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argent-l-p · 8 months ago

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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.

#isabela madrigal #encanto madremonte au #encanto #encanto au

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago

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The mourned & the healing final pt 2

Final Part 1 here

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Riiju-Lei: *seated next to nerevar as the house heads officiate the wedding, reciting the hymns to the good daedra and honouring them with the blessings of their ancestors, all the while trying desperately to keep his attention focused on them, when all he wants to do is turn and look at his beloved seated next to him*

Nerevar: *wearing his golden helm as his ceremonial mask, moves to turn his head to look at LeiLei yet again only for the councillor behind him to turn his head head back to the ceremony as a soft reprimand making both him and Riiju-lei giggle like children*

Divayth Fyr: *reciting the final vows of union as he ties their hands together at the wrist, smiling as he watches how seamlessly the two chimer embrace each others fingers in a tight, loving grasp, something neither Nerevar nor Almalexia could bring themselves to do in the day of their union* And with this bond may now the moon and stars live peacefully among the night sky that is the house of shadow, and may the house of music sing for all to hear, melodies of love, and of triumphs to come, for with this union, a new era may dawn. Blessings of the good daedra upon you both, and upon all who witness now, the unification of Two lovers, once lost, now found, both once another, and now as one.

Everyone: *seated in tense silence*

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and removes his mask setting it in his lap, unable to even wait for nerevar to remove his helmet on his own and instead takes it off himself pulling him into a kiss making the temple erupt into cheers*

Team dragonborn: *all stand up hugging each other and cheering the loudest to be heard over the crowd*

Nerevar: *surprised for only a moment before embracing his beloved, his voryn, his leilei, deepening the kiss as he pulls him in closer before pulling back remembering his duties for just a moment* Let the celebration begin!! *stands and pulls Riiju-lei into his arms to carry him out over the threshold, leaving their masks beneath the marital arch for all to remember this moment by as the party begins, and they take off to consummate their union…*

*a few moments later*

Riiju-Lei: *ears picking up the distant sounds of celebration as the party kicks up as nerevar closes the doors to their marital chamber and lays him down on the bed* my love, we’re married, we’re really married. *smiles up at him with a soft love filled gasp* I’m your husband.

Nerevar: *grinning down at him with immense happiness in his heart* and I’m yours. *looks to the sash still binding their hands together* we’re not allowed to remove it until we’ve consummated.

Riiju-Lei: *giggles up at him* you’ve seen how flexible I am, I can work with this~

Nerevar: *laughs and leans down, kissing him deeply and stroking his hair from his face* I know my love, and even then you never fail to surprise me with how incredible your body is~

Riiju-Lei: I’m glad I can continue to keep you on your toes~ *sighs lovingly up at him as he strokes his cheek* …Do you remember your wedding to Almalexia?…

Nerevar: I?… why are you bringing it up?…

Riiju-Lei: because voryn wasn’t there… was he.

Nerevar: I… no… he wasn’t… why?…

Riiju-Lei: because it broke his heart seeing you marry somebody else… he cried by your tree near the river… our tree… but now…

Nerevar: … *suddenly lifts him up and carries him from the room*

Riiju-Lei: n-nerevar? M-my love what are you-

Nerevar: *carries him from the temple and into the empty streets of Mournhold, the entire city inside celebrating their marriage* a room in the temple is not where I wish to first bed you as my husband. *holds him close as he reaches the bridge, and their little tucked away spot by the river, and their tree* here, I want to have you here.

Riiju-Lei: *face bright red, flattered by the sentiment but very shy at the idea of doing it outside* O-oh~

*a few hours later*

Nerevar: *armour in a neat pile beside his and Riiju-Lei’s clothes, now resting on his back staring up at the stars, the sky now clear of ash and smoke for the first time in so long* that… that was incredible-

Riiju-Lei: *resting his head on the other chimers chest, grass in his hair and his heavy marital robe covering them like a blanket* you’re incredible I-… I don’t think I can feel my legs after that-

Nerevar: *smiles and kisses his hair, rubbing his fingers through it* I’ll carry you inside darling, We’ll get cleaned up and join in the party… *holds up his wrist still tied to his* how on nirn you got our clothes off without untying this I’ll never know.

Riiju-Lei: *giggles* I told you~ I’m flexible. *nuzzles against him and sighs* can we just, lay here for a moment more though please?… or forever?…

Nerevar: *smiles rubbing his back, his heart feeling full, and his mind, finally at peace* yeah my love… forever, sounds good.

#riiju lei dragonborn #indoril nerevar #nerevar #voryn dagoth #skyrim

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omegaradiowusb · 1 month ago

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SEPTEMBER 30, 2024 (#386)

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Omega still makes moves through its Autumn lightning-round broadcasting season. We found so many golden-era veterans releasing new cuts that we couldn't help put together another deluxe hip-hop / rap broadcast. All-time champions of the mic- dominate the hour, including some whom haven't released an album in years. We also have current names on the radar, too.

There's plenty more new, current, and favorite sounds and artists we've yet to play during our final broadcasting season of Year 12. We have our annual 'second chance' broadcast to end the year, and we're also currently planning our 'Winners of '24' editions as well. See you in two weeks.

