#chang’e over the moon

[animatorroseoak]

I just rewatched over the moon and wanted to doodle Chang’e

[valerieblogsalot]

Fanart of Chang’e from over the moon

[musical-dreamcasts]

Moulin Rouge! - Marsha Songcome (she/her) as Satine, requested by anon

Birthday: September 9, 19??

Birth Place: Sweden

Theatre credits include: Standby Angelica/Eliza/Peggy/Maria (Hamilton), Gigi van Tranh (Miss Saigon), Ensemble/Understudy Jasmine (Aladdin), Betty Rizzo (Grease), Ensemble (Evita). Songcome also voiced Chang’e in the Swedish version of Over the Moon.

(Pictured on the right is Courtney Reed, who is currently playing the role in the US tour production)

Credits: Marsha Songcome, Vilma Cañas

[senruthmartinsbob]

Oh no scratch that post i thot chang’e was the lady from turning red but wronggggg person

[comradekatara]

so do you think that after the war the story of yue's sacrifice spread around the nations and was quickly bastardised into a (very inaccurate) corny romantic tragic play that was shown around the earth kingdom and fire nation and how furious do you think it makes everyone in the gaang but sokka specifically

me thinking to myself: well that literally happened…

you like 5 mins later:

I can't believe i literally forgot that the moon spirit scene plays out in the ember island play 😑 i was thinking more like yue's story would become particularly popular as a singular story, esp as something not part of fire nation propaganda but as romance/spirit tale and would get embellished beyond belief and completely bent out of shape

LMFAO

but yeah yue’s story definitely has all the beats of classical tragedy. spirit-touched princess. forbidden love with a “peasant.” arranged marriage. big climactic battle. noble sacrifice. becoming the literal moon. major chang’e vibes (not an accident that her name is so overtly chinese btw). of course it would be bastardized into a romantic tale, the only question is really how long it would take for it to embed itself in popular culture. if anything, i think it would start in the northern water tribe, as like, a tasteful way to commemorate her sacrifice and honor their princess. and then it would get appropriated over time by other nations who just find the inherent poetry and tragedy of it delicious (and who can blame them to be honest).

unclear whether sokka would actually play a part it in tho. clearly pu-on tim (renowned playwright of the boy in the iceberg) somehow had enough intel to know about her affair (i guess that time they literally kissed on a bridge in the middle of the street for anyone to see wasn’t very prudent of them, huh?) so it might just be public knowledge. although i don’t think arnook would want it advertised that his daughter was a libertine (not that im saying she WAS, simply that that’s clearly how it would be received within their extremely traditional and conservative culture). either way, if sokka ever found out about this narrativization of one of his worst memories, he would obviously not be a fan.

I don’t think he’d care abt its role as a way of memorializing her in the nwt, but he’d definitely get pissed off if it became something widely performed in the ek and fn, especially if it was good. if it’s bad he gets the license to be a hater, but if it’s good he has less reason to object, even though he obviously still wants to. because he still finds it highly disrespectful, but more than that, painful that people seem so intent on reliving something that was so traumatizing for him. especially if people put two and two together and realize that he was her secret lover (im partial to the term mistress) and start invading his privacy over it because like. if he won’t talk about it with his best friend toph, he’s definitely not gonna talk about it with some fucking theater nerds.

katara would also get really up in arms about it, like even more vocally pissed off than sokka, but that’s just because she loves inserting herself into every conversation. she didnt really know yue like that but she’s still like “it’s so SICK and DISRESPECTFUL the way they’d COMMODIFY my GOOD FRIEND’s sacrifice like that!!!!!!” but the only time they ever actually hung out was during a literal siege. sokka’s kind of grateful for it though because he gets to outsource the haterism to someone who simply has the capacity to get more up in arms over this particular topic.

like he just doesn’t have the mental energy to care about this because that would first require acknowledging that it happened and he doesn’t wanna do that at all. so he’s just like “yeah katara, tell them” and then falls dead silent and refuses to contribute to the conversation even as people are like “but you knew her too right? you guys fucked nasty on a bridge, right? you were there when she turned into the moon?” sokka’s just like lalalalalala do not hear it mariachi music starts blaring in his brain he just tunes it out entirely. to cope.

