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LynnStarDragon

Devoted to Dollmaker

Joined: July 28, 2019 Active Kith: Blazes
Birthday: May 15 Kith Alliances: 3
I am: a writer Forum Posts: 246
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  • 02/29
    Re: Moonlit Picnic Aftermath

    *The music fades out, and with it so goes the light and hum of magic in the air. With sudden cruelty the invisible chains are broken and Lynn drops to the ground like a sack of so much meat and bone.* *GAAAAH!* .... Ha... *cough, cough, HACK!*... Ah....Ha... Ha... haha... hahaha.... ... Am I... really so reprehensible... as to be denied even a moment of happiness? This world--these remnants, I've aligned myself with Hope, so why? Am I... not playing by the rules? Did I miss something? Or is it that... I got comfortable? Hope... I don't have to hide that I'm not a human. I don't have to hide any part of me in any remnant... I don't have to keep myself on such a tight leash. I can be me... That's the problem isn't it... I exposed my heart again.... That always happens. I thought.... I thought that without the stress of hiding... it would be different... Hope--they keep saying that things can be different. The way they carry themselves, the mantra of that remnant... That I could change anything. I really believed I could change myself. .... No, no, it doesn't matter why I am so wretched, only that my wickedness cannot be forgiven. (What other depravities are my memories hiding from me?) I am a cursed thing. There is no space of comfort for me. But... Why does it make me happy to see others smile? If they knew me... they wouldn't smile. If they knew... what they had let into their midst, what terrible thing walks among them now.... (They would still try to be friendly. They would still reach out--) They Shouldn't!... They would, wouldn't they? A voice of prophetic doom even got some friends... I really am... miserable, aren't I? I can't even run away from them properly. Heh... who knew? All it took was five little nails in my coffin, five little nails... on which so many golden threads are strung to cage my heart... so many... even the ones that aren't gold... ... Moping like this will get me nowhere. I need to go. If I can get moving it'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, we're fine. Right. I have to clean this all up before anyone notices. Can't stay down, gotta push myself up. Okay! Just... nnn, there's a lot... I can't linger long, someone will have heard me. (I probably should clean myself up to before visiting Doll.) ... I'm already damned, so what's one more sin on my burning pyre? Okay, a small use of my power. If I only manipulate the elements I introduced--touch nothing that doesn't belong to me, leave everything that's inherently part of The Shadow Stage alone--that should be within the rules. That should be fine. My toys to play with, mine to take back... Just get my magic circle up-- <~~Reality Ripple!~~> --Like that. Okay, spread my influence to encompass all the things to clean, and not a centimeter more. Yes, like that, all the petals, all the microphones--everything I brought for the picnic. Just get them in my sphere of influence.... In here I am Absolute. In here I am a god. I who hold the pen, I who spill the ink. <~~Reality... REWRITE!~~> .... There, there, all cleaned up. Petals are back to wherever they came from, mics cleared away. Blanket all folded on top of the basket which is now fully packed up. I'm looking like less of a mess--perfect! Okay, just grab my things--ah, even the broom was cleared out too. Good. My circle is down--no evidence. Just have to leave, get going before... just gotta get going. As long as no one saw that, it's all okay. As long as no one was watching, it'll all be fine. .... (Please, please let me stay undiscovered. Please let me stay in these worlds just a little longer.) {{OoC: Why is it impossible to fine male covers of 'Bad Apple'? There's no videos that do what I want with that song. There are videos of other songs that do it though... [Video] I based Lynn's translation on. [Lyrics in original romanji] It's the full version of the song though, so there's an extended chorus/bridge with extra verses. [Other video] This is the English version of the song that I like. Which is the translations of Lynn's other set of lyrics. I like the male singer for a possible singing voice for Lynn... It's super easy to find the lyrics for 'Bad Apple' in English or I would link them too. Again, full version has extra heartache in it. [Better Video] The harmonies are more like this. It could be one person singing with two voices.}}

