#Working title is Celestial Chaos

[rattytaffy]

So iv slowly been working on a The Sun and Moon Show fic.

I've been on the fence about posting anything of it all. Mostly due to the fact I cant edit for spelling in google docs any more and my spelling is HORRIBLE!!!!

However a good friend convinced me to try anyway.

However on that note I am a newer TSAMS fan and am no ware near caught up with it. I have only gotten to "Eclipse's SAD ORIGIN STORY in VRCHAT" and am trying to avoid to many spoilers. I also have stayed largely away from the fandom for that reason This story starts after Luner gets his own body but before blood moon dies. This fic is about magical humanoid versions of Sun and Moon and Eclipse (security breach) seeking out TSAMS Moon for help. After this TSAMS Sun and Moon wind up mixed up in a second Celestial family's drama. OCs will be used when necessary to fill empty rolls. The fic is under the cut. If anyone finds it interesting ill try to continue it and probs post it to my AO3 when i have time and energy. I also very much need help finding a title for this >.<

It was quiet for the moment.  Lunar had his own body and was doing rather well, killcode was active but had made a deal with moon.  Sure there creator said something about a sister named earth showing up at some point, but she hadn't yet.  Blood Moon was a problem and potentially Eclipse but it was unsure if he was even out there any more.

There where problems yes but at the moment they were not in Suns face and he had a moment to do the daycare cleaning he had not had the time to do in detail.  Yes a quiet day to clean and record some videos was exactly what he needed

SHOMSH

Sun Fliped around to the ball pit as the tell tail sound of an interdental portal opening.  Moon was home Luner was home. who the hell could be coming threw there?

in the ball pit where two largely human looking figyers.  they looked alot alike as they clung to each other.  One had golden hair and clear crystals  floating in the air around his heads like suns rays.  the other had white hair, blue crystal rays that had orbs and crescents at there bottom.  Both looked haggard as they held each other. They stood even hunched over weekly taller then any human hell they were tall enough standing strait they were as tall as Sun. there skin was an inhuman color the one with golden hair and clear crystal rays looked like his body was made of tarnished gold, the other with the blue crystal rays looked to be made of silver.  There facial features were largely human and if Sun where to guess they seemed to be in there early 20's

The one with blue crystals looked at sun "Is there a Moon here? one with magic?" his tone was desperate bordering on panic

"I'm not answering that untell I know who you are!" Sun answered coming over the barrel with the gun hidden in it in his hand

"I'm Eclipse, this is my brother Sun.  There's dimensional counterparts to us here" the one with blue crystals explained watching as the robot Sun stiffen at that "Please our brother Moon is sick and dying. WE need another Moon with magic to help him" The not human not seeming to be there Eclipses counterpart Eclipse begged.

"Well I'm Sun, " Robot Sun said looking skeptical

"Thank fuck" The not robot Sun said stumbling forward and nearly falling untell Eclipse grabbed him "Please at least let us talk to him." The not robot Sun's voice became high pitched with strain.

"how can he help with your moon" Robo Sun asked skeptically

"I want to know that to" Moon, the robotic one, Said as he landed from his jump off the balcony.  It was rare another version of him or Sun came by.

Not Human Sun looked at Robot Moon like a man offered water in a heat wave. "His magic has become completely unstable. Only another Moon with magic can stabilize it it."

"Please this is the last jump we can make" begged the Not Human Eclipse

"What happens if i don't?" Robot Moon asked. He knew he probably would go help but it was best to have all the info you could. Not Human Eclipse looked sick and stuttered some before Non Human Sun took charge "We end his suffering and seal the magical wounds left in me and Eclipse before we fall ill to"

"Please" begged the Not Human Eclipse "We don't want to lose our brother" Robot Moon sighed "Fine Suns coming with me" "Thank you" Said Not Human Eclipse "Its a big jump but we have an anchor at our uncles house to make it easier" "Most of our family is there but they won't bother you while you work" Not Human Sun assured them The home was despite the oppressive air of dread, cozy. The walls were painted with abstract murals wherever a shelf or hanging display for knickknacks wasn't. There were large windows but each was covered with a blackout curtain. The many lamps were all low bathing the space in a soft warm light that wasn't really strong enough to read in. It was clear under normal circumstances this home would be welcoming and easy to relax in.

However in this moment the comfortable couches were taken up by more creatures like the Not Human Sun and Eclipse all with there heads hung. One with wrinkled dress shirt on and black slacks stood from his spot between two much younger members of his species. He looked a lot like Not Human Sun with crystal rays that spun around his head those his seemed to be made of amber rather then clear. His skin looked like Bronze and his four arms were folded close to his body clearly from nerves "Oh thank fuck" he said his voice tiered and gravelly "I'm guessing your the Moon?" The Humanoid that was sitting next to the one that got up launched to his feet. This one was small and short probably no more then 5 foot with a singular large crescent crystal in light blue floating over his head.  His blond hair was a mess and he was so shyly sunk into his huge sky blue hoodie it was hard to see much of him.  "You found another Moon who can help?" he asked desperately the voice just like Luner's "Luner lets not get in there way"  Said the other Not Human this one with liquid gold shaped into ray shaped points. Robot Sun looked at this one in fear as he realized this sounded like there Eclipse... If he hadn't gone threw puberty yet.  This one was taller then the Luner with black hair and skin that looked like copper. The Not Human Luner glared at him. "Soler is right Luner" said a truly massive one of these beings.  With 6 arms standing easily taller then Robot Sun or Moon even while sitting.  He was dressed all in black and sounded much like a very tiered KillCode.  In his arms was a small child of there species dressed in red with several spinning star shaped smooth crystals that were a blood red. The child couldn't be more then 7 and was simply refusing to let go of the larger beings coat. The Not Human Luner rolled his eyes but went to sit back down led by Soler. 

The one with rays and four arms sighed deeply and looked at the last being in the room. This one also four armed but was distinctly fem with a set of swooping crescent horns going down the back of her silver hair. "Let me take the other Moon to see ours Albedo.  You comfort Furry and our Nephews" Albedo sighed and his four arms dropped to the side. "Alright Lune." he turned to Robot Sun "Come sit with us ill enplane what i can while your Moon works" Robot Sun looked nervously at his Moon Robot Moon shrugged and followed Lune up stairs while sun went to sit with the other. The Not Human Sun and Eclipse had already stumbled to a free couch and simply collapsed in it.

Lune opened a door at the top of the homes stairs.  It was a bedroom and completely dark. On the bed was what Moon didn't need to be told was his counterpart in this world. The being had porcelain like skin that was off color like it was sick. Long black hair tangled with the feathers of raven wings that twitched slightly sometimes. The being had one crescent with and orb between its points. They weren't floating however just kinda flopped on the pillow. Robot Moon could feel the magic gushing out of the Not Human Moon like an arterial wound. "You must enter his mind with magic, Find him and stabilize his magic. Model it after your own, but if he insist something goes some ware do so. You have one chance Moon, but once your magic connects with this Moon it should stabilize him for however long you need to work." Lune said softly "Should you be able to do this all of us will be in your debt" Robot Moon nodded becoming more and more horrified at watching a version of himself so sick "yah I got it from here" Lune nodded and left the room quietly shutting the door behind her "Better get to work" Muttered Robot Moon as he reached out to the other Moon casting the spell to enter his mind.

The other Moons mind was a haze of dark clouds. In the center sat the being his hair in his face shoulders shaking in sobs.  Before him a large low table colored green with dozens of little colorful blocks no bigger then the wooden kind you would give a toddler scattered over the table, the other moon and the foggy ground below. "Hay" said Robot Moon

Slowly the other Moon looked up and for a brief moment hope flashed in his eyes. His brothers had done it his brothers had managed to find another Moon and one with magic.

The Robot Moon sat across from the Not Human Moon.  Up close it was clear the beings hair was matted, tears streaked his face. His shoulders where slumped in defeat and sorrow. "So they found one?" "Clearly" Said Robot Moon "What's all of this" he gestured to the blocks scattered about "Its a metaphorical manifestation of my magic" the other Moon said weekly picking up what looked like a minecraft grass block. "It looks like a minecraft diorama" Robot Moon said picking up a block. Like someone hitting a gong magic reverberated for a second hard between them. 

Slowly other Moon took a deep breath starting to relax. "Eh magic can appear in weird ways in the mind. Though I'm guessing MineCraft is your worlds version of CraftyBlocks" "That is such a dumb name" Robot Moon said setting the grass block down on the table where it felt right. The block glowed slightly and seamlessly attach itself to the table. "Of course MineCraft isn't much better"

[dearmantis]

There's no love like our love

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x wife!Reader

Summary: When the Royal Family finally turns on the Grisha, you find yourself caught in the crossfire. Alone, of course. You're always alone, it seems.

Warnings: murder, death, canonical persecution of Grisha, violence, mentioned death of children, sexual harassment, slutshaming, mentions of sex and cheating, suicidal thoughts, self hatred

Word Count: 6.6k words

Authors' Note: I DID IT! HERE IS YOUR PART TWO FOR A LOST EMBRACE! IT ONLY TOOK 76 YEARS! BUT I GOT IT DONE BEFORE THE END OF APRIL (this is also very not edited, and I'm still not a native English speaker).

Also, funfact: I cut the ending of this, just like I did with part 1. There was a whole other ending, but that was basically just a lot of fluff. I wasn't sure if people would want that from this series/twoshot specifically so I cut it. I can't tell of cutting the ending is a good or a really bad habit.

The title is from Lights are on by Tom Rosenthal!

Part 1: A lost embrace | Masterlist

The universe is filled with light. Billions of beautiful stars, all different sizes and temperatures, burning brightly and sending their energy out into the universe to bring warmth and light.

But there is even more darkness in the universe than there are stars, filling the space between the celestial bodies. An all surrounding nothingness that acts as a playing field for all of the beautiful, weird and wonderful things hiding in the endless sky. A canvas for everything else in the universe that hugs and surrounds all.

And one day, at least according to the most popular theories, the last stars will die and the universe will be entirely engulfed in darkness.

It began with a loud burst of light, and it will die quietly in shadows.

That knowledge used to bring you comfort and a feeling of belonging. The darkness became your new home, a special, safe place right next to your husband, but there is no safety and love to be found in the darkness now.

It was predictable, honestly. You should've known the second Vasily allowed the Darkling to travel Ravka to search of the Sun Summoner with only a few First Army soldiers for protection, but you simply didn't pay attention to the signs, too caught up in your own frustration and bitterness.

He didn't realise it either, it seems, because he simply left without even saying goodbye, leaving you behind to run the Little Palace in his absence. One night you fall asleep next to him, back turned towards him to visibly reject his presence, and the next morning he is gone, his side of the bed made and all of his most important belongings gone. No letter, no announcement beforehand, nothing.

