#erdenechimeg

[thistransient]

Тойрон бүжье Toiron Bujie

[gorgagne-viperidae]

#1 ENVOY

Reports, in your humble opinion, are a necessity to any field mission, a heads-up, a reassurance to the powers that be that all is well on the front, all is fine and dandy beyond the familiar bastions of civilization even when it isn’t. All may not actually be well north of the Coerthan mountain passes, but the finer details aren’t for the Lominsan thalassocracy to worry over; that’s your job, Erdenechimeg. To assess and report as necessary, by whatever means were available in the least conspicuous manner possible.

So it’s a real fucking pity indeed that [most of] your linkpearls are gone, left behind in the safety of a Maelstrom lockbox. Your contacts, distant. Your means, limited. Necessary sacrifices are made every day, but it leaves you in a particular position with a saying to match; something-something-Lominsan-boys-make-do. So you do. You make do as best as you can.

Today, your best is a recalcitrant post moogle. Its hat sits askew on its fuzzy head, fur groomed up to make a sleek curl just below the cap’s crooked brim. A mail bag three times the size of its bearer dangles casually off an improbable shoulder. No matter how you look at it, it’s a delinquent through and through. It makes your teeth ache to look at.

“Can you be discreet?” You ask it again with a patience worthy of sainthood. “It is important that you be so.”

If it had brows, the moogle’s would certainly be crooking up right now as it leans in, a tiny paw up by its tiny snout in a conspiratorial manner. “What’s it to you, kupo? You got nefarious doings going on? Secrets to hide?” A theatrical gasp, its sneer (you assume it’s a sneer) broadening in furry strokes. “Trying to get innocent folks caught up in your business, kupo?”

The moogle seems to have kenned that there’s something unorthodox about your letter-sending, something odd about your request in this age of tomestones and linkpearls, but unable to put a paw on it, it merely ruffles itself up, puffing big like a real rough customer oughtta. Its voice promptly drops. “Double, or I’m callin’ the Temple Kni-“

You are not a rich man, Erdenechimeg. Your stipend for this moon is already mostly spent, funneled diligently into the cost of a room and other living necessities this far out in the hinterlands. Your gilpurse sits woefully light in your pocket, a delicate but constant reminder that you are indeed dependent on your own abilities for time being. You don’t recall moogles requiring pay to do their jobs, but you also haven’t had to rely on the furry postal system for some turns now, so for all you know they could have unionized in the time it’s taken you to remember they exist.

Luckily for you, you were taught how to handle those uppity union-types by only the best.

Busy rubbing its little paws together in an unmistakable bid for cold hard gil, you catch this envoy of moogle-powered post by surprise mid-threat when you grab it by the pom. “-iGHYIII! N-n-n-now now!” It squeaks. Harried and fraught, the delinquent veneer peels off the little creature like tissue as its hat topples off its head and catches on the lip of its mail bag. Its neat curl of hair seems to fray in sympathy. Tiny paws wave and scramble, unable to reach high enough to even hope of stopping you from your potential pom crimes. “Let’s b-b-b-be-he-he-hee re-he-hEASONABLE, ku-hu-PO!”

The pom itself sits like a soft little fruit in your palm, easily engulfed when you close your fingers over it, and the noise this gentle squeeze earns you could power a city by force of decibel alone. All evidence of the tough customer is gone, shredded with the moogle’s dignity as it squeals for mercy in your [gentle] iron grip.

Feeling better about the transaction now, you delicately haul the trembling peapod of a creature up to your face, where it may catch every angle of your toothy smile as you say, “The good Temple Knights do not need to be bothered, I think.” The moogle trembles all the harder when your tone turns pleasant and reassuring. “Now, perhaps, now we can reasonably discuss postage prices, just you and I.”