  • 02/29
    Re: Moonlit Picnic Aftermath

    nagareteku toki no naka de demo (Even in the midst of flowing time,) (Ever on and on) kedarusa ga hora guruguru mawatte (Look, listlessness dances round and round) (I continue circling) watashi kara hanareru kokoro mo (I can't even see my heart) (With nothing but my hate And the carousel of agony) mienai wa sou shiranai (As it withdraws from me, and I don't care) (Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing) jibun kara ugoku koto mo naku (Even if I don't make a move) (And suddenly I see that I can't Break free) toki no sukima ni nagasare tsuzukete (I keep being swept away through the cracks of time) (I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity) shiranai wa mawari no koto nado (I don't give a damn about anything around me) (With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony) watashi wa watashi sore dake (I am me, and that's all there is to it.) (To tell me who I am! Who I was! Uncertainty enveloping my mind) yume miteru? nanimo mitenai? (Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?) (Till I can't break free and Maybe It's a dream, maybe nothing else is real) kataru mo muda na jibun no kotoba? (My words are useless, even if I were to speak them) (But It wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel) kanashimu nante tsukareru dake yo (Sadness only leaves me exhausted) (So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside) nanimo kanjizu sugoseba ii no (And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.) (And I wish I could live feeling nothing but the night) tomadou kotoba ataeraretemo (Even if you told me those bewildering words) (You could tell me what to say, You could tell me where to go) jibun no kokoro tada uwa no sora (My heart would be elsewhere, not listening) (But I doubt that I would care and my heart would never know) moshi watashi kara ugoku no naraba (If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything) (If I make another move, there'll be no more turning back) subete kaeru no nara kuro ni suru (I'd still turn it all black) (Because everything would change and it all would fade to black) konna jibun ni mirai wa aru no? (Is there a future for someone like me?) (Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?) konna sekai ni watashi wa iru no? (Do I belong in this world?) (Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?) ima setsunai no? ima kanashii no? (Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?) (Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay or should I go?) jibun no koto mo wakaranai mama (I simply know nothing about myself) (I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know?) ayumu koto sae tsukareru dake yo (Merely walking leaves me exhausted,) (Can I take another step? I've done everything I can) hito no koto nado shiri mo shinai wa (So how could I care about anyone else?) (All the people that I see, They will never understand) konna watashi mo kawareru no nara (Even if someone like me could change,) (If I find a way to change, if I step into the light) moshi kawareru no nara shiro ni naru? (Where I to actually change, would I turn white?) (Then I'll never be the same and It all will fade to white) nagareteku toki no naka de demo (Even in the midst of flowing time,) (Ever on and on) kedarusa ga hora guruguru mawatte (Look, listlessness dances round and round) (I continue circling) watashi kara hanareru kokoro mo (I can't even see my heart) (With nothing but my hate And the carousel of agony) mienai wa sou shiranai (As it withdraws from me, and I don't care) (Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing) jibun kara ugoku koto mo naku (Even if I don't make a move) (And suddenly I see that I can't Break free) toki no sukima ni nagasare tsuzukete (I keep being swept away through the cracks of time) (I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity) shiranai wa mawari no koto nado (I don't give a damn about anything around me) (With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony) watashi wa watashi sore dake (I am me, and that's all there is to it.) (To tell me who I am! Who I was! Uncertainty enveloping my mind) yume miteru? nanimo mitenai? (Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?) (Till I can't break free and Maybe It's a dream, maybe nothing else is real) kataru mo muda na jibun no kotoba? (My words are useless, even if I were to speak them) (But It wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel) kanashimu nante tsukareru dake yo (Sadness only leaves me exhausted) (So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside) nanimo kanjizu sugoseba ii no (And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.) (And I wish I could live feeling nothing but the night) tomadou kotoba ataeraretemo (Even if you told me those bewildering words) (You could tell me what to say, You could tell me where to go) jibun no kokoro tada uwa no sora (My heart would be elsewhere, not listening) (But I doubt that I would care and my heart would never know) moshi watashi kara ugoku no naraba (If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything) (If I make another move, there'll be no more turning back) subete kaeru no nara kuro ni suru (I'd still turn it all black) (Because everything would change and it all would fade to black) ugoku no naraba ugoku no naraba (If I make a move, if I make a move) (If I make another move, if I take another step) subete kowasu wa subete kowasu wa (I'll destroy it all, I'll destroy it all.) (Then It would all fall apart, there'd be nothing of me left) kanashimu naraba kanashimu naraba (If I grieve, if I grieve,) (If I'm crying in the wind, if I'm crying in the night) watashi no kokoro shiroku kawareru? (Would my heart turn white?) (Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?) anata no koto mo watashi no koto mo (I still know nothing about you, nothing about myself,) (Can You tell me who you are? Can You tell me where I am?) subete no koto mo mada shiranai no (Nothing about anything at all) (I've forgotten how to see, I've forgotten If I can) omoi mabuta wo aketa no naraba (If opening my heavy eyelids means I'll destroy everything,) (If I open up my eyes, there'll be no more going back) subete kowasu no nara kuro ni nare!!! (Then let it all turn to black!!!) (Cuz I'll throw It all away and It all will fade to black!!!)

