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[zarinosa]

Here is a final price for tonight! The design for Wukong in my Melody AU!

Wukong: Kpop

A little extra treat for Shadowpeach lovers!

Macaque is actually taller than Wukong in this AU, and Macaque is always one to sweep Wukong off his feet like they were in a story of forbidden love.

Macaque is a natural poet and is very smooth with his words, which gets Wukong flustered and embarrassed.

Enjoy!💜

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May I have this dance?~💜

[zarinosa]

Hello everyone! Our fellow audience and I have created the most blursed AU yet!

The Melody AU!

This AU has each character represent a different genre of music! I figured this would be a fun AU and I drew three characters on stream!

Macaque: Broadway

Mei: Rap

Mayor: Country

Enjoy!💜

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Thank you all for the 1000 followers! You all have been amazing, and such a loving community.

I love you all so much!🥰💜

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Wukong in his dress anyone? Hope the colors look okay! ^^’

Enjoy!💜

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Melody AU Red Son is a go!! DJ boy!

I apologize deeply to anyone who was worried about my absence recently, I’ve been REALLY busy, and kind of lost a lot of motivation for a while to draw.

I’m feeling a lot better though, and Im slowly returning.

Hope you all love Hyperpop Red Son! At least his concept design!💜

[zarinosa]

The Shadow of an Opera

(A LMK Melody AU Shadowpeach Story)

Darkness, a thing, an idea, that consumed every corner the light cannot to touch.

Cutecore, Psychedelic, Nightcore, all different subject explored by the light, while only the classics be left in the shadows. Wukong was dragged along by MK to watch a show. A Broadway show directed by a mysterious figure called ‘The Showman’. No one knew who made the line of popular Broadway shows, but the public inched to find out.

MK was very excited to watch the show, he was one of the only few people who knew the identity of The Showman. Wukong however knew nothing about Broadway, and thought of it to be boring, thoughtless, cringe-like. Wukong was never a fan of shows like this, especially ones surrounding love. Being a Pop-Star, he was always moving always singing. What could this silly show provide what he can’t?

The entire hall was crowded with long lines to even just go to the bathroom. Every red velvet seat was filled with people all the way from young to old. MK got a couple golden tickets to sit in the front. Given by the Showman himself. MK made sure he had snacks for Wukong and him as he sat down and pulled Wukong with him. Wukong plopped down on his seat as MK held up his hand.

MK: Your phone. I know you’re just gonna use it the whole time. Gimme.

Wukong let out a loud groan. As he pulled out his phone and gave MK his phone. MK’s hand remained where it was.

MK: All of them.

Wukong the let out another loud sigh as he gave MK a bunch of MP3 players, old phones, and music makers. MK smiled then turned off all of them and kept them in his bag on the opposite side, so not even Wukong’s tail could reach to sneak them out. MK then let out a small gasp as the lights went out.

A large gust of purple fog covered the stage like a clouded blanket. Then the Showman appeared. Wearing a fancy cape and a mask that covered his right eye. The light was too dim. The Identity of the man was still unknown, and even MK told Wukong not to use his golden gaze for this play. Begged him really.

Showman: Everyone. Take your seats, for tonight, I speak of a tale of a man who once lived beneath and between the walls of an old opera hall. A forbidden love that cannot become reality. Today, we will hosting a show that is not my own.. The Phantom of the Opera.

The audience clapped and cheered as the man disappeared. Wukong wondering if the man seemed familiar. His voice was very distinct. The stage came together as the play began. A couple song came by as Wukong grew a bit bored. Then suddenly, something felt off.. The main protagonist, Christine was missing. Then everything only slightly fell of script.

Then appeared the Phantom. The light still shifted away from his face, leaving his identity unknown. He then began talking to the audience.

Phantom: My beloved Christine is still gone. Where could she have gone? My love…

He then scanned the crowd, like he was looking for someone specifically, and instantly locked onto Wukong. The Phantom seemed to light up.

Phantom: Oh my beloved! There you are! I thought I lost you forever.

He then reached towards Wukong and pulled him on stage, in front of hundreds of people. Wukong’s face went pale as the light shines on his face as the classic Phantom of the Opera theme music blasted up. It was Macaque!

Macaque: We can’t have you looking like this in our Opera, Sunbite~

He snapped his fingers as the Broadway actors surrounded Wukong, singing “Masquerade”. After the crowd disbursed, Wukong was in a beautiful gown. Make up and jewelry all over him. Wukong was in shock. The audience began cheering and clapping at Wukong. Macaque held Wukong’s hand up and kissed it as he bowed. Macaque began dancing with him, waltzing. Wukong the entire time was so confused, almost catatonic. MK has stars in his eyes, gushing about how nice Wukong looked. Wukong began to worry about the people watching him. Despite being a Pop Star, he was always online and never on stage.

Macaque: It’s okay.. Just follow my lead, don’t look at them.. Only me.

Wukong hid his head on the other side of Macaque’s chest to hide a bit form the crowd, being a bit shorter than Macaque. Macaque let out a low laugh and danced with him. Singing along to the song that was playing. The entire play instead has Wukong in it, who knew none of the lines, and over time.. Wukong began enjoying himself.

The play ended in its tragic way. Wukong sat intently and watched, he began to appreciate Broadway in a weird way. Macaque went in the back where Wukong sat, the assistants getting the dress off. Macaque let out a small smile.

Macaque: Did you like the play?

Macaque teased Wukong a bit, chuckling to himself. Wukong slugged him on the shoulder hard, hurting Macaque a bit.

Wukong: Maybe let me know ahead of time, okay?!

Macaque laughed and swatted Wukong off.

Macaque: Okay, Okay! Next time…

The two sat together, reminiscing about the play, laughing with each other. Happy to be around each other again. Guess the play wasn’t so bad after all…

(This was a small little story that isn’t written the best. Though I hope you guys like it though. Also.. Here’s a challenge! I made the dress design unknown since I want you guys to come up with what it looks like! Thought it would be fun!💜)

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Melody AU: Macaque Profile

Macaque is a Broadway themed character who’s abilities and references surround the plays he has made/played in. His favorite play is the Phantom of the Opera. His life is a tragic one at that.

He was friends with Wukong long ago, and was in love with him. However, Macaque did not confess his feelings, and Wukong had left him behind to be with his new friends. During the destruction of FFM, Macaque had been scarred on the right side of his face, covering it with a mask due to how bad the mark was. All of his cries for Wukong to save him were left unanswered.

This left him with only bitterness and sorrow. When he saw The Phantom of the Opera back in 1910, he felt heard. Like someone knew how he felt. He based his look after the Phantom, and went on to be in the shadows and remain a mystery.

He heard of Wukong’s triumph through other genre’s of music. He hated Wukong, wanted nothing to do with him. Macaque however was popular, at least, his persona was… The Showman.

He made many plays, and likes to star in many others. Wukong only ever opened up to him, and wanted him to do so. That was one of the big things that stick with him when creating his vision.

Macaque trained MK to become a better dancer and singer in his own time. Macaque really wanted MK to succeed, and genuinely liked MK’s spunky and unique music tastes. Then he heard about MK being Wukong’s successor. It began to make sense to him, and he couldn’t help but feel.. Angry.

He did his best not to look at MK as Wukong. Macaque is always pained by the memories of a friend that was no longer his. A tragic tale that he sings to himself… For hundreds of years, alone.