a handful of chinese songs that give me big robit energy
translating cpop songs is like my second favourite hobby so it's frankly surprising I haven't made this post sooner
Him - Floruitshow (马 - 福禄寿)
I've talked about this song on here before but this is the 3.7 song for me
the second chorus is definitely MR-SN but i like to think of the first chorus (Let me take a good look at your visage as we count down the time till the curtains’ close. Forgive me for holding back my voice so soon, do you know, in your graceful escape, all I see around me is disaster?) as VR-LA during the flashback sequence
specifically 'all I see around me is disaster' because yeah not wrong
'This time I’m not here to bring you home' just kills me like the please please take care of yourself because I can't be there with you anymore of it all
'Oh spring, oh warm sun, please come sooner, grant him a smooth and safe journey' same point, just the desperate plea for the universe to protect VR-LA because he can't do it himself anymore
How can I make you stay - Floruitshow (我用什么把你留住 - 福禄寿)
(conveniently I have actually done a full translation of this song!)
definitely one of the Maxim songs of all time
"You’ve believed that you can let your life pass in numbness, but [...] why do your tears fall in the moment of letting go?' YEAH because we've seen so many times how Maxim keeps trying to convince himself that he can stop just caring but it never works
'You say don’t fall in love, yet you’re unwilling to let go' same point, this man is in such denial about how he just can't stop caring
specifically the second verse feels a lot like Maxim waiting for VR-LA to return from Tu'narath
'You stay silent, holding onto starlight as you wait through your darkest hour. Your mind is struck, when familiar murmurs pierce your ears once more' aaaAAAAHH
the bridge (?) as a conversation between VR-LA and Maxim, VR-LA inviting Maxim to see the beauty and wonders of the world ('Do you want to see the sea of flowers blooming?', very 4.5 wedding invite honestly) but Maxim's trauma just would not allow him to take that risk ('If none of them come back, then who should I live for?')
fun fact the second version of the bridge in my translation ('You must stay to see the flowers bloom' onwards) is exclusive to that live performance of the song so it's not in the spotify version i linked here. as for which version you think fits Maxim more.. well.
Borrow - Mao Buyi (借 - 毛不易)
finally banging out a translation for this song was kinda the inspiration for me to make this post actually
the tldr of this song is that it's an unnamed/unidentified speaker asking to borrow various small things for the sake of somebody else (like 'an inch of frozen sunlight' to provide warmth in a cold world) so you can probably see where i'm going with this
'A simple ‘we have plenty of time’ etched into the soul to prepare for the chance of forced separation' ouch ow okay
'Those blown apart by these winds will say that they never loved deeply' / 'There is a sincerity that cannot be blown apart by this wind' DX-TR betraying the old crew vs VR-LA fighting through so much just to get them back
'There are tears that cannot be washed away by this rain' this line just haunts me. like in general
'An acre of land for him to call home, an ordinary life for him to live' as MR-SN watching over the old crew like I can't be there for you but I hope you will find peace and a home...
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Skrael of the North Wind: Bio
Skrael of the North Wind was born the moment that the world developed an atmosphere—for, they were the atmosphere. He was wind given sentience, one of three guardians of the tomb of the titans.
The titans of old, beings of pure magic and chemistry, who have been slumbering beneath the earth’s surface for billions upon billions of years, only to be woken when the balance between magic and man has truly been lost.
For that is what the North Wind, what the Keeper of Flame, what the Eternal Forest are meant to do: watch over and guide the balance between man and magic. Between the mechanical, the scientific, and the arcane, the supernatural. That is, of course, summarizing it without complexity.
For Skrael themself knows as well as his peers that magic and science can never really be separated. Never in contest, never in perfect harmony—only balanced, according to what needs be done.
Skrael of the North Wind has lived for four billion years, and with those eons upon eons, his heart, once open and full, has, as his magic, his element, his namesake might suggest, become cold and frozen over. He is not without ethics or morals, but when one lives forever, they of course look different than what someone who only lives for a century might recognize.
He is not chaos for chaos’s sake, but he does not hold in his heart the same detestation for mischief and harm that others might, and so he is a trickster, akin to Loki or Eris, in that he strives for entertainment, even at the expense of humankind.
On the other hand, however, ice is slow and patient and unforgiving, so as loose and playful as he might be, he is, too, rigid and solid and cold. He can lie in wait for lengths of time unbearable to anyone else, if only to gain the upper hand and serve what he knows to be justice.
This is why he pursues Myrddin so unhurriedly—the damn fool will face the wrath of the Order in time… but there is no hurry. There is nowhere the wizard can hide that The Arcane Order cannot find him.
Not even death saved Morgana from their machinations, after all.
The Arcane Order formed the moment that vegetation and greenery began to overtake the earth—and Wind, Fire, and Leaf, took each other’s hands and stepped into their power, their vocation, together.
And for time unfathomable, they were happy, the world was balanced, and the realms lived in harmony.
But then man became a scourge upon the earth, imprisoning or killing those who could perform magic, or those who were born of magic, such as trolls, goblins, or gnomes. Wizards and witches were punished, and many creatures were forced to take shelter in the shadow or beast realms, forcing Skrael to rapidly learn how to traverse the various planes of existence, just to keep an eye on the children of magic.
But though things were frightening, magic was not entirely at risk, yet. That would not occur until Arthur Pendragon, having sat for years upon Camelot’s throne, become a widower—when the Lady Guinevere of Cameliard perished to a nest of Stalklings.
Magic became public enemy number one, and only the king’s pet sorcerer, Myrddin Wylt, and whatever young wizard was his apprentice of the decade, were given amnesty.