  • 02/29
    Re: Moonlit Picnic Aftermath

    Ah, this was good, having this picnic. Everyone was so happy, and I got to enjoy good company and good music. This really was so nice.... Maybe I should picnic every year? That wouldn't be bad. As long as people enjoy themselves... I'm sure everyone enjoyed themselves. Of course they did. They would have mentioned something otherwise... ... ... ... Of course they would. (Of course they would.) Well, yes, time to clean up! That's what the host does after the party. Oh, and I've made such a mess with all of these petals, and I have to pack up the leftovers and the karaoke and the blanket too! So much to do by myself. But I have a Broom on hand, so it shouldn't take too too long. And that's fine. I don't mind. I'm the host, so it falls to me--I'm a guest here, so I'll put it back the way I found it all. That's just how it works, how it's always worked. And then I'll meet up with Doll~! Ah! I'm so happy he accepted my request, my tail won't stop wagging. Oh I hope I give him so many new ideas for toys... Mmmm, but later, later. Cleaning first. (Ah, my heart is overflowing with music again.) .... It's so quiet tonight. So quiet after all the noise and music. It's strange though... on any other world I would worry being out alone at night. But here on The Stage, here between the other remnants, I feel happy... I feel safe... I feel so content. Heh, would it be so bad to sing while I clean? It's such a popular thing. Not like I'll bother anyone either... Hmm mmm... mmMnnn... mmm... mmmm--nn, no, clear my thoughts of that.... That's, no, that's not a good song... clear my thoughts, keep the count, those aren't the words I want to say... Focus... just focus on cleaning... nmm... mhmmna... na na na na... na--no. No. Whatever The Universe is trying to say, it can keep it for now. I-I... I won't listen tonight! Just... just shut out that kind of song. There's no need for it here, no need to think like that, no... no need to remember like that... I am me. I am me. I am Me. I Am Me! <~~This is me, this is me, a thousand times, this is M*GAAGHAK--!* *For a moment Lynn struggles against the thin air before the light in his eyes dim, going vacant. His breathing evens out, mostly as his hands drop to his sides and broom he was using clatters to the ground. Standing with his head tipped back, he looks like a puppet dangling from its strings. The wind picks up, tosses some of the petals around. It carries with it the ghostly sound of echoing metal scraping against itself, like heavy chains dragging over their own links. Like the dying of mechanical gears wearing down under their own constant turning, grinding closer and closer until the final snap of a lock. Energy crackles over the microphones and the lights flip from green to red. On Lynn's skin a glow starts as well, ink dripping from his mouth to trace the lines of his throat. Glyphs and runes outline themselves in stark blackness and a poisonous red, wrapping around Lynn's wrists, ankles, elbows--every joint is encased in the wicked light. The black at his throat is likewise joined by the darkest crimson marks. Over his heart a green light hammers desperately before the blackness spreads, cages it and the red wraps around that as well. The green light struggles, refuses to be swallowed completely as Lynn's fingers twitch. But the microphones hum to life, and a song starts. The green fades to almost nothing. As the beat begins in earnest, Lynn is pulled to dance, movements jerky as if he is still fighting against the pull. But it's a losing battle. One last performance for an ever present, unseen audience. When he opens his mouth to sing, two voices can be heard. Lynn's natural voice carries high and desperately filled with longing as if being forcefully ripped from him--as if he is made to sing, made to expose his heart to the worlds--while the second voice is a deeper, darker, growl. And though both voices sing the same words it is the inflections and emotions that color the underlying intentions and meaning.*

  • 02/26
    Re: Moonlit Picnic Aftermath

    Ah... And so the winds change, And so the seasons turn Thus like the hands of a clock Does my picnic wind down. ... I'd like to thank everyone for coming, you made all my efforts worthwhile. I'm... I'm so happy to know you all. The time we shared was wonderful and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I think I might host a picnic next year too, as long as I'm here. (As long as we're all here.) I've learned plenty of things from this celebration, but I'll work to improve on it. I want it to be even better next year. So, if anyone has any thoughts, you can always share them with me. Just drop me a line. I won't keep any of you, I'll clean things up. My party, my responsibility. So, take care, everyone! Blazes: Ah, can I walk home with Lazu? We have so much catching up to do... Lynn: As long as they say it's okay, I have no problems. Mm, and we'll need a few things for home. Sho, I'm making a quick list. Run to the general store for me, okay? I'll meet you back home. And I guess... that's it. All there is now is... cleaning up.

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    Description

    Lynn is a 'young' man of indeterminate age. The one thing for sure is that he's an adult. Where he came from, no one knows, but he hopes to find his way back home someday.

    At the time, Lynn's home was known as the 5 kingdoms--which is a little misleading, since it was four nations centered around a capital city. He nation/country belonged to one of the sacred directional beasts, with the top beast ruling the central city. The 5 Kingdoms were a very happy and harmonious place.

    Lynn's livelihood there was being a guard in the East capital city. But just because that was what he'd been born to do, that didn't mean he liked it. Lynn's heart and imagination were more attuned to writing stories and telling tales and creating worlds for people to enjoy.

