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chains-of-destiny · 4 months

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Few families can say that they've been blessed by the gods, and even fewer can count ancestors as illustrious and celebrated as Niemon, your great-grandfather. He was the very man who led the rebellion against a tyrannical magocracy and laid the founding stones for a free and fair republic. Your family was destined for greatness and respect, but your grandfather ruined it all… You are the heir to House Serin, and the burden of your family's legacy weighs heavily on you. However, your destiny is much greater than that of your forefathers, maybe even the great Niemon's. So, let the chronicles begin! But remember, the chains of destiny are strong and will not be easily broken. Do you have the power to defy fate?

This is the first book of Chains of Destiny, a planned trilogy where you step into the shoes of the heir to House Serin. Set in the fictional continent of Runsas, your choices will not only shape your life but also impact the lives of those around you and the future of the republic. Uncover the secrets behind your grandfather's betrayal, break free from the chains that bind you, and finally take control of your destiny.

The game is more character/story-focused and places less emphasis on stats.

[Link to the demo]

Total word count: ~190k words (as of 2024/05/01)

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The intention is not to make the story as dark as possible but to establish a living, breathing world that exists within the setting it found itself in. So, you will not be swimming in a sea of blood and body parts, it is not the point of the story. Still, I feel obliged to warn any potential players before playing this game, as certain scenes contain things that may not be for everyone.

Reader Discretion Advised: This content may be disturbing or triggering for some players. Proceed with caution and consider your own emotional well-being before continuing.

[Content warning] - this game currently contains (or will contain in the future):

Strong language

Graphic scenes of violence

Graphic depictions of injuries, wounds, and corpses

Scenes of physical and emotional abuse

Blood and gore

Dark and disturbing themes

Body horror - Transformation (skippable)

Alcohol and drug use

Mentions and references to animal death

Mutilation

Physical and psychological Trauma

War crimes

Manipulation and gaslighting

Themes of authoritarianism and oppression/discrimination of certain groups of people

Themes of war and conflict

- The list may or may not expand as the development progresses.

Also, this story was created purely out of my passion for writing. It does not intend to preach or lecture anyone about any particular topic or belief.

If you feel that any part of this game is preaching or trying to convey a specific message, it is unintentional, and I sincerely apologize. The primary goal is to provide an enjoyable and fun experience for everyone.

PS: I should've already made a post like this in the beginning, but somehow I just forgot to.😄

#chains of destiny #wip #cog #choice of games #interactive fiction #choice script #interactive novel #if #if wip #dashingdon #wips #fantasy #interactive game #if game #demo #if demo #fantasy if #fantasy wip

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anxietytwist · 24 days

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏

[ xx | 𝟼'𝟷" | Cis Female | Bisexual | ...❤️... ]

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𝕾𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊

“Stola”

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𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ She/Her ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 (despite the waifish air she likes to put on) ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ➙ “𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺” ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰᴛ➙ A dagger forged by her father (she keeps it strapped to her thigh)

The all-consuming rage 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 felt being faced with 𝑺𝒚𝒌𝒆𝒔' dying body (after losing 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒂 & being mocked by 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄) cause her to violently kill him before being brought back to her senses...she doesn't regret doing it, only the fact she couldn't do the same to 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄 🔪

Most of her time not spent studying or training is with 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂 & the other horses ♡🐴

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 is not a fan of children—even when she was one herself—they're too sticky & loud (she can only tolerate long interactions with ones she's already familiar with, but she's NEVER cruel to kids...just physically distant) 😖

After the traumatic loss of 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒂 & 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒐, she's become very protective of 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂, always on guard when they're around strangers😒 (despite 𝑵𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒐'𝒔 constant presence at her side)

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 has always been sensitive to loud noises

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 means “𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙” (French)

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floccesytowne · 1 month

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#apollo justice #ace attorney #aj aa #ace attorney dual destinies #my art #the heartbeat and chains are supposed to allude to athena and simon but i didnt have any special meaning behind it im just ill

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kodzun · 23 days

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" You dreamt of the outside world, and you passed through the door to darkness. Behind you, you left your family, friends, home - everything - all in pursuit of darkness. " –But I cast that aside, too!

