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hcdragonwrites · 2 years ago

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Tangled Love

(A @semisolidmind Drabble)

Ok! I ran this by Semi before I posted just because I know absolutely nothing about LMK (except the animation can be so pretty!) just so I could get their characters down. I hope you all like it !

She just wanted to escape- both from this place and from her own mind tonight.

The ghosts of memories were walking and she had no distractions to chase them away.

Peaches walked the cool cavern halls of Water- Curtain Cave, her feet echoing in the depths. The sandals she wore and the ornamental clothing she had been thrown into made her scalp prickle and her skin itch. It was too much- but the attendants wouldn’t hear a thing about it.

She had to look the part of Queen.

Peaches, in the absence of the Lord of the mountain and his right hand and sword, was the remaining voice of authority.

To a point.

Finishing with courtly duties and listening in on behalf of her husbands wasn't a huge chore. The two of them rarely left at the same time however. If one was called away the other would remain. Or Peaches herself would be brought along.

This time however she hadn’t been.

It was the first time in ten years.

She had just this night- just this moment of reprieve and she would make the most of it. Or so she thought. Instead, she was fighting something that reared its head and struck her nerves like a asp.

However she wasn’t alone quite yet. As she rounded the corner and came to golden lacquered doors of her bedchamber - their bedchamber- she paused.

“Will that be all my queen?” One of the attending retinue of her guard asked. It was a guard her husbands insisted upon whenever both were away from home- a set of seven of the most battle scarred simians Peaches had ever seen.

They were tasked and sworn with following her everywhere - to the dining hall, to the throne room. If she wished to go and sit among the apple trees and listen to the wind play over the mountain grasses her guard would double in size. Peaches tried to not cause the denizens of Flower fruit mountain any more problems or stressors by going outside when both the King and his Brother in arms were away on a war path.

Her husbands.

It’s what they titled themselves now, after a decade of the terrible start they had on their relationship with her. When she had met the two, they had been just tiny monkeys. A sly looking ginger and gold monkey who had loved to cling to her arms and a dark black furred monkey that brought her fruits and almonds from the wild.

My sweet boys.

They had been her monkeys back then- the little prankster angels she had thought were just simple beasts, trying to survive out in the world.

She had been wrong.

The decision to upend her life, she guessed, had been floated around for months between the two disguised demons as they ate her fruit and enjoyed her touches. It was a mutual one that both had decided was the best option for her.

She took a steadying breath, coming back to the present. Peaches wanted a chance to be alone. Something so rare she craved it like a man in a desert craved water.

“Yes, general. I think I’ll retire early for the day.” She smiled at the monkey who dipped his body into a bow. The gleam of his armor set the flickers of a memory brewing. Fire in the trees, the smell of iron on the wind and a figure among the debris. She shook her head to dislodge it. The rest of them weren’t awful to her. Her husbands weren’t awful to her. They had just ….

Taken away her decisions.

“Very well Queen.” Peaches flinched, unable to quite stomach the title and what that truly meant. If I am queen then why am I without choices? “If you need us call us.”

She turned the handle in the door and slipped in side with as much grace as she could muster.

Peaches closed the ornamental doors to the bedroom, resting her head against the door. Steady. Deep breaths. In through her nose out through her mouth.

The illusion of a paradise that Wukong had built and Macaque helped facilitate always lost its color and believability when they were away. They couldn’t feed her the sugared lies and candied perceptions to tamp back the memories of that night.

It had been just another night on the small farm - a June night of heat and singing cicadas- of windows wide open and Peaches trying to escape that heat. There wasn’t much she could do to escape it. The moisture clung to her and made her bedding stick and clog her nose. So on these nights she stayed up, usually with a candle or the moon to illuminate her night, and read.

The knock on the door was not something typical.

The memory was rising and she couldn’t hold it back. I have to ride it out. Survive it.

Like she had survived that night. Getting visitors in the dead of the night had been unconventional- and she remembered the feeling of being perturbed. Don’t answer it, she told the memory. But this was the past and ghosts of the past didn’t change their course.

She had closed her book, had stepped down the hall to the door and had opened it.

I should have called through- told him to stay away! I should have never left my bed or my book.

It was a drunk man. A fellow farm hand called in for one of the families to help bring in a harvest that had proved too bountiful for the immediate family to handle. Peaches could see the man before her eyes, smell the reek of him.

A drunk.

“Well ain’t it the village spinster! Whaaa da pretty thing you are!” He was a cloud of bitter rice wine, of too much sake on his breath. The intensity of it had a physical effect on her memory and in the present, Peaches wrinkled her nose.

“You should go home Sir.” She had told him- tried to close the door.

His foot moved faster and his hands had caught the door.

A wild set of emotions swept through her. She had to sit her body down, thankful she had been able to get away from the other monkeys before the memory seized her like a vice. They would have been in a panic over her and she couldn’t let their little hearts worry so. There was nothing they could do to stop the remembering.

It was his fault this all happened. It was His. He didn’t have to be drunk and show up at my home- he didn’t have to shove his way into my house and try and grab me.

But he was just a single man. Did his actions warrant the destruction that happened next ?

“Get out!” Her memory self cried. The wooden table she danced behind as the drunk stumbled and moved towards her, was her only shield.

“The Boys Said you prefer the company of wild animals …” his speech was hard to hear. The wine had made him bold, stupid, and aroused it seemed. “I thought I would give you mtaste of what a real man was, since the villagers are al’ ‘fraid of your Witchery with monkeys.”

She had run- she had thrown her things at him. It was probably the commotion of her breaking a pitcher over his head that had alerted her monkeys. The loud clatter of the pottery across the floor had sounded so sharp and final. It had only made the man more determined.

The drunk when he did get his hands on her was furious. He swung a fist and sent stars into her eyes. Peaches had clung like a wildcat to her conscious, kicking out with legs and swinging with fists. Her nose was full of the sour smell of him- had felt his hands and fought them. A kick to his groin had sent him wheezing. Another fist to her head had Peaches crying. She had stared that drunk in his mean little eyes as he whispered the terrible things he wanted to do to her.

She had been staring in those eyes when he died.

He never got to touch more than her arms that night.

Peaches heard something step through the door that had been left open to the night. She had heard the creak of her house as something walked within it. And the sound of something- like a water skin being popped and a splash of warm liquid against her belly had shocked her.

The Drunks eyes went wide with confusion, rolling horselike in his head. His bruising grip on her wrist had let go. In the present, She rubbed those wrists, the phantom pains hard.

“..mah… belly.” The drunk had mumbled then belched a bucket of blood onto the floor. Peaches could see something protruding from his middle- something long and thin like a stick. Or a staff.

Clawed hands pulled the head back and twisted with a fury. The sound of bones breaking was loud, as if a fire was consuming dry wood. The drunk crumbled in those hands like a puppet cut free of its strings.

A new stranger stood in her home, his frame large and broad and most assuredly not human. He tossed the body like someone would toss a rag across the floor. The glowing eyes in the sudden dark were all she could see. Her mind, even in its heightened adrenaline drenched state, recognized the face pattern, saw a familiarity in the fur. There was, in fact, still a little flower tucked against this demonic creatures ear. The same flower she had interwoven in her forest friend's fur that afternoon.

“Your… your my…”

Nerves and the come down from the adrenaline high we’re making speech hard. The monkey demon before her, who’s eyes seemed to spit fire, softened. Just a bit.

