#Tiger Talisman

[peterfieldsberlin]

This iconic Tiger is certainly known to every car or motorcycle enthusiast. Handcrafted of solid 925 sterling silver, with a total weight of 34 g. Use it as a keychain, as a necklace pendant or as a lucky charm on your car’s rearview mirror.

[superdogbiter]

Feel free to say what you would do with your talismen

I had to put together 2 talismans twice or 2 would be left out

Anyway lets have some fun with this

[farlydatau]

Sak Yant Thai Tattoo Twin Tigers Muay Magical Thailand Saffron Yellow Graphic

[sukunas-wife]

Sealed 2

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“Year after year after year the hours pass and it never ends, I’ve been here for millennia is Ryomen even trying?” You sat down onto the pile of bones, skeletons supporting you the best they could. The Prison Realm had become your domain, you’d molded every bone and skeleton to do your work. Your elbow resting on the spine of skeleton your cheek pressing against your fist as you stared bored.

Looking down the pile of bones and skeletons holding up your throne that you had formed to match Sukuna’s you saw two Skeletons battling for your amusement. Sighing you slouched back in your throne, watching the two headed four armed skeleton using sharpened bones as spears, fighting a towering 6 armed Skelton. His arms like vices ready to grab and shove whatever into its gaping rib cage to crush it. “This needs more!” The two skeletons looked up at you, before the rumbling of the skeletal centaur could be heard, a centaur of bone, his torso with 4 arms, it held an extended spine as if it were a chain. Lower two arms ready to grab at anything, more specifically rip off the head and spine of its opponents.

“YES! THIS IS what we need!” You smacked the skeleton who stood near you on the back. His bones shaking as you leaned forward, you’d find out soon which of your creations was truly the strongest. “Let’s get this show started-“ it was quick blur of red and black before you were standing head tilted to the side as you stared irked at the man in front of you. “Do YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID.”

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I BEG FOR MERCY I SPENT MUCH OF MY LIFE LOOKING FOR THIS TREASURE THATS BEEN hidden away heating the tales of how the sourcerer’s of old time had wrongly imprisoned a Diety of Fertility separating her from her son. I just come to beg and ask you give my wife your blessing to have a child were old in age but she’s always prayed and begged. I’ve run out of hope until i heard you tale, i beg and hoped you’d have mercy- Sit up” was all you said. The man went from groveling to sitting back on his heels. Sighing the conflict inside of you was great. You looked around tucking your arms into the sleeves of your worn Kimono. “Bring me your wife,” you looked up through the canopy of the trees you see the sun at mid day, “you have two sunsets and then I leave.” The man quickly bowed again at your feet thanking you before running off. You kicked the prison realm box “Damnit who won!” You snatched it up, the air was familiar, you started to look around. The reason it was so familiar was because it wasn’t to far from where you had been sealed. The skeletal remains of the sourcerers made you seethe. You found the remains of the man who sealed you grabbing his skull with your free hand making it look at you, “my child my husband,” you crushed it without fail, “you took it all from me and now everyone will pay.” Th tears falling down were hot. Dropping the remains you started your first technique “Reanimate.” A wave of purple radiated from you, hitting every border of the palace. Skeletal remains shaking and coming together to stand, “Get this place back into shape.” They started moving, you made your way inside the palace the inside help had been reanimated also, your ladies in waiting now remains, standing beside you as you enter “Find fabric I need new robes.” They rushed off and you made it to your old room, the massive bed your son had fallen off many times when he would try to sleep with you and his dad. The wardrobe filled with your husband’s old robes. The room was dusty and smelt humid, shoving the window open you tried not to cry, on the window sill was a talisman Sukuna had created for Yuji. Sniffling you turned your head, finding a small blanket and stuffed Tiger doll Yuji carried around that morning. A gift for his 2nd birthday that he loved and it showed on the tigers rugged appearance.

“My Yuji..” your faint whisper sounding so loud in the silence as you ran your fingers of the stuffed doll holding it close to your chest as you made your way around the room planning your moves. Your plans had always been to follow in similar steps to Sukuna. Except that you’d be known for good to balance out the evil perspective they had of your husband. First, fix your palace. Second, create miracles in the closest town or village to make profit and move into a bigger city to improve profits. Find wherever Sukuna had been sealed away, and break him free. Find Yuji and take him back from this cruel world.

❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️

It’s been over 100 more years and you’d grown accustomed to the changing in technology and times, passing the crowds into your shrine you smiled ruffling the heads of kids who smiled up at you, rubbing the plump bellies of pregnant women you passed and “blessing” the sick with instant health with simply laying a hand on them and smiling kindly.

Entering your shrine for the last time your Gentlemen in waiting was packing up what was left. The last thing left was the main room where your wide throne sat, you’d be leaving it being to your followers, the cushions you provided for your followers during your sessions. “Morí.” You called out and he came from the room he was in bowing and holding his hands out in front of him. “Yes Lady Y/n?”

“Morinozuka, we’re leaving tonight to Sendai City. The mark of my binding vow is burning more, but are you sure that’s where we need to go?”

“Yes Lady Y/n.” He spoke not looking up from his bow. You nodded, “then it’s final.”

❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️

“So this is the place?” You turned to Morí and he nodded. “It’s not as lavish but this is the closest we can get… Your excellency.. I strongly recommend you continue to hide your cursed energy until I suggest otherwise.” You nodded getting out of the car “Very well, I will.”

It was morning when you had arrived, standing in front of the door to the house you looked over an elder man was walking out of his house he looked over and you smiled at him and he had a very faint twitch of his lip. Until a man with pink hair came out, follows by a woman with black hair and you felt it. The pulse of cursed energy and instinctively you grabbed Mori by his robes and pulled him towards you, “That woman, she’s no woman that- is the carrier of your child.” You head snapped instantly to him, “The father of my child, that’s the sorcerer who knew Sukuna, and he is going to mother my child?” Your face showing your exact emotions Mori placing a hand over yours, “Lady Y/n, please recollect your thoughts. I can assure you he will NOT be mothering your child, and her husband will not be fathering him either.” Letting go of his robes you nodded. Looking over your shoulder you watched the couple get into a car the elder man scowling when they started to drive away.

