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WIP Wednesday...Whenever
Tagged last week by @morganlefaye79 and this week by my darling @rockerboyrepo! 😘 Just missed the wire for Wednesday by a few minutes but I haven't gone to bed so I'm counting it.
Currently I'm working on my first photostory! Inspiration struck late for CyberHanami but I'm hoping to get the first scene done before the end of the week. My current playthrough inspired another au; back to streetkid, but this time Val calls Rogue from the rooftop before heading to Mikoshi. Later in her work as fixer, V meets some clients at the Sunset Motel, and guess who happens to be there!
Here are some of the unedited shots from the scene inspired by "The First Sight":
Tagging with zero pressure to share something you're working on! @cinnamon-mey @fereldanwench @starsandskies @vampirepunks @lizzy--wizzy @elvenbeard @maimaiapologist @bnbc @zyana-wyvern @chevvy-yates
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The surprising match
(Max Verstappen x Korean actress reader)
SOULMATE AU
N.B: this is just an idea that came to mind cause I am a hoe for soulmate aus, so if you know any f1 soulmate aus please tell me! WARNINGS: ONLINE HATE, THE WORDS WHORE, SLUT AND DICK ARE USED. SWEAR WORDS LIKE FUCK AND ASSHOLE ARE ALSO USED, if I missed anything please let me know! And obviously some spelling mistakes.... might do a part 2 idk yet
Faceclaim: Han so hee
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YN99LN: had too much fun this week, thank you everyone for showing my new drama this much love
username: BOY IF YOU DON'T STOP
username: Max really has no idea what being slick is huh.
username: I hate you
username: slut
username: I really hope this fun didn't involve the vroom vroom boy
username: vroom vroom boy 💀😂
username: ikr, can't believe we might lose our queen
username: I'm in Spain without the s
username: low quality picture, high quality woman
username: show off
username: when you're YN LN but still take 144p pictures
username: the struggle is real
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YN99LN: Canada, you are so kind to me. I want to stay with you
username: so who is Canada?
username: you know who else is in Canada? MAX FUCKING VERSTAPPEN
username: this is definitely about Max
username: DANNY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
username: no because if this is about max and she's happy about the fact that he's nice it's too sad cause wtf has she been through
username: you really don't wanna know
username: all my homies hate what people in SK did to her
username: oh my god, stop showing off you bitch
username: I hope you die
username: I feel like a victorian man seeing collar bones for the first time
username: IKR!! something about her collar bones!
username: as an f1 fan this community is so weird
username: collar bones? Really?
username: I feel like I entered another universe
username: is she drunk in the first pic?
username: yes, this whore just gets drunk and has tattoos and smokes, she's the worst
username: I was gonna say that it's so hot of her to post a pic like that
username: stay pressed you asshole
username: the second and last pictures tho
username: I am just a hole yn
username: bend me over your knee and slapp my cheeks ma'am
username: the leather pants and glasses are so 🔥
username: it gave me a boner and I don't even have a dick
username: I have a dick and now I am in the shower
username: everyone horny for yn
username: good for nothing pampered slut
username: I hope max leaves you
username: I hope he hates her
username: I read that she smokes as well and while I am against the action and stand by the fact that it's not cool to smoke seeing a South Korean famous person do that shit is so wild for me and turns me on
username: I want to chock on her boot's heel
username: yn please spit in my throat
username: wikihow please tell me how to give head
username: the 2nd picture makes me want to give her hickeys all over her back and shoulder
username: step on me
username: you f1 fans are wild
username: this comment section passed the vibe check
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Don’t Let Me Love You | Chan and Bai (A DLMLU Side Story)
pairing: Chan x Bai
genre: smau, non!idol au
pov: 3rd person (ish)
warnings: swearing, Bai, mention of a miscarriage, mention of suicide, suicide as a threat, Bai is just super toxic and manipulative overall
summary: Key moments in Bai and Chan's relationship pre-Don't Let Me Love You.
word count: 1,261
screenshot count: n/a
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First Meeting
"I know you said never to come over uninvited but--Oh, you're not Y/n," Chan freezes when he is met face to face with Bai instead of you.
"And we thank god for that. I'm kidding. I'm Bai, Im Bai-Mi, Y/n's cousin." Bai smiles sweetly at Chan.
"I'm Bang Christopher Chan, Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you." Chan sticks out his hand to greet Bai properly.
"Oh please, you've been dating my cousin for a year, you're practically family." Bai shoves Chan's hand to the side and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tight and making sure that her chest presses up against him.
Chan hesitates to hug her back. He's heard several horror stories about her from you. But surely, they're just a tad bit over exaggerated? There's no way someone who looks like an angel could be so evil. He loosely hugs he back with one arm.
Bai finally releases Chan from her vice grip, smirking.
"Oh right," Bai walks into the house and stands at the foot of the stairs, "Y/nnie, Chris is here to see you!"
***
The First Time
"She still not here?" Bai asks softly, cozying up next to Chan, who is finsihsing his fourth drink of the night.
You were supposed to meet him at the bar near campus but you were running late, working with Hyunjin on your initial drafts for Love, Sunny and Ro. You had been late often lately, working on the comic with Hyunjin. It's not like Chan isn't busy too, he's in his final year of university. It just annoyed him how you didn't make as much time for the two of you like he did.
"She's just finishing up come concept art with Hyunjin for their comic, she'll be here soon." He sets his empty cup on the table and throws his head back, looking at the ceiling.
"Oh she's finishing alright," Bai mumbles to herself, slipping another drink into Chan's hand.
"What?" Chan heard her loud and clear, but he wasn't sure if he understood her correctly.
"Oh, c'mon Chris. You can't honestly tell me that you never thought that Jinnie and Y/nnie are hooking up behind your back."
"Nope," He takes a sip of the new drink. Your relationship with Hyunjin is actually a sore spot for Chan, but as long as he doesn't think about it, he's fine.
"Really? Not once? I would be if I were you. They've been friends since they were small and they're always together. Haven't you noticed that Jinnie doesn't like physical contact but has no problem touching Y/nnie or letting her touch him? You can't tell me they haven't slept together before. Probably fucking right now," Bai smirks as his fist balls up and he takes a large sip of his drink. She's clearly getting to him.
Chan pulls his phone out of pocket when he feels it buzz against his thigh. He groans and chugs the rest of his drunk after he reads a text from you apologizing and saying you're not coming to the bar anymore.
Chan turns to look at Bai, who is purposely wearing one of her more revealing outfits. She even went as far as to steal some of your perfume and made sure to use a generous amount before leaving. His eyes scan her body, taking her in. He knows what he's thinking is a bad idea, but Bai got into his head and he drank way too much tonight to properly think over any of his decisions. His eyes shift to her lips before he slowly leans in.
His lips press into hers. He wastes no time before he sloppily swipes her lower lip, begging her to part her lips. Once she does, she grabs his free hand and places it on her chest, strategically letting his fingers graze her exposed skin. Chan pulls away, looking at his hand on Bai's chest. He sucks his lower lip in before meeting her eyes.
"Fuck it, let's go to my place." He places his empty cup on the table and stand up, leaving a hand out to help Bai up.
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I'm Having Your Baby (It's none of your business)
Chan is pacing the floor when Bai walks into his apartment. He's been guilty for the past eleven months about all of his little affairs with Bai. He needed to end it with her. He knows he does, and it was stressing him out.
Bai knew that Chan was planning on breaking up with her. She could feel it the second he started spending less time with her. So when Chan called her and told her to come over, she was prepared.
"We need to talk," He says quickly, anxiety getting the better of him.
"You're right, we do. Can I go first?" Bai asks, sitting down on the couch.
"Uh, y-yeah, sure." He stammers. Bai asking to speak first threw him off. Bai pats the seat next to her, gesturing for Chan to sit. He does so quickly, tired of being on his feet.
"I don't know how else to say it so I'm just going to come right out and say it. I'm pregnant." Bai says softly.
"A-are you sure?" All of the color leaves Chan's already pale face at the news that he might have knocked Bai up.
Bai goes into her backpack and pulls out a bag of positive pregnancy tests and places the bag in Chan's hands.
"And you're sure it's mine?" He questions.
"Fuck you--"
"I didn't mean it like that. I just know that we're not exclusive."
"I'm talking to other guys but you're the only I've slept with this entire time."
"I--I..." Chan can feel his heart thumping fast against his ribs.
"I'm so scared Chris. I want to keep it but I can't do this alone." Bai cries.
Chan drops the bag on the floor and wraps Bai up in a hug. He rubs his hand along her back, trying to sooth her.
"And you won't have to, I promise."
***
Please, Don't Leave Me
"This was a mistake, Bai. I should have never slept with you in the first place!" Chan yells.
Ever since he broke up with you and Bai's miscarriage, Chan has been miserable. Every day he realizes how much he fucked up and it was taking a told on his mental health. Not only did he lose you and his future child, he also lost most of his friends.
"This is your fault. You got me pregnant a-and then we lost the baby. You started this whole relationship. You can't just give up on it. On us. On me." Bai is in tears in the middle of the living room. She had moved in with Chan a few months after you moved out of your parents' house.
"I'm done, Bai. I can't do this anymore."
"Please, Chris," She sobs.
Chan reaches for the door taking a deep breath before placing his hand on the door knob.
"If you leave, I'll kill myself." She says quickly.
"What?" Chan's heart drops to the pit of his stomach.
"If you leave, I'll have nothing else to live for. Everyone left, I can't take it if you leave too." She sobs harder.
Chan drops his bag and runs to wrap Bai in a hug.
"Why does everyone keep leaving me?" Bai chokes. She was faking her tears before in attempt to manipulate Chan into staying, but now, some of them are real and it's taking her by surprise.
"Shh, I'm not. Okay? I won't leave you, I promise." He reassures her, stroking her hair, unknowingly sealing his fate for the next four years.
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Hey elsa!
What do you think of @its-the-sa's new artiscavking thingy? I honestly think its cool to have 2 polar opposite au's where artificer basically 2 different fates based on sk's choices
Oh and hey, reminds me of this photo made by @its-the-sa too!