[itsabouttimex2]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice evening today! ♡♡♡♡

May I request for a platonic Yandere Chang'e with a son or daughter reader? either by blood or bond I'm ok with it 👍 she's one of my favorites characters of LMK (☆▽☆) Thank you! And sorry if my english it's kinda bad 😅

Moon Rabbits

(Thank you for the request, and your English is just fine, friend!)

Many things have made their way to your mother’s home over the years, she says to you. Offered from thousands of varying sources and souls, a collection of offerings and letters and antiques.

“But you, my little bunny,” your mother says with a loving smile, “are the greatest of all my treasures.”

With practiced motions, she combs through your tangled mop of hair, humming an ancient lullaby whenever she’s not verbally doting on you. It’s an old ritual for the two of you, your mother happily talking about how she had found you years ago nestled on one of her lunar shrines, wrapped in a bundle of blue silk.

“I have no clue who sent you to me, my sweet lop, and I might never… but they have my eternal gratitude, forever shining softly upon them.”

As always, she’s perfectly gentle with you, her hands careful so as to not damage even a strand of your hair or fur. Chang’e sets down the ivory comb and takes up a sapphire-encrusted hairbrush, lifting it to the tips of your leporine ears. She brushes slowly from the top to the bottom, smoothing the soft fur into place and grooming out tangles. Occasionally she’ll pause to softly pull out a tiny bit of soil or foliage- that you no doubt acquired from playing in her bountiful garden.

Occasionally you’ll receive an instruction to turn your head this way or that, allowing the lunar goddess to more thoroughly arrange the pristine fluff of your ears. Aside from that, her words are spent solely on adoring you.

It’s a routine you’ve long grown used to, spending each evening in front of your mother's mirror as she tends to your appearance. Chang’e finishes each grooming session with a fistful of sparkly hair-clips, the polished metal studded with glittery beads. Some in the form of rabbits, some in crescents, some mimicking constellations. Each one is carefully clipped into your hair, in part to keep your appearance tidy, in part proof of her influence over you.

It’s only when she presses a kiss to your forehead (because she loves the human part of you) and both of your tall, fluffy ears (because she loves the rabbit part of you) that she allows you to stand up and leave.

Both sides of you, flesh and fur alike, are worthy of being loved, she always reminds you.

Her love is conveyed through more than just physical touch, of course.

Your nature as a half-rabbit being provides you with several impediments, in diet and behavior and clothing. Each of these issues Chang’e tirelessly works to resolve.

On account of your strong leporine ancestry, your stomach struggles with meat. You lack all the proteins needed to break it down properly, which means that eating any leads to having it sit around in your stomach until you throw it back up.

Chang’e keeps an incredibly varied kitchen that never seems to run dry of unique dishes- she accommodates for your dietary restrictions with ease. There’s no end to what she serves up, each meal designed to be both tasty and nutritious. Fruit and veggie platters for snacks, usually cut into the shape of rabbits and stars. (She does this no matter how old you get. Cooking is her personal love language, after all. She never wants you to think of eating as something trivial or unfun.)

In terms of clothing, the only real restrictions you have are with your scut and ears- mild, all thing considered. Most of your wardrobe consists of skirts and shorts to prevent any restriction, and your ears are barely an issue. It's not like you need to wear hats- you live on the moon. You're hardly at risk of getting sunburned.

It's your temperament that proves most infuriating. The rabbit aspects of you go far deeper than the skin- they bleed into your brain, even. You find yourself skittish and easily startled, jumping at the smallest of shadows. Even a mild creak has you bolting off to your mother, who's always ready with a warm hug and a mug of something hot and sweet with a hint of bitter that just barely comes through.

