#king kettu

[rizardofether]

I've been drawing headshots of my GW2 characters for a while now. Got a little burned out though so posting all the ones I've done so far and take a break. Don't worry about the inconsistent sizes..

[tyrianrambling]

finished my collection for april's EU art party!!

[9asurainatrenchcoat]

VS Art Party EU Artdump. Apologies for inevitably spelling someone's name wrong.

From left to right, top to bottom: Nastazya Ragewelder, Aikariko Ripchase, Edith Edelburn, Runa Gravemourn, Vegetarian Maneater, Giolladhe, Laurence Bellamy, King Kettu, Nadira Hinnawi

[duskroots]

So uhhh. I "went" to the EU art party and when I say "went" I mean I parked Bria in the right spot on an empty map, went afk for like 30 mins debating whether I should actually join or not, and when I finally came back I realized the actual party had already spawned around me (or I into the party? I assume there was a closing map involved somehow) and I ended up getting ridiculously anxious so I just... stood there taking screenshots and drawing without saying a word like a weirdo lmao. Lots of lovely characters though! <3

Of the ones I drew I only know that Runa Gravemourn belongs to @leafofkudzu, not sure who King Kettu or Artificer Gu Sèul belong to though but I did have fun drawing them :>

[vreliskriri]

CK3: "The king of Burgundy is outside your diplomatic range."

Queen Kettu of Finland, stuffing her ready-spun web of lies back into her mouth:

[news1latest]

Sabarimala Temple: Tradition, Faith, and Devotion

Nestled amidst the verdant Western Ghats of Kerala, India, the Sabarimala Temple stands as a revered sanctuary dedicated to Lord Ayyappa. This ancient shrine is a profound testament to tradition, faith, and unwavering devotion, attracting millions of pilgrims from diverse backgrounds each year.

The Divine Legend of Lord Ayyappa

Central to the Sabarimala Temple's spiritual aura is the legend of Lord Ayyappa, also known as Manikandan. According to Hindu mythology, Ayyappa was born from the union of Lord Shiva and Mohini, an avatar of Lord Vishnu. Raised by the King of Pandalam, Ayyappa is celebrated for his divine origins and his embodiment of dharma (righteousness), courage, and celibacy. His life and miracles are deeply interwoven with the cultural fabric of Kerala, making him a beloved deity among devotees.

The Rigorous Pilgrimage

The journey to Sabarimala, known as the Sabarimala Yatra, is a unique spiritual odyssey marked by rigorous observance and profound faith. Devotees, known as Ayyappa Swamis, undertake a 41-day period of vratham (austerity) before commencing their pilgrimage. This period is characterized by strict adherence to celibacy, vegetarianism, regular prayers, and the wearing of simple black or blue attire, symbolizing renunciation and spiritual discipline.

Carrying the irumudi kettu, a sacred bundle of offerings, atop their heads, pilgrims embark on a challenging trek through dense forests and steep terrains. The pilgrimage culminates in the ascent of the Pathinettam Padi, the Eighteen Sacred Steps, which can only be climbed by those carrying the irumudi kettu. This ascent symbolizes the devotees' spiritual readiness and purity.

Unique Traditions and Practices

Sabarimala Temple is distinguished by its inclusive nature, welcoming devotees from all walks of life, regardless of caste, creed, or religion. However, the tradition of restricting women of menstruating age (10 to 50 years) from entering the temple has been a subject of extensive legal and social debate, reflecting the ongoing discourse between tradition and modernity.

The temple's rituals are meticulously conducted under the supervision of the tantri (chief priest), ensuring that ancient customs are preserved. The temple is open for worship during the Mandala season (November to January) and on specific days according to the Malayalam calendar, including the first five days of each month.

The Essence of Spiritual Devotion

For millions of devotees, the pilgrimage to Sabarimala is a journey of deep spiritual significance. The vratham and the physically demanding trek are acts of devotion and penance, believed to purify the soul and bring one closer to the divine. The continuous chant of "Swamiye Saranam Ayyappa" (Lord Ayyappa, I seek refuge in you) throughout the journey reflects the profound spiritual connection and unwavering faith of the pilgrims.

While Sabarimala remains a bastion of spiritual heritage, it faces the challenge of preserving its traditions amidst the pressures of modernity and environmental sustainability. The large influx of pilgrims, particularly during peak seasons, poses significant ecological concerns. Efforts are being made to implement sustainable practices to protect the fragile ecosystem of the Western Ghats, ensuring that the spiritual essence of Sabarimala is preserved for future generations.