" And what do you have to show for it? First your home, then the dark. Your heart only knows how to cast away. "

#kingdomhearts #kh1 #chain of memories #sora #kairi #riku #kodzun's art #destiny trio #they make me ill #:(

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shima-draws · 2 months

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Currently in the middle of reading a Lawlu soulmate fic and it’s SUPER cute so far but the best thing is that Law is also Cora’s (platonic) soulmate, and Cora’s got the ‘You won’t see in color until you meet your soulmate’ kind of bond. Except it fluctuates depending on Law’s health, and Law runs purely on caffeine and spite, so Cora will text him being like “Hey. For some strange reason I currently cannot see the color red. Would you happen to know anything about that” and Law is just like “Uhhh. No??” and Cora’s like “Law I swear to GOD you’d better stop pulling all nighters do not make me come over there” LMAO

#I LOVE this concept so much oh my godddd #Cora’s ability to see in color all dependent on Law #So he’s got a RADAR. He KNOWS when Law isn’t treating himself well #Cora: Can currently only see in pastels. Law.#Law; sweating: In my defense I HAD to be up all night. Okay??#Cora: EXCUSES!! GO TO BED!!!!!!#FNNSNFNS #It’s called ‘Not a Ball or a Chain’ btw!!#I really love the concept they’re exploring too of like. Not WANTING a soulmate. Not wanting that bond to be romantic #Bc I know a lot of people’s gripes with soulmate AUs revolves around forced destiny and characters HAVING to end up with each other #Idk I just like it 👉👈#One Piece #Lawlu #Also the idea of platonic soulmates makes me soooo happy #Law and Cora are absolutely platonic soulmates 🥺#Shima speaks

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kiwinatorwaffles · 10 months

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because my inbox wanted it: this is the first time in a while where i’ve posted ship art and one of the characters isn’t dead. savor the middle aged men yaoi

#all of my lozposting with the angst…. i had to break that chain somewhat #ace attorney #wrightworth #narumitsu #dual destinies #spirit of justice #aa5 #aa6 #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #kiwi’s scribbles

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wyrmswears · 8 months

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guys called simon with black hair and a white streak and went all fucked up trying to protect a little girl

#ace attorney #adventure time #athena cykes #simon blackquill #aa5 #ive been watching fionna and cake as well as rewatching some of the adventure time series anyway the brainrot is real #so of course i combined them with my other weirdly similar blorbos #aa5 spoilers #dual destinies #dual destinies spoilers #wyrm draws #adventure time spoilers #just for like.. the original series #simons chains as ice king (or whatever i havent decided a name) are made of.. ice #it makes sense if i colour them in but im lazy

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dreamsy990 · 6 months

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so, re:chain of memories, huh?

warning! its been a little while since i played through recom, so the game isnt as fresh in my mind as some others. sorry for any innacuracies!

spoiler alert, this is my second favorite kingdom hearts game. at least of the ones i've played so far. i get that this isn't like. a POPULAR opinion but fuck you i have almost nothing but positives to say about it.

let's start with the easy stuff first. recom introduced a new card-based combat system. i cant compare it to the gba version, since i didn't play that, but i can say that for what its worth i DID enjoy the combat. recom is by far the hardest game so far (at least for me) and almost every boss took multiple days for me to beat, even with my hp maxed out. it took me a while to get the combat system, but id honestly love to replay the game now that i have a better understanding of how it works. the card system requires a lot of quick thinking and i get that it isnt everyones taste but its CERTAINLY mine. every fight is difficult and feels genuinely rewarding when you win. the movement, like kh1, can use a lot of work, but i wouldnt call it terrible. just kinda sluggish. i think my favorite boss fight was larxene. shes a pain in the ass but i love her.

i think riku's side dropping the deck building mechanic isnt terrible, but i wish i could reorder his deck at the very least. and the lack of healing cards is. not fun. basically any damage you take is permanent unless you HAPPEN to get mickey and its simply Not a fun time. im not very good at games okay.