“Kupooo…”

[blisteringstar]

Prompt #11 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

The face of his maker showed up at the Edarien's door and Cisne nearly closed it without a second thought. If there was ever a face that would get a true and clear reaction out of him, it would be this one. It was the face of his egotistical maker who only wanted Inwa. He wouldn't have been in the wrong to sock him right in the jaw and tell him to go straight to hell.

Instead, he let him in and they talked. Crane was dead, after all. The man before him was faultless. Cisne heard him out and agreed to help him, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling in his gut throughout that talk. Who told him about what he could do? Why would anyone who knows him volunteer him to this man of all people? Cisne attempted to be cordial through the rage even if he was not polite.

The conversation seemed to almost go on forever until the massive au ra finally departed and left him to himself in the parlor. There was a room in The Forgotten Knight that he could share with him, accepting him as 'the one in charge' while they worked together. The mere thought of being alone with him had Cisne throwing his violin and bow at the couch harder than the instrument deserved, resting with a dull thud against the cushions. The face that abandoned him because he was a failed attempt wanted his help now? How many others were also going to be taken in by that face again?

But he agreed. The hatred built up in his throat could have choked him, but he agreed. This Invader stood there impassively, muttering out clipped words and offers. He was so straight and to the point that Cisne could hardly conceive how he intended to pull off whatever it was he was asking help for, or why Crane picked such a wet paper bag as his host. He was as charismatic as an eel, but Cisne didn't want to delve deeper than that. He refused to feel what was going on in that head ever again.

Cisne's foot rose and collided with the arm of the sofa, kicking it in rapid succession, a loud noise of the feet dragging against the floor as he did.

He didn't want to help him!

Kick!

He didn't want to see that face anymore!

Kick!!

He didn't want to feel fondness when he saw him either!

That warm feeling made him want to puke. It wasn't his fondness, yet he was forced to hold it like a curse. How could he ever trust him again? There was a point in time where 'Cisne' trusted them all and thought there could be beauty in feelings. The only place that got him was this frozen hellhole under the 'watchful gaze' of a spineless traitor who was more than pleased to live as another man's dog.

Finally, Cisne took a slow, shuttering breath, hunched over with his arms lax at his sides and his feet both firmly on the ground. Around him the neatly pinned curls that were up in a bun on his head had begun to fall out, forming a curtain around his face of raw, unbridled, raging fear.

They were different. There was nothing about Erdenechimeg and Crane that was alike other than that face. Cisne still could not find it in his heart to trust him like family. This time he would be cautious.

This time he would make sure that face never forgot him.

[roses-and-grimoires]

Prompt #6: Ring

Characters: Keldrin, Erden by implication @gorgagne-viperidae

"Fucking sanctimonious arsehole!"

The words are the first thing that leave his lips, once he has finally shut the door into his dark sanctuary of an apartment. The sounds of the city filtered in, of course; people talking and laughing, vendors hawking their wares, and the ever present sound of the surf. But they are muffled, muffled enough that the duskwight doesn't bother to keep his voice down.

"Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?!

Unfortunately, he knew that answer, and it came out to "a guard with too much power and too little oversight". Which was just great for the au ra, not so much for him.

With an exasperated groan, Keldrin flops heavily down onto the bed. Reaching out blindly, he drags over a pillow, buries his face in it, and screams. He had tried to cover his tracks! He had tried not to draw attention to himself! He had tried to act like an Eorzean!

And yet, here he was.

With another groan he rolls over, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he runs over the events of the day. Nearby, the console that he had cobbled together casts a faint light as it hums, while his pet snake had (perhaps wisely) elected to stay coiled upon the couch that he had claimed as his. His favorite guitar hung on the wall, alongside the lute that he tended to play nowadays.

At least here, he didn't have to put on an act.

A fortunate thing, considering that that was what he was being... well. "Asked" wasn't really the word, was it? Being asked implied that one had a choice, and he really didn't. Not if he didn't want his newfound life, the one that he had been working so very hard to build, to crash into the ground.