Turning to look at you he tucked his arms behind his back walking over, “Good Morning I’m L/n Y/n.” You greeted bowing after you moved closer, he dismissed you with a wave of your hand. “Morning, Wasuke Itadori.” He cocked a brow and looked over at your house, “It’s been up for sale for a long time. Almost 3 years before someone has moved in.” You looked back at your house, “I moved in to get closer to work. I thought it was just a blessing for everything to line up so perfectly.”

He nodded, “Well, blessings only go so far here. My son’s wife is something I’d consider to be a curse.” You nodded, “oddly enough I wouldn’t disagree. I know a snake when I see one and from a brief glance I wouldn’t trust her at all.”

He nodded, “Have a good day moving in, if you need help my son and his wife will be returning soon. I’m sure either of them would be willing to help with any problems.”

“Have a good day Mr.Itadori.” You bowed your head slightly and you both went separate ways.

“Mori,” you sighed entering your house “count these days.”

[qknala]

tiger talisman

[inoreuct]

What if, in some circumstances which I cannot even think of, Sanji cannot cook himself and has to tell Zoro what to do.

And Zoro's sword skills are NOT equal to his knife skills 😭

Sanji also would use fancy chef vocabulary to give commands like "now sauté those onions until they're godlen-brown" or something and Zoro's like da fuck's a co-lander. why would you need like 5 different pans.

BADABING BADABOOM HERE YOU GO REG MY DEAR technically pre-rs but they act like they’ve been married decades. ANYWAYS enjoy 🤭🤭

Zoro swore as the knife slipped again, skidding flat against the chopping board with a dull scrape that made him wince. 

In hindsight, this was all the stupid cook’s fault. Bastard just had to go and break his arm; Sanji had tried to do things one-handed for a while before he’d evidently gotten fed up and stuck his head out the galley door to scream for Zoro to help with lunch at top volume, apparently under the assumption that since Zoro was a master swordsman he’d be able to handle knives.

And by all rights, he should. He was the demon pirate hunter. He carried his best friend’s dream like a talisman in his pocket. He wasn’t going to let himself be bested by a fucking vegetables and a knife.

But Zoro was quite certain that barring his sense of direction, he had never been quite this bad at anything in his entire existence. 

The garlic had been miniscule, the celery had been too fucking slippery, the onions had made his eyes burn, and now this stupid carrot kept trying to run away from him. He could handle rough chops, sure; but when Sanji was being all picky about— 

“I said medium dice, marimo, not mutilate.”

“I don’t know what that fucking means, shithead,” Zoro gritted, not even bothering to turn around where Sanji was sitting at the dining table. He re-aligned the knife and felt inexplicably betrayed when it slipped again, slicing diagonally into the carrot. It was a miracle he hadn’t taken off a finger yet. 

He felt stupid. Awkward and useless and out of his element, it was just cooking, for fuck’s sake—

“Marimo.” 

“What,” he snapped, fingers tightening around a wooden handle. Sanji’s tone had gone soft around the edges and it rankled him, made him feel irrationally angry like a tiger pacing around in its cage, trapped and seething—

“This one’s on me,” Sanji murmured, coming around to hover by his side, something Zoro couldn’t identify in the set of his face. “Shouldn’t have assumed that you’d be good with knives just because you’re good with swords.”

The words sent a wave of panic through Zoro, stomach dropping fast enough that he ran his mouth. A need to please he hadn’t felt since he was a child. Desperation not to disappoint. “Shut the fuck up, I am, I just—” He snapped his jaw shut, pressing his teeth together hard. “Just… Give me a minute to figure it out.”

“You’re already doing better than I was, when I started,” Sanji said lightly, hair falling across his face as he tipped his head. 

“You were a child,” he ground out. The knife clattered as he put it down to shake out his hands. “S’not saying much.” 

The cook hummed, strangely gentle. “Still. It’s alright—”

“I don’t want your pity.”

And, oh. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? Pity. Zoro felt like a dumb kid again, and it was so much worse because it was Sanji. And he didn’t want to think about the implications of that, so he sneered, “Don’t look down on me, shitty cook. You and your fancy-ass cooking terms and your hundred and one pans and—”

Sanji cut him off with a bark of a laugh, tossing his head back. His left arm was immobilised in a sling, tucked close to his body as he moved behind Zoro and reached around him to pick the knife up again. “Your brains must really be full of moss if you think I’m looking down on you. Come on.” He offered Zoro the handle, and the swordsman didn’t need to look to know that Sanji was smiling over his shoulder. “One last try.”

He worked his jaw for a second, and huffed through his nose. “I fucking swear, curly, if I get cut—”

“You won’t,” Sanji replied, resolute as he watched Zoro take the knife. 

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re not stupid and I’m not careless, especially not with you.” 

The last part had been a little quieter, riding on a rushed breath, and Zoro eyed the cook pensively as slender fingers wrapped around his hand.

“Here. Like this.” 

With Sanji’s help, he cut the carrot into lengthwise sticks and then neat cubes, chopping up a few more before dumping the whole lot into a bowl with most of what he’d already cut. Sanji shifted away, poking a chopstick into the oil he’d left to heat.

“See the bubbles?” he murmured, peering down into the pot. “That’s how you check if it’s hot enough.” He twisted one of the knobs down before grabbing the vegetables and dumping them in, shifting the pieces around with a wooden spatula as they sizzled gently. “This is a mirepoix,” he said, pronouncing it meer-pwah. “It forms the flavour base of a lot of dishes. The aim is to use low heat, cook it down really slow— so that it doesn’t burn and you bring out the sweetness.” 

He was speaking softly enough that it could have been to himself, but the commentary was obviously for Zoro’s benefit, and Zoro. Did not like how that was making him feel at all. 

They were quiet for a while as Sanji did his thing, and the swordsman crossed his arms as he leaned his hip against the counter. The sun filtering in through the window was lighting Sanji’s hair up gold, washing his features in a subtle glow that emphasised the softness of his expression, relaxed and so entirely in his element that it made Zoro’s chest ache. Made something press up beneath his lungs, made it hard to breathe, and it ached.