“You are my Peaches.” Wukong said, touching her hair, her face, her hands. Taking stock. Then he had taken those limp hands and threaded them through his fur, trying to get them to grip. It would help his own rage and calm her fear. It was thick in the air, ruining the natural sweet smell she had. That and the slab of flesh on the floors own fetid death scent.

Wukong was not the best at this - this comfort thing. But he would rise to the occasion. He would try for her.

Fury and rage made his tail lash and the fur along his neck to stand on end.

At first she had just been a simple human that would leave little offerings to him and his brother in arms. An oddity here in the shadow of his mountain. Most humans around here feared the monkeys and kept away from all of them, having a legend that if one was harmed a great calamity would befall them.

Wukong didn’t mind being that calamity. These were his people, his subjects. So hearing the chatter from some of his kind that a women had begun to leave out gifts had of course spiked the Kings curiosity. The humans beneath Flower Fruit Mountain were his lesser subjects. So he had come down from the mountain, disguising himself as a smaller and more approachable sized monkey, to see the fuss his subjects had started gossiping about at groomings. Only to see his brother, Macaque, already being petted and tended and kissed on each of his six ears.

Of course first impressions had been terrible and Wukong, used to getting the first pick of everything, had come screeching into the clearing and demanding his own pets. It had set off a very small and very mock little battle between the two brothers in arms. One that had Peaches separating them and scolding them as she patched up the little scratches they had taken from eachother. They could have each resisted her pull but both decided that play acting a fight, even if it had started as a bit of one, was the best way to get attention divided between the both of them.

Wukong hadn’t expected to become infatuated. Her name didn’t matter to him- he had rebranded her almost the instant she came to him and offered a smile and held out a handful of sugar and dates. Peaches. After the Kings own favorite fruit, the sweetest thing the mountain produced.

His Peaches.

Of course also Macaques. He shared everything with his brother, the dark furred and six eared demon who had faced battles and won wars besides Wukong. While Wukong had been more leery, Peaches won him over faster than Flower Wine loosened his rigid posture. They had both fallen for this mortal women. And, in the traditional way she belonged to them. She just didn’t know it yet. They had touched and groomed and cuddled and tangled limbs and tails. They were practically married without the marriage bit.

Wukong rubbed small circles into Peaches back, trying to keep himself from bearing his teeth in rage.

I should have taken her home the moment she kissed me.

They had been kisses of the kind one gives to a friend or pet. It had left the warlord craving more burning with more.

Of wanting to feel her give him more than just a chaste kiss on the side of his face.

She wouldn’t have been hurt if he had just taken her home.

Wukong and Macaque had taken to one or both spending the night in Peaches trees, to keep an eye on her. Wukongs obsession had grown into a fascination and warm buttery love. A love that was becoming a wild inferno as he fought to stay still and not leap upon the corpse he had made and turn it into nothing but bits of flesh and gore the crows could carry away.

His Peaches fingers finally grasped his fur and shook. It brought Wukong back from his montage of rage to the present. If only Mac was here — but he wasn’t. He was back at home on Flower Fruit mountain , giving his brother the night to enjoy and keep lookout at Peaches den.

“That’s my girl.” The demon tried to soothe. He really wished he could set Peaches down and finish off what he had started. This place had been bad. This village terrible. He hated every thing and one here that had dared to let a drunken fool up to his Peaches doorstep and allowed this to happen. In reality Wukong was mad it had been Mac’s own sense of importance on taking it slow and letting a little thing like a life outside of Flower Fruit Mountain stop him from from revealing who he was and taking her home.

I am done trying to woo her over slowly. They could have lost her this night if Wukong hadn’t been in earshot, hadn’t heard the crash of something breaking. His clawed hands wrapped around her back and beneath her legs. Before he could realize it, Wukong had her up and in his arms, already stepping on and across the corpse and out into the June air. Mine.

“Let’s get you home, lovely.” Wukongs voice was thick with emotion. Relief to finally, finally, finally have an excuse to take his wife home, to see her sleep in a real bed and eat real food made his heart swell. No more pretending. No more longing. It was happening now. Simmering beneath that emotion was the sweet bubble, the red misting rage, of violence. Once he got her home, got her safe, got her tangled within some of his and Macaques blankets to where the sour smell of fear would be lost within the scent of them- he could come back. He would come back.

He would destroy the village for being the obstacle it was in his conquest for this mortal girls heart. It was in itself, a relief to know he was justified in its destruction.

Look what this place did to bruise my sweet fruit.

Peaches was shaking. Clinging to him. I would have her cling to me always. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in as he walked off. She smelled so good. He rubbed his face to hers, affectionately smothering her fear scent. Wukong felt a smile curl his face. Finally. We can go home and put the charade to bed. Finally you are mine.

Peaches' memory of that night was mostly of clinging to Wukong as they flew through the air, of his voice a rumble of soft words and comforts. He was holding her close, pressing her in. Smothering her in a sense. But she needed it. She clung to it in a way to stop herself from being sick from fright. It was strange but familiar to hold this fur, to cling. Then she briefly remembered another voice, another set of hands. When she looked up and saw that her sweet dark monkey was also here, had also been a demon in disguise, something broke in her. Maybe hysteria. Maybe disbelief. Or maybe she knew, somewhere in her mind, that no matter what she said now wouldn’t save the people- the innocents- in her village.

Peaches had been transferred into the dark arms and THATS where she finally began to cry. The shock was fading and leaving behind ragged holes of emotion.

“Safe, you're safe now.” She was reassured. Hands had lifted her chin, her sweet little monkey- now a demonic one- was gently beginning to sponge away the blood from the cuts on her face. Her cheek swelled, her eye with it.

“Please don’t kill them.” She begged. “He already took care of the one who hurt me don’t kill my village.”

“Hush love…”

“Please!”

Silence. Something cold pressed to her face- a bit of snow from far up the mountain wrapped in cloth. Macaques ears twitched like flower petals in the night air.

“It’s already done. The village is already gone.”

The memory rode itself out in the present and faded slowly.

Guilt washed over her and she cried all for a new reason. She had been the catalyst for Sun Wukongs fury. She had been the decider to his want of destruction. Peaches may not have killed them, may have had a decade to realize that what had happened wasn’t her fault, but Wukong had done it in her name. He had erased that village and all its people like a cartographer reshapes a map. To all the rest of the world, their had never been a village in the shadow of Flower fruit mountain. Not a foundation, not a brick, not even a spare hair, was left of humanity there. Instead it had been cleared as if a fire had swept through. Peaches had seen it on one occasion when Wukong had been persuaded to show her. She had needed closure. Needed the peace.

Once she had healed she had been told her village was gone. She had been given a sweet lie- that Wukong had gone back and the villagers related to the drunk had been ransacking her house to see where she kept the money or any spare wine.

When Wukong had shown up demanding they answer to the crime committed in her home, they had attacked. Wukong had enacted a king's justice as was his right. He had told the remaining villagers to leave- to never set foot upon his domain again for the lawlessness that had been enacted upon their neighbor.

It had taken two years for her to be able to relax whenever he came in smelling of fire and iron. It had taken a few years more for her to remember what Macaque had said when he had pressed snow to her face.

They were the same little monkeys they had been before. But now they had less innocence when they pressed into her face for kisses, when they asked to tangle and cuddle limbs. They insisted she stay in the bedchamber and not move to her own separate room.