Maybe his head was simply too focused on Alina to even remember that he still had a wife.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You're still awake when they come, three nights after the General left the Little Palace.

You're laying in bed, humming an old lullaby – one of the really old ones that you learned because he sometimes sings them to you when you can't sleep – while working on fixing the embroidery on the kefta of one of the younger students.

The disappearance of the Sun Summoner has led to chaos in all of Ravka, and there hasn't been a calm moment in the palace in weeks. You are forced, just like everyone else, to work until you pass out while keeping up appearances in front of the royal family. Everything needs to be immaculate despite the fact that the whole country is in a state of emergency, so you push small detail work like this into every free second of your day in hopes of doing something good.

You're so focused on your project that you don't even hear them approach your windows from the outside.

They sneak around, quietly taking out the guards until they're sure that they won't meet too much resistance, and then, suddenly, everything is very loud.

You don't remember what happens. Just flashes of memories. Little pieces that simply aren't enough to form a full picture, as if your body simply wasn't able to take it all in. Or maybe it refuses to remember.

Glass shatters, loud and unfamiliar steps echo like thunder through the halls of what was supposed to be your home, men with bad intentions are in your bedroom, in your house, in your garden.

And your husband is nowhere to be found.

The air smells like fire, panic and fear crackling in the air like electricity and the screams of the Grisha you swore to protect as if they were your own children echo through the building and outside.

Shots are fired in the distance, you're on the floor, the barrel of a gun pressed tightly against the back of your head.

There are more screams slicing through the night. You think you hear someone yelling your name, but before you can answer, one of the men who broke into your room slams their heavy gun against your head, and darkness welcomes you into it's familiar embrace.

When you finally wake it's to the sound of a gun shot ringing through the air, and though the bars of your new cage you watch through bleary eyes how one of your fellow Grisha runs away, his bright purple kefta unfortunately doing very little to hide his movements between the trees. You can't tell who it is, not in the dark.

A second shot gets fired. You see how it hits the Durast in the head, his body falling to the ground and staying there, unmoving. Nobody goes to check if he's dead or to drag him off and bury or burn his corpse. It's just left right there, next to a large ash tree.

Someone whimpers and sobs, begs for their life, but you can't take your eyes off the corpse. The way it just lays there, like it's nothing.

You haven't seen an actual battle in centuries. The Darkling is too paranoid to let you go, convinced that his enemies will target you in a fight and take you away from him. The thought alone used to turn his eyes cold and hard like ice, his whole body shaking with anger at the idea of you being in a dangerous situation. You haven't seen death like this, so fast and seemingly insignificant, in forever.

There is no triumph visible in the body language of the soldier that shot the Durast, but no shame either. A job done, nothing more. He doesn't celebrate or pat himself on the back. He just sits back down next to the fire in the middle of the camp and takes a sip of water, like the life he just took was worth less than even the life of a rabbit.

The other guards move to check the handcuffs of the others after that incident, making sure that everything works and no one is able to use their powers. Your heart races so fast it makes you dizzy, the fog in your head thickening and threatening to drag you back into unconsciousness.

It's hard to stay focused enough to take the whole situation in, but you try anyway, tearing your gaze away from the corpse. There are nine cages, including yours, one of them now empty.

The Grisha in the cages are, just like you, handcuffed with their hands far apart. Three of them are wearing their keftas - two of them being Alkemis, and you ask yourself if the Materialki were all still down in the workshops when the raid began - but the others, including you, are wearing whatever you wore to sleep that night. All of you are dirty, and you pray silently that none of them are hurt. It's hard to see with the lack of light. The cages all stand a bit too far away from the fire to truly see much.

The men who guard you, on the other hand, all look like they dressed up for a military parade. Their First Army uniforms sparkle almost, their faces clean shaven or decorated with carefully trimmed beards. This was planned. This whole raid was planned, probably for weeks, and you didn't notice. The idea most likely came up as soon as the General returned from the Fold, and no one ever picked up on it.

It feels like a relic from a time you're supposed to have left behind, a time you didn't even experience and only heard about from the Darkling and on rare occasions his mother.

The First Army doesn't hunt Grisha anymore. The king doesn't put you into cages. They just hate you, insult you, and harass you, but they don't physically harm you anymore. Yet... here you are.

Ravka isn't supposed to be like Fjerda, like Shu Han, like Kerch. The Darkling had made sure of that, worked for this one singular goal for centuries, and dedicated his whole life to it.

The thought of him makes your heart sting painfully, and you suppress the urge to worry for him, to wonder where he is and if he's safe. You have bigger issues than him right now. He's fine. There's no room for argument. He has survived wars and centuries of persecution. This won't kill him. He's probably out there somewhere, completely safe, trying to track down his sun summoner while you rot in this cage alongside the others.

After the handcuffs are checked you watch as four of the five soldiers walk to the cages of the two Alkemi, Ivanna and Ole, and pull them out, the fifth still sitting at the fire and watching the whole situation with mild interest.

You hear one of the guards make a suggestion on how to deal with them, and your stomach turns.

In your mind, you are 12 years old, hiding behind your mothers skirt. Her hand rests on your head, trying to soothe you as you watch with the other people your village how a woman gets dragged out of the cage they kept her in. You remember her face. She works as a seamstress. She gives you pretty ribbons to tie around your wrist or into your hair whenever your mother buys something from her.

The man – was he the mayor? The village head? You don't remember what he called himself – who pulled her out of the cage pushes her to the ground, right in front of a large rock, and motions for someone hiding in the crowd to come closer.

Another man steps forward, the blacksmith, in his hands the biggest hammer you have ever seen.

The woman starts screaming now, her voice breaking under the force of her violent sobs. Her body shakes horribly, and your own shaking hands dig deeper into the material of your mothers skirt.

"Please, please, I swear it. This is a misunderstanding. I did nothing wrong. I swear it. Please, just listen to me," the woman begs while the mayor grabs the thick rope attacked to her handcuffs and pulls her arms and hands to rest on the rock.

The noise the hammer made when it slammed down on her hands haunts you for centuries, just like her screams do.

Just like the screams of the Materialki probably will if you survive this when the guards push them to the ground. The only difference is that the soldiers have no large hammers to break their hands.

You can't move, can't speak, can't do anything, completely frozen in fear while the soldiers hold them down, each of them pressing an arm down onto the cold ground. The two have no chance to defend themselves.

The man at the fire finally stands up slowly, grabbing one of the rocks lining the fire to prevent forest fires, and walks over to the six people on the ground.

You watch him do it. You have to. You failed to protect your Grisha, and the least you can do is witness the horrors they have to go through because of your own mistakes.

Because you should've known. You should've known. Of course the royal family would turn on Grisha. Of course they would send the Darkling away before they raided the Little Palace. He is the last line of defence for the Grisha in this country.

You should've noticed the signs. You should've talked to the General about it, maybe even with Baghra. You should've started to prepare to evacuate the whole Palace, organized a place to hide with food and beds and water.

But you didn't. You didn't because you were too blinded by your own stupid quarrel with the Darkling. This is your fault. Every drop of blood that was shed that night, every bit of pain and suffering that your Grisha experienced, clings to you.

It's all your fault.

When the soldiers are sure that they broke every bone in Alkemis' hands, they put the cuffs back on and throw them back into their cages.

And then they walk back to the fire in the middle of the camp and begin to eat, ignoring the sobbing of the Grisha only a few metres away from them and the corpse still peacefully resting between the bushes and trees.

You wake up the next morning with aching muscles and the knowledge that you probably won't get out of this camp alive. Because as much as you would like to pretend otherwise, these people know you. If Vasily gives the command to have you killed, these men know that you're their target. And he would. You can't even blame him for it. You're the wife of the General, just as much of a symbol for the Second Army as the Darkling. Killing you would be a message to all of Ravka.

They don't treat you much differently than they treat the others, to your surprise. You get starved like the others, glared at like the others, and dehydrated like the others.

You could almost believe that they somehow don't know who you are if it wasn't for the insults.

Every Grisha gets insulted, some more creatively than the others. Especially the two Alkemi get made fun of for their broken, swollen, and discoloured hands by the soldiers, like they aren't the reason why they look like that. Other insults directed at other Grisha in the camp, on the other hand, are overused and boring, like when they asked Lena, an Inferni, where her spark is, why her fire has disappeared.

"I thought Infernis are always so hot-headed? Come on, give us a show!" One of the older men in the camp says to her on your second day awake, and it makes your skin crawl. You wish you could claw those mens eyes out, make them bleed.

But the insults they direct at you, those are personal. They prove that they know exactly who you are despite never saying your name once.

The Darklings slut. That's what you are to them.

His favourite toy. A bedwarmer. A plaything. A whore to entertain him. A distraction from the war. A thing he can let his frustrations out on.

That's who you are in their eyes. Nothing more. Certainly nothing that deserves respect or should be feared. The fact that you and the other Grisha can't use the small science makes them braver.

The worst insults are the ones they come up with after the third day in the cage, right after the soldiers get a quick visit from one of Vasilys messengers, because their words are suddenly no longer insults. They are observations and a horrible, new truth that convince you that their earlier insults are true, working hand in hand with the thoughts and fears you had before any of this even started.

"Don't look at me like that, whore. Everybody, even us fools in the First Army, know how enamoured your husband was with the sun summoner. How many times do you think he fucked her before she ran? Probably did it right behind your back in your shared bed, you stupid thing. I bet she was the last thing he thought of before the guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

The soldiers celebrate the news of the Darklings death like they just won the wars with Fjerda and Shu Han and tore down the Fold with their bare hands, drinking alcohol and eating freshly hunted deer meat while you and the other Grisha grieve and starve. You don't allow yourself to cry like the others, but you can feel your soul rip itself apart.

You begin to lose yourself after that.

Your sanity runs through your hands like sand, your mind desperate to escape the smell of the Durasts rotting corpse that the soldiers never bothered to remove, the insults, the screams of the other Grisha when they get pulled out of their cages (one a day, always only one a day, like they're trying to drag it out), the desperate hunger that burns in your stomach, the thirst that tears your throat apart, the death of your husband: reality in all it's horrible shapes and colours.

First, you spend a few minutes caught up in a nice memory, like a short conversation in the gardens of the Little Palace, drinking tea and leaning on his shoulder while he tells you about his day. Then the daydreams get longer and take more control over you until you spend days staring at nothing, buried so deep in your own mind that you're no longer aware of what happens around you.

A small part of you hopes that they'll kill you while you're in that state, caught up in the past. Everything is better than reality, and with every second that passes when you're fully aware of your surroundings, that reality becomes more unbearable.