Impervious to his inner turmoil, Sanji continued, stirring frequently as the galley started to smell really good. “When the onion turns translucent, that’s the sweet spot—” The chopped (more mushed, if Zoro was inclined to be honest) garlic from earlier went in with a vicious sizzle, then a few dashes of different sauces and a good pour of chicken stock. “Could you get the black pepper?” 

Zoro grunted, grabbing the grinder from the corner and putting a few good cracks into the pot as Sanji added salt, stirred one last time, and propped the lid on partway. “That’s it?” 

“That’s it,” Sanji confirmed, smirking, but not unkindly. “Once that simmers down it’ll be our soup, and I’ll just have to cook some noodles. I was planning for mussels in a garlic butter white wine reduction and seared scallops with this delicious spiced pomegranate and herb glaze, but— I think that might have killed you.” Something must have shown on Zoro’s face, because the cook laughed, bright and easy. “You did good, marimo, all things considered. I’d probably be horrid at sword fighting. We’re even.”

Zoro scowled, fighting back against the spark that flared in the depths of his chest at that thought. Sparring with Sanji, in his element, giving the cook shit for it but also helping. Teaching. “Hurry up and get better, and we’ll see.” 

Sanji groaned, rolling his eyes even as he chuckled. “You’re gonna kick my ass, aren’t you.”

Maybe. But even more than that… He thought about how Sanji had held his hand over the knife, patient but not condescending even though he could have been, the skin of his wrist cool against Zoro’s forearm. The look on his he face as he did what he loved and the way it had made something warm bloom behind Zoro’s sternum. The swordsman let his teeth peek in a lazy grin as his chin tipped up; an entire challenge. Half of the bite. “We’ll see.”

fin.

[dnalkaline]

I have a major surgery coming up and the date got bumped up to Dec 15th. (I'm likely going to be fine they just have to remove some stuff and I'm not gonna be able to work for a few weeks.)

I don't have the energy to list these all on etsy right now so they're all Pay What You Want + Shipping (Usually like 5$ if you live in the USA) until Dec 13th.

Payment info:

Paypal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/hshinai

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Cashapp: $hshinai

Venmo: @ hauntedshinai

If you want me to make a custom etsy listing for you to buy them I can also do that: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Alchemodel

If you don't want to buy anything and can't donate then reblogs help. If you want better photos of an object then feel free to message me. Most of these are meant to be like protection/lucky talismans and if you want deets you can ask me.

Info about the materials under the cut. I'll cross them out or something when they're sold:

CORD/CHAIN INFO

Black string with lobster clasp, semi adjustable ~22" long.

Black leather with lobster clasp, semi adjustable ~18" long

Stainless steel chains in 18", 20", and 24"

If you need another lengths, I have some copper-toned chain that can be cut to any length. If you want the custom sized chain, I also have copper-colored lobster clasps that are larger than the average size if you have a hard time using the regular ones.

MATERIALS

All pendants are wrapped with copper wire. The ones that have silver-toned or gold-toned wire are wrapped with plated copper.

Moons: (about 4-5cm long. warning these can be on the heavier side for amulets)

M1 - Dyed sapphire cabochon along with beads of tiger eye, cat's eye, agate, shell, moonstone, and an aura quartz point

M2 - Dyed emerald cab, tiger eye, fluorite, agate, quartzite, aura quartz point

M3 -Tiger eye, glass, plastic, aura quartz

Ammonites: (about 5 cm long)

A1 - Ammonite fossil, tiger eye

A2 - Ammonite fossil, tiger eye, cat's eye, sunstone

Ruby:

B1 - (8 cm) Dyed ruby, cat's eye, faux coral, carved garnet

B2 - (5 cm) Dyed ruby

C:

1 - (9.5 cm) Coyote teeth, glass, onyx, blue lace agate

2 - (9.5 cm) Coyote teeth, malachite, onyx

3 - (9.5 cm) Coyote teeth, labradorite, onyx

4 - (10 cm) Coyote teeth, glass, carved and dyed emerald

5 - (7 cm) Bismuth, carved/dyed emerald

6 - (8 cm) Carved/dyed emerald, dyed sapphire, agate

D:

1 - (6.5 cm) Rutilated quartz, strawberry quartz, fluorite

2 - (8.5 cm) Dyed emerald, rutilated quartz, fluorite

3 - (5 cm) Dyed/carved emerald, glass

4 - (8 cm) Rutilated quartz, tiger's eye, fluorite

5 - (9 cm) Glass, citrine, aura quartz

E: (all about 10 cm long)

1 - (I have 3 of these) These are all stones except for the plastic rainbow heart but I don't remember what stones. Also a dyed quartz point.

2 - Glass, agate, aquamarine, aura quartz

3 - Glass, quartz, shell

4 - Glass, aura quartz

5 - Glass, onyx, coral

6 - Glass, onyx, aura quartz

7 - Glass, citrine, aura quartz

F:

1 - (12 cm) Glass, dichroic glass, agate, aura quartz

2 - (8 cm) Dichroic glass, fluorite, onyx, tiger eye

3 - (8 cm) Dichroic glass, sea sediment jasper, tiger eye

4 - (9.5 cm) Dichroic glass, tiger eye, aura quartz

Beaded Necklaces:

G1 - (~24") Coyote teeth, coral, glass, faux coral, onyx

G2 - (~18-19") Mixed metal, resin, wood, jade, glass, ceramic

G3 - (~21") Enamel / mixed metals, agate, aquamarine, glass, sodalite, reconstituted shell

G4 - (~18-19") Agate, ceramic, lava rock, glass, howlite

[ystrike1]

Forbidden Odd Melody - By 마셰리 (ma cherie) (6/10)

Our love is forbidden because we have different animal ears! The plot here isn't very deep, and it features a couple of tropes that I hate. It takes place in a more wild environment. It's a decent break from the office and/or ballroom.

Sohwa is a white fox woman who was abandoned because she is albino. She is not well liked, but her "son" thinks she's the best!

She's very pretty but she doesn't see that because she was born different.

Her son is named Dohwi, and he's the love interest. I KNOW THEY AREN'T RELATED BUT I DON'T LIKE THIS TROPE. She clearly doesn't see him as a man in the beginning too.