Conclusion

Sabarimala Temple stands as a powerful symbol of tradition, faith, and devotion. The pilgrimage to this sacred shrine is more than a physical journey; it is a transformative spiritual experience that resonates deeply within the hearts of devotees. As they chant "Swamiye Saranam Ayyappa," the spirit of Lord Ayyappa continues to inspire and guide, upholding a timeless legacy of faith and devotion.

[tarnishedxknight]

❛ after you died i could no longer hold a funeral. so my life became the funeral. ❜

@kettuskinchanger

Basch's heart constricted painfully to hear such words from Kettu. Their friendship-turned-romance had barely the time to blossom before the Archadian Empire invaded Rabanastre, King Raminas was assassinated, and Basch was wrongly charged and convicted of murdering his own king. Like many, Kettu had believed the lies told by Vayne Solidor and Marquis Ondore that Basch had been sentence to death and executed.

Years later, Basch now found himself living another life... his brother's. He bore a different name, wore a helm that obscured his face, and spoke with Noah's voice, thanks to Balthier's emulator installed inside that helm. It was exhausting living the life of an Archadian Judge Magister and pretending to be someone he wasn't, but it was even harder to do so while mourning the death of his twin.

Unable to mourn openly, or to be himself in any way, Basch was entirely sustained emotionally and sometimes even physically by Kettu's loving care. She'd found him again, endeared herself to Emperor Larsa and the Senate, become well-acquainted with Archadian nobility... and helped Basch to not self-destruct from stress and depression.

Behind closed doors, he could be himself with her. She spoke his true name, had no fear of touching him, encouraged him to eat properly and drink enough water, and otherwise tended to him as the loving person she had always been to him. And sometimes she put him in his place, too, for she was nothing if not feisty as well.

And yet... sometimes the usually bubbly, positive, and warm little fox woman was overtaken by her emotions. There was much pain that she bottled up on a daily basis, much like Basch did, except she didn't usually let him tend to her in the way she did him. She seemed to want to always remain strong, cheerful, and impervious to pain and sadness... until she wasn't. Her words broke his heart, especially since he knew she spoke about a pain he had caused her. Removing his helm, for they were currently alone, Basch sighed softly.

"I am sorry, Kettu..." he said. "If I could take away that pain from your heart, I would. There is much from those years that I would change, if I could. Alas... neither time nor fate allows us second chances." He took her small hand in his. "But your life is no funeral. You bring light and love, hope and kindness, healing and comfort, everywhere you go," he said with a smile of admiration and gratitude. "I know you carry much sorrow, but to others, you bring only joy. That is all you have ever brought me. Forgive me, that I have not been able to do the same for you. It has not been for lack of wanting to."

[ace-defectives]

Our story begins on a sunny day within the kingdom of Dodron. A land filled with the opportunity for just about anyone to become something great. Ace, being a foreigner from a neighboring country, was more than interested to learn what he could about the land.

Heading inside the capital city’s tavern he overheard a satyr woman talking about a chance of overthrowing tyranny in the land. Making somewhere separate from the king. Obviously, as mentioning overthrowing the king has been mentioned, guards were called. A human man commanded the saytr to run and “get back to Lhanbryde”

Ace couldn’t help himself but be interested by how things were going and decided to follow the human and ended up outside the city at a small fort, what the human explained was the heart of their operations, Fort Lhanbryde. The human introduced himself as Sedarra and the satyr as Koza, who caught up with them a bit after, having been busy leading away the guards. Alongside this lovely little group, someone else had joined from the tavern. A human named Dante, who was equally interested in helping the rebellion.

Sedarra introduced the newly founded party to the rest of the Lhanbryde rebels. A male half elf named Sielle, a male human named Dallam, a half kitsune man by the name of Kettu, and a tiefling by the name of Uragi. Ace was more than excited to help aid the revolution, which was to Sedarra’s enjoyment. He brought up an idea to potentially get information from the king himself. As Dante and Ace were new rebels, the king had no way of knowing that they were assisting Sedarra. So they could go to the castle with Koza as a “prisoner” to bring him and offer turning her in for information.

And so off the group goes, going to the castle with Koza, her hands bound. Surprisingly, the plan goes quite well. They get into the castle with relative ease and get to the throne room where they meet the king of Dodron, a surprisingly younger man by the name of Draumur. He accepted the offer and told his guards to escort Koza to the dungeon where she would be later interrogated for information. Draumur explained that Lhanbryde was a half baked plan with no motive, that sedarra is a better bard than a leader and how he had a plan to end the rebellion once and for all. After saying all that, he let them spend the night in the guest room, as the two said they weren’t from the area.