You love remembering the time before Alina the most. You know that her only sin is shining a light onto the lies, destruction, and rot surrounding you, but without her light, you were able to pretend.

You are good at pretending.

The light just makes it harder, and sometimes you slip up and accidentally sink into a more recent memory, your mind racing through different thoughts so fast that you're unable to stop it.

Like how the girl whose kefta you repaired that night, little Bibi, probably ended up dying without it after working so hard to prove to everyone that she earned it. And now her corpse lays somewhere in Ravka with no one to take care of it, to lay it to rest.

The kids are easily the worst thing to remember. Every time you do, it feels like the guilt eats your heart or whatever is left of it right out of your chest, ripping and tearing on the muscle like a wolf on a bone.

How many of them got out of the Palace in time and are now hiding somewhere, probably scared and alone with no one to help them and no idea how to get to other Grisha or back to their families? How many of them are stuck in cages just like you, starving and terrified of the First Army men who are only waiting to get the command to kill them? How many of them didn't even make it out of the Little Palace and died at the hand of the soldiers during the raid?

How many children were buried and burned that night?

Your husband isn't much better to remember either. The words of the First Army soldiers burn themselves into your mind like hot coals. You don't want to think about it. You've never wanted to think about something less in your entire life, but no matter what you do, the pain of losing someone you've known for almost your whole life feels like a knife stuck in your chest.

"... guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

It's odd, really, how all consuming grief can be even if a part of you hates the person you lost. Almost surreal.

There have always been chapters of your life subtitled with "before the Darkling". There aren't supposed to be chapters subtitled "after the Darkling", not even a single one. It's wrong. It's entirely wrong. He's supposed to be a constant. Something that doesn't move, doesn't change, doesn't leave. He was supposed to be here until the end of everything.

He wasn't supposed to leave you behind. You can't do this without him. You can't lose him. This isn't right.

It's the last piece. The last drop required to convince you that giving up might not be the worst option. If they succeeded in killing the Darkling... what can truly be done anymore? What can you do? You can't free the Grisha in your camp, not with your hands cuffed so far apart from each other that your arms regularly start cramping, and a stomach so empty that it feels like your entire body is trying to collapse in on itself to fill the void. You can't convince the soldiers to free you. You can't save the children and rebuild Ravka into a safe place once more, not alone. You can't do anything on your own. You are nothing.

So why shouldn't you die? Why not join your husbands soul, wherever it may be now? What is left for you to do here? What can you do?

Death haunts your sense of smell and vision. It haunts your mind, and it haunts all of Ravka. Why not let it carry you off? Away from the pain, the suffering, the fear and grief and rot.

There is only more to come. More horrors that linger in the unpredictable future, and no one left to fix it. You certainly can't do it, Baghra - if she still lives, that is - doesn't care enough about others to even attempt to fix anything, and the sun summoner evidently can't do it either. All she can do is shine light on the evil lingering in the dark, but she's not strong or persuasive enough to improve and change the nightmares she exposes.

The Darkling could've done it. He would fight tooth and nail, drench his hands in blood and ash to free the others. He has fought his whole life, after all. He could've done it again.

But you can't. You can't take his position in this war, as much as you wish you could. You can't even get your hands out of your stupid cuffs, no matter how hard you try.

Baghra was right in the end, it seems. You really are too weak to stay at her and her sons side as their equal. You are dust, nothing more.

Now that you're here, stuck in a cage and unable to defend yourself in any way, you ask yourself once more how she and her son could've possibly survived this long. How did they not give up? What do they have that you lack?

"When the entire world hates you and wants you dead, the best thing you can do is live."

That's what she said back then, but you simply don't understand how she found the strength to keep going. You can't find it in you, no matter how much you look. Your whole life is gone. Your friends are probably all in cages or dead. Your husband is dead. Your home is gone. There is nothing left, no reason for you to continue.

Your husband would want you to keep going, a voice in the back of your mind answers, and you can feel the sharp stinging in your chest return at the thought.

You miss him. You miss him so much that it feels like you're being torn apart from the inside. And if you're really honest with yourself, you have to admit that you have been in this state for a while.

All of that anger and jealousy was just your bodies way to avoid facing the fact that you were lonely. No wonder you immediately fell back into routine like a desperate little cat when he finally gifted you some attention after Alina fled. Your entire being was begging to get him back.

And now you will never have him again because you were both too stubborn to simply talk with each other. He will never understand how much it hurt to see him obsess over someone else, and you will never know why you suddenly weren't enough for him anymore.

You will never hear his voice again, or knit him a new scarf for winter, or wash his hair for him after an exhausting day. You will never be comforted by him when you have a headache or watch the first snow of the year cover the grass outside of the Little Palace. You will never fall asleep next to him again, his arms wrapped around you and your face pressed against his chest as his heartbeat and calm breathing lull you to sleep.

He will never hug you again or surprise you with breakfast. He will never help you choose jewelry for an event again, give you his cloak when you're cold, kiss you, laugh at your horrible jokes, or moan your name into your ear, his voice raspy with love and desire while he tries to bring you to another orgasm before his own crashes down on him.

You will never do anything with him ever again.

Turning your head slightly, you stare at the soldiers sitting at the fire, eating some form of stew. You can't smell it. The stench of the decomposing body is too strong, and you wonder how the soldiers can stomach food in this environment.

You can barely breathe on some days without gagging every few seconds. It's so horrible that it drives tears into your eyes.

They talk and laugh about some servant girl, and you silently ask yourself what fate the servants of the Little Palace met. How many of them died that night? How many fled? Did any of them try to help the Grisha that might've fled? And saints, what happened to the Oprichniki?

Slowly closing your eyes again, you pray that the wind changes direction and starts blowing the smell away while you try to think of something that gives you strength.

The first thing that comes to mind is your amplifier.

You haven't thought about that day in a while, not since Alina came to the Palace and your heart and soul drowned themselves in jealousy and hate.

But it's not right to forget something so special. You should remember.

Who else in all of Ravka got proposed to, not with a ring but with a barn owl and a knife?

He has been gone for months, looking for something in West Ravka, choosing to trave through Fjerda and around the Fold to avoid going through it, and the constant worry that he would be discovered keeps you awake on some nights. He sends a letter once a month and promises you over and over that he would be back in the spring, but you still end up surprised when one of your friends drags you out of your bed in the middle of the night and ushers you towards the Generals quarters.

And when you open the doors you find him leaning against his desk, a knife next to him on the table and a barn owl sitting quietly in a cage, large eyes looking at you curiously, but you don't even see those things. Not at first, at least.

You just see him.

"You're back!"

Quickly jumping over to him, you throw your arms around him and press your face against him, a deep laugh bubbling in his chest as he moves to embrace you tightly.

"Careful, my love," he murmurs, his hands finding the back of your neck and pressing you closer to him.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other tightly while he whispers soft words into your ear.

"I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much, little love. I hope you weren't too lonely without me," he coos, pressing a long kiss onto your head.

You're about to answer him when the bird finally makes himself known. Turning your head quickly you look at it, and the owl turns it's head to the side as if it's trying to do assess you carefully as well, it's dark eyes looking you over a few times. You feel a bit self-conscious in your night dress, but instead of shying away, you decide to let it look.

"Is that what you were looking for in West Ravka?" you ask, gazing back up at him.

"I did a lot of research over the past year, and I think this amplifier would be strong enough," he explains, his voice as soft as a feather.

"Strong enough?"

"To keep you with me. I didn't believe it at first either, but this little bird could give you forever. Time would no longer be able to take you from me. I could keep you for eternity."

Tears well up in your eyes, your hands moving to hold onto the front of his kefta as he reaches over to the knife and holds it out to you.

"You don't have to do it right now. You can get to know the owl and see if it feels right. Think about it for a while. It's a big commitment, after all." His empty hand moves up to cup your face, and the tenderness in his gaze makes your heart race. "If you chose the amplifier, I will stay with you. I will be at your side until the end of everything, I promise it. I will take care of you when you're hurt, hold you when you're sad, and laugh with you when you're happy. I will fight at your side, protect you with my life, and take care of you until I die."

Biting your lip weakly, you look up into his eyes, somehow darker than the night sky. "And if I don't choose to take the amplifier?"

"Then I'll still do all of those things. I will just have less time by your side, but I will cherish that time just as much, sweet girl."

You don't know when it happens because you start to loose track of time after the first week is over, but at some point in a random night one of the soldiers goes into the forest to get fresh water from a nearby river and doesn't return.

You're not conscious enough to notice it, and the soldiers are too caught up in their preparations for tonight's entertainment.

You don't even notice how they move through the camp, their eyes looking at each and every grisha they have, and judging who would be able to provide the most fun tonight. You just wish you were lying on the floor.

If you laid down, you could pretend that the heaviness on your chest is your husbands weight and not a heavy mountain of grief that tries to drag you down into the heart of the world.

He liked to do that. Lay on top of you to make sure that every single centimetre of you touched him in some way. You used to jokingly complain about it, but he never stopped. Every time he knew you needed comfort he would lay down on top of you, his heavy, strong body pressing you deep into the mattress while he talked, either asking questions about your day and whatever might be bothering you, or telling you about his, always carefully pressing small kisses onto your face and neck.

He must've known that his weight comforted you, made you feel safe. You've never wanted to be crushed into a mattress by him so badly in your whole life.

You don't hear it when they discuss if you're weak enough now to remove you from the cuffs. You don't even hear it when they open your cage, the old metal screeching loudly.

You don't realize that anything is wrong until one of the soldiers unlocks the cuffs and your body falls to the floor like a wet sack of flour. A loud groan leaves your mouth, your voice rough from lack of use.

The soldier grabs your ankles and drags you out of the cage, your upper body dragging over the floor. After being hung up for so long, you realise very quickly that you can't move your arms at all. The muscles start twitching as soon as you even attempt to bring them together, and a horrible, sharp tingling sensation makes itself noticeable. You bite your teeth together to stop yourself from screaming out.

A wave of panic crashes over you as soon as you fully understand what's going on, trying to kick the man dragging you closer to the fire, but none of your movements seem to really bother him.

As soon as you're close enough to the fire, someone flips you onto your stomach and buries their hand in your hair to pull your head up. Your back bends horribly, and you hiss out in pain as your eyes find those of the soldier who broke the Alkemis hands with a rock.

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at you, eyes taking in every flinch and twitch in your face.

You stay like this for a few seconds staring at each other, when he suddenly spits directly into your face, a wide grin splitting his face into two a few seconds later before he slaps you. Your head drops to the ground quickly.

"Let's get started. Markus can join us later when he's done," someone says. Three seconds later, before you have time to register what he means, you have a small knife in your back.