It had taken getting used to movement beside her as a hand tugged her hair, or a tale twined her waist. Or a leg curled with hers or hands holding her face. Sometimes in the dark Mac would press his head to her back, using her as a pillow. Wukong would yank her in when he thought her too sleepy to remember and whisper all the things he loved about her.

It would have been sweet. It was touching in a way. If not for the way they revealed themselves. If not for that memory and what she knew now had come after.

It had not taken too long after that for her to start realizing that, though Wukong had saved her, neither of them had any regret of what happened. Neither of them was going to let her go.

When she asked about it or started talking of missing her home- the simple living, the ability to really on herself and choose for herself- Wukong would laugh and launch into one of his tales. He would brush her hair with his claws, run his face against hers and try and deflect her attention to new things.

Macaque, if Wukong was absent, would let her talk. Usually it happened when he asked her to brush his fur or he in turn asked to brush her hair. Peaches thought, just a bit, that the reason Mac was better at listening was for all the ears he had. Each time however, when she got to the part about how this had been her fault, he would stop mid way through a braid or pin and pull her in. Macaque would kiss the tears from her eyes, would press himself close to her chest.

“It was Never your fault Peaches.”

“I remember. I remember he went back- you said he—“

“Hush love you’ll grow hysterical. What Wukong did was justified- he defended you.”

“He killed.”

“I have killed.” He kissed her temple, gentle in his reprimands. He wouldn’t try and brush her words beneath a rug like Wukong. Instead he gave her a smile as wide as the crescent moon. “Let’s finish your hair and get you dressed. We can go see the baby’s, I know how you love the baby’s.” Baby monkeys were her weakness. They had been what led to her loving Mac before she had known he was a demonic warlord.

Peaches rubbed at her eyes and stood, the sorrow in her heart heavy still but the tears at least had stopped. Now she was just tired. Tired and cold and wanting to escape the feeling of it all. So she shed her courtly attire. All the clips and jewels and baubles and bits felt heavy. She placed them within the box at her armoire, then loosened her hair from its bindings. Jade pins, pearl necklaces, golden bracelets with bells of silver (Wukong loved this the best of all) all glimmered back in the firelight.

A pretty price.

She snapped the box closed.

On nights like this, she wanted to wear nothing but her smock, her simple clothing, and bury herself as far as she could go into the bed she shared with her husbands.

It was more of a pit set into the ground, circular in nature. Silken pillows, red sheets and a hoard of anything plush and furred had been thrown into the pit. It was also a snug place to bury herself within and one of the few things she didn’t feel resentment too right away. When the outside felt too bright and she couldn’t go about the mountain to her usual quiet places, she would retire here. To burrow, to bury, to hide.

Peach fell back into the pit of blankets and pillows and pulled herself beneath a fur of some striped monster Macaque had skinned and gifted to her. Tonight the bitter truth was hard to swallow and did circles in her head.

You did this. You caused this. You killed them. This is your fault.

She closed her eyes and hoped … hoped for what might be the worst thing yet. Her husband's return.

A time later she stirred. Something was in her room- was walking to the bed. Peaches felt a flutter of fear before hands reached into her hiding place and simply slid her out.

“Hello darling.” The silken voice belonged to none other than Macaque. His clawed hands entwined around her waist, his teeth nipping at her ear. “You are up late.”

“Does that mean it will be a late morning?” Wukongs voice came from the other side of the room. Peaches could see the ginger monkey removing armor from his shoulders and stretching. As the darker brother kept making a snack of her shoulder, Peaches noticed that the shine of Wukongs paldrom was dimmed. Something black coated the golden imprint of sunbursts across its armored surface. “I love late mornings! Means more time together.”

Blood?

“Peaches?” She turned her head, trying to see Mac. He had left off nipping her skin. A hand came away from her wrist and tipped her chin, forcing her to stare directly into his violet eyes. “What has upset you?”

Everything. Myself. Wukong. You. It was that simple question that set her sorrow to flowing again. She was confused, upset, and she wanted comfort. The only ones who could give her comfort were the very ones who caused her distress.

A vicious cycle.

The pillows behind her sagged. Wukongs hands were more aggressive in their touches, turning her about to stare into her face. He noted the tears, the bruising beneath her eyes. His lip curled in anger.

“Has someone upset you?” Wukong asked. He seemed ready to stand again, to grab his armor and step out into the night. “I will drag them here to give an apology. You name them and I will fetch them.”

Peaches shook her head.

“Just ….” You killing the villagers, Macaque telling me plainly that it was for the best, and my own head making me relive that night of events. Over and over and over.

“…. Myself.”

His face softened as he chirped a reassurance, pressing his nose to hers. Macaque peppered her in gentle and butterfly soft kisses to the back of her neck. The three fell back into the nest, limbs entwined and hands holding. Macaque had Peaches face buried in his chest as she sobbed silently. He cooed. He whispered how everything would be right as rain in the morning. His hands ran through her hair and messaged her scalp. Wukong held his Peaches, pressing her back to his chest in a solid wall against the world outside. He lavished her in praises and compliments, sometimes getting carried away and talking about himself until his brother would remind him with a flick to his forehead that it was their Peaches he should be reassuring.

And through it all, through this twisted and tangled weave of limbs and fur and warmth and sorrow, Peaches felt love. It grew in this dark place still, wanting to thrive. But how could it?

Still she fell asleep, lashes sparkled with tears and her heart lighter. One could only be sad so long in the wake of such waves of attention. Wukongs and Macaques love was the only solution to this ailment they had inflicted upon her, and she, the addict, swallowing the medicine that would give her release.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #twice as bad AU #semisolid #bad end wukong #ALRIGHT I DID IT.#yes I wrote this in a dayish between work and my other writing #I haven’t done this much work in a long time and I was so nervous I would get this pairing wrong #bad monkey boys #they made a whole tangled mess of this situation.#they sweet but stinky #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque #I based this off a idea and answer Semi gave in one of their blog posts #was I lurking? yes. Because there stuff also has a vice grip on my mind #I Dont know much about LMK so getting this Macaque down right took a bit of work so I didn’t mess up the vibe.#i am so jelly of the nest pit pls I would dive into that like a child into a ball pit #jttw tag #lmk #it think I’m tagging that right ?#I have a weakness for big possessive grumps loving their sunshine wives #six eared macaque x reader #hcfanfics

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heliads · 1 year ago

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Hello lovely! I was wondering if you could please write an enemies to lovers Sirius x reader fanfic where they're always bickering and arguing but one day, reader seems rather numb and he makes an obnoxious comment like "Trouble in paradise, princess?" and they get mad and say "Oh, get f, Black! Easy for you to have a go, isn't it? Why do we always have to talk about my shitty life, Mr. Tell Me A Fucking Secret?" and the reader storms off and he finds out that they're brother died? Sorry if that doesn't make any sense and i fully understand if you don't want to do it. Don't forget to drink water and have a great day :) 💞

'an apology' - sirius black

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Everyone likes Sirius Black. Everyone but you, it seems. You’re not sure how in Merlin’s name he managed his widespread popularity. Maybe there was a secret prank of the Marauders a while back in which they jinxed everyone in the school to grow besotted with the long-haired, mischievous, good-for-nothing scoundrel, then accidentally forgot to cast the enchantment on you. It wouldn’t even be that unrealistic, except there’s absolutely no chance that Sirius hasn’t picked up on your disregard for him. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he enjoys it.

Of course he would. Of course Sirius Black, Quidditch star, Marauder, prankster extraordinaire, absolutely reckless and divinely insensible Sirius Black would get a kick out of riling you up. How could he not? It’s like it’s against his programming to do anything that makes sense.