And you’re always so sleepy afterwards.

Waking up on your mother’s bed is a common occurrence, frequently awakening to find yourself bundled under a load of cozy blankets. There’s always a snack on the bedside table, usually a sweet variety of fruit cut into hearts, paired with a refreshing drink.

It’s all so very loving.

So much so that it’s hard to know that something’s wrong. You have no frame of reference for a truly healthy relationship, having lived on the moon for all your known life. It’s only you and your mother and her dozens of bunny drones, equipped with cameras to send constant streams of your current activities back to her phone.

Only you and your mother and her cooking show, you standing in the background and helping her chop veggies, sift flour, stir pots, and decorate cakes. It’s enriching enough that you don’t get bored. It’s fulfilling enough to create a sort of satisfaction.

Is it really so bad here that you’d think of leaving? From what you know, Earth is worse- war, famine, disease, poverty- none of that exists in your mother’s domain. There’s no suffering or pain in your life. You drift through peaceful days with good food and a loving mother.

Is it really so bad here?

[atlaculture]

I’m not sure if you’ve covered it or not, but what style dress does Yue wear when she becomes the Moon Spirit? I love the style and think it looks so pretty

Yue’s dress is mostly fantastical, with some Chinese touches.

The thin scarf wrapped around her arms is called a pibo (披帛). The little floaty fabric with the jade pendant hanging from it looks like a detached weichang (围裳) with a jinbu (禁步). Weichang are overskirts meant to be layered over dresses and jinbu are dangling decorations meant to hang over skirts to prevent them from flying up. Since Yue’s a spirit, her weichang seems to just levitate around her gown ethereally. These accessories are often featured in depictions of the Chinese moon goddess, Chang’e (嫦娥). Other aspects of Yue’s design are also inspired by Chang’e.

Other than that, the dress is more just vaguely anime-inspired. The detached sleeves are especially common in anime.

If you want something with a similar ethereal feel to Yue’s outfit, but with more basis in a real-world culture, you could look into white-colored hanfu. 8)

[ninjahaku21art]

Chang’e from Lego Monkie kid dressed up as Chang’e from Over the moon! 

[pseudonymphomania]

The festival celebrates three closely related concepts: Gathering, such as family and friends coming together, or harvesting crops for the festival. It is said that the Moon is the brightest and roundest on this day which lexically means a family reunion. Giving thanks, for the harvest, or for harmonious unions. Praying (asking for conceptual or material satisfaction, not necessarily religiously, YMMV): usually asking for things such as babies, a spouse, beauty, longevity, or a good future. Traditions change over time, but it’s always been about being together with people who are important to you.

Anyway, Lucifer is the moon goddess Chang’e and Diavolo is the Moon Rabbit, from a renowned Chinese legend involving immortality pills. This was supposed to be a shit post but it decided to go somewhere.

[i-am-a-fan]

Dude. I need to know about the tails.

I

Am

Invested

In that headcanon. I wanna hear a whole lore dump on your thought process on the latest peice

(If ya want ofc)

so. You wanted to hear my whole lore dump huh?

Please keep in mind that I am well aware that this is SUPPPEERRR off script for the show. This is just kinda like me playing with it like silly putty.

Link to artwork

Spoilers underneath and also long text.

Okay. So it stems from a lot of places.

First I’ll talk specifically about the tails since I think they’re the easiest to explain.

Tails:

The tails from from the season 4 special and the idea that Mk’s Kaiju form has three tails. That’s kinda what inspired it at the beginning.

I’ve outlined what I believe to be the tails in red so it’s easier to see.

Then we have Mk’s name sake in the Chinese dub (I think) Qi Xiaotain which roughly means “little sky” or “little heaven”.

If Wukong is the Sun, and Macaque is the moon, then would it not make sense that Mk, the one caught in between them is the sky?

I always try to draw Wukong’s tail to look like a fire ball, Macaque’s tail to look like a crescent moon, and Mk’s tail to look like a cloud.