October 14, 2024: deluxe Omega

October 28, 2024: deluxe Omega

November 11, 2024: deluxe Omega

November 25, 2024: final deluxe Autumn Omega + Year 12.

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sukuna-thirst-trap · 3 years ago

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✧ Sukuna Ryomen x Geisha!fem reader pt.7✧

✧ Tagging: @spn-obession @ladywolf44005

✧Word count: 6K

✧ Warnings: Smut, Minors dni, oral, blood/gore, fingerbang, teasing, rough smut, swearing, double penetration, anal, blood, mention of death

✧18+ | Minors DNI✧

✧ Notes: Thanks to all those likes and reblogs again, I really appreciate seeing comments or tags talking about how people like this little series. It truly brings joy to my heart.This is yet again another long chapter but I swear I made up for it with some juicy smut towards the end.

✧ Timeline: Heian Era- Golden age of Jujutsu [this felt important to add]

✧ Word explanations:

Senior Geisha/Geisha Mother- Is not the biological Mother of a Maiko in training, but rather a mentor that the Maiko follows and supports while learning from.

Maiko- A young Geisha in training that is not quite yet of age.

Okiya- an establishment which houses Geisha and Maiko

Takamakura- Japanese pillow used by Geisha’s and Maikos to preserve their hair.

Yukata- bathrobe or cotton robe worn to bed.

-Several years ago as a Maiko-

Within the establishment were women who cooed to men from balconies high above, prostitutes that were beautiful but not as much as a Geisha. Men gawked and sometimes fights broke out. Yet there was always a room where a Geisha would perform her duty to art, entertaining those who come and go into the establishment. Even though the prostitutes were alluring, they just didn’t quiet have the same movements as a Geisha, or that petite and delicate smile.

Maikos were always by their senior Geisha’s side, and would often perform after their ‘mother’ would finish up. It was a learning experience that brought Maiko’s into the real world of a Geisha. What is to be expected, how to move and sway as well as allure those who watched.

In such an establishment with lanterns that lit the corridors and main rooms, allowing a dim appearance that made a Geisha’s face glow. This particular one which housed you and your senior Geisha mother, as well as many other Geishas, was a fine establishment fit for even though of nobility.

Only the best could enter inside the building, only the best would pay for what they wanted. Even if it was to simply sit by the side of a Geisha or watch her dance, sing and play music. Yes, at times there were women who would beckon to the men, leading them into rooms for intimacy.

Prostitutes were only few, but they made plenty of money that continued to pay for the establishments fees. They were also a means to prevent men from becoming too physical with a Geisha.

Yet to westerners it was not like some wild west brothel.

It was calm and quiet. Women would wear kimonos, although they differed from that of a Maiko and a Geisha, they were still beautiful women with a desirable appearance.

Tonight music played throughout the restless village, as many travelers came and went by. It was humble, almost meditative in a way despite how rowdy it could get outside in the streets. The scent of warm food often flowed into the establishment from the small outside street stalls, or the aroma of incense that would linger which the madam would light every few hours.

This was the way of a Geisha, the way of a Maiko. This was art and art was in many different forms. But to a Geisha she was always dedicated to the art of dance,music and drawing.

Westerners had their views, but a Geisha wasn't some prostitute. Geishas entertain and that was a part of your life, your career. The love of art.

Dancing on the stage was a beautiful Geisha, the way she moved was fluid and divine. Like she was floating on the very air she breathed in.

Still in your Maiko years you were always in awe of your senior geiko. This Geisha however was the one you inspired to be like, she was your mentor and in a way much like a mother to you.

Since the age of 5 you were sold into a Geisha okiya. The madam was strict, you had to learn the traditional ways of caring for your hair, of sleeping on a takamakura and if you so much as rolled you would end up with sticky rice in your hair.

A shameful act.

Your eyes darted up to the geiko who bowed and finished her performance. A man in the crowed was cooing to her, making offers of sexual advances. A large bag of yen was rattling in the palm of his hand.

With a swift sway of her hand and a few direct words she redirected the man's attention back to her performance.

" How did I do, should I have improved more on my turn?"

This strategy worked, as a geiko and maiko is taught well how to defuse and redirect sexual advances such as this.

You watched, a little concerned for your 'mother' until she smiled, bowed and finally returned by your side.

" See, it's easy" soft and gentle you would describe her voice like honey.

The way she smiled, the way her red eye makeup made her eyes all the more stand out, she was the true definition of beauty, or art itself.

With a gentle nod of your head, you agree to your mother's words. A delightful smile graced upon your lips as you felt a little more confident in your performance soon to take place tonight.

Many knew a Maiko was off limits, that didn’t stop those who thought they were above the law. Often the Madam made sure you knew how to persuade particular patrons to another subject.

One of your biggest fears had always been when it concerned men who gawked and attempted to make offers such as this.

What would you do when you became a geiko? Even the thought of your misuage to pay off your debts made you afraid as you let out an unsteady sigh.

The Senior Geisha gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. She had faith in you, something not many had in others.

" I'll return shortly, just do your best, ok?" with a reassuring nod the geiko turned swift in her heels and left.