The two of you have been clashing since the day you met. No matter where you are– walking to class, accidentally paired up for a class project, meandering through Hogsmeade– you and Sirius have a knack for finding each other even in the thickest of crowds, and then promptly wanting to murder each other. You squabble over small things, like tying one’s tie incorrectly, and big things too, like when Sirius pranked you too hard one time and it took the entirety of the Marauders and your friend group working in tandem to prevent a genuine slaughter.

Needless to say, every day in which you can avoid running into Gryffindor’s favorite troublemaker is a good one. Needless to say, in a small castle like Hogwarts, that task is pretty much impossible. Even when you pledge to yourself that you’re going to pick the high road and stop letting yourself get riled up by him, you still somehow manage to get yourself lodged in yet another petty dispute.

Today, though, you really don’t want to see him. You woke up this morning to terrible news from home. Professor McGonagall had called you into her office to deliver the solemn verdict herself. Although she can be a terrifying presence, you’re glad for her today. This way, there wasn’t anyone else around but her when you found out that your brother had died.

It seems impossible. You can picture your brother in your mind– laughing, smiling, running around– and the idea that he could be dead is nonsensical. You would know, you think. Surely you would know. If a bright light like your brother could be snuffed out overnight, you would have been able to feel it. Yet you didn’t, and the world is still spinning, and you are expected to get yourself up and keep on living even though your brother is no longer here. You’ll never be able to see him again, never hear him call your name whenever you go home. He’s gone, gone forever, and you can’t think about anything else but him.

Professor McGonagall, surprisingly, is a good person to help you with loss. She listens to you brokenly sob for a while, then lets you stay in her office for as long as you need to stop crying. She offers you some biscuits, which are only mildly stale, and offers to write you a note to get out of her class, at least, although she can’t speak to the rest of her fellow professors.

You thank her, then head out. Although the idea of curling up in your bed for the rest of the day and perhaps the rest of the year as well is quite tempting, you know that if you let yourself go into misery, you’ll never be able to claw yourself out. You decide to go on with the rest of your classes for the day, as much for the distraction of not being alone with your thoughts as anything else.

You can quietly tell your friends what happened, and they’ll make sure nobody bothers you. Your brother died. Nothing seems to matter anymore. The idea that someone like Sirius Black might try to cause you trouble is almost laughable. Your brother is gone. What can a classroom bully possibly say to you to make this worse?

Sirius Black is getting bored again. He always starts idling halfway through Charms, anyway, but it’s not like that’s his fault. Flitwick should know better than to put oil lamps in front of his students, anyway; yes, they were supposed to be practicing discretion with their incendiary charms, but what does Sirius care about that? Besides, the fire he started only lit Peter’s sleeves on fire, and they managed to snuff that out pretty quick anyway. No damage done, not really.

By the time the day is halfway over, Sirius is itching for something interesting to happen. James is shaking his head and laughing at Sirius’ impatience, chiding him for not paying attention, but Sirius has seen his best friend’s eyelids drooping more than once today, so it looks like both of them are stifled for entertainment.

Sirius can tell that it’s gotten bad, because he’s hardly stepped out of the Great Hall after lunch when he spots Y/N L/N trailing down one of the corridors, and he actually starts grinning ear to ear. Y/N’s a fascinating person. They argue with Sirius like there’s no tomorrow. Sirius regards Y/N as an ever-changing maze to solve. Every time he thinks he’s hit a wall with ways to bother her, he finds something else. It’s delightful. He’s kind of obsessed with her.

So, upon seeing her, it should come as no surprise that Sirius would bid a hasty farewell to his friends and hurry to catch up with her. Usually, Y/N’s quick to shoot him a glare whenever she sees him, but this time she hardly seems to notice him when Sirius appears by her side. Strange, but he can change that.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart,” he says glibly. “I’ve missed you since I saw you yesterday, you know.”

Sirius pauses expectantly, waiting for Y/N to hit him with a rather devious comeback about how she’d rather walk over hot coals than willingly spend time in his company, but instead, she just keeps walking. Her shoulders are hunched, and her gaze is somewhat vacant, as if her mind were a thousand miles away. The quick thought flashes through Sirius’ mind that maybe she’s thinking about some guy, like maybe another student flirted with her earlier today and she’s distracted by it, and immediately his gut twists over with hot, white, irritation.

Fine, then. If she wants to ignore him, Sirius will make that impossible. He can up his game. “Tell me a secret,” Sirius drawls, each word slow and silvery like the smoke he loves so much, “What’s got a pretty face like yours looking so twisted up? I know it can’t be anything too terrible, I don’t think it’s possible for you to worry that sweet head over anything major. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble in paradise, princess. I just won’t believe it.”

That does get Y/N to look at him, but the sharp glance she directs at him is full of not anger but pain, pure pain. “Shut up,” she hisses at him. “Don’t you ever get tired of messing with me? Easy for you to have a go, isn’t it? Why do you always have to dig into my life, Mr. Tell Me A Fucking Secret? Leave me alone.”

With that, Y/N abruptly turns and stalks down a nearby corridor. Sirius watches her leave with absolute astonishment. They’ve had some verbal sparring matches which have turned nasty, to be sure, but never before has she looked at him with that much loathing. Worse than that– Sirius swears that he’d caught sight of some tears in her eyes when she’d regarded him with such misery.

Impossible. Y/N has never actually been hurt by anything he’s said to her. Right? No, she hasn’t. Sirius would know. This must mean that something has happened, something bad. Across the corridor, Sirius catches sight of one of Y/N’s friends looking at the scene he’d just caused with great distress. When she realizes Sirius has noticed her, she makes to follow Y/N, but he quickly stands in her way to keep her there.

“What’s going on?” Sirius asks plainly. No use in beating around the bush.

Y/N’s friend looks away. “None of your business, Black. Y/N’s right, how about you leave her alone for the time being?”

Sirius swears he can feel something break in his chest, some tendon plucked like a bowstring. “What are you talking about? What do you know?”

Y/N’s friend tries to get away again, but when it becomes evident that Sirius will not be leaving without an explanation, she sighs and gives in. “Y/N found out this morning that her brother passed away.”

She doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t have to say anything else. Instantly, Sirius feels rooted in place, struck by an awful wave of guilt. Y/N must be drowning in grief, and he’s just gone and teased her even worse. Merlin, she must hate him if she didn’t already.

When he looks up, he realizes that her friend is gone. Slowly, Sirius goes down the corridor he’d last seen Y/N, carefully checking every door and room in search of her. After a while, he finds her sitting on the ledge of a window, knees tucked up against her chest. The afternoon light falls on her face, revealing fresh tear tracks. Sirius’ heart thuds dully against his ribs, the unenviable guilt rising up to choke him once again.

She looks up when Sirius drifts closer, and her face twists. She flinches as if she’d like to run, but Sirius raises his hands hastily. “I’m not here to fight, honest. I wanted to apologize.”

Y/N regards him suspiciously. “Since when have you ever apologized?”

Sirius winces. “You’re right, I’ve been terrible. It’s just– Merlin, Y/N, I had no idea. I’m so sorry about your loss. I wouldn’t have said a thing if I had known, I promise.”

“So you would have been fine to belittle me like usual, but since you found out I– I lost my brother, you feel bad? Perfect. Now leave me alone.” She says tersely.

