Fanart is by Syurii22.
Toyosatomimi no Miko is a character in the Touhou Project series introduced in its 13th installment, Ten Desires.
Miko was once Prince Shoutoku, a Japanese leader in the 600s known for promoting Buddhism and streamlining the Japanese government. In the Touhou lore, she was visited by Taoist hermit Seiga Kaku, who had heard about Miko’s longing for immortality. Seiga introduced her to Taoism, but she rejected it as a religion unfit for placating an entire country. She was intrigued by its promise of immortality, however, and privately converted to it, advocating for Buddhism to keep Japan stable. After drinking an “immortality elixir” (mercury sulfide), however, she was forced to let go of her body and become a supernatural hermit like Seiga, notably taking on the form of a woman, making her a canonically trans character (
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After convincing a hermit from a rival clan (Mononobe no Futo) to sleep without decaying, Miko followed in suit, waiting for a time where a Taoist Japan would revive her in search of guidance. However, Buddhist monks were able to keep her mausoleum sealed, and the legends surrounding her were slowly brushed off- which led to her transportation into Gensokyo, where the folklore of old is a reality of everyday life.
When she awoke in Gensokyo, it was right after Buddhist monk Byakuren Hijiri opened her own temple, however, leading to a surge of divine spirits across the realm, setting up the events of Ten Desires.
What look like headphones on her are canonically earmuffs- Shoutoku was allegedly able to discern between ten questions asked at once, an ability carried by Miko (although with her enhanced abilities, she can also analyze each person and determine their inner desires (thus the title of the game))- although it means her hearing is highly sensitive and has to be muffled to prevent pain.
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i would love to hear about your scars! and any stories you’re willing to share about them.
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<3 theres a few across my body. The self harm ones make up most of them, and dont have many specific stories behind them. The ones on my face are from hitting my face against things. One is very very old, almost nonexistent anymore. I crashed my bike in gravel when i was young. It left some divots in my cheek. Another is from hitting my head on someones spiked jacket in the pit at a show when I was a teen. The most prominent is from when I hit my head on an open hatchback. That one stings in its memory; because i was seen as a guy, i was told to suck it up and that it wasnt a big deal. But I had blood gushing from my head, and really should have gone and gotten stitches. It still has jagged raised edges, though theyve softened considerably. I have a scar on my finger, from a non locking penknife flipping shut on me. It cut deep, thankfully it didnt cut the tendon, but you could see it. Its still white and reflective, but mostly blends in with the rest of my fingers. I have some scars on my shins, from slipping off the pedals of my bike growing up. The rest are from SH. The oldest of those look like strange exaggerated freckles. The youngest are still red and pocked. They mostly dot my arm. Theyre more visible in the winter, when my skin is whiter. I also have a ton of stretch marks. Silver rivers along my thighs.
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Little lines, marks of flesh
Jagged, straight, cross and mesh
Or maybe one thats broad and long
Rough hewn edges whisper songs
And tell of times, events long past
Times of laughter, times aghast
A history, flesh-etched and wrought
A storybook that cant be bought
So touch and trace and read the book
And give them all a second look
To truly hear the story told
And bring it back into the fold
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wow
your body is a beautiful tapestry filled with marks of (a rough) life. i would want to run my fingers over all of them, but the hatchback one most of all. maybe it would soothe the memory. mental scars are harder to touch though.
kinda speechless to be honest, feels like you just handed me something precious
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these are so great, honestly
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I want you to run your fingers over them, in that soothing manner
Ngl ive gotten pretty vulnerable with you
Not the hatchback one, but I still can hear the music from the show where i split myself on someones spiked jacket. It was a metsatöll and finntroll show (I used to listen to metal a lot (and pretty indiscriminately tbh 😬 i didnt vet bands like I do now (tho i havent looked at either of those bands in a long time. But its metal, so like theres a nonzero chance theyre reactionary nazi-adjacent mfs))) and i got hit in the head during metsatölls set.
Im so glad you like them
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thank you for sharing these thoughts
I’ll try to be worthy of that trust
I get how hard it can be, like I can share all kinds of stuff all day long, but getting into the deep dark of your own head is scary, even on here while being fairly anonymous.
Whatever scar you feel would need the most soothing, hun. for what it’s worth both of those bands seem to be nazi free. But look, your body is a beautiful book filled with stories and that is nothing to be ashamed off
it always amazes me when people can just, you know, write things. without having to puzzle over every word and create something pretty from nothing. I can barely articulate my own thoughts much less make something poetic
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Im sure you will be
Just to lay back, fingers on my forehead, tracing and tracing…
youve got me blushing and feeling safe
Thats the trick, i do puzzle, ive just gotten very good at it over the years
I need to sleep now, so im logging off, ill be back tomorrow ^^
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thank you
i try
artistic things are too far beyond my scope of brainpower sad to say
Sleep safe and sound, sweetheart
I’ll see you tomorrow
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Good morning lovely
Aww but art and creativity are a muscle! Dont confuse small muscles with a total lack of muscle <3
Aww ty i did, and now its time for
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heeeeee
good morning, enjoy the coffee.