(Hope your laptop gets fixed/replaced soon I missed your daily uploads)
I LOVE their AU and how different it is, and that everything is depending on does Arti have skill issue or not LOL.
Because in my AU Arti died A LOT before SK realised that she's not gonna stop and decided to try something else.
By the way, i LOVE this art and you're evil because i'm gonna look at this another 100500 hours, thanks XD
Oh and i just remembered. i wanted to draw something with these two Arti meeting each other
I miss my daily uploads too because feedback is literally my fuel. And... it;'s really easy to fall in the cycle of pain: no uploads -> no feedback -> no will to do anything -> no uploads... the wheel of samsara keeps spinning faster. So yeah, i took my grandma's laptop few days ago and i think i got used to drawing on it enough to answer some questions today!
#other asks#rw artificer#artificer#the artificer#rain world#rain world downpour#rain world artificer#rw au: metropolis ending went wrong
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nikolai goes out of his way to find newspaper articles about sk reader and drops it somewhere in their place so they can wake up and see pages and pages and photos of all their victims and the crime scenes and the ridiculous theories some people have
A: TUNA, TUNA, YOU CAN'T JUST TYPE THIS AND GO!! Nikolai just has a whiteboard or a wall of newspaper articles now adoring his walls(maybe even the casino). Little cards and books collect pictures of past victims, vaguely familiar only because of the ever growing collection of abilities, instead of bookmarks. sticky notes attached to pre-record podcasts, videos, and cds of live television speaking of SK Reader’s acts. Lists of Forums that hunat after the ever so mysterious murders, all of which are hilariously wrong, or in the off chance, a little bit correct, that commentator seems to simply disappear…
SK having a morning routine and waking up to their own collection of notes, pictures, and smiley faces of their favorite ability user.
the time he watched them steal oguri's ability, he insisted on walking w them back to the train station because "haven't you heard? there's a serial killer targeting ability users right now. you shouldn't be walking around alone."
SHAUSBSBSH. I’m so normal about them. really. I can imagine Nikolai dressed as a police officer or maybe a salary man and from an outsider’s pov they just see a “worried” man and their companion walking together, too far away to hear their seemingly normal conversation: both of them commenting of corpses and the new abilities that SK reader has gained and the uses they have. the usual daily slice of life stuff.
But also, imagine: The heat of human contact of Nikolai’s hand brushing against SK Reader while they come down from their high of their recent kill (rip oguri man x2 because these two weirdos are doing their weird murder courtship thingy). The faint moonlight makes Nikolai seem almost ethereal, but there’s hunger in his eyes. The same hunger that SK Reader knows so well, after all, it’s the same hunger SK Reader always sees in their own eyes. The faint upward tugging of his lips makes the slight smile on his lips akin to ghastly, macabre snarl. He walks them back to the train station that always seems to connect and depart Nikolai from SK Reader. The conversation changes from the local show, yokohama politics, food, the corpses that seem to pile in alleyways and the abilities that grow under their heart skin. The growing hunger grows under SK Reader’s heart, but it’s different from before. They ignore it. (I lowkey believe this is probably the one of the first signs or the key moment SK Reader falls for Nikolai in their own weird way)
their first kill was some small time ability user; they didn't know about how their ability worked until this point
A pickpocket. A nameless ghost. Either way the idea that Nikolai grows to resent a stranger is delicious and laughable. (or maybe an unfortunate fool that grew curious about SK Reader and had terrible luck)
I like to think they're working their way into the heart of yokohama, where the ada and pm reside. Yokohama is known for having multiple active ability groups so it's where their later kills will be focused. ango, oda, hirotsu and akutagawa were tasked to find sk reader first, which is how they ended up being killed by sk reader. initially these names were near the bottom of their list, since they were planning on slowly infiltrating yokohama, and killing off prominent users would hardly let them work unnoticed
THEY HAVE A LITRLE LIST. Oh my beloved SK reader. They probably took their time to think it through and write each one, or maybe SK reader is simply impulsive. I love them either way.
Also Flawless? That’s so heartbreaking for Dazai. Oda gets sent after SK Reader or maybe he just happens upon them and feels a familiar feeling: Dazai and his own shadow, and Oda attempts to be a good person. Regardless it ends with his life taken, but imagine a survivor au with a different obsession aka Oda and the murder black comedy of roommate, SK Reader. SK reader probably traumatized Oda’s orphans and it would be pretty messed up if Dazai just found his best friend’s cooling corpse and in the corner a huddling group of weeping children. Or maybe SK Reader drew them away, no reasons for nuisances in their way. Oda is alone when he dies. Rehabilitation au with Oda, or maybe a slap in the face for Dazai if ADA decides to rehabilitate SK and he finds himself falling for the awful murder who took Oda’s life away. A toxic, awful, yandere fest because Dazai doesn’t mean to fall in love and most likely SK Reader is probably pining after Nikolai or Simply not interested because Dazai isn’t “fun” as his ability is.
i'm still working on sk reader's ability, but their ability allows them to take the ability of users they kill, so that's another main motivator. they kill for the ability they want to have. it probably started out as a survival thing, but now they just do it for the ability.
SK Reader’s ability is fascinating. I really adore how it weaves into their wants of collecting abilities and how maybe, in a kinder world, if they could copy abilities they “probably” wouldn’t kill people, but we love one awful serial killer.
it just looks like random murders to the public, though it appears to be done by the same person. a lot of ability users don't let others know about their abilities, so it's the special division and other ability user groups that figure out the murderer is only targeting ability users first
Ooh! maybe the first person they kill has an ability that gets information?? And SK just collects info by that, or they’re just a stalker and stalk after every lead of an ability.
uh no name yet bc im not creative enough for that haha
fair. I’m also v bad with names. :V
i think it'll be hard to write anything between ada and sk reader except for them wanting to throw them in jail bc dazai is obvs going to be very upset about oda's death, and fukuzawa wants to restore order to ability users in yokohama. sk reader is like. an irredeemable bad guy ㅠㅠ
I love an irredeemable bastard reader,and it be pretty fun if somebody out in the Stray dogs universe is delusional enough to believe that SK reader is misunderstood or “can be fixed” (thinking about delusional oda or maybe jouno, maybe fukuzawa 🤔). No, but like antagonism relationships are soo good.
pm, since mori sent his people after sk reader i don't think he'll be as upset as surprised. he might actually try to recruit sk reader or at least see what they're up to bc they killed many of his strong members already. i don't think the other mafioso will be too thrilled about meeting sk reader though…
Most PM members have someone or something that connects to an ability, so the idea of somebody hunting them to kill them or someone else for their ability immediately means SK reader is on their blacklist. Love that for them. Hunting dogs x SK reader is so fascinating. Jouno and SK reader would really make a good dynamic to work with. Sadistic protector from Jouno, but SK is more bloodthirsty for the idea instead of the act itself. SK reader doesn't seem to find the act of torture, but rather the process of the hunt, entertaining. but both cruel bastards either way.
i think for this au, the hunting dogs and doa make for the best in terms of characters to explore sk readers dynamics with so i can talk more about that later if you want ^-^ ( & adding this one too + ) man...im such a sucker for the villain x detective trope like yukito is literally haunting my dreams i am obsessed w the idea of him going after sk reade
YUKITO!!!!! Him falling for irredeemable bastard sk reader. Maybe it starts with him only connecting the murders by a “witness” (see nikolai or sk reader themself) and it spirals to a obsessive unhealthy chase of both prey and predator and rival with SK reader. (Ranpo can be aplied to this. For any ada member this is a blow to their heart and ego because falling for a murderous monster??? oh the horrors) - rambling again, but thank you again so much Tuna. I’m literally just writing notes about ideas spilling from this au. - 🦄
ahahhha wow this was Long thank you for such a detailed response :DD
nikolai hates that he doesn't know all your victims. is it curiousity or eome twisted form of jealousy, that there were so many others that got your attention before him? thing is, it's not publicly known exactly how many victims you have, and it's not something you tell anyone, either. that list of yours is also constantly on your person (he hasn't seen it, but the day he does, any jealousy dissipates immediately when his is the only name on the list). he sticks to obsessively researching you instead, saves any and all mention of you and your crimes, even has a personal, hidden, collection of things about the you that everyone else knew. a copy of your workplace id card, pictures of you from a friend's social media, anything he can get his hands on
ahhhh yes!!! he makes sure to silence any netizen who seems to understand youand your direction, and logs into forums to discuss you with others. not like any of these strangers had ever had the chance to witness you at work—so all their comments were just meaningless garbage.
along with newspaper clippings, nikolai leaves you print outs of people who support your actions, people who, after word gets around that your victims included mafioso and an ex-assassin, are more intrigued by you. it all irritates you, but if you ever show any amusement at what you read, nikolai would personally go to finish off whoever had your attention like that
(my poor baby oguri...will write some good bf stuff for him later)
oh...he's sick, turning up to a crime scene dressed as a police officer. he shines a flashlight at you and says "hands up!" in such a cheerful tone that it has your heart skipping a beat. and when you're walking back with him, whoever would suspect you just killed a man? nobody would think that nikolai was telling you that a friend of his worked with mushitaro oguri—so that's the user's name—before, or that you reply about not caring to learn about a dead man's name.
nobody sees how nikolai's wicked smile falters when you tell him you'd much rather look into his (still alive) ability user friend, and nobody hears him trying to distract you by asking about your ability.