A blood curdling scream leaves your throat and tears well up in your eyes. You want to beg, to humiliate yourself even further and kiss their shoes in hopes of escaping this, but the last shred of pride left in you won't let you.

One of the soldiers steps onto one of your hands, twisting his shoe a bit in the process to make it hurt more. Someone else grabs your other arm and twists it behind your back until you scream out once more. This time, you scream your husbands name, unable to stop yourself in time. It's a broken, pathetic sound that echoes through the trees like a gunshot.

You know he won't come, but something about saying his name again feels almost cathartic, so you continue to scream it out with your full heart and soul. With every hit, every kick, and every stab wound, you scream the real name of the black heretic out into the endless night and beg death to bring you to him.

When the first gunshots get fired into the forest, you mistakenly assume that they're shooting at you and tightly close your eyes. Your heartbeat rushes loudly in your ears, and your mind replays the events of the first day when the Durast got shot. You can't even stand up and run. Your whole body is consumed by pain.

This is it, you think. Loud screams pierce through the air, gruelling, blood curling screams that scare you half to death.

Your mind races, trying to quickly find a last memory to remember before a bullet pierces your chest or head and kills you, something sweet and soft and perfect, like your wedding night, or your first kiss, or your-.

A loud scream rips itself out of your throat when a bullet hits you right into your leg. The man who shot it is dead seconds later, torn to shreds by darkness itself, but you don't see it, your eyes still rightly closed as you wait for the next bullet to hit you.

It never comes.

Instead someone yells your name, and you think it sounds familiar.

"Ivan!" the man screams, and a second later, someone carefully turns you onto your back and falls to their knees next to you, pulling your head up into their lap, their large hands cupping your face.

You don't want to die. You're not ready.

"My love, my love, it's me. Can you hear me?," he speaks. Fabric ruffles and something wide is dropped over your shaking, weak form, and your whole body feels warm for the first time in days. A familiar scent enters your lungs, somehow overpowering the stench of rotting corpse and fresh blood.

"Sasha?" Squinting your eyes, you look up, trying to focus on the blurry face hovering above yours. He's easy to recognize. The ink black lines over his face are unique to him, almost out of place in this world, just like him. You want to reach up and touch him, but you can't. Your muscles won't cooperate.

"I'm here, my little love. I'm right here. I found you. And I'm so proud of you. So, so proud of you. And I'm sorry," Aleksander answers. His eyes sparkle like stars, tears rolling down his face and dripping onto yours like raindrops. In the back of your mind, you realize that you've never seen him cry in front of people like this before. Only ever in private. Now his voice is almost breaking, his sobs so loud it drowns out the noise of your own hammering heartbeat. It must be a dream. He would never allow himself to show weakness like this.

Ivan appears next to him like a ghost, his hands covered in blood as he carefully lifts the thick black cloak Aleksander covered you with from your legs to look at the injuries there.

"Sasha," you rasp out again. You want him to hold you so badly, but you can barely speak. All you want is to be held by your husband.

"Right here. I'm so sorry, sweet girl. So sorry. I promised I would protect you, and I failed. I'm so sorry, I will never make that mistake again, I swear. I'll never take you for granted again. I'm so sorry for being late."

You want to respond, to calm him down, but he doesn't give you a chance to talk. He just continues with his panicked, slightly hysterical rambling, his whole body shaking under the force of his sobs.

"I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you're safe, and I will never leave your side again. No one will ever hurt you again."

His thumb strokes your cheek gently, and the love in his gaze almost feels like a punch in the gut. He looks absolutely in love and absolutely devastated as well. "I thought I lost you. I kept looking for you in every camp I found, but you were never there, and none of the soldiers would tell me where you are. I was so sure they killed you. I was so scared. I thought-"

Aleksanders voice shatters like glass, his body almost curling in on itself as he presses his forehead against yours. You recognize the breathing pattern he uses, an old trick he taught you a few years ago when you were still new to your position as the Darklings wife. He's trying to stop a panic attack from taking over.

"I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and brave, my darling girl. My lovely wife. I love you so much. You're so good, so good for me. I don't know what I would do without you. What I would do if they... I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry."

He sounds broken, you notice. You've never heard him like this in your entire life. Tears flood your eyes, and you take a deep breath, more of his familiar scent entering your lungs. Rosemary and ash, with a hint of something sweet.

"I'm never going away again, I promise. I will never leave you again, sweet girl. Never again. You will never be able to get rid of me. I will bind myself to you, body and soul, until the end of everything, I swear it."

You're starting to get dizzy. Everything is so overwhelming.

"Am I dead?" You hear yourself asking, your vision dimming slowly, and you're sure you will be dragged back into unconsciousness by your body soon. Aleksander laughs, and it's oddly light and relieved, considering the context.

"No. No, you're alive. You survived. We both survived."

You smile.

Part 3: So I stayed in the darkness with you

Taglist: @savagejane1 @deadunicorn159

[your-local-simp-writers]

Star-Crossed Serenity

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Under the golden afternoon sun, the gardens of the twisted wonderland were a sight to behold. Malleus Draconia, with his imposing figure and regal demeanor, had prepared a surprise for you. As you walked hand in hand, the path opened up to a secluded spot where a picnic was laid out under the shade of a grand, ancient tree.  

“You’ve outdone yourself, Malleus,” you said, admiring the spread of delectable treats and the soft blanket laid upon the lush grass.  

“It is but a simple gesture,” Malleus replied, his emerald eyes softening. “I wanted to share a moment of tranquility with you, away from the chaos of our daily duties.” 

As you both settled down, the world seemed to stand still. The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers, and the only sound was the cheerful chirping of birds. Malleus watched you with a fondness that made your heart flutter, and you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the verdant fields of Twisted Wonderland, Malleus Draconia and you found yourselves in a secluded glade, perfect for the intimate picnic he had planned. The grandeur of the Dragon King was evident in every detail, from the fine china plates to the crystal goblets, all laid out on an embroidered cloth that shimmered with threads of silver and gold.

Malleus watched you with an intensity that belied his usual stoic demeanor. “I have longed for this,” he confessed, his voice a deep timbre that resonated with the quiet power of thunder far off. “To be away from prying eyes, to share a moment of simplicity with you.”

You smiled, reaching for a delicate pastry, its flaky layers filled with sweet cream and berries. “And I appreciate every effort you’ve made,” you replied. “It’s not every day that one gets to enjoy such a feast with the heir of the Draconia line.”

He chuckled, a sound as rare as the blooming of the night-blooming cereus, and it warmed you more than the setting sun. “My title means little in the face of your company,” he said. “Here, I am simply Malleus, and you are the one who has captivated my heart.”

The conversation flowed as easily as the wine from the bottle, tales of your respective worlds intertwining like the vines that grew around the ancient tree under which you dined. Malleus was particularly taken with your descriptions of the human realm, his eyes alight with wonder and a touch of wistfulness.

“As much as I yearn to see your world with my own eyes,” he mused, “I fear what my presence would bring upon it. My power is not always… well-received.”

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand over his. “Perhaps one day, we can venture there together. With care, and perhaps a bit of your magic, I believe we could make it work.”

The promise hung in the air between you, as tangible as the magic that Malleus wielded with such ease. It was a promise of future adventures, of shared dreams, and of a bond that transcended realms.

As night fell and the first stars appeared, you lay back on the blanket, Malleus by your side. The constellations above were unfamiliar, yet beautiful in their strangeness. “Tell me about the stars in your world,” Malleus requested, his head turned towards you, his expression open and earnest.

And so you spoke, of constellations and myths, of navigators and explorers who used the stars to find their way. Malleus listened to every word, his hand finding yours, fingers entwining. In that moment, under the celestial tapestry of an otherworldly sky, two hearts from different worlds beat as one.

The night deepened, and the air grew cooler, but the warmth between you and Malleus remained undiminished. Wrapped in a shared blanket, you continued to gaze at the stars, each one a silent witness to the evening’s tender moments.

Malleus’s voice broke the comfortable silence. “In the Draconia-bloodline, there is a legend,” he began, his tone taking on the cadence of a well-told tale, “of two stars, separated by the vast expanse of the sky, yet bound by an invisible thread of fate.”

You turned to him, intrigued. “And what became of them?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They yearned for each other, across the distance, their light a testament to their longing,” he continued, his hand squeezing yours gently. “Until one day, the thread pulled them together, and they collided in a brilliant display of light and energy, creating a new star, one that outshone all others.”

The metaphor wasn’t lost on you, and you felt a flutter in your chest. “Is that what we are?” you mused. “Two stars drawn together?”

Malleus’s eyes met yours, and in them, you saw the reflection of countless stars. “Perhaps,” he said, “or perhaps we are the creators of a new legend, one that speaks of a dragon and a human, and the love that transcends worlds.”

The conversation shifted then, to dreams and aspirations. Malleus spoke of his hopes for the future, not as a king, but as a man who wished to see the world—not with power and conquest, but with wonder and companionship.

“And you,” he said, turning the focus to you. “What dreams do you harbor within your heart?”

You shared your own visions of the future, some grand, some humble, but all of them painted with the brush of possibility. As you spoke, Malleus listened, his expression one of genuine interest and affection.

The picnic had long since ended, but the connection between you had only grown stronger. As the first light of dawn began to creep across the sky, you and Malleus rose, packing away the remnants of the evening.

“This night may end,” Malleus said as he took your hand, “but our story is far from over. With each new day, we shall write another chapter.”

And with the promise of countless tomorrows stretching out before you, you stepped forward into the light of a new day, the Dragon King by your side.

[quitealotofsodapop]

That is such a cute idea for MK's title as a Harbinger of Chaos! Like... at first glance you would think it's negative but untruth it's jsut a running joke because the 'Harbinger' just follows after his mother's footsteps, literally, MK will cling to and follow Uwkong around like a baby duckling. It's adorable and with Wukong now having a new context for his title as Havoc of Heaven it's just a joke amongst the celestials.

Like,

"Uh oh, here comes the Havoc!"

"Then a little Chaos is sure to follow."

Wukong doesn't know if he should be embarrassed, offended, or proud

Referencing.

Ohhhh i love that imagery!!

The celestial realm just knows that if they see Wukong, that the little chaos-bringer is nearby. <3

It works the other way around too;

Xiaotian: *play-fighting with Nezha*

Soldier 1#: "Huh. The Monkey's kid is here."

Soldier 2#: "Then where's Sun-"

*Explosion is heard from the next training ground over*

Soldiers: "Ah!" "There he is!"

The scariest moments are when they only see Macaque... cus that means havoc and chaos are happening nearby, and the shadow monkey is here to watch.