All over the land, trolls, witches, wizards, goblins, gnomes, druids, and all other creatures of magic were rounded up and held captive. It was not until the king of the trolls, Gunmar the Black, negotiated the terms of a truce, that the reign of terror slowed to a trickle—it did not end, but trolls were given underground territory, and their diets were adjusted to no longer include human flesh.
Unfortunately, tensions remained, and so a war brewed on the horizon, lying in wait, until the death of Morgana, Arthur’s sister, pushed the human king off the edge. The trolls and the humans went to war, and through it all, The Arcane Order sat and watched the outcome—that was, until the humans started to win.
When it became clear that the trolls would lose—helped by, in Skrael’s eyes, traitor trolls who joined the side of man—The Order entered the fray. Skrael would take many human lives that day, and Bellroc would claim the life of King Arthur himself… At the price of their own sight.
After killing the king, The Order all received a reminder that they were not impervious—the hardest way possible.
For, Myrddin Wylt, the tricky bastard, had given magic armor and a sword to match, to a troll who he made into his champion. This champion became known as The Trollhunter.
The first Trollhunter was known as Deya—and Deya was the one who claimed Bellroc, the Keeper of the Flame’s sight. As Bellroc launched an attack on the troll, she swung true and blinded them, causing the entire Order to fall back, thus failing in their mission to use the war to save the balance of magic and man.
Man prevailed. The Arcane Order lost.
And so, the balance of magic and man has been holding on by a thread, since. Especially as the world dies of pollution, and as technology grows, and as a few elite run the world’s commerce.
For Skrael, there is nothing that redeems humankind anymore. There is no point to them, at all.
He does not want to kill all of humanity; that is not the solution he believes in. His solution, as is Bellroc’s, is to raise the titans once more, for with their power, they will be able to right the world again, make it anew, and create what needs be created. Destroy what needs be destroyed.
Nari of the Eternal Forest disagrees.
And so she has been on the run from Wind and Fire since the twelfth century—since the war that went wrong.
Skrael and Bellroc have thus been on a journey to get her back, to make her see sense, see their side. But she has aligned herself with Myrddin, and that cannot stand. To Skrael, he must have filled her head with deception and manipulation—not that Nari cannot protect herself, of course, but Myrddin is devil-born and persuasive—and so, he still believes that if she would just listen to him… Just hear him and Bellroc out…
Maybe they can all be together again. An Order. A collective.
Friends.
In the world that Skrael will fix, by whatever means necessary.
Some Quick Info:
Skrael of the North Wind is a bonkers powerful wizard, whose powerset is insane, but in order to avoid even the very possibility of god-modding, I will of course tone him down, and ask before Skrael does anything to your muse.
That said, his power is off the charts, so if your character is in tune with magic in any way, he may seem like a black hole, or a supernova. He frequently tries to hide this by masking his own abilities, or by trying to goad someone into underestimating him. None of this has to fool your muse, but it is the general magic aura that he gives off.
They also use he/they pronouns, so I will be switching in their narration.
Skrael is mischievous on the outside, and they love to tease or frighten others, but they also have a lot of interiority, and a great deal going on beneath the surface that they would like to keep hidden.
He is deeply mistrusting of others, and he is a pessimist in action. But he is also a secret optimist, far, far beneath his surface, at the core of him. He really does believe that things can be fixed. It’s just that now, it’s time to take drastic action, in his mind.
They have an eons-long grudge against Merlin. They despise the Trollhunter.
Skrael is a neutral evil, though, rather than the deceptive chaotic evil that Skrael wants someone to think that he is. Skrael does not act without reason most of the time, and he is not evil for evil’s sake. In fact, the only reason we think of him as evil is because of what Merlin says about Skrael/The Arcane Order.
Other than being a dickhead sometimes, Skrael generally isn’t cruel just for fun. They have a mission which they believe to be given to them from the only entity that they might ever view as a deity or a being more powerful than them, and so their main concern is enacting that plan. This often means that they really don’t even interact with humans much at all. This is partially why The Arcane Order has been so silent for most of the TOA canon—they didn’t need to torment humans, so they didn’t. They just looked for Nari and Merlin, in relative secrecy and quiet.
Skrael’s main powerset is Ice, Wind, and Realm-Walking, but he is adept in all forms of magic but for fire and nature manipulation.
They have a sweet tooth.
He does not need to eat, though, nor does he need to breathe, blink, or sleep. In fact, if he does take a breath, it’s more to be dramatic, than anything.
They initially started as pure wind for their form, but over time, evolved with the times, until they were given a humanoid form by the titans, which they can change via glamours, but not structurally. In this humanoid form, they have white hair, the horns that we can see in their concept art, and all of the black markings on them appeared as part of the form. Their skin does glitter like snow. In fact—when they bleed or cry, they also bleed or cry snow, similarly to how Bellroc bleeds lava.
If we need to plot anything to help us get our characters to interact, I am more than happy to do that! If it helps, though, Skrael can fit in pretty well in crossover canons, and I can put them in just about any setting, as they have the ability to teleport via shadow and ice.
I have a LOT written about them on this blog, as this blog used to be a single muse for Skrael only, so if you want to learn more about him, feel free to peruse the archive before winter 2021.
Writing Samples, and Helpful Characterization Links:
A lyric-based drabble about a possible future of Skrael’s, where the titans do rise, but it turns out that they do not care about The Order, insofar as, they were just means to an end
Skrael’s honest thoughts about changelings
A nightmare/strange dream that he had, in a rare time where he actually slept
A one-shot where his backstory is discussed a bit
Some ooc meta about how Skrael thinks, via the question: how would Skrael treat a child?
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