Dohwi is the only tiger in the world, born through reincarnation. He's also a natural born loner, and he wants to have a family with Sohwa.

Usually different species can't procreate. He is literally going to fetch a magic talisman to make it possible.

Dohwi is scary. Sohwa admits it several times. She runs away from him. She turns into a fox to avoid his romantic advances. He clearly is yandere, but he's very inconsiderate and he ignores her feelings.

He also literally puts her in a cage.

Zero guilt.

Evil yanderes aren't bad. They can be fun, but I don't think the plot will be anything special. It's not good enough to make me ignore the "son" thing. Also both lead characters don't develop. Dohwi is crazy in love from chapter one, which makes the story feel shallow.

Cages. Red backgrounds. Evil smirks. Cages. Decent art. 7/10 grocery store factory produced yandere.

[k-martins]

What does each jjk spirit animal symbolize (Part 1)

Or also "I'm bored so I'll look up random things about Japanese animals"

Yuji Itadori - White Bengal Tiger

This one is a bit obvious, as the kanji in the name "Yuji Itadori" also mean "bengal tiger" according to jjk's wiki. Furthermore, the name "Yuji" means "brave and heroic", which fits with his personality and importance in the plot. These two meanings are also attributed to tigers in Japanese culture, which are seen as symbols of "great power, courage and strength". I'm probably wrong, but this could link Yuji with Byakko, the guardian of the west cardinal point in Japanese mythology. According to legend, the principle of the Heavenly White Tiger is to protect and preserve. Therefore, it was common to find Japanese shoguns, generals and people of power and influence using a coat of arms with a tiger.

(I'm having some thoughts about Yuji and tigers right now, but I'll post that later)

Megumi Fushiguro - Bunnies

This one took me by surprise, but come on. Rabbits symbolize many things in Japanese culture, some of them being longevity, luck, patience, creativity, elegance, calmness, cleverness and BLESSING among children. And we can see that many of these words can also be associated with Megumi. The rabbit is also part of the Japanese calendar, (in fact, 2023 is the year of the rabbit), and one of the interesting things I found was that one of the defects of people born in that year is that they lack self-confidence and avoid confrontations. There are several myths involving rabbits in Japanese mythology and it would be a lot of work to bring them all here, but I want to quote the myth of the Rabbit in the moon (I discovered this thanks to a wonderful fanfic on AO3) which talks about a rabbit taken to the celestial realms by the Old Man Moon Sage after being chosen as the most generous animal. (The rabbits' colors probably symbolize Megumi's dogs)

Nobara Kugisaki - Flamingo

This one was also a surprise, as flamingos are the last thing I would have thought of as a Nobara spirit animal, but which I now fully understand in research. Flamingos symbolize perseverance and strength, elegance and grace. They teach us to be resilient through adversity, always maintaining balance in our actions. Much like Nobara who represented a balance in the trio, being as excited and fun as Itadori, but also smart and calm as Fushiguro. She is also shown to be very persevering in her desires to find Saori and get out of her village life. In Japan, flamingos also symbolize good luck because of the red color of their wings, which are associated with happiness.

Satoru Gojo - Snowy Owl

Ha!!! Satoru Gojo needed to have a majestic animal for him. A snowy owl fit right in, as it is a symbol of wisdom and the ability to see beyond appearances ("my six eyes tell me you are Suguru Geto, but my soul knows otherwise"). The white color, in addition to further accentuating the symbol of knowledge, is also linked to purity and ILLUMINATION (something Sukuna said he lacked in chapter 230). In Japan, owls are used as amulets and talismans to attract good luck, fortune, health and love (Satusugu canon, as Geto/Kenny also has an owl as a spirit animal, but that's for another post).

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This started out as a shitty post that I just made for fun (and something to do while there's nothing interesting on twitter), but I ended up enjoying researching them. It is interesting to see that each of the animals was not chosen at random, that there is something in their symbology that links them to jjk. I really liked the symbology of Gojo's owl and Nobara's Flamingo (I kind of expected Megumi to have one of her shikigami, but the rabbits surprised me…)

I have a few thoughts about Itadori's tiger, but I think I've said too much.

[fistfuloflightning]

The moment the Tiger Yin Tally starts heating in his hands, Wei Wuxian knows something has gone terribly wrong. It’s acting as though another Yin Iron has appeared.

Wen Qing flies into view, face twisted into a rictus of fear. “Something came out of the blood pool!”

Something… His eyes go to the tally, swiftly hiding it back in his robes. And then he is gone, leaving Wen Qing to follow in his wake. Wen Ning is barring the opening of the Demon Slaughtering Cave.

The first thing Wei Wuxian sees is the pool, the blood roiling and steaming in the chill autumn air. And then the smears on the ground from where the creature dragged its way out. And now it just…lays on the ground. Not moving.

But the energy radiating from the creature reeks of resentment and the talismans plastered to the walls of the cave are rippling uneasily as if in a breeze. Alive or undead, whatever this thing is, it’s powerful. “Ready transport talismans,” he orders hoarsely. “And be prepared to get everyone out of Yiling.” He can’t endanger the Wens more than he already has. Even against such an unknown enemy.

Wei Wuxian crouches before it, a handful of talismans at the ready. Blood has pooled around it, dripping from what look like pointed ears, tangled hair. A hitch of its shoulders—breath. Alive. And then it starts to sob.

It’s no monster. It’s a man.

And this simple fact makes Wei Wuxian deeply unsettled.

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[thatswhatsushesaid]

Why didn't Su She just grab JGY and teleport out of the temple? Was his cultivation level really low? Did he need a recharge??

it's funny you should send me this ask, anon, since it does form the basic premise of a fic I am working on (kind of).

sms's cultivation level and martial arts skills are quite good! before uncovering his identity as the mystery swordsman responsible for absconding with xue yang's body and, presumably, the stygian tiger tally, wwx is impressed by his techniques and capabilities. during the second siege of the burial mounds, sms is the one who leads his moling su disciples in performing the altered song of vanquishing to seal the spiritual energies of everyone else present at the siege--and, once he is found out, he makes use of a teleportation talisman to escape (abandoning his own disciples in the process after tricking them--not a good look, minshan). he's using these talents towards a terrible purpose in this moment, of course, but this speaks to someone who does have a strong cultivation base; his own guqin isn't named in the text, but it is described as a first class spiritual tool comparable to lan wangji's. just because he isn't lan wangji, lan xichen or nie mingjue doesn't mean he isn't a strong cultivator! he's just not a cultivation prodigy.

