for this series.

↯ author's note.

◝ i will avoid cultural appropriation to every extent, and yet if anything is off-putting or wrong or discriminating, you must notify me at the latest. this is really just a passion project i started some time back but decided to redraft since it was not as beautiful as i'd rather it be. lyney's part will not be reuploaded until further notice. reblogs are highly appreciated!

↯ series tag.

# 🔱of thought and birth divine

↯ find your bane.

❛ and pressed against your skin—my pomegranate lips. ❜

001. 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌—智慧之神。

002. 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔—結局之神。

003. 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎—死亡之神。

004. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔—惡作劇之神。

005. 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄—水神。

006. 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈—起始之神。

007. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑—奧術智慧之神。

008. 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈—戰神。

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Wick and Ulysses, 💭 ✈️ 📚 🔱 🐈 🍃 🍎 💘 💚 💙 🖤 🎂 😊 😖 🤔 🧐 🤓 🤩 😥 😓 😞

hooo boy ty this is a lot. im gonna need 2 put this under a read more

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? Ulysses probably took an mbti test in high school and ended up getting INTJ. Wick probably doesn't care about personality tests, and considers them a little bullshit.

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? My god Ulysses hates traveling and just wants to chill out for even a year. Unfortunately, he's cursed to constantly wander dying worlds. Wick loves to travel though, and has spent hundreds of years traveling the world.

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? He can swim and breathe underwater, because of his connection to Poseidon. However, despite his water powers he has Thalassophobia and hates swimming. Wick can technically swim, but prefers not to because it messes with their horns which are just kind of burning candles.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? Ulysses's high school was interrupted by the apocalypse, unfortunately. On the other hand, Wick is an immortal scholar and the head of the biggest university in a city of similarly immortal people.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? Few close friends, for both. Ulysses just kind of can't make friends, but Wick is typically very reclusive on their own.

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? Probably art class for Ulysses? And for Wick, they love all subjects equally.

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? Ulysses desperately wants to go back home, which happens to be in Maine. Wick was born in the undying city of Valarr, and over the thousands of years they've been living they have grown a deep resentment for the place. Enough to destroy it and free everyone inside from living out a pointless and miserable immortal existence.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? Ulysses's best friend he has a weird homoerotic thing with, Simon Smalls. The people most important to Wick are the Maiden at Arms and Mr. Match, two other immortals who have had a long and strained relationship with Wick. They're very divorced.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? Inside for Ulysses, outside for Wick.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? Ulysses has classical Posidon-themed demigod powers, able to control water, lightning, earthquakes, etc etc etc. He mostly ignores it and shoots people with guns. Wick, on the other hand, has mastered incredibly potent charm magic and divine fire. They are, after thousands of years, a master of magic who can subtly compel people or fully control them. Or simply burn them alive.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? No, Ulysses has mostly dealt with monsters. Wick, though, has done many truly depraved things over the thousand of years they've lived, as have all residents of Valarr. They have acted as a warlord, waging war against the two people they love most, and at one point killed the Maiden at Arm's sister. Everyone in Valarr have done terrible, terrible things, and betrayed and broken the hearts of everyone around them.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? Ulysses's birthday is June 29th, and only knows he's a Cancer. Wick doesn't remember their birthday since it was so long ago.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? Ulysses just wants to stop and take a break... Wick has achieved everything they've ever wanted to achieve, and just wants to be put to rest.

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? Ulysses is a major introvert, while Wick is also an introvert but is very charismatic and knows how to talk to people. They just don't let people get too close.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? Ulysses is the only Grecian hero who chain-smokes. He still acts like a 2000s emo kid. Wick is a major hedonist and has a habit of chugging glasses of wine and smashing them on the wall.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? Both are majorly emotional, but Wick uses their emotion to fuel their logic if that makes sense. Their goals are driven by emotion, but they use logic to go through with them.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? Spontaneous for Ulysses. Most of the time, he gets dumped in the middle of an apocalypse and has to scramble to fix shit. Wick has the luxury of time, and plans everything very very meticulously.

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? Ulysses is 100% stressed all the time. Wick is incredibly composed, but secretly is a ball of rage and stress.