(the bit about the moonlight and falling in love w nikolai gahhhh im sobbing so good. soo good.)
if only your ability didn't need you to kill...in that case, are you really to blame? such what-ifs only work in your favor, and if it comes to the point for a majority believes that you're needed alive, if only because you can be a wonderful weapon for the special division (much like how despite how his ability is considered the most dangerous, ayatsuji is kept alive and working), and the ada is given the work of keeping you alive and preventing you from harming others...then yes i can make a wonderful little thing w yan dazai (and ada) hehehe
or you know. dazai is losing himself in the desire to get revenge on the person who killed oda. but while trying to find you, somehow it turns into him learning more about you. somehow your evil existence turns into something addictive and alluring for him. who are you, really? dazai feels like he's the only one who knows. and you're the last connection between him and oda (since ango is gone too), so he's even more fixated on you. if you went after them, then why not him? everyone knows the infamous ability nullifier, right? cherry on top is if you blatantly tell him you have no use for his ability. i think it'd break him to the point where he completely loses himself
there is a network of ability users that if you know where to look, you can find. it's the easiest way to identify most of the ability users in an area. personally i like to think as an ability user, there's something about other ability users that catch your eye. maybe it's the way they look at other, regular people, maybe it's the way they move as though nothing can faze them. they tend to know other users too, so finding one can lead you down a whole other path of ability users waiting for you.
jouno w sk reader. bc of his backstory i think he can find it easier to relate? to you. he thinks you can be brought over to fight for justice instead. with an ability like that, you can go after many of the evildoing users out there, and you can keep their abilities. the hd would be happy to have you, but jouno makes this a...personal project. he doesn't involve them until he's sure you'll accept the offer to work w them
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Facets of a Shattered Memory II
Series based on my interpretation of the Encanto Madremonte AU by the lovely @c-rose2081
Pt. 1
Summary: Starting from where part one left off, we get a look into Isa's life following her escape from Casita and what the next five years of her life were like.
WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Injury, And A Bit of Death
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The first thing that came to her was a memory, it was the only thing that she could say with certainty was the first thing she could remember. It was dark, voices were speaking above her and she was being held. In her ear sounded a choir speaking in unison, the voice high and like the rustling of trees “Amor, cuando despiertes el mundo será un lugar nuevo, pero necesitas saber esto. Tu eras amada, tan amada que no lo podemos describir.”
Another voice, lower with the sound of rumbling mountains echoed below it, “Tu nombre es Isa, nosotras the llamamos Amor. Tu eres nuestra y nosotros somos tuyas, nunca dudes eso.”
She felt movement at her side and a hand stroke her cheek before she woke up for the first time.
(Months of waiting, the heavens holding their breath as the hour draws closer, the jungle quiet in the space where glass shards fused with molten gold, the result buried beneath their roots waiting to wake up as the body is changed.)
It was warm, not suffocatingly so, but enough that her body melted into a languid stretch, slow and pleased. She could feel the soft bedding beneath her and the dips of whatever lay beneath the barrier, it was firm and unyielding, but the nest added a softness for her aching body to relax into. Time felt like it stood still and passed so slowly all at once, the only suggestion of it going by was the feeling of the arm trapped under her body falling asleep.
Oh.
What a wonder.
It was feeling that came to her first, muscles unused for so long aching as bones moved from their place of rest, the stretch of her body triggering sensation and she felt the soft friction of plants against her skin. She noted the gaps in sensation and moved her hand down to feel where her thigh met her hip, feeling the difference in texture and the way it would not bend under the force of her fingers. She felt where it began and where it ended and, in her heart, she knew this was something good; Something meant to keep hurt far and away from her, though she didn’t quite know why she knew, only that she did.
(Somewhere in the depths of her mind, an echo of a forgotten emotion drifted like smoke. The faintest after image of someone's wail and the pulling on her body. As sudden as its emergence it flickered, pulled into golden light, and before it could be registered it was gone.)
The tearing of the leaves beneath her body brought sound to her ears and with great speed her hands clapped soundly over her ears. It was so loud, the texture of the noise itself grating on her newly awoken senses before she slowly pulled them away, adjusting to the new input. As she sat up and opened her eyes for the first time, they moved in tandem with her ears, and it startled her to feel the muscles move of their own accord. With slightly unsteady fingertips she brushed along the shell and traced their pointed shape, wondering at the newness if her own body. Her eyes never stopped tracking her surroundings, it was dark and dim, but as she began to look for the source of light illuminating the space, she realized that there was none and that she could still see despite it.
It was at this moment that she heard the faintest whisper next to her ear and even if it was sudden, all she felt was love and warmth and gold-
“Levántate Amor. Te tienes que levantar para ver las estrellas.”
And in her mind, she saw a vast expanse of dark blue skies and hundreds upon thousands of lights filling everywhere she could see. That was something she knew she had to see, a deep-seated longing to greet that which felt like a promise connecting her to the light-ridden sky. Determination filled her and blood roared in her ears as she pushed herself up, a slight snarl forming in her lips as she began to look for a way out of her ben of vines and leaves. It was then that she heard the singing for the first time, moving from the subtle notes it had been only seconds before to an ascending choir, rising in volume until it was all she could hear.
Isa looked down and there under bare feet were coiling vines, some coming from her skin and others from the roots she had been cradled in, climbing up her legs. She could hear them as if they were only an extension of her soul and if she focused her sight on them, she could faintly see golden strings tangling in the movement of their length. Within her she felt something stir, a primal knowledge that they would move if she told them to, not just the vines but the roots of whatever it was that they came from, and with that she pulled on the golden light within her watched as her surroundings exploded into sudden movement all at once.
The vines sighed and wrapped tightly around her as the roots rose in unison, their laughter low, their creaking heralding the opening of the ceiling above and then there was light.
It wasn’t bright by any means, no, but soft and ghostly. She watched, her pupils dilating, as the light grew larger and the opening wider, until she could crawl out and then her senses were filled with the sounds of a choir’s breathy laughter and fond sighs. It was intense and she closed her eyes to center herself and then looked up into the dark sky and marveled at the sight of golden chords stringing the stars together.
(In the spaces that were and yet were not, the heavens finally quieted the remaining wails of the mourning stars. They looked down at the girl who had been mortal and yet was now more Other, more like them, than her kin. They saw golden eyes where there had been the brown of her mother and her skin was covered in the Jungle and the Earth’s claim.)
As the world took its first breath in the aftermath of what was avoided, a child and those who loved her stood at the beginning of a path that fate had not touched. Far away in a living house, a mother held the remains of her daughter's clothing to her chest and mourned a life lost. Months of waiting for news ending in the tragedy of her loss, but in the wake of this pain a new future began to form. The golden light in the woman’s womb pulsed and the child’s fate was linked firmly to the stargazer in the mountains.
(The stars looked down and for a moment their light twinkled in concert across the sky, light dancing across the world. The road would not be easy, they saw, but in the grand tapestry of their world this change in what was to come was better than it had been before.)
Isa’s ear flicked over to listen to something beside her ear and with one last final glance at the sky above, she moved deep into the forest, quickly disappearing. The only thing giving away what had happened in the clearing was the still open hole in the ground and then it began to close as the animals in the surrounding vegetation began to sing again. It was when the moon above began to dip from its zenith that everything returned to how it had been only hours before, and the only marking left was the overturned dirt at the roots of the tree.
(Sometimes, a child lives, and the world grieves for one less person lost to fate.)
As the days passed, Isa learned how to traverse her surroundings, gradually moving like the predator she had become. On hands and feet, she learned to stalk as the jaguars did and in the trees, she adapted their movements. Weeks passed and then a month went by, her mind and body adjusting to the world around her, but all throughout it, she could hear the gentle singing all around her as she ran through the green and when night came, she could hear that sweet voice again, a guide.
“Mira la manera que se mueven mi Amor. Mira como sus garras se encajan en el arbol y haz lo también.”
“Mi pequeno amor, ven al agua. Necesitas tomar algo, te va dar sed.”
“Ven y siéntate en el sol, Isa. Te va ser bien.”
It was always there when she needed to be reminded of her own limits and to teach her as she learned, sometimes layered with a deep bass from below or the whisper of another woman’s voice. They never scared her, not ever, instead it felt like the gentle caress of sunlight against her skin and every time it happened, she could feel the golden chords inside of her chest sway and she saw the plants around her grow. It fascinated her to no end, doing whatever she could to prolong the sight and the feeling, sometimes hours would pass by as her want for this was indulged.
In some part of her soul, she felt like she should be ashamed of asking for this attention and in turn felt embarrassed for the time she spent lounging in it, but that thought was swept away before it could even reach full formation, the choir around her crooning assurances; she was a child still and none of what she wanted was too far out of reach. What she didn’t know was that as she slept in the cradles woven for her high up in the canopy, the Jungle raged and seethed as she restrained herself from bringing her wrath upon the head of Alma Madrigal. Her counterpart, the Earth, rumbled lowly green eyes sparking with the light of molten rock and far away, a volcano erupted slowly.
(A constellation darkened for the grief they held for child who should never have felt wrong for wanting to be loved. Already her desperation for the slightest loving touch was enough to make them weep, a feeling echoed by their brothers and sisters around them.)
The day came, months after emerging from that primordial womb, that she noticed a pattern with her surroundings. Without conscious thought she had been moving the plants around her at times when she needed them to follow her will; They were independent, yes, but they answered when she called.
When it came time for her to learn about the gold in her chest, she listened as they told her to close her eyes and gasped as she felt the chords vibrate as if on the other end they had been plucked and played. It was different and new, but it felt right. Like whatever was doing it meant only to help and did so with love and care and warmth-
From her right she heard the singing rise and fall, a voice breaking through the sound, telling her to focus and when she did, a rush of power coursed through her. It was warm and gold, chords sinking into her soul for the first time to bring forth the feeling of the tree beneath her and the branch she sat on, but only for a moment as she was brought back to focus on the chorus around her and the sweet voice calling her attention.
She tugged when they told her to and imagined the branch she sat on bloom, fruit developing on imagined buds, heavy and ripe for picking. When she opened her eyes, she saw her vision made reality. Where the very end of the wood hung over open air, a white blossom began to rapidly form, its petals opening and from it, fruit grew. She had only enough time to register its rapid swell in size, when she realized it would fall under its own weight and lunged forward to catch it. The momentum of her movement almost sent her completely over the reach of the branch, but in the second it took for her doubt to manifest, she was caught by the branch rising beneath her.
