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so i just finished reading the tgcf crossover chapter of the "scum villain au's" by feynite and oh gosh i love the concept
so shen yuan transmigrates into hua cheng and luo binghe reincarnates into xie lian
but what if!! each protagonist of the mxtx books are lbh and the love interests are sy
so in svsss the protagonist (of pidw not svsss) is lbh and he's a very immature protagonist right? right up till the end
sy is the love interest and he kind of ends up with lbh reluctantly almost? like he has issues with his sexuality which don't seem to be resolved at the end of svsss
in mdzs we start off with lwj realising his sexuality early on but before that i imagine he would have been kind of like sy kind of aroace
the protagonist, in this case wwx, still acts a little immature but is definitely more matire than lbh and!! in the beginning, as a child, he's alone, doesn't have anyone just like lbh almost all his life (save sy) but then he's adopted and has a family and he becomes more secure emotionally
THEN in tgcf, you get the love interest hc who seems to have quite easily accepted his love for the protagonist xl, he seems more mature in his love for the protagonist than lwj was and way more than sy was
and xl is a protagonist in a more classic way by which i mean his main purpose is to improve the world around him without turning to demonic powers and deals more with ethical dilemmas than the other 2 protagonists, like he has a bigger sense of duty and not just "i have to save myself" or "i'll save these people cuz they helped me and they're harmless"
what i'm trying to say is that the character growth of the protagonists and love interests of the mxtx novels increases in each series and i think it's fun to imagine the reincarnations of :
sy -> lwj -> hc with each new reincarnation becoming more confident in their love for the protagonist
and lbh -> wwx -> xl where the protagonist becomes more classically heroic and emotionally stable
so will the rumored 4th series follow this pattern? what do you think?
let’s pretend we’re lovers for tonight and bare our bodies and souls open
It do be like that sometimes
saw a photo of joe biden today and it seemed like I’d never seen a photo of his face before, that man has no distinctive recognizable features he’s just an Old White Man every time I see an image of him it’s the first time
always in the middle, but never the life of the party. i sit in the middle to have a chance. i rarely take it. no one answers my questions and no one laughs at my jokes. my neighbor graces my arm while i’m pouring a drink. sorry, he says. i didn’t think he knew i was there. assumptions, assumptions, assumptions. everyone assumes and no one asks. i thought you were supposed to grow into yourself when getting older. i just feel like i’m growing backwards. my body is getting smaller with each passing minute and no one notices. maybe no ones cares. the sun is shining through the cracks of the door and i want to open it, but there’s no key. (yes, i tried pulling and pushing. it didn’t work.) the rocks i’m leaning on turn into animated animals and get up and walk away. the children laugh. they don’t know that this is not a comedy.
— always in the middle, but never the life of the party by m.b.
when we first got to know each other, it was as friends. friends talk about relationships. so we did. she told me that she was not very good with relationships — that she never had been. she told me all the reasons why her previous lovers had left: she overthinks. she worries. she is too needy. she is too clingy. she is sensitive. she is emotional. she gets stuck on the little things. she is anxious. she panics. she has issues. she is sick. she is a burden. she is too much. it is too much. it is all too much. it was too much, for the previous lovers. i remember thinking, how could someone not love this girl? then we started dating. we started dating, and i saw it all: she began to overthink. she worried. she was being needy. she was being clingy. she was being sensitive, and emotional. she got stuck on the little things. (she still does.) i saw her anxiety, and i saw her panic. she does have issues. she is sick. she is a lot. we started dating, and i saw it all. i have seen it all. i still wonder, how could someone not love this girl?
— i love you, and not who you could be by m.b.
no, i don't think being alone is better than being with him. but the thing about being with him, is that it's more often than not spent being without him. and being without him is way worse than being alone.
— choosing oneself by m.b.
my lover is sleeping right beside me. he is sleeping on his side and his arm is slowly moving up and down with each breath, and i am wondering if he is cold, because his arm is bare, but he shouldn't be because it is summer and we are inside and the air inside is warm enough. his arm is smooth, soft, and his hair too, and i want to touch it but i won't because i don't want to wake him up even if he would tell me that it is okay to wake him up and that i can always wake him up even if he didn't get much sleep last night (i woke him up) and is so tired that he cannot keep his eyes open even for a minute. his hair is soft, and his arms are big, just like his hands and his feet and his heart. he is tall and his shoulders are broad, just like his back, and it is easy to forget that he is just a boy — he is a man, a tall man with a deep voice who takes care of me, kisses me on my forehead and tells me everything is going to be alright, but he is also a boy, in need of care and love and someone who holds him in their arms and tells him that he is going to be alright too. my lover is sleeping right beside me. he is tall and his shoulders are broad, just like his back, and it is easy to forget — but important to remember — that big boys need to be little spoons at times too.
— my lover is sleeping right beside me by m.b.
So, since I joined the lmk fandom, I have been obsessed with Macaque's character. He definitely fits the theme of characters my brain goes gaga for.
And, I started reading this fix called Sunbreak on AO3 that has dominated my thoughts. And, one of the things I loved most from there was the whole, Macaque was born from wind thing.
It just makes so much sense to me.
When I couple that with this post:
...And I remember the fact that in ATLA, who has grey eyes?
The airbenders.
And his power, shadows, would be helped a lot by wind magic, really. They both require an ease of flow or something. The way macaque can melt into shade is how I imagine him letting the wind carry him around.
And, Macaque in the air was a pretty picture in s3.
Plus, the six ears also add to that. Look at the shape: smooth, curved, aerodynamic. With a flexibility that allows them to manoeuvre easily. Imagine he was born with them for the purpose of better connecting with the wind.
Like, to hear the smallest of wisps, the most gentle of breezes.
To carry those currents straight into his body to fuel his powers.
Imagine he was born from a storm, the wind harbouring such power as to tear the earth apart, only to produce a being who could do that in its stead. Striking his opponents as lightning strikes the ground. Never in the same place twice. Adapting. Full of mischief like a wind sprite.
And, it also fits the 'Macaque had white fur' theory. White is a colour that we'd expect more from a wind demon.
And, wind is an element related to the moon.
It also makes sense that Macaque and Princess Iron Fan would be close.
It even makes more sense when you relate it to how he behaves. See how he fights: retreating, coming back, taunting, whispering, like a breeze that sweeps through a room to uppend every item on every surface.
Compared to Wukong's indomitable force and strength that supports his birth from stone, Macaque being born from Wind makes SENSE.
...I put this fic and this post together and my brain exploded.