(though, as an aside, it takes a different kind of gumption and courage to go from being exiled from your sect and branded a coward, to establishing your own sect in mdzs's jianghu.)

so, bearing in mind that he did just exert a considerable amount of that energy during the second burial mounds siege, I do think he was 'running low,' as it were, and didn't have much left in the tank. that said, I do think it's possible that minshan could have made use of a teleportation talisman for both himself and jgy, just because of how much spiritual power he pours into nanping [edit: not nanping!! i forgot that lwj already shattered nanping earlier in the confrontation. so this is a different sword, but i think my point still stands] in his final attack on nmj moments before his death. I am glad that this moment was included in the donghua and very sad it was changed in cql:

(highlighting that short paragraph up top just to indicate the short-sightedness of huaisang's revenge vision quest here. nmj's fierce corpse is a danger to everyone in this confrontation, not just jgy; moments earlier, he'd not only lunged towards both jin ling and jiang cheng, but even towards lan xichen and huaisang himself.)

I love this paragraph; I love that in this moment, minshan's martial prowess and his strong cultivation base get to shine, because he is a character who has gone through the entire novel belittled and mocked and denigrated by everyone around him because of his cowardice, his inconsistent control over his spiritual abilities, and his decades-long grudge against the gusu lan (and lan wangji specifically). all of that remains true, and in this moment, he is incandescent and capable and putting every scrap of remaining power that he has into this attempt to strike down nmj and protect jgy. it's beautifully and vividly written and demonstrates just how unwavering his devotion is to the only person in the text to consistently treat him with respect and dignity.

that said--

the moment of his death unfortunately encapsulates his achilles' heel, both as a character and as a cultivator, imo. minshan's problem isn't that he has a weak spiritual core and weak martial arts: it's that he is impulsive and prone to extremely poor judgment in the heat of the moment (case in point: he curses jin zixun for the unforgivable crime of... wounding his pride. I mean, I too think jzn is a cunt, but like, come on minshan). he pours so much dazzling spiritual power into his sword that it shatters, rendering him defenceless in the face of nmj's attack.

imo this is a pivotal moment in the final confrontation in the guanyin temple where both sms and jgy could have escaped exactly as you suggest, anon. if sms has enough spiritual power remaining to accidentally shatter his sword, he probably has enough spiritual power to activate a teleportation talisman (either while nmj is still staring at the empty coffin or after forcing him back with that initial sword thrust) and escape through it with jgy in tow. but he didn't, because that isn't the judgment call he made in the moment.

[only10th]

Very… very angsty thoughts of the day. Very angsty and whumpy. With that said, TW for: blood, helplessness, near character death, hallucinations

Thinking during the SSC wwx would sometimes get hurt, whether it’s because of using the tiger tally or maybe someone attacked him from behind, and once they’d retreated back to the tents they were staying, lwj would just… help heal him?

Wei Wuxian sits on his cot in his tent, tending to his own wounds like he always did ever since he was young. At this point it was the force of habit, get hurt, take care of it himself. What he didn’t count on this time is that Lan Zhan noticed. He always noticed, cause despite them arguing, fighting, despite how overwhelmed Lan Zhan got, he always had his eyes on Wei Wuxian.

That night was particularly cold, no matter how many layers or how many talismans he placed around, it was just that cold. The sound of the flaps of his tent opening is what caught his attention, and there he was, Lan Zhan, uncharacteristically, letting himself in with bandages and medicinal herbs in hands. Once he steps in, he just sees a very, very tired and bloodied Wei Wuxian. The grime from the war smeared on his face, clouding his handsome features. Though, it’s not enough to cover Wei Wuxian’s surprise to see Lan Zhan in his tent.

“Lan Zhan? What are you doing here?”

There’s silence between them and it stretched for what it felt for eternity. Lan Zhan looks down at the items in his hands, and then back at him. “Tending the wounded.”

At that moment, Wei Wuxian can’t help but scoff a chuckle under his breath, “I’m not wounded, I’m fine. There are other people who are in dire need of your assistance.”

Lan Zhan’s brows furrow with worry and frustration. Why is Wei Wuxian doing this? He knows what he saw, Lan Zhan saw a shower of arrows directed specifically towards him. He had strummed his guqin just in time but two arrows still managed to land on his back.

“It is not wise to neglect your injuries. Whether they are big or small, one’s body needs to be replenished and taken care of.” Lan Zhan presses on, taking a step closer towards the other.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says his name with ice, “You really think of me as a frail thing that needs constant supervision?”

Wei Wuxian stands from his cot, grabbing his dizi as he does. Though, he only takes one step before he comes crashing down to the ground.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Zhan calls, quickly stepping closer to grab the other’s arm. He helps him back to his cot, “Let me help.”

The insistence dissolves Wei Wuxian’s walls. With a defeated sigh he nods at the other and begins to slowly shrug his robes off. He’s too tired to fight, too tired to push him away. So the two stay silent while Lan Zhan works to tend his wounds.

“I’m fine, you know?” He mumbles, breaking the silence. “You really should be putting these supplies to better use, for the people that need them the most.” A hiss slips without warning when Lan Zhan swipes clean the wound left by the arrow.

“Your wounds are not healing properly.” It’s all Lan Zhan says, and Wei Wuxian is glad because he knows he doesn’t have the energy to fight Lan Zhan about how his new cultivation is affecting his nonexistent golden core. From the corner of his eye he can make out Lan Zhan’s hands moving efficiently, threading a sterilized needle. “Breathe.” Lan Zhan instructs before letting the needle sink into his skin. They stay like that for the time Lan Zhan puts in taking care of all the wounds he got during the fight.

“Thank you…” he mumbles after a long while, “But you don’t have to keep an eye on me. Today was a slip up. It won’t happen again.”