Fruit clutched in one hand and her opposite arm wrapped around the sturdy branch beneath, wide eyes looked down at what she made grow. Golden eyes lit up and a sharp grin spread across her face to replace the initial shock. She sat up as carefully as she could while observing the object in her hand and when she was sure she had balanced herself well, she took the fruit in both hands and brought it up close to her face. For a moment a hesitation came over her. What if it hurt her? She had not needed to eat since emerging from the nest and when she had needed to recuperate, only when she was truly exhausted, she laid where the sun graced the earth until she felt her energy return and drank water from the rivers when she felt thirsty. Even then, it was only when it was needed, so far only having done so twice in the months since being awoken, her exhaustion forcing her to rest and lightly doze in golden rays.
Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the giggling and fond sighs until she felt the slightest nudge, bringing her hand and the fruit closer to her mouth. Startled, she glanced towards where she felt gentle pressure, but saw nothing where familiar fingers pressed into bark and skin, the beginnings of vines growing ever to slightly. In the breeze she heard her protector murmur, “No tengas miedo, mi amor. Puedes comer.”
And when she still hesitated, gentle hands cupped around her own and lips pressed to the crown of her head, the fruit brought to her mouth, and she took her first bite of food. At first, the skin of the fruit almost made her jerk back in surprise, the almost dry taste enough for her to not eat, but her canine pierced the barrier and suddenly something sweet dripped onto her tongue. Suffice to say she didn’t drop the fruit, but bit into it fully, pushing past the initial taste and tasting the meat inside and later when she climbed up into the trees to see where she was going, she noticed pollen falling from little flowers on her thigh.
That was the first time she ate something of substance and though she didn’t need to eat at all, she still ate a bit every day. It was odd, she knew that the animals around her ate frequently, sometimes she would see predators taking kills larger than their bodies to eat in peace, but she never felt the hunger that they did. Did not feel the need to look for food the sate a pain in her stomach or to sink her teeth into something to bring a kill down, a predator without the need to feed. Isa was still young though, often being herded around by intangible forces and creaking trees, the plants around her hiding the small body learning to survive in a new world.
Every moment spent under the vast star filled sky and weaving between ancient, sturdy trees brought its own lessons, but life is not always serene. Though the influence of the gods left Isa to learn her world, wide eyed wonder obscuring the inevitability of how the moments of life played out in dynamic melodies, a discordant note unavoidable. It came nearly a half year after the awakening, rain coming down on the canopy and thunder rumbling off in the distance clouds taking up the entire horizon.
(A far-flung echo of a memory so faint only the vaguest feeling brought with it the notion of contained clouds and uniform weather. A childish chant of clear blue skies and the delighted shrieks of children playing in the sun, a whisper in the cry of the wind-)
The crash of thunder and flash of lightning drew her attention above, the smell of rain and the coolness of the day enveloped her. She’d pulled herself up into the trees, the fog below obscuring her sight, only able to see so far ahead. Isa hummed as she set her sights on the far-off cliff-face, slightly hazy in the fog cover and mumbled to herself, her words carried off in the wind, “Ahi estas...” She’d been trekking for hours, the journey she’d been guided through longer than it would have been had she been older, often needing to stop, rest, and even eat more fruit to keep up her energy. That she’d made it this far, a third of the way, was a testament to how much she had grown in the past months.
When she had awoken, she’d been akin to a newborn on shaky legs and sensitive senses, sometimes needing to be hidden away in a cocoon of secure vines when overwhelmed. Those early days were filled with rest, hidden by the jungle and the earth, listening to the chorus around her. As time had passed and she learned the limitations of her body, Isa had grown leaps and bounds, now able to traverse the landscape with occasional help from the roots and vines, having learned quickly that they followed her will after almost falling from a high tree and the entire tree having bent to cradle her.
Another distant rumble shook Isa from her thoughts and she took a final glance to memorize the direction before scaling down and to the foggy jungle floor, her sight once again obscured and pointed ears flicking in all directions. With the canopy above already darkening the surroundings and the cloud cover overhead, it seemed as though the world had abruptly turned to night as she had reached the ground. With this is in mind she began to move forward, the world around her simply reduced to the sound of soft music, falling rain, and the passing vegetation. Maybe it was her inexperience with identifying distance through sound, the noise of thunder and rain, or simply a circumstance of being caught unawares, maybe a combination of them all, but Isa never noticed the pad of paws following her at a stalk.
Isa was a predator, yes. Claws and canines were parts of her that she used, but she had never been in battle, she was young, inexperienced, and above all sheltered thus far in her existence; she was vulnerable, not unlike the young animals in the jungle, new to life and its challenges, but without someone to physically teach her despite her intangible choir. So, just like any other young animal, she was still prey to those so much more experienced than her.
She didn’t have time to react, so it was when lightning flashed above, a small gap in the canopy allowing light to flash through, that she saw gleaming eyes and turned, eyes suddenly wide as she dropped low, watching the body of a jaguar leap over her. It yowled, a snarl pulling its lips back to reveal elongated fangs and she bared her own in return a sinister rattle erupting from her chest for the first time. It was sinister and it sounded like nothing like she’d ever heard before, but deep inside her, the gold in her soul burning and blinding, she knew that it was right.
That same part of her, until then a slinking set of instincts from the shadows, began to stir and every part of her snarled at the threat being dealt. Quickly, that facet of her being woke up and suddenly she held her body with more grace, feet surer in their placement and muscles bunched up ready to spring; It was as if she had passed a threshold. The choir reached a crescendo, a pitch so high it felt like the stars themselves were singing and though she heard a note of distress in the song, she could also hear bolstering bass from the earth.
It was then that her opponent visibly hesitated for a long moment, the change seen through its eyes letting her be seen as what she was; Something completely Other. But it was soon overcome and the hiss it let out as it bared its own fangs did not waver as eyes narrowed and fur stood on end. The plants growing in her skin shuddered and her ears pinned themselves to her skull, the space between herself and her opponent seeming to close until, like the lightning dancing above, they were on each other in seconds.
(From above looking below, they saw what she did not feel, bark growing thicker like armor and where they cover her shoulders, it crawled up her neck. It covered her face in whorls, a mask and part of her body at the same time, meant to protect.)
They collided with a slam, each gaining a violent purchase on the other and though the feline tried to snap down on her shoulder, Isa struck her hand into the side of its face. Where her nails had been sharp before, meant for the ease of climbing, they were dagger like now and the force of her strike sunk them deeply into their landing points. As it yowled, Isa’s grip grew tighter and her legs wrapped around its body, holding on as it began to move erratically, ignoring the hot pain of claws slicing into her back.
It was only when they slammed into a tree that she let go and scrambled back, on her feet and hunched over golden eyes, a low and dangerous rumble vibrating deep in her chest. The jungle cat had backed up, staring at her and though the deep wounds on its face bled heavily, it did not falter and charged at her once again, its cry of challenge echoing off into the night. The fight did not end as quickly as it might have if Isa had been older and more experienced, but this heralded the beginning of who she would become and thought the jungle and her partner wanted to interfere, to help, the influence of fate held them back.
Every blow was filed with sharp claws and the snap of teeth, bark crawling along Isa’s body, a slow growing armor that rose from her skin. There came a point where pain gave way to the numbing effects of adrenaline and she did not really feel the aching of her gained wounds, only feeling the way new ones appeared on her body as the battle went on. It became a blur of aggression and when she would later look back on the battle, she could not accurately say how long it lasted, only that she felt a bone deep tiredness.
She’d had the upper hand for most of their battle having sliced three out of four legs to give her the benefit of its pain induced weakness. Where it seemed to struggle in the aftermath, she would worsen the injury count and she gained confidence when it continued to tire, but in her growing confidence she became blind to a fact she had witnessed so often; nothing was more dangerous than a cornered animal. Isa was doing well, yes, but she was so young, only really a child and by virtue she was not skilled in the art of combat nor defense. So, when she failed to see the desperation, failed to notice its gaze darting around and sharpening, she was not prepared for it to run into the vegetation.
For a moment, she stood in disbelief and confusion, her tense stance loosening in the quiet. It took a few seconds before she realized that while the threat had disappeared, the nearby animals did not begin to vocalize and she began to turn slowly in a circle, eyes flickering from left to right trying to see movement and her ears followed suit. Isa’s. Heart began to beat faster than ever, the inability to locate where it had gone spurring her to panic and all she could hear was the blood roaring in her ears.
Isa is young, a still inexperienced child in a world that had her fate tied to the land and the stars above. So, when she gave into panic and could not hear the movement above, the quiet growl of a stalking predator, the stars closed their eyes and her protectors held each other as it dropped onto her from above. She did not have time to run or dodge, only brace as she snapped her head up at the sound of a cracking branch and saw the danger coming from above. When they collided this time, it was the jaguar who had the advantage and sunk its teeth into her shoulder only barely stopped from reaching her neck by the instinctive reaction to flinch away from danger.
Where before the adrenaline rush had prevented the pain felt in battle, it had passed enough that it could no longer shield her and she felt the blinding agony as claws tore at her thigh and fangs violently sunk into her. This was no longer a moment she had the upper hand; In this moment Isa became prey and she felt desperation leaking into her mind. All at once she began to thrash under the weight of her opponent, her right-hand balling into a fist to strike against its face as her left hand lay tensed in pain-induced paralysis.
(Around her the choir wailed and the earth trembled as the child, their pequeno amor lay prone on the ground, fighting to stay alive, the hollow rattling of calls cutting off, replaced by shrieks. Their hands were bound by fate, the future waiting for what would happen next, but they called out to her as the crescendo finally crested and the golden chords grew taut, instinct taking over and her mind became sharp-)
She did not think, not really. It was done in an instant, one moment crying out in pain and the next a sinister rattle echoing above the snarls on top of her. She did not really remember what happened clearly, only that her fear turned into rage and her hand was suddenly at its throat, claws piercing into tender flesh and her teeth cutting into its jugular vein, blood spilling onto her tongue. Isa felt it unlatch from her shoulder, a gag in its throat as it tried to get away, and she heard it give a gurgling cry as it tried to get her off. She did not let go as it slammed itself into the trees, only biting down harder and when it tried to go for her throat, she only held it away with her free hand, claws sinking into its face once again.