i have a lot less to say about the worlds than the combat. they're definitely the worst aspect of the game, though. the idea of making worlds with cards is fine! it just leads to kind of repetitive world design. the stories are forgettable, so forgettable that i literally forgot them. and i could make a point about how thats the idea its a game all about forgetting things!! but honestly that just making excuses for it. the worlds couldve kept the idea of forgetting things without literally making them forgettable. i say this about every world, except for one. because DESTINY ISLANDS

destiny islands is just. so fucking good in recom. its the climax of both sora and rikus stories and i think theyre both amazing. id have to say i prefer rikus, soley because of the visual storytelling you get from his side of it, and thats not to say soras is bad at all. but something about zexion telling riku that its his fault his home was destroyed, as riku sees a version of himself turning into a literal monster? thats just good okay. its really good.

i ADORE the characters in this game too. everything we get from them is sooo good. it's the introduction to the organization and all of them (except lexaeus who did literally nothing) are a treat. axels my favorite ofc, but larxene is such a fun villain, you love to hate her. shes really the star of the org cast in this game. sure, axels may have said its his show now, but larxene stole the spotlight.

its namines introduction, too, and i love her. on one hand, shes just really kind. she wants a friend, she wants someone to talk to, she wants to meet sora. on the other, shes just a little bit fucked up actually. sure, shes honest with sora, but shes the tiniest little bit guilt trippy and i LOVE THAT. her response to sora saying he wants to get back his own memories and forget her is "oh okay. you want to remember your REAL friends, huh? theyre the ones who REALLY matter to you? yeah anyone would want that. no friends for namine i guess." like shes just a bit salty and we love that for her. i want slightly guilt tripping and salty namine back nomura.

but ofc one of my favorite new characters in this game HAS to be repliku. god i ADORE repliku. his hatred for riku is sooo fun and the way he fights with sora is great too. like in soras side i thought he was a neat villain but rikus side? hes amazing omfg. one of the only villains i liked in rikus story (sorry lexaeus, you werent good until days)

over all, this game certainly isnt everyones cup of tea, but its DEFINITELY mine. it's the game im most excited to replay at some point, mostly because of the amazing boss fights. 9/10. its got issues, but the story and characters are so good that i genuinely could not care less about like. most of them.

#doodles #i just really like the boss fights okay #kingdom hearts #chain of memories #riku #scene i drew is a redraw of rikus side of destiny islands #since its one of my favorite scenes from recom #kh review #<- making a new tag #gonna go back and tag all the other ones

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trialsofsaint14 · 3 months

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[micky mouse voice] wuh happen

#destiny 2 #cringe pvp clips tag #i know what happened: volatile + controlled demolition + run through barricade + echo of expulsion = chain reaction #its just funny that i was blinded so i couldn't see the chain reaction go off

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a-literal-toaster-wtf · 2 months

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anyone ever think about how collectively the aces ultimate goal is to die because . boy do i

#it’s just an endless cycle of ‘be the hero get gravely injured pass on the flame’#thousands upon thousands of times over #and frankly i’m incredibly proud of our rimmer for breaking the chain #he took charge of his own destiny and potentially the destinies of thousands of other rimmers #wether that’s for better or worse is up for debate but i lean more towards better (let him have this one thing)#oh not to go on a tangent in the tags but another thing that keeps me up at night is if rimmer got back intentionally or not #was he trying to get back to his universe (and his lister) or was it pure dumb luck #i don’t know. i don’t know and it makes me violently ill #red dwarf #arnold rimmer #ace rimmer

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tongjaitongjai · 1 year

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Mordred: My kink is when people actually care about me and my feelings

Merlin: too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us.

#mordred: emrys pls love me #merlin: may be if you chain yourself up forever in the dungeon so you cannot kill the king i might consider show you affection?#mordred: that is sexy #merlin: no I genuinely want you to be contained and locked up #mordred: get the chain imma do it #merlin: WHY IS IT ALWAYS LIKE THIS JUST ACCEPT THAT I HATE YOU #mordred: but you dont #merlin *later alone in his dark room crushed by the knowledge of destiny: but i dont #also the amount of men being tied up in this show is insane #bbc mordred #merlin #incorrect merlin quotes #merlin incorrect quotes #bbc merlin #merdred #sir mordred

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chains-of-destiny · 2 months

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March update

Hey everyone!