Sirius grimaces. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just– I have a brother too, you know? Even though we don’t quite get along, I can’t imagine losing him. The fact that you’re still able to get up and walk around is amazing to me. I think you’re really strong.”

Y/N stares at him, but some of the defensiveness is gone from her gaze. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “This is a terrible thing to have happened to you, and I’m so sorry that you have to go through this. Losing family is awful. Just know– I’m here if you want to talk, alright? I know you probably hate me for everything, and I wouldn’t blame you for it, but if you want someone, I’ll be around.”

Y/N stays silent, and Sirius takes that as his cue to leave. Just as he turns to go, though, he hears a soft voice behind him. “You can stay.”

Sirius looks back at her hopefully. “Yeah?”

“I’ll allow it,” Y/N tells him, but the corner of her mouth starts to quirk up a little into a somber half-smile, so Sirius realizes that he’s okay again, that they’re okay again. It feels far better than he could have imagined.

He takes a seat on the ledge opposite Y/N, and they both look out over the view of the grounds below them. Or– Y/N does, really. Sirius is more distracted by the girl in front of him. There are some things he’s starting to realize about her, about how he feels about her. It’s a good thing he has her forgiveness, so he has the time to think a little more about it.

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chichirid · 8 months ago

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(sub) system names inspired by hermit craft / traffic light smp

hermit craft: the paradise of/for sheep, the silly builders, the pranking crafters, the pranksters’ base, the redstone mines, the secret sapling society, the hermits, the penguins of grand prix, the decked out squares, the emerald miners, the copper pickaxes, the dungeon runners, the battle royale, the deck of pixel cards, the skating ice boats, the arctic grand prix, the bin-go boards, the mischievous architects, the lovely world, the mycelium biome, the growing moon’s admirers, the moon’s worshippers

secret life/traffic light: the red hearts, the yellow hearts, the green hearts, the colorful spies, the secrets, the secret keepers, the murderous crimsons, the boogeyman’s allies, the heart foundation, the mounders, the big dogs, the roomies, (name) and the scotts, the unaligned winners, the spikey thorns of a cactus, the degenerating hearts, the damage inside, the pixel souls, the winner’s symbols

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radical-revolution · 6 months ago

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In Memory

After I got the call that Ram Dass had died yesterday, I closed my eyes.

He is still here.

I could feel the vast field of love that was shining from Ram Dass when Trudy and I taught with him just a couple of weeks ago. And I always will.

On the final day of this last retreat, called “Open Your Heart in Paradise,” Ram Dass was frail and didn’t have access to many words. But he was there in the most powerful way. He swam delightedly with the group in the ocean, chanting “Oh Joy, Oh Joy.”

And on the retreat’s last morning, he put his hands on a basket of 350 wrist malas, each tied with a thread of his guru’s blanket, to tenderly bless them. Then, as participants came by slowly to receive their malas, he silently looked into each face, offering to all what is sometimes called “the glance of mercy,” a gaze so full of love that it left many of us speechless and weeping, drunk with blessing.

I have known Ram Dass for 48 years, as master teacher and inspiration and role model, as a dear friend and benefactor who helped me begin to teach, as a companion on the path, as a truth teller and prankster, as a profound healer and whisperer of souls, as a kind of prophet for a generation. Out in public with him across the years, over and over people would come up to him and speak lovingly, tentatively, urgently, offering thanks, “Ram Dass, I just want to let you know you changed my life!” And he did… for so many of us.

Yes, his book “Be Here Now” changed countless lives. Yes, his work with Seva Foundation cured 5 million people of blindness. Yes, he taught almost nonstop for 50 years, spreading wisdom and humor, wild devotion and love and a vast timeless mystical perspective across the world. His obituaries will be filled with his many other accomplishments.

For me he is family and Sangha, even now still spreading his playful, tough, delicious love everywhere, connecting with our hearts. “Yum, yum,” as he would say.

He was so ready to leave the wheelchair and skinny and broken body, to go home.

Home is not somewhere else.

It is here, in life and death, in the eternal dance of consciousness, weaving together form and the formless mystery from which it all comes.

Ram Dass is the vastness reminding us that in the end, there is only love.

~ Jack Kornfield, two years ago🙏

Be Here Now

Please read aloud, pause in-between, and listen to the poetic heart-words of a Great Teacher...a Beloved Guru, and a true inspiration for so many of us throughout this life.

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We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.

The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can't have it. The minute you don't want power, you'll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion - and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.

In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.

The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.

Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can't see how it is.

Treat everyone you meet like God in drag.

The most important aspect of love is not in giving or the receiving: it's in the being. When I need love from others, or need to give love to others, I'm caught in an unstable situation. Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

Suffering is part of our training program for becoming wise.

What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can't be organized or regulated. It isn't true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

Let's trade in all our judging for appreciating. Let's lay down our righteousness and just be together.

Only that in you which is me can hear what I'm saying.

Everything changes once we identify with being the witness to the story, instead of the actor in it.

We are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we are so deeply interconnected with one another.

A feeling of aversion or attachment toward something is your clue that there's work to be done.

The next message you need is always right where you are.

I would say that the thrust of my life has been initially about getting free, and then realizing that my freedom is not independent of everybody else. Then I am arriving at that circle where one works on oneself as a gift to other people so that one doesn't create more suffering. I help people as a work on myself and I work on myself to help people.

I'm not interested in being a "lover." I'm interested in only being love.

The game is not about becoming somebody, it's about becoming nobody.

Learn to watch your drama unfold while at the same time knowing you are more than your drama.

If you think you're free, there's no escape possible.

Every religion is the product of the conceptual mind attempting to describe the mystery.

It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

We're here to awaken from the illusion of separateness

We're all just walking each other home.

~ Ram Dass now, just as before,

at home with Divinity

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lozfanchick · 8 months ago

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Hello, a little bit too much obsessed with your Parent Trap Au but I really need to ask.

What is Azure's real reason to send Macaque away? Is he good, is he bad.. Is he none? What's his plan? Does he really only adore Wukong because of his wealth and population?

Is his goal to manipulate? If yes, who? Maybe just from jealousy, envy?

Thank you!

Hey again!! No worries I LOVE talking about my fic so questions and rants just make me super happy and proud!!! :DDD

So Azure in the show is manipulative. He manipulates MK into going into the scroll to get his brothers. He tries to talk MK into leaving Wukong. Plus he's the type that sees if the ends justify the means then it's worth it. I mean he destroyed the area around his paradise, but he got Camel Ridge so it was worth it (nevermind all the death literally surrounding it). And once he has his mind set then there's no changing it. In his eyes DBK and PIF are traitors, even tho PIF betrayed Heaven and has lived as a demon for a super long time. And DBK had literally just recently "retired" his demonic war-waging ways. But I guess only his people get to beat on demons and the like then betray Heaven and join the cool kids club; PIF was late so she doesn't get a seat at the table idk (can you tell this is a big issue for me lol). Anyway, he's charming and has got a lot of charisma and wields it well. So in my fic I just expanded on that.

Now to put his mindset in the fic into perspective think of the biggest current day superstar. Someone most people in the world would recognize or at least have some familiarity with the name. If that person suddenly started dating someone, everyone would then know their name and they would ROCKET up to new heights. That's a SUPER tempting promotion and seems so easy to get. Date the biggest celebrity, stay with them for awhile and then BAM you're now a known name, not just someone in the credits. That's the main goal for Azure.