It ends slowly, so different to how it started, but it ends all the same as blood continued to spill from her mouth onto the jungle floor, soaking into the earth. Golden eyes glowing behind a wooden mask slit, a dangerous focus and determination flooding them as she counted the seconds and stared up at the canopy above. The struggle begins to die down, its movements become sluggish, and where the sounds it was making had been normal until that point, they now held a wet gurgling quality to them. Isa kept counting, a steady rhythm, and when it gave a final spasm above her, it went limp. She waited and waited and waited, jaw still clenched around a mouthful of fur and covered in cooling blood until she felt and heard its heart stop beating, so close to its chest she could tell the exact moment it happened. It takes three hundred and ninety-five seconds, a little over four minutes she translates without thought, for it to end.
Isa came back to herself slowly, like moving through tree sap, pushing the heavy body off until it slides to the side, but she doesn’t get up immediately. She laid there for what seemed like hours covered in the blood of her opponent and though a distant part of her felt like she should mourn, Isa in her entirety only felt relieved that she had survived. Propping herself up in one hand and clutching her thigh wound with the other, she lowly brought herself up to sit, gritting her teeth as pain flared sharply. Looking down at the cooling body beside her it suddenly registered that though she may have won this battle, she was covered in blood and the part of her that had woken up urged her to stand and leave, the scent of so much blood sure to bring in bigger things. Now taking in how small it was compared to others she had seen, she pushed herself up as fast as she feasibly could and began to move.
With the urgency to get away, Isa remembered the cliff and the shelter she would have found there as she half-limped away, it may have been minutes or seconds, but at suddenly recalling what she’d been doing before her head swiveled left and right, looking for a clue as to where she was heading, ears listening for anything that may be coming toward her. Seeing nothing but green and thick jungle, she hissed in frustration moving a little faster until she heard moving water and almost throwing herself into the space as she stumbled over in her own pain.
Stopping herself just before breaking out completely into the open, Isa scanned the riversides and when she saw no animal nearby, she stumbled into the river. Holding her breath and closing her eyes as she ducked under the surface, she never saw the water wash away the now red water, too preoccupied with smoothing her hands down the places stained in red. The jungle around her tightened at the edges, restless to help and the plants in the water barred anything from coming towards her, still in the ways they should not be. It was only when her lungs began to burn for air that she rose to her knees and took a gasping breath, coughing up excess water and wincing at the sting of open wounds on her body.
The haze of battle and the rush of new instincts began to fade, the rushing water seeming to sweep it away as her mind settled. The lightning overhead illuminated the sky above, its chaining branches stretching out like the roots of the trees and wind buffeted around her, dancing around to unheard music. In this moment sat in the river, soaked to the bone, and heaving for breath the light in Isa’s chest pulsed in time with the stars. For just a moment, Isa looked like the woman she would become, the future flickering over the present; a ghostly golden image of what was to come. It could have been minutes, more than she must have registered really, but when she finally brought herself to equilibrium Isa hauled herself to her feet and marched towards the tree line.
It didn’t matter that her body ached or that her blood began to run down her skin, all of that and more was shoved back as Isa climbed up on heavy limbs. She clenched her teeth as the wood contacted open wounds, but she soldiered on as she moved through the branches and into the canopy. It wasn’t quick, but when she crested the very last leaves, she breathed out a sharp sigh of relief as she saw the lightning illuminate the landscape. Sat there above the ground, she relaxed a little more and looked for the cliff she’d been heading towards before. She ignored the phantom feeling of claws and teeth cutting into her skin, looking this way and that until she caught sight of her destination and begun to move from branch to branch, willing each wooden limb reaching out for her to step on with so much focus she almost fell from the trees.
Ever so slowly, she moved across the expanse of branches that remained between her and the cliffside, the flashing lighting the way as the storm continued to rumble above. The closer she got to where she needed to be, the taller the cliffside seemed to become and when she finally reached the base, its imposing height created a phantom pain in her arms, reminding her of days learning how to climb and run on shaky legs. She had come so far and though she knew that it was essential to reach the zenith of its height, where the jungle sung to her was safe, Isa also knew that she would not make it all the way, not yet.
For a long moment, Isa stared up at the cliff and debated whether to find a different side with more handholds if she really had no choice but to climb, but then a small tugging on the gold in her chest caught her attention. Looking down at her feet, roots began to breach and cover the surface of the ground, starting to twine around her ankles. It was almost silly, the way Isa forgot about plants leaping to do her bidding, though her control was shaky and new. Hesitance to even think about committing to this plan warred against her creeping exhaustion, but as she looked up from the ground to the surroundings and the sky, Isa steeled herself and walked up to the rockface.
Gently placing a hand off the cliff, Isa focused on the awareness of the plant life above and below, breathing deeply as golden chords laced themselves more firmly into her perception of the world around her. Recalling the way she connected to the tree, she let the power flow through her, the feeling so natural that she just knew that’s how it was meant to be and pushed her voice through to the waiting roots and branches.
For a moment all was still and she thought that maybe it hadn’t worked, a crease forming on her brow as she whispered to the open air, “Por favor...”
Then she heard the groaning and creaking of wood, loud and suddenly all around her as the trees began to lean down towards her, branches like the reaching arms of a loved one coming to lift her in the cradle of their hold. For the first time, the songs around her quieted and she heard something new begin to form and sing in time with the beating of her heart and harmonize with the rumbling of new instincts. As the branches reached her, they held still and Isa, worn to the bone and mind filled with new things to adjust to, stepped shakily onto it and told it to rise. Ascending the rocky wall, it felt like her heart was at once both beating with adrenaline and serene in the power she held, but overcoming all other feeling was joy. Joy that after so long walking she had reached her destination and joy at the thought of finally being able to rest from the battle she had been in, to heal her wounds in peace.
Where the tree could not continue, roots broke from the earthen wall and lifted her farther as she stepped onto them, the rightness of the action spurring her faster and faster as a laugh bubbled up from her chest; It was exhilarating, it was exciting, and it felt like freedom. Reaching the very top, Isa stumbled a few steps forward and crashed to her knees, the brilliant high of her joy and the final remnants of her adrenaline fading to nothing but a effervescent bubbling as her mind began to fog over with her need to rest.
(Something in the darkened night reveled in the unfettered feeling. Something that was denied and now reclaimed, laughed at the past and bared its teeth at the notion of being caged once again.)
She would wake up hours later, wounds scabbing over, and new instincts woven into her being so thoroughly it was as if she had always had them. It would take time to relearn everything she had known before and even longer to learn about every new facet of herself, the day marking a year since Isa woke up in that dark cradle passing her by. The fight with the jaguar had taught her there were larger dangers than she was in this jungle and though she had won that fight, had clawed her way inch by inch to live, she was still young and inexperienced. The songs around her had changed just as she had, quieting itself to a low thrumming in the back of her mind for the most part, only a singular voice humming the melody louder than the rest. It spoke to her, taught her everything from the new perspective, steel hardening her voice and driven by worry, not that Isa knew that last part until many years later.
It was arduous.
Some days Isa would run for hours on end, a burst of energy burning through her and guiding her into a run, hours passing her by until she was caught in vines and roots. Little by little her stamina increased and alongside it, her strength as well. By the time half a year passed since the jaguar, she could run farther and faster, though she most definitely was not the fastest thing around. Isa was still a child and even if she did have new instincts and had changed physically as well, her limitations had only slightly changed to accommodate the final transition into becoming more than she had been in the Before. Before waking up in the cradle, before knowing the melody of the jungle and the rumble of the earth beneath her feet, before knowing what it was to be cradled by a hundred different arms, before-
(Memories that had tried to surface before, didn’t even make it to the surface as they lost their strength and surrendered to the dark, sinking down into the abyss where concrete memories were unmade into fragments of sense)
Here in the valley where she had spent long hours dozing in the sun and watching the night sky change its image is where she grew into herself over the next few years, until one day, nearly three and a half years after having woken up, Isa saw something.
Or should she say someone?
It’d been from up and across a large gap in the trees that she had first seen someone that looked a bit like her, with warm skin a few shades darker than hers. It had startled her so much that she had nearly fallen from the nest of branches that she had been resting in, having grown far too big to even lay across a singular branch anymore. As it was, she had only just been able to use this method again, but she was never more grateful for the fact that the trees themselves would have warned her if she were in danger of falling.
It was odd, like looking into the river and seeing half of herself in the body of another, but that description was wrong as well. From where she perched, she could hear noise coming from whoever this was and though she could catch snippets of words that she could understand there were some that sounded different that she had to take a moment to really figure out what they meant, like an echo of vague understanding. They were wearing colorful coverings so different from the fronds of leaves and bark that covered her own skin.
They were shorter than her and though they seemed confident in their walk she could see that they had no muscle in their body to indicate a strength that would warrant it. It was quick and though she would have let them go, something told Isa that she needed to follow them, that the jungle was dangerous, and someone as ill prepared for it as them would be in danger just by being alone.
So, climbing up until she was on her hands and feet, Isa crawled along the winding branches, following parallel to the person making the trek. Inside her chest, the golden chords seemed to settle as she watched over this new charge. As she kept pace, she felt the bark begin to creep up her neck and spread across her face, a mask falling into place as she kept watch out of sight and moved the vegetation to her whim. It was seamless, the way she moved beside them without this person being none the wiser, but to Isa it felt almost fated. As if her being there to keep them safe was what she had been meant to do, just as her care of the rainforest felt so right.
As this person kept moving and she followed them silently, she got closer and closer until she could see them clearly and from above them. It was almost startling the way she had to suppress a concerned whine and the instinct to drop down to figure out why she suddenly felt so tense at them being alone. Why did she feel so protective, like the jaguars were their cubs and the way she knew her invisible guardians were in the beginning? Looking around and casting out her awareness, she could not see anything around that would harm them, but something urged her to get them out, to deliver them where they needed to go and out of the dark jungle that they had been walking through. For someone like Isa, who had lived here in the jungle for years, had sharpened her teeth on the bones of animals that had hunted her and fought her way through every challenge, it was with learned power that she was able to walk through different places with her challenges halved.