Thus, you get the three tails that make up the controlled Kaiju form :D!

I also added the detail that the cloud swirl, what it outlined in orange, comes before wukong’s and Macaque’s tail to show that this feature is special to MK.

Samadhi Fire/ Teal Coloring:

The real thing that started everything was my crazy theory that Mk is the next person to get the samadhi fire.

The original smashing fire was also blue, which is why I made the painting be mixed with teal and yellow.

Link to Mk and the Samadhi Fire

I go into a LOT more detail in that post, but I’m almost certain that one of these 3 things happened to the samadhi fire in the show.

1. It got destroyed with the Lady Bone demon

2. Redson got it back and is unaware of it

3. Plot armor/ unexplained disappearance.

If it’s the first one, then onto the next topic.

Celestial Monkey(?):

I really hope that Mk turns out to be yet another celestial monkey, and if he is, I think it would make the most sense that he’s the “Connected Arm Gibbon” who can “seize the sun and the moon, shorten a thousand mountains, distinguish the auspicious from the inauspicious, And manipulate planets and stars.”

To me it makes the most sense since Mk is already somehow connected the the heavens and the planets.

More so, when Mk uses the Skeleton Key on himself, we get this frame… one that shows us a type of cosmic entity.

Plus, all the times that Mk has a cataclysmic power that shakes the universe.

If you combine this with the eye theory by @ imminent-danger-came , it seems like there’s some other version of MK that is watching and controlling what is happening to the Mk we are following.

- Eye Theory/ Eye Motifs with Mk

- Other Mk theory

There’s also the saying that the fate is written in the stars, and there’s a storyline relating Mk with destiny/ fate and how he can either be doomed to repeat it or change it.

If a version of Mk can truly control the stars, maybe by doing so he can change his fate as the harbinger of chaos.

Adding on, and with @spoofyleaf ‘s contributions, other Mk might be some protective seer of our MK. As seen in “Cooking with Chang’e” episode, Mk seems to simply be able to gain abilities from time to time and lose them.

Tang even comments on this and questions it, and if tang is our Normal Guy ™ who stands in as a Narrator and informant for the audience, then we can assume that this is not normal.

Referencing back to that image, look at the protective stance that the celestial version has over Mk, it’s almost protective of them (how I got inspired for the stance in the image).

Which brings me to the last part:

Reality Manipulation:

If Mk can gain new abilities when it is needed, and has the ability to control fate, does that entail that he has some sort of affect on the reality he’s placed in?

If so, that’s where I took creative liberties. If the Samadhi fire WAS destroyed, and it WAS the ultimate weapon for anything, wouldn’t someone who is obsessed with keeping everyone safe, try to reforge it? Wouldn’t the perfect person be someone who can change reality as they see fit? Wouldn’t that be someone who can distinguish the promising from the unpromising? Wouldn’t it be someone whom the bone demon tried to recruit again, and again? Wouldn’t the ultimate wildfire be wielded by chaos itself? Wou-

[sun-jglim]

And now is Jade’s turn !!

Idk if the show is ever gonna show Jade Rabbit as a character, I think we can see them in that episode with Chang’e but that was pretty much it. Anyways just wanted to my version, here Jade Rabbit is Chang’e manager and often looking over her moon goddess’s cooking brand, very ambitious and greedy rabbit.

[miserymerci]

Fluffy February Day 5: Planet - Maybe When the Sun Comes Up

@ // fluffyfebruary

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong

(Father-son relationship, hurt and comfort, platonic cuddling)

Warnings: Possible dissociation

Summary: Set after S3 E7 (Cooking with Chang’e). Wukong is taunted by Macaque. Except, something doesn’t feel right. Wukong floats between life and nothing. Sometimes all someone needs is to feel the ground beneath their feet, and the gravity weighing down on them.

The breeze combed Wukong’s fur and prickled his skin. Something warm and cold simultaneously seeped through his veins, like heavy rain and like simmering blood. It felt misplaced— wrong. The rain clouds should not be crying; his body should not be sick with anger.