During the night the next phase of the plan went into action. The two snuck out of the room and made it to the dungeon and got Koza out. The three moved through the halls to the final obstacle to get out. Passing through the throne room. Their food steps echoed off the walls in the dark room. All seemed to be going well until they heard a voice from the throne. The king himself, his vibrant green eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. He demanded to know what was going on. Instead of answering, the three made a run for it, dashing through the halls, hearing something large chase after them. Something angry. The three made it to a large doorway and with great effort was able to close the door behind them, blocking what ever it was on the other side. Only getting a glimpse of whatever it was. And it was not human. Large lanky body and very, very angry.

The group made it back to lhanbryde not sure what they experienced and not knowing.. this was just the beginning…

[neononnie]

howdy! we’re the Grand Show system, we have around 5+ members and we’re not entirely sure how many of us there are, just a lot of stray voices around the headspace- 

we’re still kinda questioning but for now it’s safe to say we’re an endo-trauma/stress mixed origin system

OLIVER 🌙 (Voi/Void, Host) Hi! That’s me! I love starcore and bright nebulas and astronomy!! I’d like to think I’m pretty sociable!

BRUCE 🐶 (He/Him, Middle) He’s not afraid to speak his mind at all, he’s a rowdy little Shiba that loves barking and causing chaos but we love him ^^

BLUMIERE 👑 (They/He/King, Comforter) Narrates himself as a speaking quirk, is an introject of C***t Bl*ck 

DALLAS 🐕 (He/Him, Caretaker) Kinda tough love, he’s like a father to us. If we had a quarter for every time we had a dog headmate, we’d have two quarters, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

KETTU 🦊 (Fox/Fox’s, ???) We haven’t figured out fox’s role yet, but fox seems curious and delighted on human things and all the little quirks of humanity. 

KOKICHI 🍇 (He/Dark) Loud and mischievous, he and Bruce either get along spendidly or cause chaos wherever they go. 

FRISK (They/Them/Ask) Frisk is a nice co-host that often takes over when I’m stressed. Love them for that. /p

CHARA (He/She/They) Chara often cofronts with Frisk, especially if there’s drama involved.

We make edits quite a bit and I’d love to make this a journal for our system stuff

[finnishfun]

Harry Potter ja Feeniksin kilta Kahdeksastoista luku: Albuksen kaarti - Chapter 18: Dumbledore’s Army

kaarti - guard, squad olla päissään - to be drunk käydä vähiin - to run out (supplies) auktoriteetti - authority pitkin poikin - criss cross allapäin - down, depressed

tarvehuone - Room of Requirement

Yhdeksästoista luku: Leijona ja käärme - Chapter 19: The Lion and the Serpent

kohista - to be noisy herkeämätön - continous olla vialla - to be wrong torvi - fool katsastaa - to inspect kunkku - king älähtää - to cry out korviahuumaava - deafening likelle - close, nearby sanoitus - lyrics riimi - rhyme happamia, sanoi kettu pihlajanmarjoista - sour grapes sikolätti - pigsty vastavuoroinen - mutual siltä istumalta - on the spot jääveistos - ice sculpture

[thedemonkingganon]

@kettuskinchanger​ asked:  Well, Kettu thought as she looked on at the sleeping king, at least his face missed the plate of food. She went and found a light blanket and tossed it across those broad shoulders before leaving her basket of apple turnovers and a note just saying they came from her, and she left.

Nope she’s not getting away that easily. He had ended up grabbing her in her sleep and dragging her into the pile of sleep.

[rizardofether]

Tyria Pride 2023! Here's some of my screencaps from this first day on EU. First time taking part of the EU one, as last year I did not have an active EU account. Also as I've made my daily rhythm more normal for my timezone, the NA one happens too late for me to attend any longer sadly..

I was on King Kettu, using the catboy outfit with demiboy flag colours, made the raptor mount pan colours and added the wings in aro flag colours, as those are what I think are now correct for me, though I'm not fully certain I think they're the closest. Will be going with the same character for tomorrow's EU march as well.

[ifartconfetti]

where did kettu come from then?