Oddly enough the man who had made an offer had also followed the geiko to a room to the side. What did that mean?

There was no time for such thoughts, the sound of the drums alerted you to the next act, your act.

A low bow, you rose to your feet and approached the center of the stage. You waited for the music to begin, only then did your dance of art begin

With a fan in hand you moved with grace. Not as good as the senior Geishas but it was still beautiful.

Those who watched, watched in awe. They smiled, they looked happy.

Dancing was a form of art, the way your kimono moved was exactly right. For if a customer was not happy and made a complaint the madam would be sure to make you pay.

Ruled by fear and living in a toxic environment had made you be this way. Selfless and obedient they say. In truth this only harbored a deep desire and when Sukuna had been the one to open that up to you, it unleashed something buried deep inside. A lust, a longing that couldn't be pushed aside.

Later that night, after you made your performance did you learn the truth of your so-called mother.

The rule was simple, a Geisha isn't to offer sexual services, but sometimes and only sometimes is an offer high enough a Geisha may accept and only to one man. Even to bear him children as long as she remains his, much like a mistress.

You felt lied to, and maybe that is what drew this curse within you out more and more .

Was being a Geisha worth it? Was selling your body ok? All for the name of Art?

It was this very memory that brought you back, time and time again to the hardship of life. The lies and toxicity you lived within. It was that life which made you cling to the King of Curses and serve him, body and soul.

— present—-

A few weeks had passed since being in Sukuna’s company, his temple was now your new life and your home.

On many occasions you sat by Sukuna’s side during his official moments. Whether it was a meeting with a guest in the tea house or by Sukuna’s side sitting just below him while he sat upon his throne.

You had to admit seeing blood gushing from innocent people did make your skin crawl, but you understood that Sukuna kept you by his side simply because he found you kept his temper at ease. To a point at least.

It was also his way of preparing you for the world you existed within by his side. A world where assination attempts will be carried out, or when sorcerers themselves showed up. You had to be prepared for that, for the horrors of seeing blood and gore even if you didn’t like it.

Just as Sukuna found you to comfort him and keep his temper steady, you also found the same in a way with Sukuna. Such horrors he committed, even though he was the one committing it, when by his side you at least felt a little less nauseated and less frightened. Why did it comfort you to be by his side?

Words didn’t quite explain it at all.

However tonight was different, a man with stitches upon his forehead sat opposite to Sukuna while you sat closely by Sukuna’s side in the teahouse. Often you would glance at the man briefly, he didn’t seem like Sukuna, he seemed off... Yet there was something between the two which prevented Sukuna from lashing out or using his curse technique to end the others' life.

Either you kept your gaze low and averted from other strangers, or you looked at Sukuna and often placed your hand on his thigh to comfort him whenever you saw the faint pop of a vein on his forehead, or clenched fists or gritted teeth. You had promised to protect him at all costs. Even if it meant giving up your whole entire soul and life in the process.

“ I’ve heard rumors of a six eyes in the area. you know one of them defeated me not so long ago” The stranger spoke, his lips forming into a cruel smile.

One which made you sick. Sicker than seeing Sukuna lose his temper and go on a slaughtering of sorts.

This man was vulgar, something never sat right about him and you felt Sukuna even had a similar feeling. The way Sukuna drew his upper lip and bared his ivory fangs with distaste said enough.

How dare he speak to the King of Curses as if implying that someone could threaten the life of Sukuna. How dare this stranger even think such a thing.

Such bitterness also reflected in you as well, you lowered your gaze to the floor and scowled in disrespect. This was not the way of a Geisha, but it was the way you were with Sukuna.

“ Are you implying something? “ A bitterness rose from Sukunas throat.

Almost like that of a low growl.

Instinctively you put a hand to Sukuna’s shoulder, as if your touch alone could heal his soul. Even if you half wanted to see this stranger suffer for such disrespect towards Sukuna, you still felt the need to keep Sukuna at most level headed. After all this stranger could have easily been trying to bait The King of Curses into a fight for all you knew.

“ Oh No, no! I simply mean that they are more trouble then they are worth” A soft shrug, a playful look.

This stranger was anything but that. It was a mask, one you had learned to read during your Maiko training years and also as a Geisha.

“ Good! “ Sukuna said in a cynical way, a giant smile lit across his lips. One that wasn’t to be taken lightly, it was the sign Sukuna was border line about to snap.

“My apologies' “ The stranger softly said, almost appearing more meek than before.

How worrisome, you thought to yourself as you furrowed your brows and raised a look to Sukuna.

Sukuna’s gaze remained unwavering, a heated look that was all eyes on the stranger. You lowered your gaze once more and remained as respectful as possible.

It was often that Sukuna put you on display like this. Not only for keeping him calm and happy, but also to show you off to the whole world. How beautiful you were and how you were all his and no other mans.

Sukuna was full of such pride and ego. Envious of the world and burning it to the ground, Sukuna wanted you to be the most prized trophy in all of his collection.

Having you attend these little meetings, even if you didn’t offer and pour tea as such a thing was only exclusive for Sukuna, was like showing off how big his cock was to other men.