After all, while he wasn't quite sure how Limsa treated spies, he knew how his old home did, and he had a feeling it wasn't much better.

His eyes linger upon the instruments hanging upon the wall, then he exhales a heavy sigh. No, he really didn't have a choice at all. So that meant it was time to start working on that act too.

[nvwu-moved]

tagged by @2dovey to shuffle my "on repeat" playlist and post the first 10 songs!! tysm for including me, my lovely 🖤✨

zurgaan khanatai ger mini by erdenechimeg

tuuterin tyttäret by värttinä

everything matters by aurora ft pomme

bop it by cody ko + space rangers

hot knife by fiona apple

bachelorette by björk

light of love by florence + the machine

sowelu by wardruna

futurewave by capsule

skaddo by lindy-fay hella

tagging: anyone who wants to!! i feel like i've done too many of these recently to keep tagging ppl, but i'm always interested in what ppl are listening to!!

[mahakalatantrablog]

Г.Эрдэнэчимэг - Хонгор үр минь | G. Erdenechimeg - Hongor ur min

[innervision-dai]

GFly 「Hezee ch uidahgui」 Official Music Video

2022年は、BIGBANGや2NE1、少女時代とかレジェンドがカムバックしていますが･･･

モンゴルのたぶんガールズグループ・GFlyも、約14年ぶりのカムバックみたいです！

曲は、ウランバートルのレコード会社『OCEAN GREY』のプロデューサー・Kairuさん。

透明感あるR&B調の曲も、モンゴルらしい自然の中で撮ったVideoもマジ美しいです。

OCEAN GREYのKairuさんプロデュースではErdenechimegさん「Taminee」も素敵ね!

11月には、KARAもカムバックするみたいです！あとZARAとDORA、蒼井そらさんも···

フェイクニュースによると。

[kaffilatte-moved]

🍃 зурпаан ханатай гэр минь 🍃

[ilovemongolianmusic]

Erdenechimeg - Huree Huuhnuud

[daylightrays]

Non-Gpose Screenshots

Most of the time, if I’m not using gpose, then it’s because I’m trying to show someone something. That being said, I don’t remember taking the first screenshot at all. It’s real cute but I have no recollection of taking it.

Also shown here: The Priarch being ourselves and Erden still not changing his makeup even on mission.

Tagged by @houserosaire

Tagging: Who hasn’t done this.... I’m not sure. Please do it anyway! I want to be nosy.

[gorgagne-viperidae]

[blisteringstar]

Prompt Two: Bolt

Every year when Obon came around, Inwa would pray for the family he didn't know and send a boat out for their souls, hoping they had found their way where ever they were. He would get dressed in his priest garb and bless people's homes, welcoming the spirits of their loved ones and attending festivals where both the living and the dead could be found.

This year Inwa did not attend.

His priest clothes stayed folded in the trunk he put them in. There were no boats or drums accompanied by singing and dancing. Inwa didn't greet the fires and festivals of summer. It didn't make sense to participate in those traditions he loved anymore.

This was the year Inwa learned he was a dragon and that his family was assumed to be alive. For the first time, Inwa had a mother and uncles. Inwa had an origin and a true name. He came from somewhere and was born. In his wildest dreams, he never thought he'd get to feel like everyone else. Inwa existed like everyone else and this both overjoyed and scared him.

The thought did cross his mind to go and send a boat out for his missing father and siblings, but he chose not to. He didn't want to believe them to be dead. There was no reason to send their spirits on when their spirits should be part of the living world. His family was alive and were his. Erden was also alive. This was not the time to think of the dead, but to be grateful for what was still alive.

Ume and Anzu got to see their father again and Inwa got to witness the reunion. Watching his brother embrace his twin girls once again made the time their family was broken worth it. Even if their family was smaller now that Erden's fiancee mysteriously vanished, it felt whole again.