[talonabraxas]

Aralim "Thrones" Talon Abraxas

The ‘thrones,’ also known as ‘ophanim,’ are a class of angels. They are described as enormous, interconnecting wheels with countless eyes all over them. According to legend, they have many wings and faces, which stand for their all-pervasive vision and knowledge. They are creatures that function as the actual chariots of God driven by the cherubs.

The term “Throne” is not merely a title but a testament to the grandeur and responsibility of these angels. Derived from the Greek word “thrones,” it signifies a seat of power and authority. Their primary role is to uphold and support God’s throne, ensuring its stability amidst the cosmic chaos.

Various Christian theological writings have hierarchized angels. The most influential Christian hierarchy of angels was proposed by Pseudo-Dionysius in his work De Coelesti Hierarchia. He referred to the thrones described in the Old Testament as the third rank in the first realm, with the other two higher ranks being the Cherubim and Seraphim.

Abilities and powers The thrones have a unique role; they contemplate God’s power and justice. This task, or rather a privilege, is one that could span eternity and still not get old. God’s power and justice are so infinite that the angels could never tire of contemplating it. These wills belong to God’s throne and represent God’s all-seeing wisdom.

They are the place where God sits and makes his judgments. So, it makes sense that the prophet Daniel also says that these angels are carriers of the throne of God. And that is where they get their name. As they are living symbols of God’s justice and supreme authority, they are some of the most powerful angels in existence.

Symbolism The unique shape of the Orphanum evokes a variety of interpretations and symbols:

Interconnectedness: Wheels within wheels reflect the intricate interconnectedness of existence and symbolize the unity of all creation.

Eternal Movement: Their cyclical movement represents the endless creation, destruction and rebirth cycle.

Sacred Movement: The Orphanum embodies the concept of sacred movement and transformation, illustrating the eternal movement of celestial energies that shape reality.

What do Thrones angels do They act as counselors to the angels below them. Here is a closer look at how the ordering works:

The thrones receive illumination from God and, in turn, enlighten the lower choirs of angels about what is to be done. Their duty is to communicate to the lower angels, not actually carry out the action themselves.

They are different from the cherubim because the cherubim are enlightened about divine things. At the same time, the thrones are enlightened about created things.

Angels are the avenue, so to speak, of communication between God and every lesser being, and their primary lesson to us is that peace comes not from the world but from following the will of God.

[littlestpersimmon]

can you tell us more about dirwe ?

in my wip, gods are like. They're the "greatest parts of a whole", in a sense. In tagalog and bisaya, there aren't any antiquated words for "god"- There's just "diwata" which means "divine being"-

So In the wip, everything, the wheel of time, Samsara, presents itself as a tapestry called Dalayangan, and there are five great gods, and these gods are Yoh-Sanadi, Sahnbaara, Viharana Magayarin, Niradyaya, and Dirwe Dirwana-, every existing thing in the dalayangan is a thread, but some of the beings in it take up more "parts" of it, like the gods. (DOES THIS MAKE SENSE!!) Dirwe is the one who makes the things happen, she reinforces "dharma" in a way, while Niradyaya is the one who spins the spindle, to keep time moving forward. Both Dirwe and Niradyaya have to be in total harmony in order for things to work the way they do-

Dirwe is known as the Great Subverter, and the divine feminine to Niradyaya's divine masculine- but it's just in Dirwe's nature to subvert, both hate and love what is expected of her. She is both the oldest of the gods (everyone was born from her being) while the youngest (she only became conscious while everyone was out of her), and she rebels against this notion of Divine Femininity. In Janalila, Dirwe is thought of as a woman, in Sasaban, Dirwe is a man (trans man), and at the mere mention of "Dirwe's Gender" would cause an entire room to erupt with discourse...

"They are called Dirwe the Subverter. Because she is a paradox. Every time you think he's about to do something, she does otherwise. And also they are a spirit of rage and revolution, so one of her titles is Dirwe the destroyer...

Dirwe.. there is smth almost oogenesic about him. He is often prayed to as a lord of fertility, and often paired with Niradyaya as a divine feminine to Niradyaya's divine masculinity, which Dirwe Hates, that he is to be saddled with an identity picked for him-

But also at the same time she loves her worshippers.. she is both the wisest and most foolish, the oldest and the youngest, both alive and dead at the same time.. like she is a lord of chaos and making sense of that chaos.

Dirwe and Niradyaya are like.. two halves of a whole.. They worship each other, but they also can't stand each other.. very "Two celestial bodies gravitating toward each other, unsure if they will collapse or merge"...

[istopaskingmemate]

the Havoc in Heaven

the havoc in heaven is a critical part of both jttw and lmk one that we are only now hearing about in the show. certain things have changed between the two medias so I'm gonna give a very basic overview of how it happen in jttw and then fit it with the changes made to lmk to pieces together why.

I personally normally think of the havoc in heaven in three parts (yes the bit wukong talks about at the part in not all it)

part 1 horses

heaven invites Wukong to be the head of the celestial horse stables telling him it is a highly regarded perision (it’s not). Wukong finds out and releases the horse to cause chaos. He then goes back to FFM to proclaim himself as "Great Sage Equal to Heaven".

part 2 peaches

heaven gives into Wukong demands letting him officially become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and invite him back to guard the peach garden. Wukong ends causing chaos because somehow no one considered the ramifications of leaving a monkey in a grove full of his favourite fruits meaning there was none for the peach banquet. Wukong (who didn't know about the banquet prior) decides he wants to go so he impersonates someone who was invited and gets drunk. in his drunken state he drinks all the wine and eats all the pills of immortality which immediately sobers him and in panic Wukong goes back to FFM.

part 3 it goes to shit

the jade emperor attacks FFM and Wukong kicks butt. until Erlang come and tag teams Wukong with Lou Zu (prob not right spelling) and takes him to be executed which fails. Since normal execution attempts continue to failed they put him in the furnace for 49 days. after which Wukong is relished (cuz they though he dead) and pissed so he starts killing everyone and decides he wants to be the Jade emperor. Then the buddha comes and locks him under the mountain.

Now lmk where does the brotherhood scenes we have fit into.

Well first the dinner party scene occurs between parts 1 and 2 seeing as wukong mentions the horses but not the peach garden (I checked). This does create a bit of a problem for the timeline since it’s at this dinner at they all decide their gonna go after heaven. thus why would wukong the new “king” of the rebellion agree to work with heaven again since we know he does work in the peach garden from multiple scenes? My guess is that he discussed it with azure and agreed with the intension (this time) to rob them of their immortality peaches/ wine/pills so he could make himself and his loved ones immortal in preparation for the upcoming war. Which could be what him “running off to search for more power, more immortality” is referring to.

Next brotherhood scene is them preparing to leave for war which happens after part 2 but before part 3 since wukong mentions losing track of how immortal he is before they leave for the battle aka lmk part 3

Now why is this important well notice the difference between the two events. in jttw Wukong is very passive and only causes a fuss when heaven treats him as lesser. Even when fights break out, he is also entirely on the defensive well… until he’s not which is after over month of torture so can you really blame him?  In lmk he is actively trying to take over heaven since the first meeting. Why because somewhere between part 1 and 2 there was a dinner where wukong was crowned king.

Now I’m not saying that wukong was a poor little victim or not responsible for what happen and Azure is a big meanie groomer who forced him into? NO! all of  it would have happened regardless of azure being there. I’m saying that Azure did heavily influence Wukong’s decisions purposeful or not and in a positive way. Weather he meant to or not Azure maniplulated wukong into becoming the jade emperor

Wukong in the jttw does not want to take over heaven he wants to be accepted by heaven. Everything from the way he acts to the title he chooses (Great sage equal to heaven) indicates this. It isn’t until he’s torture and almost killed multiple times that he recognises it’s unattainable and tries to destroy heaven instead. He never wanted to be the jade emperor before being cooked nor mentions it again after so it seems to me that becoming the jade emperor was a spur of the (very angry and upset) moment decision rather than an achell want. In lmk the brotherhood (unintentionally) tells wukong that his wish is unattainable before this. So instead of trying to get acceptance from heaven he turns to getting from his brothers, the mortal realm, and especially Azure. So Wukong agrees to Azure plans and in those plans he becomes the jade emperor.  

TL;DR in lmk havoc in heaven wukong is far more active then in jttw and it's because of Azure. Take and you can that as you will 😉

[anachronic-cobra]

A quick rough draft segment for my aforementioned Lucifer-centric queer religious trauma book while I wait for a plane delay:

In the Beginning, there was starlight. 

Heaven was a utopian realm of light, home to brilliant craftsmen and weavers of the fabric of the universe.  No one angel found themselves above any other, sharing their creations graciously for all to admire.

Lucifer the Lightbringer was one of these weavers, named for his incredible affinity for the creation of stars.  As the other angels shifted their focus to the creation of a new realm to reflect their own, dreaming to create living beauty, Lucifer frolicked among galaxies and nebulae.

Over time, praise for his creations fell to the wayside in favor of this new creation of his brothers and sisters.  Lucifer began to grow worried, wondering if perhaps he had lost the creative spark he had been known for.

The Lightbringer Created in earnest, forming incredible structures of gas and stars, passionate explosions of supernovae, dense wells in the universal fabric that drew in every celestial body that drifted into its pull.  Yet in doing so, he found himself looked down upon by Heaven, who prioritized the beauty in Order, shunning the beauty only Lucifer could see within the ever-changing Chaos.

Perhaps his sights had been set too far from the unremarkable little star the weavers had set their precious blue planet within range of.  Lucifer decided to try his hand at the small-scale Creation his siblings had taken to fawning over.  And for a time, it seemed to work!  His precious little Creation, a tiny planet just barely smaller than their Earth, but bright enough to be seen by their humans even in the early morning gleam of their gifted star.  A peace offering among the barren planets that were his siblings' failed attempts at balancing life with a burning star.

His delightful little Creation, praised at last by his family as a gift to Adam and Eve, earned Lucifer the title of the Morning Star.  This attention lasted only shortly, however, before it was drawn back to Heaven's favored Creations.

Disheartened, Lucifer lost confidence in his abilities.  He tried to create things for his family's beloved Garden, but living Creation was not a craft he was well suited to.  The things he saw as beautiful - the creatures he placed within the earth with a thousand legs, the squirmy creatures he placed in the waters with none, beasts with bone protruding from their skulls and eyes cut into slits - the others saw as hideous and unsettling.

All the same, Adam and Eve named them; "spider" and "slug" and "eel" and "ram", every desperate attempt he made for approval.  Slit-eyed creatures, horned creatures, every beast that crawled with its belly to the ground.  Though looked down upon by Heaven, Lucifer's creatures were cared for by the humans just as they cared for lion or lamb.