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His breath hitched while he laid on the floor, doing his best to keep his head leveled and the panic at bay. He knew blood slowly seeped through his fingers, but he couldn’t move. He was bleeding out… after today’s battle he had limped towards his tent. He didn’t think it was that bad, it was just a scratch, he thought, no one had been able to get so close with his army of corpses… yet, once the adrenaline left his body he came crashing to the floor. Wei Wuxian couldn’t move, his body refusing to listen to his commands, so the only thing he could do was to try his best to stop the bleeding but his hands were so shaky, so weak. Time ceased to exist, he doesn’t really know how much time it has gone by.

Wei Wuxian has to try. His voice is so frail as he calls for anyone to help him. Anyone would do, as long as they find him.

“Shijie… shijie—“ he whispers before choking on his own blood. Maybe.. maybe if he raises his voice, he heard his voice earlier. Maybe he was still around. Maybe… Gods, it hurts to breathe. “L-Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan…!”

Consciousness slipped quickly from him. It hurts so much to breathe. And all he could think about is how scared he was. ‘I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared…’

“It's okay, A-Ying. It’s gonna be okay.”

His eyes widen at the silky, yet comforting voice. That voice… It was so distantly familiar. With difficulty, he turns his head and he gasps softly when he sees a woman and a man kneeling next to him. The man had his very own eyes, and the woman reflected his own smile, a red ribbon tied on her hair like his.

“A-Niang..? A-Die…?” He tries, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. They come out in a whisper, but even then it takes so much energy out of him.

His mother hushes him, fingers gently brushing his hair. “My A-Ying… My sweet, brave A-Ying. You’ve been so brave and strong. I couldn’t be more proud.”

“I’m scared… It hurts.” He whimpers, hot tears spilling down his cheeks and getting lost in his hair. Wei Wuxian tries to reach for her hand but falls with a quiet thud next to him. Inches away from his parents. He wants to touch them, he wants to be held by them. For once, he wants to be held…

“We’re here, baobei. It’ll be over soon.” His father said with a sad smile. “Forgive your a-die, I couldn’t protect you… I couldn’t take you away… Your A-die is sorry that Jiang Fengmian let you suffer.”

“I’m scared… I’m scared. I-I don’t wanna die.”

“A-Ying has done enough. Rest, my child. Everything will be alright.” His mother whispered, leaning down and pressing a loving kiss to his forehead. It felt so real, maybe they really were here. “Rest. Close your eyes. A-Niang and A-Die are here.”

He doesn’t want to close his eyes, not when his parents were right in front of him. He missed them so much, he had so many things to tell them. Tired eyes flutter close, a tear sliding down his face. Maybe… maybe he can let himself rest. The war is almost over, the sects don’t need him anymore, right? He can only hope… that his shijie or Jiang Cheng are not the ones to check on him. He wouldn’t want them to find him like this… The thought of his shijie crying… no, she’ll be fine. Jiang Cheng will protect her, and he’ll always be close, his spiritual energy thrums through Jiang Cheng’s meridians. So, he’ll always be with them.

He’s done enough…

At least the pain eases out, the floor doesn’t seem so hard. His mother is holding his hand so tightly. Wei Wuxian wants to pry his eyes open, he wants to see her again. Compared to when he was thrown to the Burial Mounds, at least he felt warm.

“…Wei Ying—!”

He’s too tired to respond, too tired to bother and find out who is calling his name. Whoever it is should respect what his mother asked, she wants him to rest. It’s not like they can stop him from sleeping, Wei Wuxian had always been a heavy sleeper. Just let him rest…

“…wake up— Wei Ying, wake up!” The voice above him nearly screamed with despair. That same warmth envelopes him closer. It was comforting to say the least. Gentle, yet firm fingers press against his wound on his side. “Stay. Stay…”

“A-Niang… Wants A-Ying to rest…” Wei Wuxian mumbles, and he feels himself sinking deeper into the black void until he’s suddenly pulled back. He choked in a scream, pain flaring from his side.

“I’m sorry, Wei Ying. I need to stop the bleeding…” That voice… Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, even if his vision is blurry he can still make the Second Jade of Lan above him who had been cradling him in his arms.

“L-Lan Zhan…?”

“Do not speak. Focus.” Lan Zhan urged, voice strained as he kept sharing his own spiritual energy to help close the wound. “I’m here…”

He lets himself fall limp in Lan Zhan’s hold. He’ll deal with the aftermath and the yelling later. Wei Wuxian can’t help but lean closer to Lan Zhan, letting the warmth comfort him. Maybe he wasn’t as alone as he thought he was. He’ll make sure to thank him, once he’s well rested. He at least wants his parents to know he’s resting in good hands.

[esoteric-chaos]

What is Protection Magic? The How-To's and Methods

Protection is necessary in the world we live in as it is just a fact of life. Did you know we need spiritual protection too? Whether it be protecting yourself from negative entities, negativity, curses or someone's bad vibes you need to be able to keep your peace and personal safety. Protection magic can either be offensive, defensive or both.

We touch on a form of protective magic called warding in another post, warding is a defensive type of protection magic. You can also do baneful wards. Those are an offensive and defensive type of magical protection.

Here are some other methods of protection that you can keep on your persons or place within the home.

Spiritual

Black Salt - Great for both protection, warding and banishing. Please be careful around pets with salt as they can get sick if eaten.

Water - Holy water, blessed waters and moon water can be used in rituals, baths or in sprays.

Incense - Dragons Blood, Rue, Sage, Rosemary, Mugwort, Frankincense, Blackberry Leaves, and Pine are all great to burn for protection. Can be made into herbal sprays.

Sprays - Herbal sprays can be made to be sprayed around the home and self for protection. Be cautious with pets.

Crystals - Black obsidian, Labradorite, Tigers Eye, Selenite, and Black Tourmaline can be carried or worn for protection

Sigils - Created with protective intent.

Witches Bells - Witches bells hang on your doorknob or on your door (inside the home) for protection and banishing. When someone comes into the home it rings, banishing negative energy.

Talisman - Objects with spiritual and historical meaning for protection. Can be worn or hung around the home.

Charms - Objects enchanted with the intention of protection. Can be worn or hung around the home.