Not everything was joy and happiness. Learning you're a dragon came with expected downsides. Those who would talk down to him now had new ammo to launch at him. Parts of his newly found family were cruel and violent. Too many times had he already heard insults about dragons, his family, and what it meant for the heritage and upbringing he didn't have until recently. Ishgard, which had felt like a second home to him for so long, quickly became a source of anxiety and avoidance. People he formerly trusted became the first to throw stones.

Yet he took this all in stride. It was a time to be happy and grateful for the family he had, even if it came suddenly and without warning. This was not the time to celebrate death in his life. There would be a time when Obon came around again to give proper reverence and peace to those he knew needed help to join the festivities and move back on to the aether flow.

This year he will celebrate life quietly by himself.

[houserosaire]

Which of your character’s allies do they get along with best? Which do they have the most difficulty with?

This is going to be a long one. Within Priarch alone Silvaineaux’s interactions with his allies tend to run quite the gamut. Those he gets along with best are: Sui ( @bookbornexiv ) for reasons that have probably always been far more obvious than he’d think they are. Sui is someone he trusts with more of himself than he reveals to anyone else. Inwa ( @daylightrays ) a close friend, whose advice he trusts and with whom he usually manages to communicate better and more openly than with many others. Elathain ( @ishgardian-nights ) a former subordinate and old friend (at least in the complicated way you can manage to be friends with someone you used to command.) Elathain understands how he works and thinks better than most, and works with him in the way he’s most accustomed to. Lyrin’a ( @hiraethwyl )is also someone he manages to get on with because he appreciates the Keeper’s rational mind and generally cool head.  All of these people have judgment he trusts to listen to, even if he doesn’t always agree and in turn he feels they always listen to his advice even if they don’t always follow it. How he gets on with people isn’t necessarily at all a measure of how fond he is of them. The Secariots ( @thedarknesssings ) are such long time allies that in a way he tends to think of Edarien and Araignee at least almost as family. Like family, they don’t always agree. Silvaineaux has noticed changes in Edarien lately that make him uneasy and recent things that have come to light involving his brother’s fate further complicate his trust there. Araignee has always reminded him a bit of his own sister and he’s enjoyed a friendship with her but lately that has also been tested. Idristan ( @roses-and-grimoires ) falls into a similar middle of the range category. He likes the man well enough, and relates to him as a fellow countryman but they also disagree on any number of things. Rinalys ( @dawning-star ) also fits somewhere in here. He has known her a long time, but not ever managed to get particularly well acquainted with her. She’s his brother’s best friend though, and competent enough that she can be a powerhouse in fights, though he’s not sure how their opinions would line up. Erdenechimeg ( @gorgagne-viperidae ) is someone he can generally respect as well, though he finds the xaela to be a bit of a hothead who sometimes needs to be held in check. Okuni ( @liminal-storage ) is another person he doesn’t know particularly well, though he’s found her to generally be helpful enough and willing to listen. He has little reason for complaint save for an awareness of some questionable (in his opinion) attachments. Talia ( @reddevil-xiv ) moves from the top of this range to the bottom. He is genuinely fond of her, even if she tends to be far more forward with him than he is accustomed to. She’s competent and helpful at her chosen skills, but she’s also sometimes extremely inclined to fly off the handle in one way or another. And then there are the people he tends to have trouble with: Xavipere Secariot ( @thedarknesssings ) seems determined to make himself Silvaineaux’s nemesis sometimes. He seems to make a concerted effort to make him lose his temper and the frustrating part to Silvaineaux is how often and how well it works. Louvel ( @louvel-roche ) is someone he has generally found a very useful blade in the field but when it comes to getting along they seem to have a talent for constantly ending up at odds with each other and butting heads at almost every turn. He’s aware there’s some history on Louvel’s end that contributes to some of it, but that doesn’t always help his temper. Elias ( @gorgagne-viperidae ) currently fits somewhere in here. Silvaineaux has always liked Elias and found him someone with a great want to be helpful but recent events have left him with personal issues of his own regarding trusting and getting along with him. (OOC I’d like to add that Priarch is an absolutely lovely collection of great RPers, and this entire list is full of wonderful, three-dimensional, and very well-written OCs that I wholeheartedly love interacting with.)