It was fairly simple. Pride and ego.

Peacefully and gracefully you sat, despite the unpleasant look upon your face caused by this stranger. At least Sukuna wasn’t sending this stranger flying…yet.

Their conversation began to dive into the Sorcerer world. One thing you had learned about a great deal was Curse techniques, Sukuna had his own unique attacks as well as others. From what you could tell this stranger was talking about, a six eyes was someone with immense power and someone that all people should be concerned about. Especially to someone like Sukuna.

Sukuna however did not seem to care, clearly his ‘friend’ was trying to bait him into going out and killing a six eyes only to protect the other. Worthless, Sukuna bitterly thought. How dare someone even think to use him in such a manner.

With a limitless technique, it would prove to be a struggle to take on a six eyes, a boring one for Sukuna as that would seem rather than anything else. It felt like the stranger was seemingly provoking Sukuna’s rage, but he was struggling with you being in the room.

This man with the stitches can deal with a six eyes on his own. In fact, deal with the whole Gojo family.

Good, you thought.

You wanted this man to realise that just because you were a woman didn’t mean you were going to just simply be a mindless slave. That was why Sukuna liked you, you always spoke up and dared to do what others thought not to do. You never bored him, not once and that was why you still remained alive.

Sukuna wasn’t going to ever admit it, women come and go by his side and they all end the same way. All but you, you were someone he would cherish forever. As long as you remained by his side and loyal.

While the talking continued, Sukuna seemed to visibly relax, the stranger always smiled and the stench of lies coming off his breath all the more. You didn’t like this man one bit, but if Sukuna was allowing them to live for more than five minutes then that meant something.

Eventually their talking came to an end. The stranger bowed their head, a twisted grin always on their face.

Respectfully they left and for a moment you sat in silence with Sukuna, only turning your head to look up at him. You had to question what Sukuna was thinking in that head of his, for his eyes didn’t leave that doorway for quite some time until Uraume appeared and announced the stranger had left.

After Uraume left you heard Sukuna sigh heavily as he rubbed his temples either side of his head.

“ Are you ok? “ You ask as you wrap your arms around one of his larger arms.

“ I’m ok” Replying with a smile, you watch that glimmer in Sukuna’s eyes return.

Planting a kiss on his bicep, you snuggle into Sukuna’s side, just like any other time before.

“ You know I’ve been wondering about something” You finally asked as you pressed your cheeks against Sukuna feeling the faint warmth of his skin against yours.

“ Hmmm? Anything for you, My little Geisha.” Gently patting you on the head, Sukuna gave approval to your curious mind.

Looking up at him with a coy smile, you found a book in one of the temple libraries, where you often spend your time. The book contained…well some interesting sexual acts. The title was kama sutra, although sex with Sukuna was never boring some of the things spoken about in this particular book sounded very…appetizing to say the least.

Yet one thing…one thing had caught your attention. Shibari. Although it was a known traditional art, it was never spoken much about and given some certain positions…You had to fantasize about doing it for a few days now. It only seemed like the perfect time to pop the idea out into words.

“ My lord, would it be ok to someday try shibari, on me of course? “ You smile, a little giddy and maybe drunk on the idea of what Sukuna could potentially do to you in such a devious position.

To this Sukuna replied with a deep chuckle, amused with your new found nature, how devious and sinful you had gotten while being around him.

“ If it means leaving you vulnerable to my touches..then yes. Why don’t I just tie you up in mid air and blow your brains out too” Tongue and cheek, Sukuna never seemed to fail with that chaotic nature.

It drove you mad in a lot of ways as you softly giggled and nodded in agreement with Sukuna’s words.

“ I’d love that. All the more power for you, my Lord.” You chirp with joy clearly in your tone.

What was more ideal about this for Sukuna? You were like a small household pet, cherished in a lot of ways, cared for even more so. To women who knew what the king of curses was like would have been afraid, yet your adoration to Sukuna made him pleased.

Your life had been one of service and he gave you freedom under his rule, you were happy and he was happy even more that you enjoyed the life Sukuna had giving you.

“ Then I best go and prepare myself” You tease as you stand and hold your hand out towards Sukuna.

Even though Sukuna was far taller, had more weight to him, he found it amusing you offered to aid him in standing up. Of course the King of Curses didn’t need help, but the way you looked at him with such a beautiful smile that it even made your eyes glow seemed hard to reject.

Taking your hand in his, Sukuna pulled you down without hesitation and held you in his arms.

“ Only after I kiss you and hold you in my arms for a bit” Smiling as he looked down at you.

You rested gently on his lap with your legs on the side of his hips.

Planting a soft kiss on your lips, you felt a longing in Sukuna, a passionate burning feeling as he deepened the kiss by flicking his tongue out and across your lips as you opened your mouth and allowed entrance for his tongue to tango with yours.

After a heated moment, Sukuna finally whispered in your ear to go and get ready for him.

Of course you didn’t waste any time, asking Uraume to run a hot bath for you with some nicely scented oils. You soaked for a while there in the privacy of the bathtub where no one was watching you. Fingertips gliding down your stomach as you gently gasped imagining it was Sukuna’s own hands.