And now we get into my headcannon's for Azure and Wukong in LMK:

In the show I got STRONG lionpeach vibes because I mean...Azure looking at Wukong with those eyes. BUT he only saw what he wanted to in Wukong, a strong and caring leader. But Wukong was also reckless, greedy (left his people and his island often for power and titles), and clearly was a prankster/jokester. Now I don't believe this is even shown in the show, but I think part of the reason Azure is so mad at Wukong isn't just him betraying them but him not being everything he thought Wukong was. Wukong not fitting the mold Azure's mind had him in. Wukong couldn't defeat the Jade Emperor and instead gave up (not fight till the end), Wukong wasn't strong enough to win, Wukong wasn't a leader but a follower of a human monk. So many let downs and that's why he was ready to turn on Wukong before the fight between the jttw crew and Camel Ridge crew. Yet he still loved or at least wanted Wukong or some control over him. So he didn't want Wukong dead, he just wanted him trapped and then he'd decide when to free the monkey. All this is to say that's also what I did in my fic. He may like Wukong, but he doesn't love him because Wukong isn't just a good actor, he's also a dork who prefers to eat fruit all day and has a pool even tho he can't swim and refuses to learn.

tldr: I HC that LMK Azure saw in Wukong what he wanted to see and got disappointed at the real him, so I also emulated that in my fic

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melkormajere · 3 months ago

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Alt Finale PI Translations & summaries This is a long ass post but it's the Alt Finale translation: (Some book spoilers and partial spoilers for Second Generation/Summer Flame and another couple of DL books) My little 'summaries' are in italics Big rambles and plots at the bottom. Quick disclaimer: Book ending/Alt Finale ending differ in so many odd ways but in reality it's just another version of this musical. Nothing is 'canon' and that is fine.

Chronicler: Of pride, betrayal and brotherhood

My story is finished.

And, if you dare not interfere,

I close the Book of existence!

Caramon:

No! This could not have happened! How could you look into the future?!

Chronicler:

I am a chronicler, Time's servant, and Time gives me its secrets…

Caramon:

Servant or Master - whoever you are, give me time to avert disaster! I only need a moment!

Chronicler: Please. Just one!

Chronicler:

And the warrior entered the Gate of the Abyss, stood face to face with his brother, and bared his sword. For the first time, brother against brother… Shocked by this, the mage looked into the warrior's eyes and saw in them the Future…. Terror embraced him… And then he threw away his staff and retreated from the Pedestal of the Gods….. SOLACE (where Caramon is shown the future if Raistlin conquers the gods)

No, it's not Solace!

Or my brother is a mad prankster…..(preferred to the literal 'mad joker' )

No, this is not Solace!

It's hell, and I've entered it by mistake.

But there's the old maple tree, I've known it since I was a child,

I used to chop at it when I was drunk.

The axe's mark

The charred remains

But this is not my world

It is not my home!

This is your promised paradise!

It is a short distance from hell,

You've taken all that's left

You took away…

Only ashes and dust

Hey, people! Where's my wife?

Hey, people! God, where is she?

What is this? A grave stone,

“Here lies Tika Majere.”

You took what was left.

This is all.

That's all.

This is all.

There's nothing left to live for. (KrynnSub's Lyrical "No more reasons to live" I feel kinda matches it more here)

“Blade.” (This is similar if not the same-ish to the version that replaced 'Victory' after the defeat of Zhaman (Wizard's Army) in Ruslan's version of the musical)

The beating heart can sense the blade, piercing flesh and releasing blood. There are thousands of roads in front of me, But the ground is falling away from under my feet, And darkness silently surrounds me.

Whether I'm being led by divine purpose Or have you been tempted by the devil's temptation? Perhaps by breaking the law of the Brotherhood, Maybe by becoming a punishing blade, I'll realize what I've gained and what I've lost.

We have each found our own In the hour of trial by fire, Losing everything, but enduring, I have seen the true path.

The blade feels the pain in my heart, But a step is taken and there's no turning back. My burden of duty or my burden of fate, I'm blind, I'm guided by the blade, The blade is aiming for my brother's heart...

“Battle of the Twins” (Where Caramon realizes he must battle his brother to show him the world if he succeeds)

Caramon: Stay my brother, face your death! Forever shall we both remain here!

Raist: Shall you, insignificant one, threaten me? Get out of my way, you fool!

Caramon/Raistlin: There was a time when we were standing back to back, Now it's time to be face to face! From the same womb we came into the world, And in the same earth we shall lie!

R: I can't believe it, are you my obedient brother.

Where is your faithful gaze? Where's that obedient look in your eyes? The brother who trusted me followed me into the fire.

Caramon/Raistlin: That brother burned in the fire you lit.

Chorus(sometimes just Takhisis other times Crysania joins her): Make a choice, make a choice, make a choice mage Make a choice, make a choice, make a choice mage

Caramon: Do it for now, the memory of the past lives on

Raistlin: Look me in the eyes, show me what you saw

“Flee, My brother." (Raistlin tells Caramon to leave with Crysania understanding how horrible the world would be/ how much he doesn't really want to have power in a world where he cannot create life or anything of importance.) (Technically he also realizes to lose is to be tortured and shredded each day by Takhisis)

Raistlin: Flee, my brother! Flee before it's too late. I've seen the world as it will be when I'm gone. Where the flames burn in the deserts, Where the light fades and the stars burst. Flee, my brother, before it's too late.

You've won, you're right: Without the world, a god is nothing, as the world is nothing without god. But god is capable of being a little responsible for the deeds of black glory. You've won, you're right.

I'll neither repent nor lament, No need to teach almost a god a lesson, He'll never learn his lesson, He's just lacking a miracle. I'll neither repent nor lament...

Chronicler: So, Raistlin Majere, the dark mage, renounced absolute divine power and sacrificed himself to redeem himself to the world. He locked the Gate from within and remained in the hands of his enemy...

"Fate" (Longer and spoilery explanation below all of this, this is an imagined meeting between Raistlin and Crysania 20 years after he takes a long ass nap in the abyss and is released)

Chronicler: Twenty years have passed since then. The fame of the black sorcerer has faded, erased over the years. Only two people remember the magician locked in the Abyss: a woman and a brother, despite everything, in the depths of their hearts still waiting for his return.

(The growl of the tiger.)

Crysania: Quiet, quiet! Stay where you are. Who's there? You've... come back. Why?

Raistlin: I'm not going to apologize to you. What happened was both of both of our faults. But I wanted to tell you that back in the Abyss, sometimes I dreamt of you.

Crysania: Fate must have told me to do it for a reason, That we'd both be out of business. Praying was all I knew how to do, Spellcasting is all you knew how to do.

Raistlin: Praying is all you knew how to do, All I knew how to do was cast spells.

There's not enough stars in the sky, And my staff, like the sky, is darkened. Your god is gone and you are orphaned, My time has gone away and I am orphaned.

Crysania:

My god is gone - and I am orphaned, Your time has gone and you are orphaned.

Together: Descendants who reason boldly, Will not accept our thoughts and deeds.

Crysania: Pride is all that possessed me!

Raistlin: Pride is all that I have possessed!

Crysania: Pride is all that possessed me!

Raistlin: Pride is all I've ever owned!

Together: The soul is weary, the body is old, But where is the limit of youth?

Crysania: To be loved is all I ever wanted!

Raistlin: To be loved is all I wanted.

Crysania: To be loved is all I wanted!

Raistlin: To be loved is all I wanted.

