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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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Idk, for me at least i find it to be an act-in fantasy, not an act-out fantasy, yk?
But being marked is really fun ^^
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it's....weird honestly. Like I already have self-inflicted scars that won't be going away but i kinda like them? dw im not going to start making more, but....stuff is just weird in my head about it all.
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I know what you mean. My self harm scars arent all that upsetting, but its because they were made by me, and i think someone else doing that wouldnt be something I would feel good about.
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good that we're both in a better place now
i've always been into scars honestly, like there's this whole stigma about women having scars and i never understood it, scars can be so....hot? cute? i cant really place the feeling i get from them. They all tell stories and are marks of life no matter how shitty they may be.
in video games i always put facial scarring on all characters that i can (well i do unless that takes away makeup options for some fucking reason
) and they just look so much hotter in my eyes.
ugh i dunno, maybe getting scarred by someone would be some poser shit or something
also dont really want to fetishify someone for having scars either 
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This kinda makes me tear up. A partner feeling that way about my scars would be amazing. It doesn't sound fetishizing to me.
And fwiw I don't think that'd be a poser thing at all, I can see how that'd be a bonding thing.
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aww, i'm sorry cutie, didnt mean to make you cry.
There's just something about them, like living and being alive is messy and beautiful and the marks we get from it can be....so great.
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would love to trace your scars too tbh
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It was a good cry :cat-trans:
I'd love that :crush: I had completely forgotten how much I want someone to like my scars.
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Good cries are the best kind
Scars are just the words that are written on your empty tapestry of a body, nothing to be ashamed off, cutie.
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>.< Not ashamed, I just don't like them. Sometimes more then others. But yes, thank you <3
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I slip back sometimes. I was good for many years, and the a really stressful time came around and I was right back in it.
I have a different relationship with my different scars. Some remind me of good enjoyable times, others remind me of pretty bad experiences. Some are pretty and some arent. I have a few on my face that i really dislike both from the memories of getting them and because they feel just, idk, gross.
Idk, i dont think so. If its meaningful to you then thats kind of all that matters right?
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Yeah, I guess so stuff is just complicated at times, welp nothing to it, but to ponder some more, if being trans has given me anything it's the ability to be introspective. Thanks for your insight.
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Also I'm sure your facial scars are beautiful like the rest of you
would love to trace them with my fingers tbh
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I was talking to a friend and she said something that, while im not sure i agree/align with her, did get me thinking. She said that she could respect chasers who were up front about being chasers and could enjoy getting together with them, and in fact preferred them to other specific trans people who had fetishized and objectified her.
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i just idk im not used to people finding those parts of me attractive. I do a lot to hide them; i have bangs in part to hide the ones on my face 
they arent very big and have mostly faded tho. I can talk about my scars if youd like :3
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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