At times, Lucifer would take on human form, as his brothers and sisters did, and walk upon the Earth to treasure his belittled Creations.  They crawled upon his arms, slithered against his legs, brushed against his wings.  On lonesome nights when his only companions were thoughts, Lucifer lay in the grass with the crawling beasts of the soil, whispering to them about the stars.

In the Beginning, there was starlight.  Now, there was nothing.

Lucifer gazed wistfully skyward.  A vast, dark void extended into nothing, a cold mockery of the universe he'd once delighted in Creation of.  Where once he'd known the birth of every galaxy, every star, every planet and asteroid and speck of cosmic dust he'd brought into beautiful existence, now there was a hollow loss in his memories.

He wished he could remember what they'd looked like.

[tearsofalonelyprince]

Leviathan is actually OP: Expansion Pack

Alright here’s all of the reasons why Leviathan is OP as FUCK. [ This is the quick version. ]

Now before we begin! These are just part of my personal Levi headcanons and in no way am I caught up to the lore. I just re-read the fanwiki to fact check.

Also spoiler warning for Levi Lore!

Alright now let’s get into this Gamers!

First things first, what is a Leviathan in the first place? It’s a big ass sea monster (A Sea Serpent if you wanna get specific) that’s on a level similar or, dare I say, better than Angels. They are neither Angel nor Demon but something entirely in their own lane. Depending on what lore you read it is either the Embodiment of Chaos itself or just straight up some weird, scary, powerful thing God threw in the ocean. Honestly I like the juxtaposition of this snake. It furthers the Levi OP Theory I have.

Now, as we all know our own Levi is a water snake as well. He obviously isn’t always a big, monstrous snake, but from his demon form alone it’s likely he’s able to transform into one if we are going off the logic that Demons can appear as whatever they want to be seen as. BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT MAKES HIM OP! What truly got me thinking about the fact that Leviathans aren’t seen in heaven. So just how did he become a General of the Celestial Army as an Angel? Personally, my head cannon is that Mammon found him while running away from Michael one day but that’s besides the point. Also, Generals are pretty high in ranking so this also begs the question of just what type of angel was he? Whatever he was, he had to be pretty strong in the Celestial Realm to be that high in their Army, right?

This brings me to his rank among the brothers. Leviathan is the Third strongest Demon Lord and is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. That’s a pretty high fucking ranking out of every single demon in the Devildom. Yet despite this high ranking Leviathan is often seen as “weak” and “out of shape” to the point that he can’t jump rope or run one lap around the HoL. Most often attribute this to him being a chronic gamer and rarely ever leaving his room. I, however, call bullshit.

There is no way he’s the Grand Admiral of the Navy and he’s out of shape! It just doesn’t make sense!!!

The fact that he still has that title not only implies that he’s still very much in that position, but Hell’s Navy is still functioning. Now I don’t know shit about how the navy works or anything like that but I do know that’s not a position you can still have by sitting on your ass all day. The fact that he’s “out of shape” also contradicts directly with the fact that he uploads dance videos on Deviltube to support his idols. As someone who has tried to do idol dances, there is no fucking way he’s doing that if he can’t even jump rope. I’m being serious. Knowing that Levi likes anime character types like Ruri-chan and a group called “Starlet Hearts” leads me to believe he’s probably doing “cutesy” idol dances which are often high-energy and have a bunch of jumping.

If you’re curious on just much jumping, energy, and coordination goes into these types dances then I implore you to watch [ This classic cover ] and think about how this is the style of dances that Levi is most likely uploading on to Deviltube. And seeing how one of his videos goes viral, he’s probably very good at it too.

Now think about how he “can’t jump rope and run around the HoL”. It’s not possible that both are correct.

If you’re still not convinced that Levi is OP as fuck then I offer you this nugget of information. Leviathan says if he was in water then he and Mammon would be on the same level pretty much. Mammon, who is the fastest demon in the entire Devildom and has more control over his power than all 6 of his brothers. Mammon the Second strongest Demon Lord in the Devildom. Now fact check me if I’m wrong (which I could be, I haven’t been able to find the screenshot of him saying this), but this just further pushes into my fish out of water analogy. Leviathan has a terrifying amount of strength in the water not just from his muscles but the powers he possesses as well.

Leviathan calls himself the “Master of Water itself” when summoning Lotan. He has the power to not only summon Lotan, who is older (and most likely more powerful ) than Levi, but also can control all of the magical creatures in the sea. Pair this with the fact that he can conjure a trident and throw it like it’s a baseball…. He’s Strong as fuck! Let’s not even get into the fact that in mythology the Leviathan is like a younger version of Lotan. The sheer amount of power it would take to have control over every single magical creature in the ocean is mind boggling. One would think the Avatar of Envy would want to have the image of being the strongest so others could envy him, right?

Wrong.

There’s two reasons for why Levi could be not showing his full strength and when combined offer a whole new view of our lovely shut-in.

Reason one: Self-Esteem

It’s been shown to us time and time again that Levi has a low self-esteem to the point where he regularly calls himself a “lowly otaku”. He truly believes he doesn’t deserve the basic decency that is MC wanting to hang out with him. To me, this implies that Levi truly doesn’t see himself as a strong being. He sees his power to summon Lotan as a boost of an intimidation, not strength. So for him, the Title of Grand Admiral is the equivalent of a beginner rank he got in a game. It’s the bare minimum. He thinks anyone could do it. He takes his place as third place and nothing more because he doesn’t think he’s anything better then that. He convinces himself that all of his brothers must be stronger despite his obvious skills.

Reason two: Strategy

Being the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy means you have to lead hundreds if not thousands of troops. You have to have plans on top of plans for everything. You can’t lead a squad into a fight without a good strategy. You can’t tell me Leviathan doesn’t know how to strategize with all of the games he plays either. As a gamer myself, I can tell you right now I’ve used my knowledge in games to get through completely new games easily just based on general knowledge. Being the leader of such a group also requires meticulous planning skills which Levi definitely plans. You can’t play multiple on-going games and not plan how to play events if you want to get the best rank in them. Knowing Levi, he probably applies this logic in everyday life. Whether it’s from anxiety or not, Levi goes as far as to plan out how conversations go which further help him prepare for any outcomes. He also probably has incredible pattern recognition as well from all of the different games he plays. That’s something that’s incredibly useful when seeing how past battles have gone down or how to spot any inconsistencies. Now here’s where it ties into the Levi Op Theory. I believe Leviathan uses his gamer/otaku image to throw everyone off of his trail as the third strongest. After all, what better strategy to best your enemies is there then to fool them into thinking you’re weak and frail? If everyone thinks you can’t even run around the house then they will underestimate you in battle. Spending hours charting Devildom maps out is nothing compared to memorizing the entire map to 6 different games with expansion packs plus rhythm game master charts. Defeating an entire battalion is nothing more than a flick of the wrist when the entire battalion is only 50 low rank demons. The Avatar of Envy is such because those around him are jealous of the seemingly random power boosts he gets in battle.

Combine those two together and you get a wave of pure nightmare fuel because the boss you’re fighting against has 4 extra stages that he didn’t even know about.

Leviathan is a UR++ card hidden behind the guise of an already upgraded S rank card.

Okay I think that’s all of my thoughts on why Levi is OP. Feel free to let me know your thoughts. To put the icing on the cake, I didn’t even plan for Levi to become one of my comfort characters but he’s among my top 5 Obey Me best boys now lmao

[lunar-wandering]

anyways here's my personal theory on the whole chaos that is the timeline of Wukong's past in LMK;

He gets enlisted by Heaven to basically be a stable boy, gets mad, gets the title Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Peach Festival Sheniganary happens

Wukong meets up with the Camel Ridge Trio, DBK, and Macaque, for the first time in what is quite likely years based on the time difference between the Celestial Realm and the Mortal Realm. He decides to brag about all the chaos that he caused, and the other's encourage him to go to Heaven and fight. (Heaven would've come to the mountain anyways, like they did in the actual JTTW, but this time Wukong goes to them first).

Havoc in Heaven Round 2 begins, but, Wukong sees that the others are getting injured, and, knowing that they aren't immortal like he is... purposefully surrenders so that they won't be killed/their punishment will be lighter. (Since they weren't on the mountain, there was no Wukong vs Erlang fight, Wukong surrendering to the Jade Emperor replaces that).

The others get thrown into Celestial Jail for two years. Because of, once again, the time difference between the Celestial Realm and the Mortal Realm, those two years cover Wukong being in the furnace, breaking out, wrecking Havoc again, getting trapped under the mountain, and then getting freed. Wukong is at least a year into his journey when the others get released (DBK might've been released earlier, if PIF vouched for him).

Because they were in jail the whole time, the others don't know about Wukong getting Mountained, and thus when they see him working with Tripitaka, naturally assume he decided to work for Heaven and left the rest of them to rot in jail. (Macaque, likely, might have an inkling that something is up, but is hesitant to share).

The scene that Tang sees in ep5 happens.

Macaque goes, possibly to warn Wukong? possibly seeking answers from him, and whatever Wukong does/says in response causes Macaque to snap, leading to their fight, and of course, Macaque's death.

Wukong stumbles upon the other's city, and they immediately trap/enact their "revenge" on him, talking about how he betrayed them. Fresh out of killing Macaque, Wukong decides to take the lesser evil route, of trapping them in the scroll, because he cannot handle killing more of his friends.

Time skip to modern day. The events of the show begin.