Wukong choked on life and shot his head off the ground.

The world, deep and dark, stared back at him. Hard rain ricocheted off the rock under his hands. He sputtered, coughed, and rolled onto his back.

One moment, the moon was whole. The next, there was an eclipse.

“Hey, Sun Wukong ,” said Macaque, the moonlight spilling onto his edges.

Distant thunder rolled. Wukong’s simmering blood roared along with it.

“You!” he spat, the words drowned by the downpour.

Macaque squeezed one clawed hand around Wukong’s neck. Wukong’s limbs were heavy, hands only forming into fists as Macaque closed in on him; a weightless and pressuring, freezing and burning thing.

Wukong wanted to choke. He could not– not anymore.

“Don’t look so mad,” said Macaque like a pitter-patter of rain underneath a raging storm. He eyed Wukong’s bared teeth and smiled. “It makes you look stupid. You knew that your actions would lead you here. Don’t try to act innocent on me, now. We both know the truth.”

‘The truth?’ Wukong wanted to say, but his mouth remained shut. His eyelashes fluttered at the next numbing breeze.

Macaque smiled and laughed like a soft, broken tune.

“You know ! You do !” he barked with a heavier laugh. His teeth, gleaming like the moon, leaned in closer to Wukong’s face. His hand shook against Wukong’s throat.

Wukong still couldn’t feel it. His chest felt faint, as if the most important bits of it were floating away. The rain cried against the rock. The bramble and brush howled with the wind. Touches of ghosts pinned him to the ground.

“Whatever plan is brewing in that little noggin of yours is never going to work . Like all your plans, they’re just doomed to fail. And , just like the rest of them, you’re going to ruin the ones you love, aren’t you?” sneered Macaque. The rain was beginning to drag his fur down, a stream of it dripping to splatter and run down Wukong’s face.

Wukong blinked.

‘No,’ Wukong wanted to say, ‘I have a plan– more of a blueprint, really, but I’ll be taking all the blame. I’m going to do this right– play this right– and in the end, I’ll do it by myself !’

But the words were never said.

Macaque’s eyes dulled, the smile became lazy, and the sound of the storm fell into a muffled patter.

“When are you ever going to learn ?” he said quietly, seethingly. The ghost touches grew cold. Nails pushed into Wukong’s buzzing fresh. “Still the same self-destructive, collateral-damage Wukong. Will you change once someone is killed over your incompetence?”

The breath was coming back to Wukong. Heavy at first; lungs digging into the oxygen like claws scooping quicksand. They clawed and clawed and scooped in a craze, dormant one moment and slipping the next.

Wukong filled his chest with empty air.

Macaque’s other hand clamped over Wukong’s mouth before he could speak.

“But no,” said Macaque, “no, that’s not right, is it? You’ve already killed someone. How could another’s change you? Maybe you’re not meant for change. Maybe you’re doomed to curse everyone who’s ever had the misfortune of loving you… does that sound right?”

The rain wept and wept. The purple glow of Macaque’s eyes was too much. In a brave display of energy, Wukong’s eyes flitted over to look at the tiny stone monkey perched sweetly atop its rocky bedding.

Over him, Macaque’s nails dug deeper into his skin.

“Look at me,” he said through clenched teeth. “ Look !”

Wukong did not. The rain began to feel cooler against him. His lungs fought against that quicksand. He coughed against Macaque’s palm, gasped a struggling breath, and shot one leg up to kick Macaque in the stomach.

Macaque shouted something– swallowed by the thunder above– and dark eyes and purple limbs came crashing down on him.

Wukong took his attacker by the throat.

His cry came out strangled. For a frightening second, dark hair was midnight fur shimmering in the moonlight– and then the vision was gone.

“MK!” gasped Wukong, hand dropping to his successor’s shoulder. “ Kid , I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Above him, MK took a fleeting breath and shrunk back.

