＊ [ #𝐀𝐎𝐙𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐇𝐔 ] : an independent high fantasy portrayal of 彩玥 / 𝐂𝐚̌𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐞̀. last awakened heir : descendant of the primordial sea - dragon 𝐀́𝐨 𝐑𝐞̀𝐧. known as the 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 & 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑. heavily original lore based ; & inspired by chinese myths & high fantasy elements from multiple media sources. themes of ( drowning , spiritual corruption , grief , possession , blood rites , loss , & divine burden ) are present. a semi selective , mutuals only blog ; personals & non - rp will be blocked. activity sporadic.
𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 ; divine mandate mistaken for control, a bloodline that refuses to fade, grief that lingers beneath still water, the quiet defiance of choosing oneself over destiny, and the cost of saving the sea without becoming its ruin.
𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎. i am a mom of two now, so activity on this blog will be low to sporadic. i have a needy keyblade wielder & an even needier aura-farmer — both openly demanding in their own ways. my days are hectic, my energy finite. all i ask for is patience as i navigate this chapter. motherhood will always be my priority.
𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆. i advocate for everyone to feel safe on their blog, and i expect the same respect here. basic etiquette applies — treat others how you wish to be treated. also: if i am following someone truly problematic, please inform me privately. i appreciate the courtesy.
𝐓𝐖𝐎. i will not tolerate homophobia, transphobia, incest, racism/prejudice, or the sexualization of minors in any capacity. if i see any of the above on my dash, you will be hard blocked. in short: don’t be weird.
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. i follow blogs that interest me and feel compatible with my muse. that said, i only roleplay with mutuals. due to the nature of content here, this is a 21+ blog only — no minors, no personals. i do practice mains; if you’re interested in being on that list, feel free to dm me.
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. drama. zero tolerance. this is my safe space and i intend to keep it that way. i prefer my dash free of unnecessary discourse, vague-posting, or callouts. however, if something is genuinely harmful, i fully support soft or hard blocking.
𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. please do not lift content, graphics, icons, or aesthetics from this blog. these are either paid commissions or my own personal work. i put a lot of care into my muse and presentation — if you’d like information or resources, just ask.
𝐒𝐈𝐗. — SHIPPING. i adore exploring dynamics and am open to multi-shipping upon discussion. romantic ships are chemistry-based and never assumed. platonic, rival, or narrative-driven connections are always welcome — my inbox is open.
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍. i do have discord available , but as i said in my first rule i am a mom of 2 and my attention is always diverted. my replies will be slow , but if i ever go a long period without responding; I AM NOT IGNORING YOU. just give this old lady a nudge & i'll get back to you.
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒: full dash graphics , icon border & psd coloring by : hyruleshop. gdoc graphics : created by myself.
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❝ if a blossom could pray before it opened, perhaps it would sound like her. ❞
she carries her gentleness like first bloom beneath morning mist — quiet, luminous, and far stronger than it first appears. she was made for the tender hour between blossom and breeze, where beauty is softest and therefore most difficult to forget.
yue has always loved jellyfish in a way other people rarely understand. where most see something strange, fragile, or dangerous, she sees a kind of quiet truth in them — soft-bodied things that drift with grace, glow in darkness, and still know how to sting when touched carelessly. she finds them beautiful not in spite of that duality, but because of it. to her, jellyfish feel sacred in the same way the sea itself does: delicate at first glance, ancient underneath, and never as defenseless as they appear.
within her personal grotto, she keeps many of them — different species gathered in moonlit pools and glass-clear chambers, drifting like living lanterns through her sanctuary. they are one of the few things she tends with a softness untouched by duty, watching them pulse through the water as though the sea had made small, luminous prayers and left them in her care.
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i'm sitting here thinking . . . i want like a bitter exes thread with yuè . . . like picture her and another trying to stay cordial after their engagement is annulled . maybe it was political arrangement [ possibly curated by the tidebound council ] and they actually grew close , but everything fell apart when yuè chose to leave and search for her parent instead of going through with it . and potentially falls in love with another. now the other feels betrayed for a multitude of different reasons , so every conversation is polite on the surface but bitter underneath . they know exactly how to hurt each other and neither of them is fully over what happened .
i think since this is a prevalent piece in yue’s lore , so i need to talk about the dead current and how it works.
at its core, the dead current is a cursed underflow moving beneath all living seas — not a normal tide, but a spiritual one made from what the water was never meant to keep for so long. it began, as a wound in the natural order: the grief of shipwrecks, drowned cities, broken vows, ritual deaths, unfinished burials, and lost souls gathering over generations until remembrance itself curdled into something sentient. the sea is meant to hold memory, but not endlessly, and not without mercy. the dead current is what happens when memory has nowhere to go and sorrow is left to sink too deep for too long.
it does not move like ordinary water. it does not answer to moon, wind, or season, but to death, imbalance, and accumulated grief. it spreads through spiritually weakened waters first — old battle coasts, sacrificial sites, ruined shrines, burial trenches, ship graveyards, and places where divine law or sacred rite have broken down. from there, it infects surrounding tides, creating wrong currents, unnatural stillness, blackwater blooms, and rift current tears where the boundary between the living sea and the abyss begins to split open.
what it feeds on is not just death itself, but unresolved death. it grows stronger on sorrow left unnamed, bodies not returned, prayers not finished, vows broken at sea, and the emotional weight of those who were taken without closure. this is why it can swallow ships and crews so easily in the present — every new loss feeds the old hunger. every disappearance gives it more memory, more grief, more voice. in that sense, it behaves almost like a spiritual ecosystem of ruin: always consuming, always deepening, always trying to pull the living down into the same unfinished silence.
the effects are not only physical, but spiritual and psychological. waters touched by the dead current become heavy, cold, and wrong; marine life may grow hostile, sickly, or deformed; ghosts and drowned memories begin surfacing; sacred waters lose their purity; and those sensitive to spirit or tide may hear voices in shells, dreams, and still pools. over time, it reaches the mainland too — through blighted coasts, failed fisheries, vanished ships, and crews swallowed by currents that should not exist.