[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

gorpronamablin!

gorpronamablin-

a gender related to being a Jeremy Fitzgerald fictive, being possessed by Glitchtrap, glitches/viruses, being aphroflux/transmascfem, being a turigirl, having a special interest in Doctor Who, having a special interest in DC, having a special interest in horror games, being a namehoarder/namecollector, being a pronounhorder/pronouncollector, being an aptnounhorder/aptnouncollector, being an omninounhorder/omninouncollector, collecting -dere terms, experiencing vampirism, experiencing xenodysphoria, being boydoxgirl, being boygirlconnec, being Aistralic, being catgender, being concentraic, being horreuria, being squidboy, being bigenderfluix, being a squid embodied, being an octopus embodied, being a celestial being, being a chaos goddess, being a darling, being a deity, being an eldritch abomination, being a fallen angel, being a fleshthing (title, not the gender), being a follower of glitchtrap, being a follower of gore, being a follower of love, being a follower of malware, being a goddess, being a goddess of chaos, being a goddess of insanity, being a goddess of love, being a goddess of malware, being a goddess of vampires, being He who exists in the sea, being he who is made of stars, being an inkling, being an octoling, being an insanity goddess, being a jester of chaos, being a messenger of chaos, being a messenger of glitchtrap, being a messenger of insanity, being a messenger of love, being a messenger of malware, being a messenger of the gods, being space itself, being the abyssal zone lurker, being the anomaly, being the beautiful evil, being the bloodthirsty one, being the contradictory, being the doctor, being the nurse, being the embodiment of the sea, being the Glitchtrap harbinger, being the lumiat, being the master, being the loving one, being the mistress of the ocean, being the one from the deep, being the paradoxical one, being the pure evil, being the spymaster, being the spiral, being the universe of mogai, being the yandere goddess, being Y/N, being Alienhearted, being Agent8hearted (Splatoon), being Beehearted, being Cathearted, being Lolbithearted (FNAF), being Manglehearted(FNAF), being Missyhearted(Doctor Who), being Octopushearted, being Sharkhearted, being Spacehearted, being Squidhearted, being The10thDoctorhearted, being The11thDoctorhearted, being The12thDoctorhearted(all from Doctor Who), having two hearts! having a constell in: Employee 432(Stanley Parable), Fujimoto(Ponyo), Lolbit, Missy, The Narrator(Stanley Parable), Red Guy(Dont Hug Me I'm Scared), The 10th Doctor, The 11th Doctor, and the 12th Doctor! being a polymorph, having kins in: Agent 8, Missy, Octopus, Lolbit, Mangle, SCP 3999/Dr. Talloran, SCP 2598, Space, The 10th, 11th, and 12th Doctor, and vampires, being medium-high support needs, experiencing echolalia, having involuntary stims, having hypoempathy, having poor interoception, having alexithymia, being hypersexual, having PoTS, having AvPD, having AsPD, having NPD, having BPD, having traits of HPD, having Haphephobia/fear of touch, having ARFID, having Love Addiction, having OLD, being autistic, being objectum, strawberries, cats, bunnies, Dahlia (Dont Toy With Me), Huxley (Dont Toy With Me), Red Guy in denim pants, in a denim shirt, and in a denim hat, spacecats, strawberry ramune, camcorders, polaroids,  animatronics, ghosts, lovecore, the color green, the color purple, being survivorpunk, being cpunk/crippunk/cripplepunk, being madpunk, being assigned butterfly at birth, being assigned moth at birth, being a malewife, being rabies pride/being rabiespunk, a little octopus being inside of a bottle, being auto-, the word "fwu", reclaiming the concept of changelings as an mid-high support needs autistic, Donnie from ROTTMNT, AAC, the emotions you experience when your AAC isn't working bc thats your voice, having a SPIN in your AAC, hoarding genders related to your SPINs, weeping angels, the episode Angels Take Manhattan, the statue of liberty weeping angel, hoarding/collecting hyperspecific genders, being overwhelmed from how many posts you have to go through to add to your gender hoard, the name Bonnie, the name Carrie, the name Carrion, the name Cassiopeia, the name Eros, the name Glamrock Bonnie, the name Glitch, the name Glitchjeremy, the name Glitchmy, the name Glitchtrap, the name Jeremy, the name Malhare, the name Malware, the name Shark, the name Squid, the name Strawberry, the name Suco, the name Virus, the name Amor, the name Andromeda, the name Asani, the name Axeia, the name Axelle, the name Azazel, the name Banshee, the name Bear, the name Beetle, the name Betelgeuse, the name Bleedette, the name Bleedine, the name Broadcast, the name Centipede, the name Cyanide, the name Darling, the name Eldrine, the name Eldrinne, the name Eldrrys, the name Galaxy, the name Gore, the name Goretta, the name Harmony, the name Hatchette, the name Holograph, the name Jester, the name Jinx, the name Lemon, the name Lovess, the name Lovine, the name Luvvie, the name Mangle, the name Marina, the name Missy, the name Nurse, the name Obsessine, the name Odell, the name Pandora, the name Radiation, the name Radium, the name Sacri, the name Sacrif, the name Sanguine, the name Senku, the name Gen, the name Seraphim, the name Sickle, the name Starburst, the name Styx, the name Sulfer, the name Y/N, the name Yanny, the name Ashanti, the name Lethe, the name Sage, the name Saturnine, the name Aita, the name Bloodkiss, the name Bloodlust, the name Bloodthirst, the name John Doe, the name Lovesick, the name Sollux,  the 1stp Dar/Ling/Darling/Darlings/Darlingself, the 1stp Ha/Haz/Hazar/Hazars/Hazardself, the 1stp Lo/Love/Lover/Lovers/Loverself, the 1stp Ma/Mail/Mailma/Mailman/Mailmanself, the 1stp Meow/Meow/Meows/Meows/Meowself, the 1stp Ob/Obse/Obsess/Obsessive/Obsesself, the aptnoun Creature, the aptnoun Exe, the aptnoun Gore, the aptnoun Hazard, the aptnoun Lovesick, the 3rdp ani/ma/tronics/animatronics/animatronicself, the 3rdp archivist/archivist/archivists/archivists/archivistself, the 3rdp astro/astro/astros/astros/astroself, the 3rdp carn/carnivorous/plant/plants/carnivplantself, the 3rdp glam/rock/glamrock/glamrocks/glamrockself, the 3rdp int/ers/x/inters/intxself, the 3rdp it/it/its/its/itself, the 3rdp lo/lov/love/loves/loveself, the 3rdp love/sick/lovesick/lovesicks/lovesickself, the 3rdp mal/ware/malware/malwares/malwareself, the 3rdp oct/octo/octopus/octopi/octopodself, the norwegian pronoun hin/hins, the spanish pronoun il/li, the spanish pronoun él/lo, the xenopronoun glitch noises, the species euphoria pictures of dumbo octopi give you, the species euphoria pictures of jellyfish in black and white give you, related to Silver age Joker, related to Lego Batman Joker, related to 60s Joker, related to Jason Todd, related to Lazarus planet, related to the Batman Nezha hybrid in Lazarus planet, related to Mad Hatter in the Arkham Games, related to Harley Quinn in the Arkham games, related to childhood trauma, that's AFFEIN (affectionate in nature), AVOIN (avoidant in nature), DEPEIN (Dependant In Nature), UNDIN (Undead In Nature), SQUIDIN (Squid In Nature), PARIN (Paradoxical in nature), PORIN (specific in nature), NOHIN (Nonhuman in nature), ELIN (Eldritch In Nature), AQUIN (Aquatic In Nature), AUTIIN (Autistic/Autigender In Nature), CIN (Collect/Hoard In Nature), LIN (Liminal In Nature), and CARRIN (Carrion In Nature)!

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term and flag by me, requested by @mogai-reblog​ :3

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Problems with 3 Body Problem? Experts discuss physics, mathematics

The science fiction television series 3 Body Problem, the latest from the creators of HBO's Game of Thrones, has become the most watched show on Netflix since its debut last month. Based on the bestselling book trilogy Remembrance of Earth's Past by Chinese computer engineer and author Cixin Liu, 3 Body Problem introduces viewers to advanced concepts in physics in service to a suspenseful story involving investigative police work, international intrigue, and the looming threat of an extraterrestrial invasion.

Yet how closely does the story of 3 Body Problem adhere to the science that it's based on? The very name of the show comes from the three-body problem, a mathematical problem in physics long considered to be unsolvable.

Virginia Tech physicist Djordje Minic says, "The three-body problem is a very famous problem in classical and celestial mechanics, which goes back to Isaac Newton. It involves three celestial bodies interacting via the gravitational force—that is, Newton's law of gravity. Unlike mathematical predictions of the motions of two-body systems, such as Earth-moon or Earth-sun, the three-body problem does not have an analytic solution."

"At the end of the 19th century, the great French mathematician Henri Poincaré's work on the three-body problem gave birth to what is known as chaos theory and the concept of the 'butterfly effect.'"

Both the novels and the Netflix show contain a visualization of the three-body problem in action: a solar system made up of three suns in erratic orbit around one another. Virginia Tech aerospace engineer and mathematics expert Shane Ross discussed the liberties the story takes with the science that informs it.

"There are no known configurations of three massive stars that could maintain an erratic orbit," Ross said. "There was a big breakthrough about 20 years ago when a figure eight solution of the three-body problem was discovered, in which three equal-sized stars chase each other around on a figure eight-shaped course. In fact, Cixin Liu makes reference to this in his books. Building on that development, other mathematicians found other solutions, but in each case, the movement is not chaotic."

Ross elaborated, "It's even more unlikely that a fourth body, a planet, would be in orbit around this system of three stars, however erratically—it would either collide with one or be ejected from the system. The situation in the book would, therefore, be a solution to the 'four-body problem,' which I guess didn't have quite the right ring to use as a title."

"Furthermore, a stable climate is unlikely even on an Earth-like planet. At last count, there are at least a hundred independent factors that are required to create an Earth-like planet that supports life as we know it," Ross said.

"We have been fortunate to have had about 10,000 years of the most stable climate in Earth's history, which makes us think climate stability is the norm when, in fact, it's the exception. It's likely no coincidence that this has corresponded with the rise of advanced human civilization."

[arcane-abomination]

I guess you could say this is my UPG when working with this element. I haven’t really seen a lot of in-depth discussion around some of the things I’m going to talk about regarding darkness so I suppose this label fits.

What is Darkness?

The element of darkness is often categorized as a celestial element, grand element, or greater element. This is because it stands out from the more commonly utilized four elements also referred to as common elements by some. However while the typical four; earth, air, fire, and water are consistent the greater elements can often diverge and incorporate other unique titles. Darkness and light always seem to appear on this list regardless but additional phrases such as chaos and order, life and death, can sometimes be seen along side them. For the purpose of this blog though, we will only be focusing on darkness and what it entails as a whole.

So then how does one explain what darkness is? Well that’s actually very simple, it is merely the opposite of light. Something altogether different in comparison that’s needed to benefit the other. Both work in tandem, utilizing their own strengths to not only stand out in their own way but assist in helping the other to do so as well. You see you can’t have one without the other. You can’t come to fully understand darkness if you don’t know light and vise versa.

Representation

Darkness represents everything that light is not. It is the perfect opposite. Where light can symbolize warmth, darkness symbolizes the coolness. Where light symbolizes the seen and the physical, darkness takes claim over the unseen and the metaphysical. When light speaks of life, darkness sings of death. Where light is energetic and hasty, darkness is calm and calculating. Light brings forth your outward emotions where darkness connects to your inner shadow self and all that you keep held inside. Light is the speaker of the conscious mind and darkness is same to your subconscious. It is an energy that thrives in quiet focus and self calculation. Connecting that which is deeply rooted in our very souls.