    But all of that meant nothing when his world was shattered.

    Alive during his world's cataclysm, Lynn fell between the cracks opened by the shattering. Falling through time and space, the only thing that kept him from becoming undone was the protection of sacred beasts--something granted to all born in their domain. But as he fell, that protection burned away, taking with it his ability to innately find his way back home.

    Falling into a strange new world, Lynn has been wandering from world to world making many... questionable choices to stay alive. But the man has finally found his way to Hope... and maybe, with some help, he'll be able to find a place to belong.


    Thespiansonas:

    The Writer:

    Forever at odds with the Narrator, The Writer cannot stand how the other seems incapable of handling constructive criticism and his near constant abuse of 'creative license'. Before there was a Scribe, the Writer handled the scripts, spinning out long and detailed stories that the Narrator insisted the audience would find too cumbersome to follow. Thus the Narrator took said artistic license to punch up those scripts and turn them into something more 'exciting'.

    This angered The Writer, as while they had given the Narrator leeyway in how they delivered and presented the story, it was supposed to be the Writers words coming out. But no matter what the Writer wrote, the Narrator took joys in twisting it, effectively silencing the Writer's voice. Worse yet, the role of the Writer is not one meant to interfere with the stage; the pieces are meant to speak for themselves and are, literally, the Writer's voice.

    Having to watch day in and day out as the Narrator turned aside beauty for his own amusement and claims that it was all for the better--without disclosing exactly what he was working towards or citing his sources and reasons for doing so--the Writer despaired. He wasn't allowed to interfere. He had no power on the stage. The Writer could only write, with no control on how others interpreted his words.

    There was no way he could directly help... as long as he was the Writer.

    The Writer's full face mask is plain white, like parchment, save for two ink dots for eyes and the simplest hooked curve to give the impression of a nose.

    The Shield:

    The One Who Protects---Even At Great Cost To Themselves.

    In a fit of desperation, the Writer took on a second role... in a way.

    The embodiment of his will to help and protect those he had been unable to reach for so long, the Shield role is one of sacrificing for the sake of others. Be it small things like giving up an umbrella to keep the Witch from melting, to holding back a chorus of bandits with nothing but a Naginata so that the town can evacuate, the Shield is self-sacrificing.... to a fault.

    The Shield's half face mask is actually a broken mask that only covers the top half of their face. This leaves everything under their nose exposed to the audience, which is good since their mouth is very expressive to compensate for their eyes being mostly hidden. The cracked edges of the mask are sharp and there are many marks of ink on the Shield's face to indicate where they have been hurt by their role. More over, whenever the Shield has an onstage outfit change, it is very easy to see ink marks up their arms and haphazardly covering their body, indicating all the times and ways they have been somehow called (either by request or self imposed) to protect others.

    The Shield is a supporting role. Not one for the limelight, the Shield is more comfortable working in the margins. Staying out of the spotlight means that the Shield has little power or influence, even if his actions have far-reaching consequences. It's a fair trade to keep from catching the Narrator's interest. An unfailingly friendly role, the Shield is always trying to smile through the pain for the sake of others... even if it leaves them in tears.

    The One In The Mirror:

    That would be... me, the one writing all of this. I guess you might call me the Other Lynn--the one from... offstage.

    I'm still working out what to put here and who I am. I'd like to say I'm a nice person? I like making friends and I'm having so much fun playing around the remnants.

    I like writing and I like giving gifts and I want to help this community grow. Please don't ever be afraid to friend me or message me. I do take fic requests, but I'm not doing so right now.

    I've unlocked all currently available remnants. Now I’m working on making my ships canon and writing too many TW fics.

    Someday, I hope to make the 5 Kingdoms a reality too.

    Comments

    from Rayne » February 13, 2020 10:34 AM

    Lazu and I are in agreement that you are a rotten criminal, and your crimes are making us feel things with your sweet, sweet letters tot he NPCs, ESPECIALLY the letter to Hero. ;n;

    Good job

    from IvoryHearts » January 29, 2020 09:32 PM

    I am Not Smart and just realized you gifted a trident--thank you so much aaaaaaa! Bonnie thanks you as well; now to see how long it is before she loses this one lol

    from Lazurite » January 10, 2020 04:03 PM

    I hope you realize that, by taking in Blazes, you've intertwined our stories irreversibly.

    from MossyWitch » January 07, 2020 04:18 PM

    aaaaaaa oh my goodness thank you so much >-< <3 <3 <3

    from MossyWitch » January 07, 2020 03:39 AM

    Yeah!! They were an eldritch being?? deal maker?? something?? i still gotta work out that idea ahahaha.

    and oooo good idea!! i generally stick to onomatopeia, but i appreciate how pretty all your kith names are :D
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