Often you found yourself like this, thinking of Sukuna as you allowed two fingers to dip between your soft folds of skin, entering the inside of your pussy as you gently stroked the tender area. Hot and warm, that's how you felt as you gasped and tried to remain as silent as possible.

Thinking of Sukuna’s tongue invading you, you bit your lips and stifled a moan as you let yourself get taken away in the moment. Only pulling yourself out just before nearing an orgasm. It was best not to spoil the moment, not for your lord, Sukuna.

Even though you hated not being able to finish yourself off, you also knew it was worth it. Only allowing Sukuna to bring you to that ultimate climax that made you convulse and scream loudly his name in pure pleasure and lust.

Making sure you were clean from head to toe, you finally left the warmth of the bathtub and dried yourself off. Only placing a small silky Yukata on which was loosely done up around your waist.

Not even Uraume would dare to look at you in this kind of state, you felt comforted by that as you took a look in the reflection of yourself in the mirror and paused for a moment or two.

If anything you thought of yourself as the ideal perfection for a woman as you blushed and stepped outside of the bathroom and down the hallway. The night was now late, most of the servants had gone to bed by now and Uraume would be attending to the grounds doing their nightly stroll ensuring no one got to Sukuna.

This gave you all the freedom to be like some lustful concubine as you made your way to the bedroom you shared with Sukuna. Thoughts invading your mind of all the things you could and will do to Sukuna tonight.

As you opened the Shoji door you realized the room was dimly lit with a few small candles, a large long piece of silky black fabric hung from the beams of the room above. Sukuna stood in a corner with arms folded over one another, leaning against a wall.

“ Did you prepare yourself well enough for me, hmm? “ The way his words purred out from his lips made you blush.

“ Of course my lord, for you and you only. “ You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

“Good “ Sukuna smiled, all four eyes on you, looking down to that soft supple skin of yours that revealed the faintest glimpse of cleavage.

You began to undo the small sash around your waist which kept the yukata on neatly. However at the faintest disapproval sound of Sukuna, you stopped and looked up at him with a soft but confused look.

“ Did I offend you my lord? “ You smile, even if you shouldn’t have.

“ Come here, my Little Geisha” Sukuna cooed to you as you approached without hesitation.

Standing before Sukuna, you looked up at him as he placed his hands over yours, pulling them away while the other set of hands undid the sash you had almost undone a mere second ago.

How careless, it should only be Sukuna to undo such a thing as you softly giggled and allowed Sukuna to easily unwrap you. Just like a sweetly wrapped gift. Pushing the fabric off your shoulders, the yukata slid off and down your arms before dropping to a pile by your feet.

“ Are you sure about this? “ Sukuna raised a brow as he softly smiled.

Even if you said no, Sukuna probably would have seduced you into the idea. However it was you who wanted this, it was you who was begging for a thrashing.

“ I am” The words whisper out of your lips as you lean in close to Sukuna.

With little to no effort, Sukuna lifted you up with just one set of his arms. Instinctively you wrap your legs around Sukuna and hold onto him while the King of Curses walked over to the silky fabric which hung down loosely. Using his other arms to gently tie your wrists up above your head, you watched Sukuna watching you. His eyes never moving away from yours.

Gently he kissed you, so soft it was hard to tell if he was about to bite your lip in surprise or pull away. It kept you on edge as you leaned in for more and more of the kiss and heard Sukuna briefly chuckle beneath his breath.

So soft and gentle the fabric was as your hands were bound up above, the fabric sash was placed around your waist for support, your hips and legs until you remained in a complete state of aerial suspension. Your face was lowered to the ground, your buttox raised to be higher, just at the perfect standing height for Sukuna.

Like a predator he circled around you, admiring you with a craving look, like a hunger that needed to be satisfied. Your face turned at the idea of him lunging at you with unpredictable speed and strength.

This turned you on, being his prey. Being vulnerable to whatever may come.

With everything now on display for Sukuna’s eyes, touches and tongue, there was nothing that would get in his way. Remaining as silent as possible, you enjoyed this new found kink of yours.

You felt Sukuna grab your thighs with a set of his arms, his warm breath was so close now against your inner thigh area. Feeling such warmth touch your sensitive and exposed pussy, you gave a slight shudder with pleasure.

From the very start of this whole relationship with Sukuna, whenever he pinned your hands above your head, it stirred something within you. Something that made your pussy dripping wet, your heart beat with an insane drumming. Enjoying being left like a dangling piece of meat before Sukuna.

Even the King of Curses admired this about you. How willing you were to give your whole body to him. His own personal little geisha. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, Sukuna knew this as he smiled with delight.

The things he could ask of you, the desirable tests he could toss your way.

Leaning in, Sukuna flicked his tongue against your wet pussy, coating it with his saliva before drawing away. The cool air rushing over your pussy added to a whole new sensational experience. This caused you to gasp while Sukuna took his time to trail his hands over your body. Caressing every inch of you from your breasts to your hips.

Long black nails, like claws trailing against your flesh, barely scratching your skin while you let out an excited giggle of sorts. Sukuna had found you enjoyed this a lot, having his nails just tease you a little bit before digging them into your skin.