“Um… yeah. Yeah, I am. Are you ?”

Wukong sat up slowly and looked around. The group was sound asleep around them, the night sky was speckled and full, and MK was kneeling at his side.

“I… Here, let me take another look at this.”

MK managed to stay mostly-still as Wukong’s golden vision swept over him. Then, he let out one last shuddering breath and shuffled closer again.

“Bad dream?” asked MK, cautiously.

“You can call it that,” said Wukong. “It might leave a mark for a day or two. I really am sorry, bud. I’d poof up some ointment, but it wouldn’t exactly do anything because it’s technically hair .”

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t think it is.”

Wukong flexed his hand experimentally. His skin was still buzzing; still numb from his dream. He frowned.

“It is kind of cold,” said MK as he watched him.

“What?”

“It’s cold out,” he repeated.

It wasn’t really to Wukong. The breeze was light and gentle, and the clouds were pleasantly still. Yet, MK did look flushed with cold. Maybe a mortal thing.

The thought gave no comfort.

“Wh…” Wukong shook his head, “ What are you awake for, bud? You should be asleep. You know, not interrupting other people’s sleep.”

MK at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“Yeah, well… I took a look at Pigsy’s recipe book and decided to try to make one of Chang’e’s mooncakes.”

“What?”

“I took a look at–”

“No, bud. I heard you the first time,” Wukong rubbed his eyes, “I just– now ? Of all times? Why don’t you bother the chef?”

When Wukong blinked back into focus, MK was looking at him worriedly.

“Don’t look like that,” said Wukong before he could stop himself.

MK’s expression faltered, tried to harden, failed, and then became worried again.

“Sorry. Um… I’m not allowed to wake up Pigsy until six in the morning. It’s a rule. And I needed mooncake molds because I don’t know how to shape mooncakes without them– oh, and probably an oven too. I need an oven.”

Wukong blinked at him.

“You want me to poof up cake molds and an oven?”

“I wouldn’t mind an Easy Bake?”

Wukong fell back down to his back and slung an arm over his eyes.

“I don’t know what to say to you right now, bud.”

He heard MK sniffle. Then, two crossed arms pressed onto his chest. Lightly at first, but then pushed down carefully until MK’s top-half was fully settled on top of him.

Wukong inhaled harshly. The oxygen found grace in his lungs.

“What is it?” wheezed Wukong, peeking down at his successor.

“Do you ever want to run away?” asked MK.

Wukong blinked at the top of MK’s head and guessed that he was staring at the stars. He frowned, swallowed, and then looked up

“That’s a weird question,” he said.

“I mean like… go off and never come back. As far as you can go.”

“No,” said Wukong, quietly, “do you?”

MK huffed. He tucked his knees closer to his stomach, pressing Wukong with more of his weight.

After a moment, the warmth began seeping back into Wukong’s bones; gently, as if it was there all along; like the feeling was finally thawing out.

“Maybe sometimes,” said MK when Wukong’s breaths were easier. “I don’t actually mean any of it, though. Just quick thoughts. When I’m really freaked out, I mean.”

“I don’t like the thought. Running away, I mean. Don’t like it.”

MK relaxed from his place on Wukong’s chest.

“That makes sense,” he said, “you just want to make things right.”

Wukong was glad MK couldn’t see his face. His hands, feeling as if they were truly his hands again, went up to settle around MK. The ground dug against his back. The cool breeze tickled his nose. His kid, though heavy, pulled together his jittering limbs until they clicked back into one body.

“One day, we might,” said Wukong.

“Might what?”

“Make things right. But… not right now. And sometimes, I feel like we never will.”

MK didn’t reply. He was almost entirely curled into a little ball of monkey. It probably wasn’t comfortable at all. So, after one more full breath, Wukong sat up and let MK slip down to his side.

“ Ow ,” said MK, not actually hurt at all.

“ Yeah right , you baby. Mortals are so fragile .”

“Am not .”