This person smelled like prey and though she may not have the same instincts as those of the predators who lurked in the dark, she knew with certainty that if it came to blows against one of the many dangers, they would not survive the fight and that made her heart lurch. They would not be able to fight off a jaguar or run away from danger, not really. So, her soul becoming resolute, she closed the vegetation behind them as they moved, so slowly and noiselessly in the dark that they never glanced back to notice.
Minute by agonizing minute passed at a pace of leaking sap and for every moment that she spent closing the trails that the inhabitants of the forest left behind, she cast her awareness as far as it could reach, intently focusing on monitoring all that moved. As she did so, the bark on her skin grew in whorls, covering her body. She almost looked like a living tree, were it not for the skin peeking through and the movement of her body as she flitted from branch to branch. If the woman had looked up, she would have seen golden eyes peering through her from the trees, but she did not.
At least not then.
It was as they were reaching the edge that Isa felt something begin to crash through the trees, hearing far before this person did and she found herself reacting on instinct. Muscles bunched and tensed as she prepared to drop down onto the jungle floor just as a young jaguar emerged from the trees with a growl that stopped her charge in their tracks, the scent of fear beginning to make itself knows as something dangerous entered the space. In truth had she been the only one there, she would have hissed at it, tried to scare it away without needing to fight it, but the moment she clocked the way it stalked her charge she had begun to let go of the branch.
In the instance it took this person to register the danger coming from the tree line, backpedaling to try and get away, their sight was obscured by something else.
Sara del Monte had only been trying to get home, the daylight having begun to fade when she realized she needed to get home. It would have been smarter to use the well-trodden and paved paths of the Encanto to get home, but she thought it would have wasted less time to get home on time to use a shortcut often used by her neighbors to get to and from their slightly secluded homes. It was a mistake to use a path she had not known at night, but by the time she realized that she was lost the light had already faded and she had no idea where to go.
It had been a miracle she found the opening in the brush and the path by extension. It seemed that she only really knew where the path continued when she got close enough to reach out and touch the edge of a wall she’d thought had been there seconds before. It had gotten better after the first ten minutes; eyes having adjusted to the little light coming through the leaves. However, she was keenly aware of time passing, far longer than it should have taken to get home and she knew...the fact she hadn’t encountered any of the bestias nocturnas was worrying.
Animals do not go quiet for no reason. They do it to hide themselves from the predators that walk the land, to try and survive as long as possible.
It was almost inevitable, the low growling of something dangerous coming from her left, but still it startled her into turning to face the beast coming out of dark. She had started to back away, feet slipping a bit on the earth, when from above came a low, hissing rattle before she was blocked from sight.
For a moment, she didn’t know what had happened, what had dropped down to join her and Jaguar, but before Sara could even begin to puzzle out what was in front of her, it rattled. It wasn’t like the soft rattling of a child's new toy, but deep and hollow, shaking her chest with the strength behind it. All she could do was stare wide-eyed at whatever was in front of her and the suddenly whining Jaguar.
‘Dios mio....’ was the only thought running through her mind. It was a moment where her flight and fright instinct was torn in two, instead settling on freeze. Sara was not a big woman; she was one of the smallest women in her family. So, when whatever in front of her stood up and towered over her, head and shoulders easily clearing her own by a large margin, she could only stand and listen to the rattling.
(Like the moving of the earth and the snap of breaking branches so large that they could be heard over the entire jungle. A hollow, deep sound that at once could be used to scare and to coo-)
In a flash of movement, she was alone. Whatever it was that stood in front of her was gone and the Jaguar that had once been standing before her teeth bared, had disappeared. The only thing that assured her that it had even been there was the fading yowling heading in the direction of the deep jungle, faster than she could comprehend. She had stood there for long moments, trying to bring her heart back from the racing tempo it had begun to beat. Every attempt was met with stuttered breathing until she was breathing so fast her head began to swim.
She had almost been attacked. So far from her home and nowhere familiar she had been face to face with something that could have dragged her into the dark never to be seen again had whatever been between her and it not dropped down. What had happened? What was that? Where was she? How did she get so lost?
Sara wanted to go home to her family. To her mother and her little brother, where nothing bad would happen and she wasn’t stuck in the dark-
A sudden low rumbling brought her back from the edge, soothing and shaking her chest with the vibrations. She sat up from where she had fallen during her panic and searched for wherever the sound was coming from with wide eyes filled with tears. Later, she would admit that had she not seen those eyes she would have believed that everything had been a trick of the mind and adrenaline saving her from death, but as the soft light of the moon streamed down from the canopy it caught on the golden, glowing eyes of something in the tree line.
It was strange. For the first few moments that she had seen it, Sara had been prepared to run as far and as fast as she could to escape. But....they did not move any closer and in fact moved deeper into the trees. In a standstill that lasted longer than she could accurately say, neither of them moved; one struck still in startlement and the other to not scare. Those golden eyes looked at her and all Sara could think as nothing happened was, ‘they don’t look angry...’
Quite the opposite, she mused as her body untensed, and she took a small step forward in curiosity. They were higher up than anything she had ever seen with animals, almost reaching six feet. And the golden hue was more welcoming than terrifying in the moments she stared at them. The pupils dilated like a cat's eye when looking at something curious, like her own cat looked at her when she would come home after a long day at work. Really, all that was left to complete the image of the eyes was the noi-
And that was when a low cooing, rumble shook the leaves, leaving a calming emotion in its wake; an imitation pf what a purr must be for whatever it was. Sara smiled, not able to help the grin creeping rapidly across her face at the familiar sound, but as she moved to take a step forward once again, the noise petered out and was replaced by a much softer rattle than the one it had made before while moving farther backwards into the trees.
“Espera! Wait!”
The eyes that had been moving back stopped and focused on her once again, a curious look in them. She hadn’t a plan on what to do, nothing and everything on the tip of her tongue, but all she can say is, “A dónde vas?”
She could almost kick herself for asking, but for all the embarrassment that begins to suffuse her body those golden eyes face her fully and tilt, like the face they belonged to cocked its head to the side. Taking another step closer, she spoke again, “I-I want to thank you.... si tu no hubieras intervenido-” she cut herself off, needing a moment to clear her throat and her eyes. Another rattle brought her attention back from where it had wandered and those eyes moved a bit closer, leaning down to be level with her own.
In the lowlight, it wasn’t skin that she saw. Instead, the face that stared back at her was wooden and growing around it were plants sprouting from the sides, flowers blooming as she, because it was, stepping a little further into the light. She was covered in bark and her hair was intertwined with flowering vines, but what took her breath away wasn’t any of this. When she moved the jungle moved, the earth shaking with every step, and when she stopped roots wrapped around her feet, branches reached down for her and when she breathed it felt like everything around her did too; Like the very environment around her was her body and they were stood at its heart.
There was so much caught in her throat, so much she wanted to say but a sudden cry from the jungle had he looking around in fear and moving closer to her guardian. Anything she would have said was locked away and as she looked back up at those eyes, they in turn softened at her scared expression and she stood up.
They stared at her and in a moment the jungle began to move. Tree trunks leaned to the side, vines twisted themselves away, and the roots of so many plants shifted until a path carved itself out of the green and dark; a path more direct than the one she had been trying to find. Under her feet the ground began to shift and before she could even register what was happening, roots burst from the earth and lifted her into the grasp of the branches. It took her a moment to really recognize that the floor was not simply being turned but moving away from the clearing and along the path, the woman of the jungle keeping pace and overtaking her progress until she could see lights down below them at the end of the incline, she knew overlooked the town.
Isa knew that she had to get this person down from where they were, but the only way she knew how to reach the lights as quickly as she needed was to be down the cliffside. Any other route would take her longer, especially as she was carrying this woman alongside her, and a command this long was still a little more than she could handle for long periods of time; at least for now. So, looking back at her, Isa closed her eyes for a brief second and listened to her ever present guides.
(She was human, and they were not. She was not meant to know about them, not yet. Spirits or gods were never meant to be seen by them, but Isa was different. She had been flesh and blood before she had ever been theirs, like them, more than human-)
La Madre Tierra reached out and her voice, the groaning of the mountains, “Sería mejor qué no se acuerde de ti, mi amor.”
The Jungle, a chorus of a hundred different whispering voices and their leader, crooned in her ear, “Tal vez no completamente, mi amor.”
And Isa knew, just as she knew that she was something more than the animals that wandered through the jungle and the person cradled in her branches, that this woman would sleep and her mind would cloud. She would remember the impressions of her being, would recognize that something other had come to her rescue, but Isa would not be revealed. Flowers bloomed on the branches of the branches and vines holding Sara up and her eyes grew wide in wonder, not noticing her rapidly increasing fatigue.
She tried to speak, her eyes still staring at the the pale blooms, “Tan...He-hermosas...”
The last thing Sara would remember among the collection of hazy memories of golden eyes, low rattles, and sweet-smelling flowers was saying one thing.
“Madre....monte-”
(Names have power, they cement themselves in the souls of those who are given them. Spirits and gods take the names that their people give them, a claiming of their gaze and being claimed in return.
Isa was once flesh and blood, but she was more now; Something completely Other.
Her Name was Isa and Amor, but now this name, falling from the lips of the innocent, was solely Hers.)
In the coming hours, Sara would be found sound asleep at the edge of the town and Isa, looking down from the edge entrance of the mountains, breathed in time with the jungle and left the jungle of her childhood and off beyond all she had ever known.
She would be back, her heart lying here, but a hundred different voices speaking as one and the sound of the earth rending would beckon her forward, guiding her into a new chapter.
(Far away, in a house over-looking the town, a little girl stared up at a dim door and the face of carved on it. Wide eyes the color of her father’s stared up in unconcealed awe and for a moment, her eyes flickered a beautiful green.)
The following two years were a whirlwind of memories that she cherished so much. Isa had known that she had been part of an extraordinary world, but she never understood the gravity of what she was. After helping the woman in the Jungle, Isa had grown curious. For a year she had spent time hopping in and out of the valley, going farther and farther out until she had made a patrol of every place that she had seen thus far, her awareness broadened with each step taken
Time was not a concept that Isa really paid mind to.