Misconceptions

One of the greatest misunderstandings about darkness is in the thought that it is evil. This can’t be farthest from the truth. Darkness is not evil, as we just discussed it is only the opposite of light. So then how did such a rumor get started? The answer to that can be found in our basic genetic makeup as a species. Humans by nature are largely diurnal, meaning we are most active during the day. Our basic makeup isn’t suited for nocturnal living, this means we have natural instincts to me more wary when night falls. Before civilization as we know it, primitive mankind had to fight predators at night. It was a time to be cautious and more watchful. So naturally as time went on we developed new and interesting ways to protect ourselves. However, even in this day and age that instinct isn’t completely gone.

Time eventually gave way to media’s ever present and grasping hold over the notion that dark equates to bad and religion in society only added fuel to that fire, but if we really analyze what darkness and light are we can see the truth fairly easily. The argument stands that darkness lays cover for bad things to hide but there are many that use the cover of day to do that as well. Compare a nocturnal animal hunting to a diurnal animal. Each have their own unique genetics that aid them during this time. They are different but each have the same goal, they just go about it in ways that are more beneficial to their nature. So you see, you can hide in the light all the same, we just fail to acknowledge it most of the time because our gaze is often drawn to another direction. With this we can understand that both light and darkness have their positive and negative points, just like everything does. They are opposites but nothing more. The dark is just as evil as the light and likewise just as good. Like all energy it really depends on how we use it that makes it positive or negative.

[quitealotofsodapop]

[However, I see your 5 elements and raise you one DUKE OF THUNDER!]

Okay, that has got to be the best bitchin title I have ever seen. Move over, Thor, we have a new royalty over thunder to gaze at!

Huh, so, if he could be another Celestial Monkey, likely even older than Babs or Gibbs...why didn't Buddha ever mention this guy?

*Several monkeys turn their heads to look at the big man himself*

Buddha: Ah, well, you see-Look, bear!

*Everyone quickly turns to look, realize the trick and snap back to see Buddha hastily making an escape through the window*

Hmm...*looks up which numbers are lucky in China*, okay, so 4 is actually unlucky, which is probs why the 4 Celestial Monkeys are also called the Monkeys of Destruction.

But the lucky numbers are 6 and 8, with 7 being a generally good number, but being also that the 7th Month is called the Ghost Month and it sounds close to 'to deceive'...hmmm...

Oh, and it sounds like a vulgar way of saying 'penis'.

Okay, so, Duke of Thunder, Long Armed Gibbon, Red Buttocked Horse Monkey, Intelligent Stone Monkey and Six Eared Macaque make 5.

Including our little Harbinger of Chaos, that makes 6, which is a lucky number.

But MK being the 7th Celestial Monkey would make it more fun - at least a part of me thinks so - so, who the hell could be the Sixth Monkey?

Wait...Wuxing has Earth and Wood be different elements...

Rin-Rin!

In Saiyuuki, she has similar eye markings to SWK - much like how Macaque has a similar one to SWK - which should mean, she is also a Celestial Monkey!

I once saw somebody headcanon that Rin-Rin is a flower monkey demon and her flower do give me Cosmo (a plant alien) from Sonic X vibes...that could work.

She's just chilling somewhere, never knew what she is and just exists, vibing along the way, not knowing all the bullshit that is going on, like:

Rin-Rin being that friend in the group who never got into any drama, and is still living their best life at home.

I even plan on her (at least a character based on her) still being alive/youthful in the TMKATI au, and the other monkeys are confused af. She's like the aunt/cousin in the monkey village who just... never aged?? They think maybe she ate a peach of immortality and didn't know about it.

Someone like Erlang (all seeing eye) peaks in and is like "Whoa. That monkey came *out* of a tree of immortality. Thats new. Wonder if anyone else knows about this... Best not say anything and cause a fuss."

[talonabraxas]

Aralim "Thrones" Talon Abraxas

The ‘thrones,’ also known as ‘ophanim,’ are a class of angels. They are described as enormous, interconnecting wheels with countless eyes all over them. According to legend, they have many wings and faces, which stand for their all-pervasive vision and knowledge. They are creatures that function as the actual chariots of God driven by the cherubs.

The term “Throne” is not merely a title but a testament to the grandeur and responsibility of these angels. Derived from the Greek word “thrones,” it signifies a seat of power and authority. Their primary role is to uphold and support God’s throne, ensuring its stability amidst the cosmic chaos.

Various Christian theological writings have hierarchized angels. The most influential Christian hierarchy of angels was proposed by Pseudo-Dionysius in his work De Coelesti Hierarchia. He referred to the thrones described in the Old Testament as the third rank in the first realm, with the other two higher ranks being the Cherubim and Seraphim.

Abilities and powers

The thrones have a unique role; they contemplate God’s power and justice. This task, or rather a privilege, is one that could span eternity and still not get old. God’s power and justice are so infinite that the angels could never tire of contemplating it. These wills belong to God’s throne and represent God’s all-seeing wisdom.

They are the place where God sits and makes his judgments. So, it makes sense that the prophet Daniel also says that these angels are carriers of the throne of God. And that is where they get their name. As they are living symbols of God’s justice and supreme authority, they are some of the most powerful angels in existence.

Symbolism

The unique shape of the Orphanum evokes a variety of interpretations and symbols:

Interconnectedness: Wheels within wheels reflect the intricate interconnectedness of existence and symbolize the unity of all creation.

Eternal Movement: Their cyclical movement represents the endless creation, destruction and rebirth cycle.

Sacred Movement: The Orphanum embodies the concept of sacred movement and transformation, illustrating the eternal movement of celestial energies that shape reality.

What do Thrones angels do

They act as counselors to the angels below them. Here is a closer look at how the ordering works:

The thrones receive illumination from God and, in turn, enlighten the lower choirs of angels about what is to be done. Their duty is to communicate to the lower angels, not actually carry out the action themselves.

They are different from the cherubim because the cherubim are enlightened about divine things. At the same time, the thrones are enlightened about created things.

Angels are the avenue, so to speak, of communication between God and every lesser being, and their primary lesson to us is that peace comes not from the world but from following the will of God.

[sketching-shark]

Is it just me, but mk being the “chaos incarnate” frels out of place???

Like of all characters he gets to called that? Seriously?!

Like not even sun wukong the og anomaly in the entire existence of all celestial bodies combined who caused chaos in his wake before mk existence—and doesnt get that title??

It feels so much like lore Olympus except without the weird things that it has.

I feel so guilty but so much of the writer decision makes me hate mk existence especially w portrayal of his powers.(i was the same anon that went off about the portrayal of cultivation in lmk)

So many ppl stated it was there in the beginning but i just thought he was going to be the third celestial monkey not another stone monkey. I just dont think it was a good decision to have mk specifically be a stone monkey considering the questionability of swk involvement.

Plus it make mk be the “chosen one” status that take away who he was at the beginning. Im starting to think we should have not gotten a s4 bc of the headache it gives me.

Monkie Kid spoilers and general complaining below, so remember that "don't like don't read" goes both ways & feel free to skip.

Hmmm yeah I can see where you're coming from anon, although for me it goes a bit deeper in that I'm feeling pretty peeved that Flying Bark seems to be more and more leaning into the "uwu stupid chaos monkey" characterization for Sun Wukong. Like yeah yeah I know people balk at the mention of Journey to the West when it comes to Monkie Kid, and on a certain level I understand the changes since this is after all a cartoon for children, but one of the things that I love about og classic Sun Wukong that a lot of retellings including Monkie Kid just flat-out won't work with is the way that a lot--perhaps even the majority--of his acts of violence are very deliberate and even done for understandable reasons. Even the havoc in heaven, which seems to be the thing many people point to as an example of the Monkey King's chaotic nature, comes right after he spent almost fifty days roasting in the Eight Trigram Furnace and for him soon after being captured by a heaven that he refused to go to war with until the deities were literally breaking down his door and saying unless he surrendered for ruining one(1) festival and stealing immortality-granting treats then they were going to slaughter his entire family. So you can definitely see why, especially given Sun Wukong's awareness of his own power, he'd decide his conflict with heaven would only end, that he'd finally get respect from everyone and his family would finally be safe from everything, if he deposed the Jade Emperor and made himself the ruler of heaven. Obviously this backfires catastrophically thanks to the Buddha, but you can definitely see how this is less a case of Sun Wukong doing things because he's a chaotic monkey who loves to break stuff for shits and giggles and more because he's a ruthless warlord who cares about a select few & lives in a world where many others in positions of power act like ruthless warlords as well. It can't be forgotten, after all, that even the beloved Tang emperor is also specifically said to be someone who had countless people killed while he was forging his empire!

But going then to the massive rewrite of Xiyouji inherent in Monkie Kid, the whole "chaos!" thing just feels like yet another way for Sun Wukong & it seems MK by extension to be handed a massive L in terms of what their stories are. Like Flying Bark radically changed the havoc in heaven from SWK raging through the heavenly palace as part of a (gasp!) understandable wartime power struggle to him just stealing a bunch of stuff for himself before him & his former bros attack heaven, rather than heaven attacking them, which Macaque told him not to do but he did anyway because he was just that much of a uwu chaos monkey/thoughtless a-hole. And while I actually do like the idea of the stone SWK came from regenerating and creating even more stone monkeys, the way things have been set up it does seem to be working as another example of how Flying Bark keeps making SWK worse to make MK better in comparison, as well as likely lying the grounds for a massive confrontation between the two because yeah with his truth-seeing eyes how tf did SWK NOT know that MK was someone like him. As is, you can add that to the ever-growing pile of questions that FB refuses to answer, such as what exactly happened to the og pilgrims, why did SWK & the Demon Bull King have their battle, what happened between SWK and LEMH, why are LEMH & the Demon Bull King suddenly okay with SWK when he's the guy who they pretty clearly thought ruined their lives, how did MK go this long thinking he was just some guy instead of an ultra-powerful and destructive stone monkey, why did SWK exile himself for so long, why did the Monkey King even take on a tudi in the first place, if he did know MK was a stone monkey why didn't he say anything, etc. etc. etc. And yeah yeah I know the nature of storytelling is that information isn't revealed all the way at once, but it's been 4 entire seasons of just piling on the questions with the added bonus of everyone screaming about how much SWK sucks & is going to destroy everything (& the plot going out of it's way to prove that sentiment somewhat correct lol) so that now it feels a lot more like mystery mongering than revealing information in good time. Honestly it does put MK in this pretty sucky position too of both getting brutalized and traumatized over and over again specifically because of his connection to SWK, but also being used as this cudgel in the story to further beat in what a cringefail loser SWK is. Which is another thing that sucks, because MK is at his core a genuinely delightful and good-hearted protagonist. idk, kind of feels like he was meant to be the main character in a light-hearted show about doing your best & going on sillytime adventures with the Monkey King and is now forced to be the protagonist in an increasingly grimdark show where he routinely has to deal with the potential end of the entire world all while getting screamed at for inevitably being just as destructive as his terrible mentor :(