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? Ulysses is very stubborn and hates his situation so much. Wick is very inquisitive, but after so long they feel very stuck in their own knowledge. They can't imagine any other solution to their problems than the solutions they came up with.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? Ulysses never has the chance to attract others. He gets shuttled around to other worlds so often the only people he can even attach to are his friends from his original world. Wick, on the other hand, has a natural charisma which attract hordes of people - enough so that at one point, they were able to amass an army through charisma alone and become one of the three warlords of Valarr along with Mr. Match and the Maiden.

[sanathanadharmasblog]

The whole creation is the dance of one consciousness Shiva. The one consciousness danced and manifested into a million species in the world. So this infinite creation is the dance of Lord Shiva. The whole world is a place of Shiva.

The abode of Shiva is in Mount Kailasa, and the smashana, the cremation ground. Kailasa means 'where there is only celebration', and smashana is where there is only void. The Divinity dwells in the void as well as in celebration. And in you there is void, in you there is celebration.

Lord Shiva’s Trishul, the three pointed spear or trident he carries has many symbolic meanings. Lord Shiva’s Trishul is supposed to destroy the physical world ; attachment to gross, the illusionary world which seems so real; the world of the mind ; the ahamkaar or ego which is a barrier between Me and HIM ; thus transforming the devotee to be in the third world that is the world of spirituality, leading to oneness with Lord Shiva, a single non-dual plane of existence, that is bliss alone.

As a weapon, the Trishul represents Shiva’s ability to destroy evil. The three points represent the acts of creation, preservation and destruction. To Shaivites, Lord Shiva fulfills all three of these roles. The three points also represent the three gunas or qualities which are exhibited in the physical world, rajas (dynamic energetic), tamas (negative, inactive, stagnant) and sattva (uplifting, balanced, perceiving). If you notice, Lord Shiva is usually depicted holding the Trishul, as he is beyond all three gunas.

The Trishul also has the capacity to remove our many different negative qualities which inhibit us from being one with Spirit. So it is said that the trishula helps to make us rich — at a spiritual level.

In Yoga, the Trishul also represents the nadis or energy currents within the subtle body. The ida (feminine, passive) and the pingala (male, active) channels that spiral upwards like a double helix, crossing for the last time at the Vishuddha or throat chakra. These are normally represented as snakes. The central channels or sushumna nadi goes straight up the spine, continuing up through the crown chakra ; where the other two channels terminate. The channels in this area form a trishula-like shape.

Yogis attempt to balance the energies in these channels, so the kundalini or energy flow is routed directly through the sushumna or spine.

In Hinduism, the trident symbol represents auspiciousness. It is said that by praying and giving pure thoughts to the mind with devotion, we can be ONE with Spirit by balancing our thoughts and actions which can relieve us from past, present and future or the agony of birth, life and death. Thus helping us to lead a life of bliss, while still being under the protection of Spirit!! 🔱🌈✨

Hari Om Tat Sat ~ Om Namah Shivaya!! Shubh Prabhat ✨🌸🍃👁🕉

[tearskillstardust]

❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞

001. 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌—智慧之神。

Since antiquity, a word goes around in the lands surrounding the capital.

It's nothing new really, an old wives' tale—it has been passed from generation to generation by curious mothers who were once children themselves, having listened to the same story at least thrice from their own mothers before it was ultimately passed down to the next generation.

Your own mother had been shelling peas when she casually brought it up and you as casually dropped the vellum to listen in closer.

'They say the knowledge of prose and poetry is passed down by the God of wisdom, himself, and it is only from his generous blessing that one is able to find skill in these areas that leave most counting stars. '

You laughed, finding it as stupid as a donkey winning in a race of horses.

'Oh?' you questioned, and she passed a side-eye at your smug expression as you continued, 'And how much, pray tell, did you reminisce of', you sarcastically made exclamation marks in the air here, 'the God of wisdom, to have a child so blessed in the knowledge of poetry such as I?'

You did not have the right to complain when her hand playfully came to smack you at the side of your back, your father laughing as he came to settle next to you on the cot, having managed to find some free time from work only then.

'She's right, though, isn't she? Your child is blessed with the knowledge of poetry, why not appreciate it sometimes?'

Your mother passed a fond look before playfully pulling on your ear as you winced just as naughtily to provoke your father into taking your side—

'Aaah! Papa!'

'Don't listen to her! Arrogance keeps surfacing in this child's countenance!'

Your father laughs, affectionately freeing you from your mother as he handed you your vellum and secretively pointed towards his study.