I hope you’re all doing well. I just wanted to let you know that I finally completed the update, and it should be available now. I apologize for taking this long to update the game; it turned out to be much bigger than I initially anticipated. While some sections still require polishing, I’m confident that the upcoming rewrite will address any remaining issues and enhance the overall experience.

Here is what the update contains:

Chapter 2 Part 1 is now available with ~77k words, pushing the overall word count to 162k words (not counting the character info pages, of course). There are (WIP) options that are still not fully done, so I decided to leave them locked for now and finish them in the next update.

There are a lot of new variables, so you will need to start a new save to play the update.

I’m always eager to hear your feedback, so please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts, critiques, or any questions you may have.

Thank you for your patience and support, and I hope you enjoy the new content!

#chains of destiny #interactive fiction #update

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acoraxia · 8 months

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Chained Memories AU

(Day 1 of Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month Oct. 2023)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Summary: Baigujing, in her final moments, remembers what was lost to her.

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She’s tired.

She has no true name to her body, she has no real way of identifying herself when placed side by side with a decaying corpse—she’d call herself a phantom, nothing more, nothing less, and then with a shake of the head she’d change her mind and go for a more regal name. One fit for a person destined for greatness. For a world without pain or suffering, for one where the Heavens would be made anew and the Kings of the Underworld would carry on with helping the souls pass on in peace.

She called herself Baigujing.

Baigujing feels nothing to her soul. She has witnessed all the suffering of mortals and yao, the pain and heartache mothers and sons went through. It was loss upon loss, the feeling of stitches being pulled apart, a heart cut open and never allowed to heal itself. Yet, she felt nothing but a single pang across her chest before it dissolved into a breath of frost upon her lips. She felt nothing. She feels nothing and has come to terms that that’s how it would be for all her life.

Up until Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong is not meant to exist: he was born by chance, a single rock that was flicked off its pedestal by the wind, and everything that’s happened after his birth has been a hindrance to her plans. He’s found cradled in her arms, only a few years old with no true wisdom or knowledge yet, and she stares at him with eyes devoid of light and warmth. I’ll make you proud, Wukong tells her, I’ll show you I’ll be the greatest hero this world has ever seen, and she witnesses it first hand.

Baigujing wants to regret having taken the Great Sage Equal to Heaven under her wing, but she can’t. She falls in love with the hope Sun Wukong shouts to the Heavens, the brilliance of light that pushes him to be on top of the world, letting himself fall back down into her arms because he knows she’ll catch him. He’s an enigma, he’s not meant to exist—and yet she smiles despite herself, listening to him go off about how his name is no longer Shi Hou and it’s now Mei Houwang. How certain words are banned from his kingdom, how he looks at her with gleaming eyes of gold and light and asks, “Am I the greatest king you’ve met?”

And she answers, “Yes.”

Even when he swears death to her name, screams that he’ll kill her himself—she finds herself proud of everything he’s accomplished. She’s withered and weak, a mere memory of the terror she used to be a thousand years ago. She was meant to bring the world to its knees—she was meant to rebuild it all, make it perfect for everyone to thrive in. Make it perfect for them. And he shatters that ideal, brings it to pieces right in front of her, even though he cries and screams and weeps; he causes her heartache in one fell strike, he brings her to tears and causes her to break apart.

She remembers a time when he doubted himself. Doubted his place as a rightful king and great sage.

“Is it true? Am I not worthy of calling myself Qitian Dasheng?” Sun Wukong says when they gaze upon an empty banquet. The monkeys have all gone to sleep, the yao and creatures that accompanied them for wine and fruit and fresh cut meat sprawled on the floor of the cave. The youngest monkeys shiver and hiccup, huddling onto each other for warmth, though Wukong keeps his feet planted where they are. “The Jade Emperor—his people aren’t what I expected. I thought they’d welcome me. Am I not worthy of being respected for my achievements?”

Perhaps raising a child had changed her.