Energetic Shielding and Armor - This is a form of warding but I'd like to place it here as well. Energy shielding and armour are very much like making protections and wards around your home, they're made with the energy you manifest within yourself or if you are someone who has low energy it can be borrowed from energy sources. I go into this more in my Warding post.

Physical

Veiling - Wearing a blessed head covering will protect you from other's personal energies. It can also help you stay in tune with your own energy without being overwhelmed by that around you.

Baths/Showers - Submerging yourself in water with protective herbs and oils. You can also shower with protective herbal soaps and hang a mesh satchel with protective herbs over your shower head.

Infused spell oils - Oils infused with protective herbs can be placed over the pulse points, third eye, feet and heart area.

Makeup/Skincare - Things like foundation, concealer, serums and moisturizer can all be used with the intention of protective barriers. Same with scented lotions, perfumes and leave-in conditioners. Makeup can even be colour correspondence with protection. Drawing a sigil for protection under your foundation may aid too. This is what’s considered glamour magic. Get creative with it!

Clothing - Wear protective coloured clothing like Black.

Vocal - Prayer to deity/ancestors/guides/etc for assistance. Prayer from a holy book.

Feel free to leave your methods below!

Blessings!

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[farlydatau]

Thai traditional art of Talisman Twin Tigers - Yellow Design T-Shirt

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Young!Human!Sukuna whose heart is stolen by a isekai'd scientist reader

WARNING: attempted murder, abuse, bullying, successful murder, CANNIBALISM

Go away if the aforementioned concepts make you sick

Sukuna who is born with his tattoos and is seen as a monster. His parents try to kill him but fail every time. When his father left him in the woods, he woke up the next morning to find the baby back in the house, and when his mother tried to crush him with a rock, she slipped and broke her leg.

Sukuna who isn’t given a proper first name because “he doesn’t deserve it.”

Sukuna who is forced to learn how to hunt and fish as a young child because “he’s useless” otherwise.

Sukuna who doesn’t complain about having to eat only swill because the other option is to starve.

Sukuna who can only watch as other children play and have fun with their families while his father berates him in public. 

Sukuna who’s the reason why his parents started arguing more. 

Sukuna who came home from a hunt one day to find his childhood home bloodied, his mother dead and his father hysterical. 

Sukuna who kills his father in self-defense.

Sukuna who is ostracized by the other villagers.

Sukuna who encounters an oddly dressed foreigner in the forest, who saves you from a bear.

Sukuna who stiffens when you throw your arms around him in gratitude, crying and laughing with relief. 

Sukuna who learns a lot from you even though you speak a language he vaguely understands as Japanese. 

Sukuna who helps you build a nipa hut in a safe place in the woods, away from the village. 

Sukuna who has never known the weight and warmth that a home-cooked meal is until he met you, who realizes that the reason the food is so salty is because he’s crying.

Sukuna whose chest feels with indescribable joy when you start calling him “Kitten.”

“Because your birthmarks remind me of a tiger,” you said. 

Sukuna who doesn’t question your desire to dissect already dead animals and can only think of how your eyes shine when you cut them open.

Sukuna who does everything as you instruct without a word of complaint, who learns that he is abnormally fast and extremely strong for a human. 

Sukuna who falls in love with everything you do and would marvel at everything you say because instead of getting scared of him, you seem to be eager to be near him.

Sukuna who grows up into a supernaturally big and strong person, but is a complete puppy.

Sukuna who with your help, discovers that he has an abundance of what he will later know to be cursed energy. 

Until one day, he finds your home desecrated–all those glass test tubes and surgical tools you had him make for you were scattered about, stomped on by people from his village and strange men he’s never met before. 

“Sorcerers,” they called themselves as they showed him your corpse, wrapped in binding talismans. 

The kitten Sukuna losing control, unknowingly releases a burst of cursed energy that decimates everyone who isn’t you.

An  overwrought Sukuna caging you in his arms, crying out your name, begging you to look at him. 

Your eyes are wide open but they are unfocused and glazed over. He cups your cheek and turns your face towards him. He pinches you the way you always do with him.

Nothing.

You’re not breathing.

Sukuna then remembers something that you taught him. 

He sets you down on the ground, muttering a desperate apology because he knows how much you hate dirt, and puts both his hands over your chest.

He pushes down, cringing as he feels your soft bones crumble beneath his touch, but he keeps pumping because you told him that’s normal.

He puts his mouth over yours, trying to breathe life back into you just as you instructed before. Then he resumes pumping your chest. Then he breathes into you again.

Day turns into night and he has crushed all your ribs.

Sukuna scratches at his throat, drawing blood.

This isn’t happening.

“Kitten,” he hears your voice, “you know, in my time, hiding our emotions is considered detrimental in our wellbeing, so if you ever have a problem, whether it’s with our experiments or because the villagers were mean to you, just tell me. Even if we can’t solve each other’s problems, at least we can be angry at them together.”

Sukuna pushes back your hair and tries his best to wipe the dirt from your face, illuminated by the full moon.

“Hey…” he remembers himself asking you, “what do you call it when a person’s chest hurts…when the thumping gets stronger when they see someone?”

You’re smiling at him. “Hm, that depends. Is this someone hated?”

“No! It’s the opposite. It’s someone who makes the person smile every time.”

“Hmmm. There is a term for this human condition that hasn’t been coined yet. Where I come from we call it–”

“Love…” Sukuna whispers. “I…love…you.” He has never heard of this phrase before he met you. He has never even known about the concept of love until you explained it to him through various ways.

When you sang a lullaby to an injured bird as you nursed it back to health.

When you chatted with the plants in your tiny herb garden because that helped them grow.

When you patted his back when he finished a task, successfully or otherwise.

Sukuna presses his lips over your forehead as you did to him many times before. “I love you,” he repeats, caressing the skin over your fractured chest before lovingly tearing through it. 

His nails push through the broken ribcage and grab your still heart. 

He examines the organ. It’s a lot smaller than his own hand. It’s so cute, as expected of you, he thinks. Then he opens his mouth and takes a big chunk of your heart.

Your blood drips from the corners of his lips and down his arms as he continues to consume what is left of you.