“And because mortals are so fragile,” said Wukong, ignoring MK’s protests, “they need their sleep.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“ I’m more than a thousand years old, bud. You're always going to be a kid to me.”

Wukong curled an arm over MK, letting him weigh him down to the Earth. He settled his chin on top of MK’s head– just for now. In a few minutes, he planned to let go, and then they would wake up as normal and carry on with their way.

Unfortunately, like most of his plans, they were doomed to fail.

“It’s okay to be hurt,” said MK, minutes later, when Wukong thought he was already asleep, “I get it.”

Wukong laughed softly.

“Bud, you hold grudges like they’re toasted marshmallows.”

“Wh– what does that even mean? I can hold a grudge!”

Across from them, Tang grumbled in his sleep.

Wukong sent a warning look in MK’s direction before continuing.

“I think that’s a good thing about you, even though it can lead you to trouble. But there are a lot of things between him and I that aren’t easy to explain. If I tried to put it into words… Well, I don’t know. It’s complicated. I am hurt. He is too. We’re hurting each other. Nothing I’m thinking feels right.”

MK was giving him that worried look again. Wukong forced himself to blink back to the present.

“Do you want me to give you those molds and an oven, now?” asked Wukong.

“Not yet,” said MK, blinking slowly and settling down completely at Wukong’s side. “Maybe in the morning.”

Wukong blinked.

“Yeah,” he agreed in a whisper, “maybe in the morning.”

[loveaetingkids]

Over the moon or the journey to healing

This is less of an essay and more of me gushing over this cartoon and the way it portrayed the loss of a loved one.

The main character of this cartoon is Fei Fei-a kid from the Chinese village whose family are bakers.Through the first scenes we see heroines mom succumbing to an illness,killing her in the process.While the girl grieves for her Ma Ma,a few years later Fei Fei is helping with the family business all the while honoring her mothers legacy.It seems like the teen has accepted the death of her parent and tries to live on. However, later we learn that this is not quite the case.

After the arrival of Mrs.Zhong and her son Chin into her and Ba Bas household,Fei Fei feels uncomfortable and repeatedly emphasizes that she "wants to return everything to its place”.By that she means  that her father would love her mum again,while she would continue believing into stories told by her about the moon goddess Chang’e without judgement of others.The girl's dislike of future family members was also expressed in her refusal to try Zong's mooncakes, which hints at her unwillingness to embrace the newcomers into her own world.Upset and confused,Fei Fei makes a plan to “return everything back to normal”,which is to travel to the Moon and prove Ba Ba wrong by taking a picture with Chang’e,making a living proof of her mom’s stories.That way she tries to regain her normal flow of life by combining the two things that made it possible - her mother and her legends.

Upon meeting the Goddes of Moon,Fei Fei finds out that she isn’t the same as in stories-Chang’e is self-absorbed,petty,and quite rude to the newcomers.She’s seeking a way to revive her husband Houyi,and for that she needs “a gift”which the girl seemingly has.While Chang’e created the Kindom of Lunaria and became a singer,her loved one never left her mind,so she proceeded to search for a way to bring him back.Similar to Fei Fei,despite looking content,the Goddes is stuck in the past,never letting go of the traumatic event that occurred.

After an attempt to resurrect Houyi failed,the Moon Goddes caused The Great Darkness,where all of the Lunaria blacked out while she retreated into the Chamber of Exquisite Sadness.Fei Fei followed shortly after,only to be plagued by the memories of her mothers death. It was there that the two of them discussed the loss of their loved ones and the fact that, despite the pain and reluctance to let go of what they had lost, they needed to move on and accept new people into their lives.Thanks to this realization both Chang’e and Fei Fei had healed-the first continued to be the Queen of Lunaria while the later returned home,welcoming Chin and his mom.

[peachshadows]

Gosh I’m so sorry this is so long! I debated on posting this since I don’t want to add on to your AUs but it’s been on my mind all day!