Wukong frowns, clenching his fists. “Azure was right. I’ll never be anything else than a weak-willed—” “Do not speak ill of the Handsome Monkey King, young man,” comes the quiet remark, and she takes in the way he startles and looks at her. “I’ve watched him grow from a young monkey into a wise scholar and, when his kingdom was in danger, he became a warrior for them. A soldier. A protector. And I will not have you sully his name because some nameless celestials gave you a bad day.”

Baigujing crosses the cave’s path, beginning to make her way towards the mansion that was found behind the walls of the waterfall. She waits for the sound of footsteps following her, but when they don’t come she stops and sighs.

“There will never be a time where you are unworthy of your name, Sun Wukong. You were gifted that name for a reason,” she says quietly, beckoning him closer with an extended hand. He hesitates, stepping over sleeping leopards and qilin, his steps a quiet crunch of stone against soft sand. She takes his hand once he’s closer and holds it. She knows she’s cold, she knows she cannot provide the same warmth he gives to his children and subjects—yet she speaks quietly and softly.

“Please understand, Sun Wukong, that though you are nothing the world asked for, you are everything the people need.” You are a weapon, you are a savior, you are many things, and I know you won’t fail me.

He always appears more human than she expects him to be. So he brings his body to hers, wraps his arms around her, and presses his cheek to her shoulder. It’s meant to be comforting. He’s meant to seek comfort from a mother made of cloth and paper, cold and unable to feed him, uncomfortable with all her sharp edges and hollow eyes. Yet he stays there all night, murmuring how he’ll show the gods that he is worth the title of a sage. That he’s going to be the most extraordinary being the Heavens have ever seen.

And she, with all her demon qualities, cannot bring herself to control him anymore. She cannot do this when she’s sure it would make him suffer. It would make him bleed and weep real tears of anguish.

He could be loyal.

Chained and leashed for her to use as her own.

She knows how easy it would be to manipulate him; she knows to what length a child will go to make their mothers happy.

So she leaves him.

She kisses the brow where his crown will rest on, tells him to sleep alongside his grandchildren and little suns, and stays with him until she’s certain he won’t wake when she moves. “Goodbye,” she whispers against his ear, breaking the silence of the cave. It’s safer this way. She cannot sacrifice her plans for him. She cannot change her destiny. She cannot make him change for her.

Sun Wukong deserved to keep his freedom.

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“I’m tired,” she says with a shaky breath on her final day of life.

Or in other words, her last day of running from Sun Wukong.

Baigujing sees him from the corner of her eye. He’s gotten taller, brighter, and yet he looks battered and broken all the same. She left him in the hands of destiny, the sweet whispers that promised her justice and righteousness—and he looks so tired that it breaks her to pieces all over again. She pulls herself up, trying to sit more properly, but Wukong stops her. His hands are on her shoulders, eyes scanning her face, and he helps her sit against the wall. There’s cracks along the edges and her blood on stone.

It has not yet dried.

Wukong makes sure to rest her head carefully against the wall.

She’s not sure how she winds up sitting next to Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the very same soul she abandoned when he was only a boy to pursue a path that… led to nothing. Nothing at all. Only pain.

“Do you hate me?” she asks quietly. Her voice quivers and she doesn’t know why. Wukong won’t look at her.

“No,” he says.

“I did everything right,” Baigujing murmurs against the air. It’s as if the very essence of her soul is trying to get away from her. Abandon her. Leave her for dead. Her vision’s blurring and her cheek feels wet.

Though she doesn’t know why.

She says, “I found myself a champion. I made my army. I challenged Heaven. I tried to remake the world into something perfect and yet—” She takes in a sharp breath, unsure of herself. Her visions. Her calling. They’re replaced with the faint memory of tiny fingers running through her black hair, forming shapes of flowers and carefully decorated river streams. She sees herself holding a young infant, happy and waiting to see the sunrise, holding her hand as tight as possible, and breaks into pieces, mouth open to release a silent wail of regret.

She never got to see him grow.

She promised the world to him.

She swore she’d make storm clouds cry for him.

She made him clothes and carved pathways for him to choose what he wanted to do.

She watched him run with eager steps to a master who could teach him all the things she couldn’t and embraced him with open arms when he returned a scholar, a proper name to his unique soul, and kissed his head with glee over his proud achievements.