Isa was seventeen and her life had been defined by the cyclical changes that the seasons brought, and she had been changing alongside them. Where she had needed to climb, she simply reached. Where her feet had slipped, she gracefully crossed. Where she had strained to bring a vine to wrap around her, had needed the Chorus to aid her, the jungle did without thought. It was her body as much as her own was and the separation between what was her and what was golden chords didn't exist any longer.
(Madremonte, they whispered in the dark of night. Gifts left at the edge of the jungle, taken by the time daylight breached the sky, and the memories of golden eyes and the moving of the jungle. Madremonte, they called her when lost souls found their way to Encanto with tales of raiders being dragged into the dark with the sound of an insidious rattle-)
It had been five years since she had woken up and two years since she had guided her first person to safety. That time seemed like a lifetime ago and she was so different now to who she was then, so much faster and stronger than she had been. Predators that had once challenged her now stopped when they felt her presence, often either showing a sign of submission before something greater than them or avoiding her altogether, though she was noticing a much more relaxed reaction from them as of late.
Her awareness was vast and though she was not omnipresent, she knew that if there was something that needed her attention she would know quickly as the whispers of her chorus would bring it to her attention if it was beyond her range of hearing. Isa was scarred in places she had not been before.
New ones crossing her body where the bark did not grow over them, and others only seen in the thick growth of it. The roundness of youth had left her almost completely, leaving hard earned muscle and a tall frame that reached a near seven-foot height. Her canines had grown and when she smiled, they poked out more than they had before; they had been put to good use in the past two years.
Out there, where the cradle of her childhood ended, Isa had found villages and towns filled with people so close to the jungle that she had seen the beauty and cruelty man could offer. Often, women and children would wander into her domain, unaware of the silent presence that followed them, watching, learning. Isa had seen men set out, grim faced with their minds on finding food and followed them as they downed their catch, completely missing golden eyes from the tree line. She watched all of them and when they were lost, when they needed a miracle, she felt herself soften and provide.
When families fled their homes, they found trails that led them through the jungle. They never noticed the trees falling on top of the raiders on horseback or the roots dragging those above them into the earth so quickly they had no time to cry out. When the starved searched for food, fruit trees grew near their homes, but it was with children that she acted. They were so in awe of everything around them, wide eyes, and so small compared to the world.
It had started with a little boy, curly-haired and eyes the color of tree sap. He had wandered off into the trees and away from his home, moving farther and farther away until he had realized that he didn’t know where home was anymore. He had sat down on the jungle floor and cried, but around him the jungle slowly moved itself around him. He was so small and so precious, but he was so vulnerable here in her home where he could easily hurt himself, so Isa had dropped down and her mask retracted. It was odd having her face uncovered around people, but deep in her bones she knew that a child was the exception, would always be the point where she would break away from the normal and act.
He had been afraid at first and she understood why, but as she trilled a soft rattle and playfully guided the vines to dance around and bloom, he laughed and reached for her. He was so small and in comparison, Isa was a giant to him, unafraid though he was, but oh how she melted when he giggled and grabbed her nose. Some part of Isa knew right then and there that come hell or high water, she would die before she let a child come to harm. She could have spent hours playing with him, but a far off where no mortal person could hear, she heard the cry of a woman calling out and the beginning commotion of others joining her call.
In the end, Isa had brought him closer to her chest with one hand and with the other she climbed into the trees with a leap. It was hard, moving with another attached to her, especially when he began to squirm in her grip, but as she began to hum a lullaby that she loved with the hope of calming him, he settled. She had gotten close enough to the calls that she could see light faintly moving through the trees. Moving back a bit, the roots of a large tree emerged from the ground, and she crouched down.
Willing moss to grow to make a bed for him to lay on, she moved him a bit away from her and looked down at his sleepy face. She smiled and the sweet scent of a nearby flower flooded his senses, “Buenos sueños, chiquitin.”
As his eyes closed and he went limp with sleep, she stood back up looking back at the lights getting slowly closer and disappeared into the dark jungle.
(It was a crash in the jungle that drew them further in.
When they found him curled up in the roots of the tree, they were relieved and, in the morning, when he was back home and his family asked him what happened, he would tell them how scared he had been when he couldn’t find home. He would tell them of golden eyes and a kind face, of soft rattles and the moving Jungle. He would tell them She saved him.)
Isa had tried to remain hidden from the knowledge of those unlike her.
(Some things walk into the light no matter how much you wish to hide them. Maybe not the whole of it, but fragments of things people saw while running like roots pulling evil men under...)
Had never allowed people to remember her and sent them to sleep.
(Or fruit appearing on new trees that weren't there before.)
But for this child she had shown her face-
(Sometimes it is golden eyes watching from the far shadows.)
Her eyes-
(And rarely, even the moving jungle)
Her smile.
(Whispers in the dark of shared experiences, belief growing through the years, gifts left at the edge of the jungle as offerings disappearing come morning.)
So, when she heard the cries of another scared child from her perch on the cliff and the low rumbles of a Jaguar getting closer, it was no surprise that she dropped everything-
(Stopped watching the house on the hill and followed the pull in her chest-)
And ran.
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I have returned! It only took more than a year and whatever muse I was using to come back, but I have returned lol. Anyways, we'll be seeing Mirabel in the next part so be on the lookout for that.
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Get me some high-school AUs but with gangs and shit.
Sung Jin-Woo in his past school only having one friend (Ju-Hee) but getting kicked the shit out of everyone until all the sudden he dissapears for 2 years.
Ju-Hee is worried, like crazy worried for those two years. They find him in a good state tho but Jin-Woo and Ju-Hee part ways before she is told about Jin-Woo being found. She goes to a school in Busan whereas Jin-Woo is taking the entrance to get into the first year of highschool.
And that's at the prestigious school of [Hunters] yeah let's call it that anyways all of them are affiliated with gangs of sorts.
There is like the powerful gangs of the scavengers, Liu Zhigang son of a rich mafia boss. There is Shimizu and Hoshino adopted children of the strongest yakuza Goto.
Hae-In is a student there and tends to fight quite a lot with the other students to protect those that, you know, don't come from dangerous freaking families.
She gets along and protects Woo Jin-Chul, who was the first person to treat Jin-Woo well at the new school.
(I am headcanonin both of them to be orphans which is why they gets along so well and try to help others that have disadvantages in this school, but while Haein is more focused on getting stronger physically so she can achieve her dreams of being an Olympic master, Jin-Chul is more focused mentally and wants to catch criminals when he is older.)
Jin-Woo one day tried to help her as she is having a disadvantage in one battle and then they see the true stenght of his battles.
Hae-In likes his fighting style and tells him if he wants to join in the student council. (We have elections for a student council so I though to put it here too, although I don't know if they have elections for student council other SK schools, but I thought it would be a good plot point)
Jin-Woo doesn't want to really but he does agree to help them, as long as he be in the shadows.
Yoo Jin-Ho is a kid that got helped by haein and then by jinwoo.
And since he is now Jin-Woo's friend, oh boy the fighting against organization just got leveled.
Iike to think Ashborn is a trainer that jinwoo meets along the way and the architect is disguised in the school as a teacher to see the boy improve.
Oh and Ashborn was once the right hand man of Anatares (and possibly other things uwuuuu) who is like the last boss (maybe haeins real father hahahaha) a freaking billionaire that raises his founds for all the criminal activities which is why Ashborn despite being a long standing friend could no longer continue to be with him.
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What's the au abt? I'm so intrigued!
I'm so happy that you're intrigued!! 😭❤
So this AU is about a murderous school that slowly kills the students. Max is a new student there and already doesn't like the place. David in Camp Camp is a really nice guy, but in this au, he's the complete opposite 😰 Max slowly find out that this school is not what it seems to be. No one can tell their parents cause there are eyes everywhere.
Teachers: David, Gwen, Bonquisha (IDK if that's how you spell it but oh well), The cute waitress (Her name is Julie in the AU), Daniel and Jen (The nurses), Mr. Campbell, (The principal) Dirty Kevin, (The school counseler, don't ask why)
Students: All the campers :3
Dies: Preston, SK, Nurf, Nikki, Dolph
Survives: Max, Neil, Nerris, Harrison, Ered, (And the flower and wood scouts)
THIS AU IS BASED OFF A DREAM I HAD (Also some parts are based off the Film K-12 by Melanie Martinez)
There's more but you'll just have to wait and see 😉
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SK!AU:
Don't know if you already answered this one, but.. after the Pizzaplex burn down, how much time did it pass before they started killing rulebreakers?
Also, I read Chapter 3 not too long ago. I loved when Sun did the cat thing (he's so adorable, I swear) and I burst out of laughter when Moon said "A cure has been discovered" right after the Detective was like "Oh no, I won't get to hear anymore of your jokes", I just love their dynamic so much, they always get a laugh out of me.
Keep up the good work, Meg! :D
hi Dxrk! Thanks so much! ^w^
And the boys were in town for a good while before the killings started. They started long before they got their new bodies. If I have to give a time frame, I'd say maybe a year or so after the Pizzaplex burnt down?
They had to work to earn their place in town, it was a time when people were still warming up to the idea of sentient robots.
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this is the elaboration request for the mama witch au?????
(nature wives magic baby is not a want it’s a need)
(This site where it continues)
So, anyways, Shekby casts the spell and then realizes "Oh, that didn't work, bummer..." then proceeds to go to a dna teacher page
To see if it can trace anything lethal or wrong witht he blood sample. It doesn't but it DOES show Katherine's family tree
And that's when Shelby realize, even though Kath looks pien a human, she isn't.
False and Oli are at Gems by the way cause Katherine was helping rebuild some houses and Shekbyw antes to focus on the curse.
So, Shelby goes over to Katherine, who is excited to see her but also feels like something is...off, persay. Shelby starts with the good new bad news thing, which Katha sks for the good news
Shelby responds with "Okay, so...I found out what causes your...."curse" but it isn't technically-"
And that's when she suddenly feels dizzy and lightheaded, slightly nauseous to. Katherine is immediately helping her stand upright, and she stumbled.
They figure that since Shelbys been causing spells all day and then decided to fly super fast, it messed with her stomach....but it shouldn't have been making her feel like this for a week...