When i was like... really young - like 10. I got my first computer. There was a website called the Kindernetz (Children’s Net). It was a website safe for kids (you even needed to mail (not email) them a parental consent form to join. It was a really big platform and one of its features besides forums and having your own homepage was a really great roleplay system. You could on the mainpage set the setting and general plot outline, then there was a character tab where the roleplay owner could add characters. And the roleplay tab itself where the action happened. All roleplays were read by adult moderators and if your roleplay had bad themes or was simply not good enough they would write you a text how to improve your thing. You know, webspace was really expensive back then.

It was like, distantly supervised independence for young kids like myself. Anyways, I met my best friend at that time on there (who came from a different german-speaking country than me, actually!). After a few roleplays i deleted (because you could only host one roleplay on your account! you could join multiple, though) I came up with Gaia’s Tree with her.

By the time we wrote Gaia’s Tree we were like, 15 or something already. It turned into a multi-year project with over 100 characters, an extensive world map that challenges universes like LOTR, diverse cultures, multiple countries with their own unique backgrounds, serveral races, serveral mythologies, multiple storylines. You get the idea.

Kettu was my character and a god (or demigod? Trickster god? something like that). Kettu is one of the children of Gaia. It is believed in folklore that Gaia fell ill after she was cursed by one of her own children once. 

That’s where the first protagonists start out: The young prince Avenir and his friend/crush the human Sira notice the magic in the world is doing weird things and is becoming weaker. They find a map that can only be read in moonlight by accident in Sira’s father’s library (he’s a dick and owns rare stuff that actually belongs to the elves and aquired these things through pillaging). Humans and the nearby elves are not on good terms so Avenir and Sira are kind of a forbidden friendship. As protagonists do, they head out to find the dragonpeople the map tells them about. Of course. Long story short, they do that, solve a few adventures, talk to people. Find themselves in a forest of eternal winter. Everything is frozen as fuck. They kind of wonder how they are supposed to find a child of gaia in this frozen-over hell. Figure the lake looks frozen enough to walk over. In the middle of the lake thered this patch of orange red fur just below the ice, frozen. That’s kettu’s mortal body. Being essentially a lich. Of course they do not like 2 teenagers being this close to their body and they crack the lake in an attempt to drown them. Sira managed to run quickly enough. Avenir almost fucking died. Sira being the more eloquent of the 2 managed to intrigue Kettu into coming with them to heal the tree.

Kettu had their own plans, of course. Follow them home, and hang out. Being a shapeshifter they managed to fuck with the other dude (caleb, a farmer boy and childhood friend of sira) who has a crush on the girl Sira and trick him into hating Avenir BIG TIME. Shit hits the fan hard enough that war between the human village and the elven settlement almost breaks out. They manage to uncover Kettu’s lies. Make them feel really bad. Save the tree. Sira ends up dating both the elven prince and the farmer boy bc they are both stupid dorks. Happy end for this storyline. At least until the 2 humans reach the end of their lifetimes and avi is left alone as a depressed sad elven king who then decides its time to die so he lays down and just perishes, as elves do in that universe. Let the forest re-claim them. Some say kettu is still fucking people over elsewhere, or something TLDR kettu always was a dick 

SORRY THIS GOT REALLY LONG

[mischiefandnightmares]

Pitch, dare you to kiss Grim on the mouth. Fey, dare you to kiss Kettu on the mouth.

Send my muse dares

@ursa-major-godliness @kettuskinchanger

The Nightmare King gave the Anon a horrified look. “I would rather step out into the sun!” the Boogieman hissed. He knew that he would be labeled a coward, but he had standards! Like hell he would kiss such a beast.

___

Fey felt her freckle covered cheeks light up with a faint blush. “Alright... If she don’t mind” the red head muttered bashfully. “I am sorry Lass, but a dares and dare” the spirit said before giving her a quick peck on the lips. 

[tarnishedxknight]

Are you drunk? (Let the poor boy be happy… we’ll have time to ruin that later)

Send “Are you drunk?” to start a thread with my muse drunk!

Basch was a little taken aback when King Raminas told him to, quite literally, take the day off. First of all, he didn’t know what to do with downtime at all. His position as Captain of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca did no afford him very much free time at all, and that was how Basch preferred it. Less time to sit idle and consider things he’d rather not. However, Raminas had expressed concern that he was... working too hard lately? Or too long? Or both? The concern came in with regard to exhaustion and his level of focus. Although Basch had not nothing wrong or neglectful, his king was concerned that he would eventually become run down, and that is how mistakes are made. Mistakes when guarding royalty can be fatal.