And she left him to die.

In all her selfish desires—Sun Wukong did not fit into her ideals. He was too powerful, too impulsive, too imperfect, too human for her to take him with her to destroy everything that was impure in her eyes. She wanted to start anew and forgot the faint fingerprints of tiny hands against her wrists that carried her through the years. So she cries now, because she cannot find the proper way to say she’s sorry.

“I lost Flower Fruit Mountain to a fire,” he says quietly. He doesn’t look at her either. Something soft brushes against her wrist. A flower.

It’s an illusion made of gold and ichor—yet she feels its warmth.

“The Samadhi Fire?” she rasps, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. As though something’s lodged in her throat. She gasps quietly, gulps down the little air she can muster, and tries to stay awake to hear her son’s tale.

“No. My—there was this Huntsman. Erlang Shen. He burnt down my mountain out of anger and,” Wukong breathes in sharply, exhaling that burst of air with a quiet sigh, “he made me his sworn brother. I’ve been with him in Heaven. I only left because…”

“Xiaotian.”

“Xiaotian,” he murmurs.

“His birth… I don’t know why I took him. I don’t know why I did it.” She closes her eyes, feels herself growing weaker. “I thought… if it were someone else. If it were someone that was made by Heaven’s wretched blood, I wouldn’t feel guilt. But he is so much like you, Wukong.” She thinks of bright smiles and golden-brown eyes staring at her, waiting for the words of appraisal. She thinks of tiny fingerprints against her arm, finding comfort to her side. “I hurt you both so much.”

“That’s not right,” Wukong croaks. She tries to open her eyes—but she can’t. She can’t see his expression, can’t tell what he’s thinking. She can only hear how his voice breaks right in front of her. And she can’t even hold him anymore. She’s too weak. “You left… and ruined a young boy’s life. You made him—me—us think we were only good for one thing. I searched for you. I missed you. I was found by someone who was too flawed to notice my suffering, I was dragged away by a soldier who would not hesitate to seal me away again—you left me.”

“I’m sorry.”

The world is quiet.

Her vision is white.

And then, she can open her eyes again.

It’s an empty void. It’s only them, standing opposite to each other, Wukong’s armor and red-eyes gone, the traces of the Samadhi Fire nowhere to be found on his body. Baigujing breathes. Her clothes are the ones she wore when she found him. White with traces of blue and lilac. Her hair is down, black rivers that have no end, the feeling of herself fading away strong with breath she takes.

She sighs, closing her eyes to savor the taste of life one more time, and says, “I told Xiaotian the road he’s chosen can only lead to one thing.” Baigujing looks at Sun Wukong. His eyes are filled with tears, hands and arms and body covered in scars that have not yet healed. His clothes are tattered, covered in smoke, and his fur burns with fire that could not be described by any words she knows. “Pain,” she breathes out, stepping closer to the boy she abandoned all those years ago.

She touches his cheek. Ice washes over him as he leans into her palm, eyes closed and tense, the fire fading away and turning into short, tiny tufts of light brown fur. He gets shorter, forces her to descend to her knees, and when he opens his eyes again, they’re a light shade of gold. Not yet made of a sun’s glow. She holds his face, bringing her other hand to touch it, and smiles shakily for the first time in years.

“But you can change that,” she sobs, smile widening when Wukong places his hands over hers. “Please, Wukong, take care of him before he thinks he’s undeserving of love.”

Wukong says nothing.

He steps forward, tiny hands coming to touch her face. He squishes her cheeks, curious yet firm, and, in the tiniest voice, says, “Goodbye mama.”

Baigujing smiles.

She brings him to a hug, squeezing him tightly, and with her final breath says, “Goodbye.”

#writers note #sun wukong #lmk lady bone demon #lmk sun wukong #Monkie Kid Chained Memories AU #my writing #UHM #ANYWAYS #POSES #chained memories au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #THIS IS UH THE PROLOGUE YKNOW.... so we'll be going backwards #poses elegantly #alas #Monkie Destiny Challenge #❄️🌸#lady bone demon #this was supposed to be silly and yet here i am yknow idk im just sitting here guys

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