#nature wives#empires smp#shubble#empires season 2#empires shelby#katherine#empires katherine#mama witch au#magic baby#his name is Thorn#asks#mama answers
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Regarding the sister ship thing… I honestly feel like you can't really trust shippers who use narusaku for their sister ship.
Just from what I’ve *personally* seen, sasu/karin & sasu/hina shippers (the main ships I see partnered up with Narusaku) have fans that are more than happy to trash on Sakura and Naruto, going on endless rants about how awful characters they are and yet… they will dedicate their time producing Narusaku content all for the sake of ~sister ships~ and it just makes it very clear they do not gaf about naruto, Sakura or Narusaku, they just want to get them out of the way of their ship.
What annoys me is that.. why can’t they just leave Narusaku tf alone. No one is forcing them to pretend to support it, the fandom is so incredibly divided nowadays that the idea of sister ships hardly exists. There is little to no solidarity between fandoms. Just stick to the characters and ship you actually like instead of being fake. Is that hard?
I’m sure at one point sasukarin & Narusaku genuinely did support each other but that has long passed since the ending.
Oh, I definitely agree with you on the account that the dynamics of the shipping fandom is super duper different.
Sadly nowadays people weaponize ships against each other and you rarely find people shipping ships for the likes of it. They just do it to spite other people.
I've seen SasuKarin being shipped by some SS antis who didn't even care about Karin back in the day, but they now do it to spite SS-ers. Which is sad, because SK is more than a weapon against SS. It has its standing ground.
Also I've noticed that recent SasuHinas, in some cases, ship it as a weapon against Sakura herself. Not because of the reasons the old SasuHina camp did. I've seen some that are purely those toxic Hinata fans, that just use SH as their ammo against Sakura fandom.
Of course, not all of them are like that, some do like SasuHina for its own potential in the AU. Or Sasukarin for the right reasons so to speak.
But yeah, the shipping fandom is sooo changed. Sadly, a lot of the old fans left and the new ones just come into the newer dynamics which are honestly even more toxic than 2014 era...
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I love how you put Riddle through absolute hell practically every time he's mentioned, but when even Azul finally takes the L instead of Riddle Azul is still okay and decently happy with it. The favoritism is so obvious lol.
This isn't a diss at all btw, I just think it's hilarious and kind of cute.
T_T truthfully, I just want the babygirls to get along and be happy. But Riddle will always be my number one. I have liked him ever since I saw his design. On the other hand, I think I started truly considering Azul when twst English was released last year because I remember sending screenshots of Riddle and Azul to my friend and asking which hand I should take. I genuinely had to consider it because I looked at Azul again and thought, oh. Maybe he is cool and not unattractive like I once thought... I still chose Riddle in the end hehe. <3 my number one love of all time.
Although I do put Azul through his fair share of pain if the Azul thoughts are any evidence. ;;;; but there is good news!! Riddle will not suffer in the smut piece I'm drafting for him!!! No pain, only happiness and lots of sex!!!! It's what Riddle deserves after suffering in nearly every writing I have of him. From Love me Not, to the goldfish Riddle au, to his side of Death Row Undertow, to his role in sk!Floyd au, to the Dr. Riddle fic, he just cannot catch a break. >_< but he will in the smut piece hehe. That is a merakiui promise!!! :D
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All the Logan’s in a Nutshell
Reverse Logan:
R!Logan: My life is amazing!
People: The world is literally in chaos…
R!Logan: With a bit of optimism, the world can be saved!
People:…
Scarlet Lady Logan (@zoe-oneesama):
SL!Logan living his life in New York: I feel like there is something wrong here… meh, let’s forget about it.
Introvert AU power (@shylittlefrogg):
Omni-hare: What’s wrong with you?
I!Logan: My father hates me for no reason, my mother was awful and never even wanted to see me, and I am so introverted that even the other introverts don’t give a damn about me!
Omni-hare: … can I give you a hug?
Logan: … yes.
Scarabella and Kitty Noir:
Omni-Hare: So, what’s he doing here?
Scarabella: Oh, that’s Logan. He helps us from time to time.
Omni-Hare: Does he use a miraculous or something?
Kitty Noir: Nope.
Omni-Hare: Then, how does he fight?
ScKn!Logan: A bunch of magical artifacts, a lot of bad luck and… SPITE!!
Omni-Hare: Okay… I am convinced.
Nier Noir (@beebeebombam):
Omni-Hare: So… what happened to other me?
Nier Noir: Don’t know. You disappeared when I changed the timeline…
Omni-Hare: This is… eerie.
Scarabee and Kitty Claws:
SK!Logan, who was raised by his father and can’t stand him: Just 4 years more… just 4 years more… than, 18 years old, and I can live my life!
Feralnette (@bigfatbreak):
Interviewer: Logan, what do you have to say about being charged as guilty for burning your mother’s house…
F!Logan: No regrets, lol!
Miraculous Descendant (@natedogx15):
Simiaster: Ladies and Gentleman, the show is about to start!
March Hare: Yey!
Simiaster: A show filled with pain, screams and death!
March Hare: Oh no!
Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black Logan (@artzychic27):
R!Logan: So, what did other me do?
Kim: Intoxicated us with spores.
Lila: Put the entire class against me to feed from the chaos.
Marinette: Almost destroyed the town.
Alya: And made a deal with Monarch to enhance your powers, turn you into a Queen of Hearts knock-off, created a suits themed army, and then revealed your nefastous plans of slaving all of humanity and make your mother queen.
R!Logan: … why do alternate versions of me end up so messed up?
Canon Logan:
March Hare: So, what happened to you.
Spellboy: My two partners abandoned me to take care of Paris alone, and, due to that, I lost all of the miraculouses and now, they blame me for everything, even though, I did the possible and impossible to keep the situation stable, while one was making out with a rich guy, and the other was having a pity party. MY life is awesome…
March Hare: … okay, my alternate versions are usually depressed, sassy or both… yikes.
#miraculous#miraculous aus#miraculous crossovers#miraculous oc#miraculous into the reverse#miraculous introvert power#miraculous descendant
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HAPPY TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY, MBK AU!!!
My Brother’s Keeper turns 2 on September 17th, I can’t even believe it! I had no idea that this crazy idea of mine would become so involved and complex, or that it would have gotten as much amazing and positive feedback to it! Thank you to all my readers, everyone who read it or gave me kudos or comments on it on Ao3! It recently hit 3000 views which utterly blows my mind. Oh, and another big thank you to anyone who reblogged any art I drew of Amber, or even drew FANART of her!
I can’t forget to say thank you to my beta readers for enabling me to keep writing this monstrosity. Thank you for all your amazing feedback, for screaming with me, and for generally keeping me sane during this process. Without you there wouldn’t be an MBK AU 💙
This year I decided to draw new cover art for the fic, since I hadn’t drawn a new one in a while. The first one was from two years ago, and I think my style has changed a bit since then XD. It was a big undertaking, with all the major characters and a background, but I’m honestly proud of it! Amber is there to protect Chiro, the Robot Monkeys are protecting both of them, and SK and Valeena are looming over them all...
We’re on season 2, but there’s still a lot of story left! I hope you guys stick with me for however long it takes me to write it. Thanks for everything!
#srmthfg#srmthg#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#srmthfg oc#mbk au#i recolored the background like five times i am never drawing shuggazoom city again XD#i also debated for a long time about the green energy rays but decided to keep them in#i was fond of them on the last poster#i'm really excited for this next year for mbk#the i chiro saga is coming up as i get constantly reminded XD#amber has grown so much as a character and i'm excited to see her continue to grow#my oc's#art i made
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I’m sorry, but I am not over this whole part while I'm re-reading: “it wasn't the next time, but after a few more dead bodies and many more warnings about your work are played on the news, you meet nikolai again. nikolai gogol is no easy prey, but you're not one to be bested twice. this time, you don't let him run. you're finally on top of him, blood pooling out of where your knife was stuck in his thigh, his coat ripped off him and abandoned somewhere else. it would be so easy to kill him now, so easy to watch him bleed out and claim his ability as yours, but for the first time, you hesitated on delivering the killing blow.” I Am So, So, Normal about this. It’s a description that’s so vivid and consumes all my thoughts. The dynamic between SK Reader and Nikolai is still making me reel. Idk, but something about him just watching SK Reader hunt and kill ability users, regardless of their affiliation or history, is so eerie. The news reporting on SK Murders [something that's haunting me, and I’m sorry about the other rambling questions I sent you earlier]. I couldn’t help but imagine Nikolai or SK Reader walking by an electronic store or maybe near a TV, and just watching, In their “everyday” life, and simply knowing about every single life they took. It’s sentences like these from your writing that send me images and flooding ideas from simple things. I love it. SK Reader hesitating is both a great and awful thing, they love someone, and not something. Niokolai’s ability is great, but it’s Nikolai that’s captured SK Reader’s attention and want. The Last Sentence is like a death toll? Like the sinking realization that SK Reader can no longer turn back like their life used to be because now they know that “this time, it's not the ability you're after, is it?” [I Really can’t express how much I love that last line.] Thank you again for sharing this wonderful Work, and have a fantastic Day Tuna! - 🦄
oh man i am wiping away my tears. not one but Two very lovely asks from you this must be my lucky day! quickly before i address your other words
nikolai goes out of his way to find newspaper articles about sk reader and drops it somewhere in their place so they can wake up and see pages and pages and photos of all their victims and the crime scenes and the ridiculous theories some people have
the time he watched them steal oguri's ability, he insisted on walking w them back to the train station because "haven't you heard? there's a serial killer targeting ability users right now. you shouldn't be walking around alone."
also pls dont apologize about the questions i was so excited to see them that i was. literally vibrating in my seat and jumping off the walls ^-^ wanted to elaborate on everything tho so its still in the drafts right now ^^ im actually very very excited about this au too so im sooo happy to see al your questions i have thought so much about sk reader that its probably? a bit concerning? and ive even planned out how id like to go about a collection of writing for this au...
also. giggling and rolling around omg im so flustered to see lines from my own writing hherhrrhfjffj thank you for all your very sweet comments i will cry over this all day and night
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