Birthday: ides o' March (Pisces sun, Capricorn moon, Gemini rising)
Location: BNE, QLD, AU
Orientation: you what
Status: main computer offline
Spine: missing assumed nonexistent
Questions? Comments? she AT dreamsin DOT digital
Rin (麟) is not Wei Wuxian, but may indeed be his twin sister separated at birth. She tries to be elegant and graceful but is mostly failing there. She is a writer, a Dao cultivator, a landlocked selkie, a crazy doll girl, a lunatic, a trauma survivor, kind of a weeb, and a pain in the backside. She dreams of living the island life on Bribie, working in a tiny independent store, and writing by the ocean for the rest of her time. She has a long-lived preoccupation with Heian Japan and traditional Japanese aesthetics, and recently learned sashiko embroidery. Mainly to keep her jeans from falling apart. She also crochets like a madwoman. Probably because she is a madwoman.
Her current fandomish obsessions remains Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed, although she’s a little distant from fandom at the moment due to brainsick. It happens. Doesn’t mean she’s any less in love with Wen Ning.
She is very, very tired and would still like another coffee, please.
Once upon a time in ancient China, there was an unusual bird from the sea that landed in the countryside. It was large and beautiful, resembling the legendary phoenix. People called it the Sea Bird. Rumors about it spread like wildfire, and soon reached the ears of the King.
"I must have this extraordinary creature!" the King declared. He sent hunters and soldiers after it. After much effort, they managed to capture it alive and unharmed.
The King kept the Sea Bird in a cage at the palace temple. He had his musicians play their best music for its amusement. He had his chefs prepare royal feasts for its consumption.
None of these had a positive effect on the Sea Bird. It was confused by the offerings, frightened by the sounds, and depressed by its captivity. Despite the King's best effort, it refused to touch the dishes of the most succulent meats, or drink the wine of the finest vintage. After three days like this, it died.
The King was frustrated. Did he not treat the Sea Bird as the most honored guest? Did he not give it the very best the kingdom had to offer? Why did the Sea Bird die on him in such a rude and inconsiderate manner?
"THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea"
— WB Yeats
Dollface, I wish I knew.
You have to give in to whimsy now&then.