He turns to your mother, 'You can't be like that with her anymore, love. She's grown and will marry away in some time, be kinder.'

Right, you think, rolling your eyes, finding the fun atmosphere deflating as you returned towards the study. You put away father's books from before—logs and registers detailing the exchanges of his store's valuables—absentmindedly staring at the feather in your hand as you played with its ink, making random pictures of flowers on the edge of you sheet.

If the restrictions put on all politically, especially the young who needed the most freedom of all, were not enough already, then there everyone was—putting more pressure socially.

Marriage was never a matter of casualty, if it occurred without inviting family from even the ends of the earth, then it was considered an unsuccessful one—and while you yourself were not big on having kids and romancing boys, the prospect of having a compatible, loving partner was not one that never crossed your mind.

Alas, you stared at the blank sheet with a more than bored look upon your features.

Inspiration was always hard to find.

Putting down your pen you rose with a sigh, gaze shaded with disappointment over inability to complete the poetry. What would rhyme with saccharine, anyway?

Mine?

No, you thought, turning towards the exit of the house without consulting anyone, only vaguely announcing to your father who sat on the cot, quietly enjoying his tea, as his gentle eyes traced your movements.

'I'll be back,' you said, and he nodded with a soft smile. Innocent, he was. Your father, that is. A man of simple but honest means, always smiling and finding joy in the basic things—your mother wasn't selfish herself, but she was certainly much cleverer than her husband.

You chuckled absent-mindedly, they were a cute couple. While most certainly were they a couple put together randomly by their families, they had accidentally ended up being the most compatible for each other than either would today admit. But when the moon danced with the clouds, it were their laughs of genuine amusement, arising from reminiscing old moments spent together, that softly sparked joy within your heart.

It was a tiny wish then, in the very corner of your heart, that if you end up marrying a noble man, then he too, be as lucky as your father had been for your mother.

Lost in thoughts, when the expanse to the lake had been covered, that you did not know but you headed straight towards the still water body. Sitting next to its very edge with a sigh, wallowing in self-pity as you sought to better your mood, you began thus, looking at your reflection in the still water—

'Often do lilies turn to me, hiding faces showered in glee. Shaded in shyness the orchids ask, where were you gone, Malika? and in my innocence I answer, to the devil's lair.'

Silence.

You broke out laughing, finding the poem less descriptive of your own self than it was of the orchid's undying curiosity as its vines spread their feet as far as they possibly could.

And while the poetry itself was a little less than mediocre in your eyes, someone else seemed to have been much too impressed for either of your best interests.

It was when you finally began preparing to rise, having had more than enough ideas to continue your work when he interrupted, both intrigued and upset as he spoke—

'Will you speak no more?'

You turned around quickly, and much to your embarrassment, did not manage to find the source of the voice until he scoffed again and waved his book boredly, 'Here, lady.'

You cocked a brow at him, 'I'm not a lady but you're definitely an auntie. Tell me, what is it?'

He curiously asked, voice managing to hide his internal desperation, 'Will you compose poetry no more?'

You looked him up and down and it was then that you managed to catch a proper glimpse of him as the clouds cleared, as though the Gods themselves were keen on enhancing his divinity, the crown of his hair shaded with pale yellow light.

He was young in appearance, perhaps even a girl's dream husband, but the stillness of his disposition and eyes spoke of a maturity which was rarely found.

You would've described him in fluent poetry, should you have had the patience or the time (or even interest), but just as quickly did the sun hide and the shadow fell upon him once again.

You breathed, and so did he.

You turned around with the attitude of a real Malika, 'No.'

'Why not?', came his answer, just as quick.

You rolled your eyes, turning back with an annoyed expression, 'Don't you know it's rude to listen on to people secretly?'

He sighed, 'Your voice is too melodious not to be listened to, Malika.'

You passed a dull expression, 'Lady to Malika, huh?', then rolled your eyes boredly, 'Chameleon.'

An amused smile stretched across his features, and if it didn't already seem as though the Gods had carved him out of the finest marble, then now it seemed as though sunlight poured from urns onto his ethereal features.

You blushed red at your internal monologue of his beauty.

Why did it matter, anyway?

People were never allowed to choose partners of their own, regardless they be lovers or not. Ideas of romance were better of printed on paper and sold off for gold—not for building your future on. Or so your mother said.

'Lost in thought?', he inquired, sitting up straight as he shut his book, yawning quietly before his gaze turned to meet yours once again.