Another teasing touch of his tongue, this time you felt Sukuna push his face against your ass as he sucked and licked at pussy that screamed for his cock. A sudden moan erupted from your lips. You couldn’t move or do anything but simply feel like you were floating.

The tightness of the fabric around your body was all the more exhilarating in this position. You loved it, even though you shouldn’t, you did.

His other set of hands reached up and played with your breasts. Clawed fingers pulling on the sensitive buds which again made your mouth drop open as you jolted and moaned. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“ Y/n” His voice was greatly muffled, but you heard him clear as day. “ How about I do something a bit...different”

What more could Sukuna do? It was no surprise Sukuna was able to modify his body in many ways. A set of mouths on his hands could disappear and reappear at will, even that stomach tongue of his would only be present when he allowed it to be.

Pushing down the fabric he loosely wore around his waist, Sukuna exposed one of his cocks as it twitched in excitement, wishing to coat his member in your pussy juices. A loud audible sound of pleasure came from Sukuna as he smiled from ear to eat.

God the things he was about to do to you, Sukuna knew what he was about to do would drive you overboard this time.

Gently he rubbed his cock against your wet pussy, lowering your body with a swift movement of the fabric which gave him a lot of control over your position. Perfect for his own desires.

The tip of his cock pushed against your pussy, barely entering as he teased you, hearing you stifle a moan. You wanted to beg for more, you ached and throbbed for his full cock to pound inside of you. But what was the point of orgasm too fast?

Teasing you, slowly and gently with each subtle intrusion inside of you with his thick head, Sukuna knew exactly what got you going.

And then you felt…something else.

All of his hands were busy, you didn’t know what else there could be until you felt another tip of a cock head pushing against your other entrance.

What a crazy desire that suddenly filled you, something you never dared to think of. Only Sukuna.

Two cocks…how could you have not thought or even known. The King of curses had been holding out on you, waiting for this very moment, waiting to see just how far his personal little Geisha was willing to fall. And now? Now that he had you right were he wanted you, full of lust and a wet pussy, it was time to fully unload all of that pent up rage within himself.

Already aware that pushing too hard would cause you more grief and pain, Sukuna probed and prepared your untouched entrance with much care. Sukuna didn’t want to hear your screams of pain right now, he wanted to hear you loudly call his name, to scream with pleasure and lust filled eyes.

If something was done wrong in this area it would cause severe pain and even though Sukuna enjoyed that, you were his perfect little Geisha. There was no way he was willing to break you like some dumb whore. You were more than that, to Sukuna.

A finger slid down between your ass cheeks and gently probed before entering inside the other hole, you gasped at the sensation unsure of how to feel. A flutter of butterflies began to swirl in your stomach feeling the gentle strokes his finger made. Another finger slid into your pussy from his other hand.

What a mind blowing feeling and it was only his fingers. Another finger entered your other hole, you shuddered and let out a moan. Was it pleasure or pain? You kind of liked both at this point as your pussy throbbed with desire feeling another finger also enter into your dripping wet hole.

Two fingers in each hole, it was driving you crazy mad, your eyes rolled back and your heart beat was in your ears.

“ Oh Sukuna” His name leaves your lips as you gasp for air.

Behind you, you could Sukuna purr with delight, his steamy breath and smile excited you as you imagined the look on his face was one of lust as well. How his eyes would be focused on both your ass and your face.

Pulling out his fingers, Sukuna gently stroked his throbbing cocks, coating them in your fluids before finally and at long last pushing both heads into both of your holes.

So tight! Your brain went foggy as you gasped, shuddering all the more as your back arched as best as it could. Feeling two cocks against your walls was something so devious and shameful. Like being fucked by two men, yet Sukuna was all you needed.

Pushing his cocks in slowly with each and every thrust, you couldn’t help but feel a hot steam of tears come down your cheeks, not from pain but from pure delight. You couldn’t keep your mouth wet enough as you moaned a little louder with each and every push inside of you.

“ Sukuna” You manage to breathe the words out in a low tone. “ God, Sukuna!” Gentle words turn to a loud scream of a moan.

The King of Curses was pleased with how much he made you scream and beg for more. Sukuna had barely started and you were already losing it over both his cocks. What fun this was, Sukuna thought to himself.

Both hands held tightly onto your hips, you knew what was coming but when? Sukuna really wanted to push you. Sure you spend countless nights going at it, seeing who could last the longest, but Sukuna wanted to see how long it took for you to lose all sense of sanity.

Looks like I’m close, Sukuna mentally thought as he licked his lips with an unsatisfied thirst.

A hard thrust deep inside both of your holes with both cocks!

God! You screamed louder than before as Sukuna lowly snickered thinking of how greedy you both were.

Harder! You thought, Harder!

You wanted to scream the words out but the only sounds you made were loud screaming moans over and over again. Only the thing fleshy layer between both holes prevented Sukunas cocks from touching and boy was it a filling feeling.

Thick, rock hard cocks that twitched in different times, pounding inside of you relentlessly without a hint of mercy.

This was something Sukuna had only done with a few, and when fucking with both cocks…well The King of Curses found it more pleasurable then one.