In your New empress au I kinda see wukong as Henry the 8th a bit barbaric comparison, but wukong just mows thru wives/empresses like crazy. None last longer than a century which is short in Celestial time. Not even Azure lion lasts long which is a shock to everyone, but since Azure was a good advisor/friend before hand, wukong just divorces/banishes him to a chunk of land for him to live on (a choice wukong will regret later 👀)

As an add on (and why I debated all day on posting this) but the reason why macaque wasn’t made an empress from the start was because he died ages ago when he and wukong were still young. Their childhood/young adult life was mostly sweet. He and wukong cared deeply for one another, they took care of each other, they fought rather well together in battles, and helped take care of the cubs on the mountain they were practically attached at the hip. Thou unfortunately they weren’t always together and during one of the many attacks mount huaguo suffered from in the beginning of its history macaque died.

So how does he become the new empress, he gets reborn (I’m not sure if that’s correct word, he kinda just dies and wakes up) but he gets reborn as the six eared macaque the fourth celestial primate and keeping with his moon theme he gets reborn in the moon he still has memories of his past thou it’s vague and since the moon is chang’e court it’s the reason why no one has heard or seen macaque since chang’e is an intensely private goddess she does eventually brings him to one of the many grand events the celestial realm has and the instant wukong and macaque lock eyes it’s game over to whoever wukong is currently married too. Wukong knows this is his macaque his magic signature is almost exactly the same and after confirming with his golden vision that this isn’t some cruel trick wukong is relentless in his pursuit for macaques hand taking his courting very seriously, brutally killing off any potential rivals he may have.

They do eventually marry not sure how long that would take, but it does cause a silent uproar amongst the nobles across the celestial realm the typical he’s a no name, with no real power or sway so why did the emperor even chose them, I am clearly better type attitude. Which leads to sabotage or at least they try too.

OOOOO ANON UR MAKING ME BRAINROT FOR THIS AU

Just imagining shadowpeach being childhood sweethearts then Macaque dies which causes Wukong to spiral into grief and find solace in another person's arms.

Eons pass by and Wukong is now the ruler of heaven and has amassed a large harem, but Macaque just got reincarnated in chang'e's court after going through the cycle of life. However, the instant Wukong and Macaque lock eyes, Wukong is taken over by a strong sense of yearning and grief and want. There's nothing in this world that will stop him from having his moonlight back in his arms.

[fatedefyd]

   @stxnekxng​​  /  cont. ♥

         It started with a passing comment about relationships and needs, and then it just.. took off from there.  Chang’e hadn’t had a relationship that went beyond friendship in over a thousand years  --  Wukong, from what she understands, has also kept his needs under wraps for many a century.  They were comfortable enough to talk about such topics, and now they’re here. 

         To see and feel him at his most vulnerable is a testament to his trust in the goddess, and the raven-haired one doesn’t plan to have that trust wasted.  The Monkey King’s smaller form is endearing, she thinks, and is not surprised with what she finds when he steps out of his pants.  While she’s yet to disrobe, all that Chang’e had decided to wear that day was a simple, floral sundress, so it’ll be as quick to take off as it was to put on.  Dainty fingers can feel his temperature rise, and she wonders :  would he be alright with her colder touch ?  It came with the territory of being on the moon, but it’s easy to regulate after so many years of training the trait.  

         There is no worry on her end about the difference in size, though.  The Great Sage had faced and defeated bigger foes, surely he could handle a little bottom-heavy goddess ?

   ❝ do you want me to stop ? ❞  She questions tenderly, her feather-like touch lifting from his fuzzy underside.  Though his tail indicates that he’s comfortable with her explorations, it doesn’t hurt to be extra certain.

[comradekatara]

yours forever from over the moon and sokka/yue (that'll be really, REALLY beautiful)

had to look this up but from what i can tell this is a song from that semi-recent animated netflix movie about chang’e? i haven’t seen it, but obviously yue’s character is heavily inspired by chang’e so i see the connection lol