'No, I know what I have to do.' you shook your head and turned away again, only to lulled in by the trap of his own voice once again.

'Please,' he said, desperate now, and you could not help but feel the smallest pang of shyness at his insistence. 'If not poetry, then talk about something. Anything.'

'Like?', you questioned once again, cursing your curiosity and intrigue with the young man once again. But who were you to deny yourself the simplicity of indulging in conversation with one so charming as him?

He smiled, but only innocence lay behind its drape. 'Like, what's your name?'

The cry of the cuckoo came to you on the wind.

You answered with a glittering smile, 'Y/n. And yours?'

He smiled back, just as illustrious in his wake. 'Al Haitham.'

If you were surprised at the scholarly name, you did not show it.

Silence ensued, in the midst of which none desired to speak. It was the first time you were with him in which he did not desire you to speak, but merely to smile as he watched on, as though unable to move on from the tantalizing spell of your gently tugged lips.

Squirrels curiously peeked from behind trees laden with fruits, as the curious sparrows lined up together in serenity, watching on. Even the mischievous macaque stopped for a moment's notice, taking a break from dropping half-eaten fruits into the water, for the pleasure of watching its surface ripple.

He spoke at long last—voice laced with unimaginable gentleness.

'Pray tell, what troubles you so? Did the poetess/poet not find enough inspiration for her/his work?'

You smiled gently, your heart just as calm as you were, as though under a spell. 'Indeed.'

He chuckled, 'Blessed with a moon-like face and still troubling yourself with inspiration?' he rose suddenly, humming thoughtfully as he came closer to you with a teasing smile.

'Just a suggestion', he said, smile never leaving his features, 'Why not write about how the sun fell for the moon?'

'Oh?', you asked, suppressing a smile at his implication, considering the way the sun seemed to sit right upon his head, as though a crown.

He nodded again, 'The way it so desperately tried to reach her,' his gaze flickered ever so gently towards your hands, 'only to be held back by the confines of the sky.'

'Confines of the sky or confines of its own rule?'

However romantic may the sentence itself might have been, the aura of gentleness contained in him never managed to leave, as though he knew nothing but gentleness for you.

His gaze softly brushed over yours and he pointed towards the small twig stuck in your hair, removing it when you nodded softly.

'Alas, the moon is much too a beauty to be forced into submission,' he playfully answered, 'The sun must find a way to reach her in the end.'

You winked at him, just as playful of nature, if not more. 'Well, he might have to do it quick then. For should the stars reach her before the sun does,' you softly poked his nose at that, 'then the sun will be left watching.'

His gaze glittered with adoration and love, as though he had never seen more beautiful a being. You flattered yourself and turned on your heel, walking away with a smile before his voice came to you once again—

'Will you meet me here tomorrow?'

You turned playfully, the wind playing with your hair, reflecting your saccharine mood.

'What if I don't?', you shouted back, and his laugh came on the wind,

'I'll wait for you regardless!'

And while the question of whether or not you would meet him by the lake the next day was one you would decide on spontaneously, it was magical almost when your pen seemed to simply glide in your hands. Words stringed like necklaces of pearl in quick succession—

You suddenly remembered your mother's tale and the young man, finding it funny how seemingly, a talent for writing was certainly not one that was bestowed upon personally by the 'God of wisdom', whomsoever might the deity behind the name be.

Unless, well, Al Haitham was the deity.

You chuckle to yourself at the prospect, impossible, you think to yourself, feather dipping in ink as you continued the verse.

And understanding with the snap of his finger, the thoughts swirling in your mind, Al Haitham smiles to himself contentedly.

Most often, love is found in the most unexpected of places.

Better it was that way—he laughs to himself as he thinks that.

Confessions of truth and identity would be a tough challenge, but what was love, if not a challenge itself?

Nonetheless, for now, your smile was more than enough for him.

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[tearskillstardust]

alright everyone!! so i've just been perfecting the drafts for the characters in ❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞ and needed some important feedback to ensure that i'm going the right direction considering how much attention this series has amassed😭

two polls, and all my doubts shall be cleared! i'll be very glad if i receive responses for this! you are more than welcome to put in your idea in the comment box if you'd rather! thanks a lot everyone <3

no one's obliged to do this at all, but it'd be such a help if you would😭thank you so much to every person who decides to put in their effort for this series <3

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