[nvwu-moved]

ahhh i forgot abt all the tags in my likes!! tysm to @worm-bus for tagging me 🖤

Rules: List 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same.

cad é sin don té sin - caladh nua

my love - florence + the machine

virtual freedom - capsule

bashed out - this is the kit

herr olof - garmarna

vänner och fränder - folk och rackare

pihi neito - värttinä

zurgaan khanatai ger mini - erdenechimeg

bergfast - gjallarhorn

bottom of the river - delta rae

tagging: @bwaldorf, @waterz, @glowtouched, @watertones, @kimjunnoodle, @zyx, @reminiscebliss, or anyone who wants to!!

[idealistsinc]

29 // paternal

wc: 449

Her father was kind.

“Everything has spirit,” he used to say, “and you must treat all things as living.” That was how he approached the world: like it was an injured animal he must soothe to release from the trap, cautious and measured and gentle. He never raised his voice. He never took life without need. And it was only when it was too late that she understood he had long tired of killing and cruelty, for he had devoured his fill decades before she was born.

Her father was kind, and Khaizo is not. She knows him well enough to admit that he’s closed, impatient, prickly. This is how he approaches the world: like an enemy, looking always to take that corner to which he’s staked his claim. He has raised his voice, and taken lives, and kills out of a muscle memory instilled by too many wars.

And, worst of all, Khaizo still keeps the house too cold.

“Khenbish.”

He is bent over the workbench, linking chains, and grunts an acknowledgment without glancing up. Yesugen sighs. Then, she crosses the room and unceremoniously drops the blanket in his lap. “It’s freezing in here. You’re going to catch something.”

“I’m accustomed to it,” says Khaizo, but puts down his tools for long enough to look at what she’s given him. His brow furrows.

The blanket is of felted aldgoat hair, simply and cleanly embroidered. He owns nothing like it—felting is truly an art of the steppe, and its workmanship is difficult to find in even the most overzealously stocked Eorzean marketplace. In response to his unasked question, Yesugen says, “Erdenechimeg, Mide, and I made it.” When he makes no attempt to reply, she adds plainly, “It’s for you.”

He thumbs at a stitch, testing the craftsmanship. “Why?”

Why? she wants to say. Because even Mide conceded, between critiquing Yesugen’s amateur stitching as she cleaned up loose threads, that she and her sons would not have ever seen Eorzea’s shores without his intervention. Because Dene cared only that her grandson lived and made no issue of his savior’s demeanor. Because he is the one who first put a spear in her hand and taught her to fight. Because he is not her father, and yet he has followed her and follows her, still.

Because…

“It’s too cold in Coerthas,” she says, smiling, “for such old bones.”

Khaizo is not a very kind man…but nor is she always kind. He understands that in a way few people can, now, after it all; and he holds that blanket in hands that have killed like anything but the softest touch might tear it, and he says, cautious and measured and gentle,

“Perhaps.”

khaizo belongs to @mimiorzea

[thedarknesssings]

The Illusionist’s Parlor: Part 2

The tunnels beneath the Shroud led to a portal.  Upon activating the portal, the team found themselves inside a parlor where nothing was quite as it should be.  A trade was made and now they’re down a Llorne.  

Starring: Silvain @houserosaire; Llorne @auburn-stallion; Inwa @daylightrays; Sohka @dayiir-and-sohka; Talia @reddevil-xiv; Louvel @louvel-roche; Makoto @shadowburgers; Erdenechimeg @gorgagne-viperidae; Istolin @istolin; and Spider and Viper @thedarknesssings.

Part 1.