He understood what Raminas was trying to say, but Basch could not help but feel like he had been reprimanded somehow. How was doing one’s job meticulously unacceptable? Even so, there was no room for argument. He had the day, and the adjoining night, off. 

Rather than sit in his quarters and waste the time, Basch decided to do some connecting with the masses. Not only was it important to remember where he came from, but it also helped to foster trust between the common folk and those appointed to protect their country and well-being. So he headed to Lowtown and had an emotionally tiring day of letting the people there complain about whatever was bothering them most. Poverty, disease, feelings of not being heard or seen by the king, fears about how the war between Archadia and Rozarria might affect Dalmasca, worry about where their next meals would come from. Basch brought a fair amount of coin with him - the majority of his salary went to charity anyway, for he had little use for it with all the palace provided - and gave to those who seemed to be in the most immediate need. It was a small dent made in their troubles, but it was something.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Basch decided to visit a Lowtown tavern, a decidedly loud and rowdy place, but reminiscent of one he and Noah used to frequent in Landis. Sitting at a table off to the side and out of the way of most of the festivities, Basch decided to do something he rarely did anymore... drink. He needed a break from the troubles of the city. After several rounds of ale, the alcohol was starting to go to Basch’s head in the best of ways. It was at that moment that he noticed a very familiar burst of shocking red curls enter the tavern and, being significantly inebriated, Basch wasted no time in waving to her.

“Kettu! Never thought I’d see you here!” he called, chuckling as he raised his mug of ale to his lip yet again. Company would be nice at a time like this, especially from someone as pleasant and beautiful as Kettu.

[oftrialsandwolves]

The Prince’s Backstory

Michael Caasi was, to no surprise, a rebellious prince. He despises his parents and makes sure to only play along to their plans as little as possible. This he shows through escaping from the palace when no one is around to see or hear. Whether he escapes to his self-build safe haven or the nearest high-class bar is hard to say. But one thing is certain. His rebellious habits and tendencies is what his parents use as an excuse to punish and abuse the young prince.

In Mic's eyes it often appears unjustified. Often there'll be punishment for no obvious reason. This is due to the Mark of the Wolf he carries, an old long-forgotten mark the Caasi family inherited. Something the young prince's parents regard as disgusting.

But back to Michael. Especially throughout the his teen years the habits became more and more prominent. Eventually his parents had enough and assigned a personal guard to Mic. Aranaies Williams was a stuck-up, down-to-earth, loyal and law-abiding guard. The polar opposite to the prince. The king and queen hoped this will brush off on their son and that Naies will set him straight. Mic was displeased, even downright angry at this development and continued on like before. The guard was nothing but a great annoyance to him.

Anger building up eventually caused Mic to decide he had enough and ran to his little hidden opening in the woods. Naies, being dutiful as he is, of course followed. To witness an uncommon sight. A wolf. Specifically Mic hugging the wolf. This might be the first time the prince has shown a softer side of himself.

Aranaies, ready to draw his sword, only gets an angry look from the prince who tells him to not even dare draw the sword. Michael goes on to talk about how this is the only good thing he's ever had. If he ever were to loose it he wouldn't know what to do. So he makes Naies promise to not tell by a pinky promise. It was... well... quite awkward for both of them. Time passes and things aren’t as tense between the prince and his guard as they used to be. Still not relaxed but better. Aranaies however still deals with the prince’s whining and pissiness, thinking he has no reason to be this way. To him the punishment often seems justified as he himself hasn’t known it any different way. But eventually he’ll learn to question the methodes of the king and queen. After a particularly hard punishment of the prince Naies starts questioning the ruling pair. Again through Mic’s whining he learns that it’s not uncommon for the prince to get punished without any reason. Being at his side constantly he knows when the prince disobeyed. Knowing that this time Michael behaved as his parents wanted to, the guard is met with inner turmoil. The prince, angry again, storms off to his little clearing in the woods. To only find it destroyed and his wolfy friend killed. Shaking with anger as he’s falling to his knees upon this horrible sight. With a mixture of anger, sadness, frustration and confusion he runs. Away from the castle, unaware of his surroundings. This poses as the perfect opportunity for the three revolutionaries, Kettu, Cavoc and Magic, to strike. Having seen past the Caasi’s propaganda and lies and having lived through their unfair methodes, they want change. And this change will happen with the help of the prince. The prince, now unconscious, gets dragged off by the revolutionaries. Hearing about this, his personal guard, Aranaies, sets on a quest to find the young prince no matter what the consequences might be.