Like double the orgasm.

Above your head, your hands formed into tight little fists, grasping at the fabric. You wanted to dig your nails into Sukuna but you couldn’t, being suspended like this was on another level and being fucked like this? God…Sukuna had no idea the lustful desire he just unlocked inside of you.

Harder, faster, you felt his thrusts quicken, like a wild curse he fucked you to the point you would be sore as hell in the morning. But you didn’t mind, you enjoyed it as he pounded inside of you. Both cocks pushed into tighter areas within you.

You clenched your muscles, an orgasm was about to hit you really hard, your brain was losing it, you just simply lived to be fucked as saliva dripped down your mouth like some dirty whore at this point.

“ Y/n…” You heard Sukuna breathlessly say “ You’ll make he fucking cum if you keep that up” His words were full of intoxication, a subtle warning which you couldn’t help.

Why? Why was it when he was threatening and intimidating was he so damn attractive? Why did it get you so crazy like this as you felt the orgasm begin to take hold your breath seeming to be caught in your chest

Sukuna wanted this, he wanted you to be almost unable to go for another round. The King of Curses wanted to overload you with all his hot sticky cum, fill you up till you can't be filled anymore.

As your orgasm felt like it was taking over your body, making you feel all tingly in every inch of your body with pleasurable electrical shocks, you clenched down as hard as you could, your vaginal walls becoming like a suction on his cock which also affected the other entrance too.

Fluids gushed out and onto his cock, you couldn’t help it as you convulsed with little to no control, your body shook as you gasped for air. More fluids squirting out of you all the more with every spasm of your pussy.

“ Fuck!” Loudly Sukuna yelled, a sudden burst erupted from both his cocks as it sent a wave of hot sticky cum inside of both your holes filling you up.

“ I can’t stop!” Sukuna announced with pure evil delight.

Fucking you harder, his thrusts didn’t seem to stop, nor did your moans. The fluids both of you were spilling only made the clapping of your ass cheeks that much louder. Sukunas balls slapping against you and hitting your clit as you hit an all new high.

“ Please…Sukuna…More…MORE!” The words flew from your lips without a single shred of thought.

Both his enlarged and raging cocks smashing inside of you without any sign of stopping. The King of Curses was riding on a major high, this…this kind of fucking was his most favorite and with all that cursed energy, Sukuna was just full of far too much to stop now.

Again, Sukuna needed to unload, unload everything until you were too full for even his cocks. All this stress from the day, all this pent up rage. It had to come out somehow. And all the more it made Sukuna drive further and further into that insane state he was so well known for.

“ Again!” Sukuna lolled his eyes back. “ I’m going to keep fuck you again and again!”

Such wildness, a sight of a true curse.

What made it worse was you also were just as bad. The feeling of hot sticky cum between your ass cheeks and flesh was so slutty and shameful that you were proud to be all Sukuna’s. Such a filling feeling you had never imagined before made you want more and more.

“ Again!” you softly say in reply to Sukuna.

Another night full of fuckery. When would it ever end?

End notes: It always seems to be a me thing to do some heavy smut near the end of each chapter. I swear.

One thing I realized I had been neglecting with Og Sukuna was his two cocks and I figured to make up for that would be his body manipulation. So Kuna going balls deep here till he can’t bust a nut anymore.

Next chapter will be the last one. I’m kind of keen to write it but also a little sad to as well.

I do hope though I did justice to that double penetration though. Something I’ve never written before.

#jjk smut #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk reader insert #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanart

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tinystern · 2 months ago

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T-TIME : Grrrgak Episode 01 ft. Hongjoong

#hongjoong #ateez #ateez gifs #hongjoong gifs #kim hongjoong #ksource #golden hour #era * golden hour pt. 1 #*mine #*joong

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 years ago

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A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

#aerynwritesdc21 #richard alonso muñoz x reader #jonathan levy x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #santiago garcia x reader #victoriano ramirez x reader #laurent leclaire x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #llewyn davis x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #duke leto x reader #poe dameron x reader #abel morales x reader #sfw.#nsfw.

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tf-reconciliation · 4 years ago

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Prime Megatron vs. IDW1 Megatron analysis that no one asked for

This is really slapdash and was done in like an hour and a half this morning so there’s probably some incorrectness about timeline stuff (especially with IDW1 Megs), but this is pretty much all opinion. This is also really long, so I put it under a read more.

There’s some things to think about regarding Prime Megs vs other Megses with similar backstory (thinking primarily IDW1 [and this is all my interpretation based on what we get in MTMTE] Megs).

In Exodus, it’s implied early on that while Megs does want to reform the government of Cybertron he wants to do it with him at the top as “Prime.” My impression of this is that he has a thought process of “the government sucks, I could do it better, and I deserve to be the one in charge of doing it.”

Here’s Megatron’s speech to the Council in Chapter Thirteen of Exodus, without the narration unless it’s crucial for context:

“In the beginning I had not name. None of us did. We spoke to each other, down in the mines and the smelters, by electronic signature. We indicated each other by function. We assigned each other nicknames. I was D-16, named for the sector of mine where I conducted demolition operations. And then I saw my first match in the gladiator pits. That is where I first learned how life was for the lower castes that none of you ever take a nanoclick to consider. Each Cybertronian in that balcony has seen more Cybertronians die himself than the total of you in the rest of the gallery. Our lives are worthless!