(Often there are more lyrics about a beauty and a beast and other things, this song has probably been edited the most in the ALT finale concerts) (Here's some more lyrics for "Fate" : Together: My soul is tired, my body has aged, but where are the boundaries of youth? Crysania: To be loved was all I wanted! Raistlin: To be loved was all I wanted! Together: Face to face, we were black and white blended together! Crysania: I can no longer see, but even now you look at me with the same eyes… Raistlin: I cannot forget how you looked at me, because even now I look at you with the same eyes!)

Apologies for somewhat messy translations. If there is a tiger growl then they kept in my favorite ALT finale part. Uh. Since most of it follows the books. The last song doesn't really happen. Raistlin wants to see her again when he's allowed on the earth again, but he's stopped and sees a white tiger. The white tiger is (HUGE SPOILER section below). Crysania after Legends has a whole arc and it's beautiful and I highly recommend it.

For the sake of simplicity.

Alt Finale ending, Raistlin is allowed to go into a long (DREAMLESS) sleep in the abyss away from the torments of Takhisis, Crysania is free to go with Caramon who takes her out of the abyss as she is still blind.

Most of the ALT finale is close to the Legends true ending, except for "Fate", which is basically their own fanfiction (combined with Valin the tiger, so half right half wrong) However this depends largely on dialogue. In Yarik's most recent ALT finale performance they included more dialogue, but my transcribing of it and translation are messy. Since it was live orchestra no growling that I remember.

Since the current ALT finale has no Astinus/ Chronicler I'm assuming that Tasslehoff is taking the role of that. Which honestly, makes sense in a way.

Speaking of which.

Tasslehoff (Or Tas) is a kender, he was in Chronicles, a hero of the Lance. He fought off the 'forces of evil' on Krynn and was honestly a badass. He is not a kleptomaniac as some people attempt to call kenders. They don't intend to take anything from people and believe they are helping. Lol but I don't want discourse. So their pouches matter a lot. Most kenders don't understand fear, which is what sets Tasslehoff apart since he learned fear through trauma etc. (Simplification). I'd be surprised if they keep in Raistlin murdering Gnmish who is Tasslehoff's gnome friend but a pretty significant part of the book, but since time travelling is probably still not in existence in this staged version then it really wouldn't matter much. In the books he time travels with Caramon and Crysania to Istar. He's also pretty important to most of the plot but all of that is a LOT to explain without knowing how the musical is going to use him.

The biggest change (besides Tas) so far is going to be the removal of the conclave and Dalamar. When already removing 'time travel' was a big (but worked around that issue), the removal of the conclave (It makes sense timewise for the stage allotment, but not so much in storyline) Which is why a slight narrator is needed.

If they use Tasslehoff as a narrator of sorts by being ' 4th wall breaker ' it would be a way to make some sense. Then you can sort of blur over a lot of it. Of course none of us know yet, and this is purely my own opinion. If they just removed an extra song (or two) from the Istar plot, they easily could have fit in the conclave and afforded Dalamar narrator/ portal maker. However again, Tasslehoff can easily take his place plot wise without too much mess or confusion.

Here's a little ramble. While the DND plotline makes it take forever to get to certain points. It would have structurally worked in the scheme of what they are doing. Since the ALT is the closest to the 'real' book ending it would make more sense to have it played somewhat. Especially since unless you are a fan of this beforehand, it's going to be confusing AF in some parts. Even as a fan it can be confusing. The removal of some songs has always made sense "I'll give you a name" is a right cut for most productions (even if it is one of the shortest songs next to Dalamar's Aria).

Book canon mild spoiler: Raistlin comes back a few times in the following books, which is where their fan fiction ending of "Fate" comes into play. It's one of the oldest and first songs written for the musical which is why in theory it's still overly worked on and still the lyrics change.

(I apologize as I've had to redo my files/ switch devices so many dang times that finding all my old translations and files is uh rough to say the least. If anyone knows a good way to organize a shitload of old oddly named files, please help lol it would be awesome.)

IF THERE IS ANOTHER SONG let me know, because I have the translation but I'm not posting that here unless it's THAT song or Tasslehoffs Rap, you immediately throw it at me the moment you see Tasslehoff rapping please.

Thank you to Sandra for the Russian lyrics, I think youtube I found the extended "Fate" lyrics that I sloppy translated, Elena Khanpira of course, Krynnsub because I referenced the lyrical versions in some of my translations because I GET RAMBLY about everything.

BIG BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD SO, The ALT finale is going to include parts of Chronicles, Legends, 2nd Generation and Summer Flame. If they get rid of the tiger growl, and rid of the narration about 'Fate' then it makes fate confusing AF. Much the same as my rambles.

In case you couldn't tell I love the books, I love the musical, I'm just putting some lore/canon etc out there, including Anton and Elena's own little lore stuff. Shortest translation, "Fate" is a their idea of the imagined meeting between Raistlin and Crysania if they were allowed to meet again instead of Astinus and co. being "sorry dude". (which is a complete generalization but Raistlin DID want to meet with her again and wasn't allowed) In a really incredible book it details Crysania's trauma (after Legends) regarding Raistlin. It's really a rather beautiful book and one of the reasons why I LOVE the tiger growl during "Fate". (The spoiler for that book is, the tiger is actually a man that loves Crysania and goes to Dalamar to be turned into a tiger to make sure her journey to fight (Takhisis technically) goes well. Crysania does not want to be in love with anyone because trauma, but does originally feel the feelings but rejects him because she wants to serve Paladine. Sigh. So.... he gets turned into a tiger and Dalamar is all "unless she says she loves you then you can't be a man again". I have to go cry again because I LOVE this book and these characters. This is why Tiger growl is IMPORTANT TO ME ALRIGHT.)

(Also the Chronicler/ Astinus saying no one really remembers Raistlin is hysterical because uh, lol. Heroes of the lance were remembered 20 years after the War of the lance that's kinda..... anyways lol I'm getting away from the plot here)

If you need any help or wanna talk Dragonlance, I'd love that so incredibly much because if you can believe it this is the shortened version. I just translated this and it's messy, but also went off some Krynnsub knowledge and more!!!!!

Bonus if you made it this far: Old video of Elena and Anton singing "Fate" in the park while Irina plays the guitar.

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#dragonlance musical #an attempt at a translation

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gummi-ships · 2 years ago

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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Prankster's Paradise

#kingdom hearts dream drop distance #khddd #prankster's paradise #scenery #my gif #i like how varied this world is #from a whole theme park to a winding whimsical circus to the ocean floor and the belly of a whale #it's one of my favorite worlds in the game because there's so much to look at and it's pretty big too #but also it's nice to see this world expanded upon and not be confined to just running around inside monstro

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bl0oregardf0ster · 3 months ago

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Foster's Imaginary World Main Character rooms! [1]

So! Some of you guys know that Shelly and Astro got their own rooms, right?

So, i decided to make the Mains of Foster's Imaginary World have their own rooms like Shelly and Astro!

Just a reminder that i will only make Wilt, Bloo and Coco! The rest are coming soon!

Oh and. The info sheet for Frankie and Herriman are coming soon! I'm still struggling at certain things like abilities and Twisted abilities and yada yada yatta

But yeah enough chit chat let' gooo!