Without a soul, only the corpse is cursed. 

Every bone, every piece of flesh, every drop of blood is gently consumed, because he doesn’t want to leave a single part of you behind.

When Sukuna went to take a bath in the river–“I despise dirty things,” you had told him–he caught a glimpse of his reflection and burst out laughing.

He leers at the four-armed monster in the water and wonders if you’ll still accept him like this.

A/N: So… just a clarification, even though I wrote "isekai" (and this is technically still isekai) in the title prompt, Y/N basically time-travelled into the past and is unaware of who Sukuna is or what is jujutsu. Y/N isn’t a foreigner from our world who knows about Jujutsu Kaisen. They just time-travelled.

Also, if it wasn’t clear enough, in this au: Sukuna wasn’t born as a two-faced, four-armed human. He gained the extra organs and limbs after he ate the corpse of Y/N, which he unknowingly cursed. I like to think that he has a LOT of cursed energy, and because he ate Y/N’s cursed corpse, his power doubled. Am I making sense??? Just…yeah. I’m tired. HAHAHAHAHAHA

[lexygabe]

tora aikawa / twisting tiger headcanons/rewriting/etc.

(march/11/1990)

pisces sun | virgo moon | aquarius rising

INFP - 9w8 - sx/so - 974 - ESI - RLUAI - EFVL - Melancholic-Phlegmatic

general headcanons:

• trans masc, he/him, gayace,

• nobody cares but his sexuality headcanons were made by me when i was mad at wattpad bitches infantalizing him and making him their uwu japanese anime boyfriend,

• also he is little gremlin man before anybody start treating him as omg so cute trans boy hahaha gay baby. nah, he will kick you directly in the balls (even if you don't have them) and he will do this with pleasure,

• as a kid he was creepypasta enjoyer (he tortured miko with them when he was trying to sleep),

• philosophy nerd, not only into "asian philosophy", but philosophy in general. marxism, stoicism, nihilism, epicureanism, etc. everything,

• he reads this big fucking books weighing tons and they are always the craziest shit ever like "the idiot" by fyodor dostoevsky,

• i think he is russian literature fan in general,

• i think he had something that we could describe as depressive episodes, but he was never diagnosed with it til adulthood. and to be honesg tiger himself thought that everyone have felt something like that from time to time,

• probably has light ptsd,

• his friendships with nakama players (besides his and miko bond) aren't that strong like they used to. this is "when both of you start to distancing from each other and you become strangers to each other" situation, (he misses them)

• he self expressing himself very often in form of his new tricks, but also in his writing (he has a lot of notebooks with multiple essays),

• loves cartoons,

• <energy drinks3,

• he has keyhole top surgery type of scars,

• he become strika member after his whole transition journey,

• when doc got his medical results he was a little bit confused bcs birth certificate said that tiger is afab, so he informed coach about it,

• some day after training coach took tiger aside and told him that if anybody's gonna have problem with his identity, he will talk to them and he also asked tiger if he was capable of informing him or doc about his problems/health,

• rasta was first to know, bcs he and tiger went out for a beer together once and tiger started pointing out on his chest and telling a whole story totally drunk. the next day rasta walked up to him and asked in friendly-jokingly way is it safe for him to remove his muscle breasts, to which tiger replied with laugh,

• besides rasta, coach and doc. shakes, klaus and probably whole reserve players bench know about him,

• y'all will eat me (for speaking the truth) but matador, joe and north don't know about the fact that he is trans. bcs north definitely says f/aggot at least once a day, el is this cis lgb+ stereotype in tigers eyes (even tho matador doesn't care about gender identity, if you are hot, then you are hot and you will have to deal with his interest in you) and joe may perceive tiger differently when he would come out (again, this is how tiger feels about him),

• he is very critical of the sigma male trend and whole "sigma" idea in general, he even done a research and watched and read american psycho and fight club (yeah ik this is so random),

• idealist. he is close with his feelings and morality, so he assumes very often that everyone controls their own emotions like him,

• he is both idealist and skeptic,

• texts >>>>>>> voice messages/video calls,

• had religion crisis,

• he develops his trust to people very slowly,

• has mulitple accounts on twitter and makes the best trolling posts out there,

• he has decent knowledge about politics,

• watches kdramas when bored,

• he was wearing brackets in the past,

• has a lot of collections (like gadgets from chips' wrappers, TALISMANS, jewelry, figurines), but he is not obsessed about them,

• has tattoos like this:

• DEFINITELY HAS SOMETHINGG FROM HYPERMOBILITY SPECTRUM. that's why he is so flexible.

throught the series (og tv show, rewriting):

• [—] is waiting to be completed.

relationship with:

• miko: ik a lot of you ships them, but they are platonic to me.

they are like brothers. sometimes they fight for dear life and the other time they send each other funny memes at 3 am. in my head, both of them didn't have a great family dynamic, so they stayed together late at night.

miko was more easy going, so he was always worried about tiger when something happened to him. they aren't ashamed to show their love to each other.

• inyo: when they were kiddos she truly loved him in the most sisterly way you can think of. both of them are very careful when it comes to developing relations so they become very important to each other. it hurt when they had no contact with each other for years and then they become super league enemies (they never even have a talk after this).

• rasta: tiger is welcomed in rasta's house and tiger is always open to do something for rasta in return. buddies.

• cool joe: its complicated. on the one hand they are good friends and joe considers tiger as one of the most normal mates in their team, but they still have that unresolved tension that prevents them from deepening their relationship further.

• others: ?

fashion headcanons:

• smokey eye makeup supremacy,

• TW SCARYASS PRINTED SHIRT. he wears t-shirts with the most obscure shit on them

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• his style is something between grunge, gothic and alt,

• he wears platform shoes to look taller than he actually is,

• some examples of his fits:

music headcanons:

• soft rock!! (car seat headrest is his beloved), j-pop, mcr & bôa.

NSFW:

• had a tdick at the time when he was playing for nakama,

• is into t4t relationships, bcs every cis gay guy he had thing for were super weird about him and either have had internalized transphobia or specific fantasies that crossed his boundaries of comfort,

• tldr give this man a trans bf so he could have the most non sexual intercourse.