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The appearance of Wilt's room resembles a gymnasium, with posters and cartels that explain different types of exercise for children! There will also be a huge basketball court room, where the Fosterview staff held rounds and mini tournaments where the children can participate! And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from the episode "Good Wilt Hunting" ⟬Both parts⟭

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The appearance of Coco's room resembles a tropical island, with many big sandboxes where the children can play on, alongside with poster and cartels that explain different types of fruit. Every once in while, the Fosterview staff held a special egg hunting event where the child that finds the most eggs will have a special reward ⟬Or well, a free Coco plushie⟭ ⟬The eggs are packed with either candy or stickers⟭. And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from the episode "Mondo Coco"

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The appearance of Bloo's room resembles a prankster's paradise with a touch of the Frutiger Aero/Metro aesthetic, with shelfs full of harmless pranks. Every once in a while the Fosterview staff helds a prank war where the child who outsmarts the most kids will have a special reward ⟬Or well, a free Bloo plushie⟭. And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from multiple episodes.

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an extra thing is that if a Main Character room appears, the chances to get a certain Main increase. The chances to get the Main Character rarity is still the same, however, the chances to get a certain Main are increased by 2X!

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Sagau: A god's closure + world building

World building, possibly, it's here if I need it

Characters: Hu Tao

This came about from a journey to the "border" with Hu Tao. As an immortal being who grew up as a mortal, your own mortality, or lack thereof, began to weigh on you. When you finally reached your destination, you and Hu Tao were surprised to find a massive gate where you distinctly remember there wasn't one, and in front of it stood a hulking being which resembled an Anubis.

"Anubis": Ah, your grace. To what does this watcher of souls owe your visit? Ah, but forgive me, your memory is not fully intact, so I imagine you must have many questions.

Warden: I am a being known as a "Warden" as I am a protector of the kind and good willed souls that pass through here, while making sure the evil spirits remain trapped in their prison. This gate you see is the gate to the after life. You may note that it was not here upon your last visit, both it and I were revealed by your desire and divine power. Now may I ask, what is your desire?

You shake yourself from your shocked state and state the purpose of your journey.

(Y/N): I-I wish to know, can I visit my friends once they're "gone"? I may be immortal, but I was raised as a mortal, so bonds come to me much easier than they do the archons and other immortal beings.

Warden: I see. Well, to answer your question, yes, you may visit the afterlife whenever you like .

You breathe a sigh of relief as the weight that had been on you the entire journey here finally lifted.

Hu Tao: Oooh, hey, big fella, would you mind describing the afterlife a bit? I'm just "dying" to know more about it.

(Y/N): I'm also rather curious.

Warden: Very well. The afterlife has gone by many names, you may choose to call it whichever you like, but it serves as both paradise and prison. You may recall I said I am "a" warden, there many more of my kin beyond this gate. This place was made by you in your past life to be a paradise to all, and that meant making it a prison for others, and I must say your past self understood mortals well, as there are many aspects to this ever expanding plane. First, I should explain that this gate's destination changes depending on your soul. Good and neutral souls enter a serenity inducing room where servants attempt to lift the weight of their past life, and just beside that is a therapy center as some spirits are more tormented than others. Meanwhile, evil souls are brought straight to the prison, where they are kept until further notice.

(Y/N): Sorry to interrupt, but what is a neutral soul?

Warden: Hmm. I suppose you would say they are those who mind their business, or perhaps they are broken souls who could have done more if life had provided better circumstances. In short, while these souls are not "good" by some standards, they hold no malice within then. Thus, they are neutral. Pranksters, such as your guide here, are also labeled under this category, while good at heart, they are still trouble makers disturbing the peace and thus require disciplinary action should their pranks get out of hand.

You nod and smile in acceptance to this answer, feeling relieved for all of the broken people you've heard of. Hu Tao kind of huffed as if she thought he was describing her.

Warden: On the note of broken souls, there is also a rehabilitation wing of the prison per your command. In your words, "Evil is a disease. Those who are born with it may be beyond saving, but those infected by it are curable with proper treatment." So far, these words have proven true. Many a Rotten soul has been cleansed of malice and given freedom from their torment. Speaking of the prison, the only other thing of note is that it is ever changing in size to house the ever changing number of inmates, but this is true of all aspects of this realm. Now, onto the more pleasant aspects of the afterlife. As stated before, your past self understood mortals well and constructed many districts, with the souls making new ones with each generation. The first is the obvious housing district where the souls live or rather have more personal family time as, if you wish to be technical, no one "lives" here.

You and Hu Tao chuckle a little at his little joke.

Warden: Second, there are the working districts as, surprisingly, many souls find satisfaction in hard work. These souls do jobs such as farming, cooking, many different types of artistry, engineering, construction, smithing, and sales despite there not being a currency here. These districts include the market, the entertainment district where concerts and plays are held, the foundry where all metal is worked into a new shape where it is promptly sent to either the workshop where it is used as machine parts, or the ones made into weapons will be sent to the coloseum where the souls who yearn for battle can relive their glory and have crowds of adoring fans cheer them on for it, and then there are the self explanatory farmlands and restaurants.

(Y/N): That's, um, a lot.

Warden: Quite, and there's still more. There are also the springs and gardens for those seeking a moment of peace, the banquet hall often used by the warrior spirits after a thrilling match as they revel in each other's glory, then there is the central plaza which the souls have taken to calling Festival Street as all of the realms festivities are held there, the archives where those who seek to learn can go to hone their craft. Also, since many people seem to ask, yes, the souls of animals are sent to paradise as, while a lot of animals do kill, it is most often during a hunt or defense, and they are not all malicious. Pets will often wait outside this gate for their owner or one of them if they had multiple, wild and farm animals are led to separate biomes that are suited to them. These biomes are also popular spots to take a trip. Ahem, sorry, I'm just so used to being interrupted by that question that going so long without answering it felt weird. Anyway, back on topic, there is also the museum, along with the archives it is used to preserve the truth of this world's history, not the glorified mess they teach in schools. There are many more human desires that I can list districts and buildings for, but I feel you and your friend would like to make it home before the end of the season, so this will be the last of what I say provided you don't have anymore questions. It may not surprise you that many of the souls within this realm are quite religious, so much so that there is a statue of you, er, your former self in the central plaza, with many smaller shrines to you and other deities scattered throughout the numerous districts.

Hu Tao thanks the warden before turning to leave.

(Y/N): Just one more question, I promise this will be quick. As I've stated before, immotality can be costly on one's soul. This holds true even to those born with it. My question is, would I be able to give others the ability to visit?

Warden: If that is what you desire. I take it this means I will be seeing a few of the archons soon?

You nod and thank him for his time before finally leaving with an extra spring in your step. Once outside, Hu Tao stretches rather loudly.

Hu Tao: Mmmmh. Man, that took forever, but I think we both got something out of that. You got peace of mind and i got a new appreciation for my work.

(Y/N): A "new" appreciation? You enjoyed your work well enough before, I dread to think of what you'll do now.

Hu Tao: Oh you. Don't some archons to visit?

(Y/N): Maybe later, we were in there for quite a while, and all that listening made me rather hungry.

Hu Tao was about to comment before her stomach growled, causing you both to laugh as you made your way back to the harbor.

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Well, that was a massive info dump, definitely longer than I anticipated. I haven't seen anyone tackle the subject of the reader's lack of mortality, and the idea of a creator who can willingly traverse both the realms of living and dead has been rotting my brain, I also wanted the ability to give the archons a bit of closure, at least the ones who lost someone dear to them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that rather lengthy info dump

#genshin impact #sagau #sagau headcanons #sagau imagines #sagau brainrot

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