Until--Until we decided we had worth. We, the lower castes. We, the bots who die in subsurface mills and factories creating all of the things that you up here take for granted. We learned that we were individuals by facing off against each other in the gladiator pits in Slaughter City and Kaon, and how did we know we were individuals?” He waited for a moment to let the question sink in. “We knew we were individuals because as we killed our opponents in the ring, we saw in their deaths the realization that they were individuals. And so we knew we were, too. In killing, we understood life. In being the most disposable of commodities--a gladiator, whose remains are thrown into the junkpile to be picked over and scavenged, the healthy pieces sold off to brokers in Iacon and Crystal City--in being disposable, we discovered that we had value. Someone would pay us for what we did. Someone would cheer when we killed, and roar in anger when we died.

So if our lives had worth--even to others just as worthless as we were--then we had the right to names. And that is how the sequence of events started that led to me being here before you today. My friend Orion Pax, I thank you for helping our cause gain this platform; and to the High Council, I express my thanks for your time and attention.”

This is your usual fare for miner-cum-gladiator-cum-revolutionary-cum-tyrant Megatron. The Council goes on to ask him about the bombings at Six Lasers (among others), and he says that he had nothing to do with it and that he “disavow[s] any act that does not ultimately herald a new and better era on Cybertron.” The Council then asks, “Are you not responsible if your rhetoric excites those unfortunates without your willpower, though? Do you not have the same kind of responsiblity that this Council and its members have, if your leadership position is to be taken seriously?”

Megatron does not directly answer the question. Instead he says, “What you have to worry about is what will happen if my leadership is not taken seriously.” I kind of see this response as a thinly veiled threat to the Council.

Now, this chapter is ultimately from Orion Pax’s point of view, so we get his views on things: “Orion Pax couldn’t decide whether to admire him or be scandalized that he could stand up in front of the High Council and ignore the truth.” Orion believes that Megatron is ultimately responsible for these bombings because of his rhetoric.

The plot moves on with Halogen, the main dude on the Council, calling for the Guilds to speak . Orion then gets up to speak, first insulting the Guild representative and subtly blaming the Guilds for loosing contact with the colony worlds. It is Orion who calls for the Council to choose a new prime: “Choose well, for a Prime might either lead Cybertron to a new golden era in history, or stand by as the dark energies of anger and resentment explode into planetwide chaose and war.”

We then move into chapter fourteen.

Halogen then goes on to say that these two have a point the caste system has already begun to be upended. Most of this is just plot and talking about Sentinel Prime and how he’s missing.

Orion has an epiphany: “We cannot count on anything. No existing structure can handle the problems we have raised.” And he realizes that Megatron has realized it as well, but has had a different reaction:

“Megatron looked as if he could gleefully have presided over the permanent and total destruction of every institution of Cybertronian civilization. Orion Pax wanted to be free. But if there were no Cybertron, if there were no Iacon or Hydrax or Sonic Canyons...then what good would freedom do?”

The Council goes on and on about the Matrix of Leadership, culminating with Halogen saying that it has bee lost for billions of cycles and according to Alpha Trion it might be found “in these turbulent times.” Megatron says, very softly, “yes” at this point. He thinks that Halogen is talking about him; he thinks that the council is going to choose him to be the next Prime.

And Megatron starts projecting, in my opinion. He’s angry, which he is allowed to be seeing as things didn’t go his way and anger is a natural reaction to that, he feels betrayed, though he hasn’t actually been betrayed. He accuses Orion of just wanting power. He begins to mock him: “Does Cybertron not call out in its hour of need and find...a data clerk?”

Its at this point that we get back to my earlier point of Megatron thinking that he should be in charge. He reminds Orion that he didn’t know the plights of the lower castes until he met Megatron. He learned from Megatron. I believe at this point that Megatron is having a moment of “Why should the student surpass the master? Why should this more privileged ‘bot be the Prime when I have lived this injustice first hand?” These are fair questions, and I do think that a good portion of why the Council chose Orion as the next Prime has to do with him simply being less confrontational in his speech.

To me, it seems that Prime Megatron wanted the power to change Cybertron himself, and when he was denied it, he resorted to violence. While he was a miner at the start, he is primarily a gladiator. He says it himself that he didn’t truly learn what life was like for the lower castes until he first saw, and began participating in, gladiatorial matches. He knows violent solutions to violent problems first and foremost. He also spends a lot of time in later chapters thinking about “when i’m prime…” and while some of that might be to blame on Dark Energon, I think it’s also a lot of his own thoughts. He first aspired to be the leader of the gladiators, which he became. What’s to stop him aspiring to be Prime?

Now, IDW1 Megatron is an entirely different beast (at least re: early early on ala “Births, Deaths, and Interventions” and Elegant Chaos). I’m not as familiar with him between the events of BD&I and basically the rest of anything. I don’t know how exactly he gets from miner to tyrant.

What I do know is that at the beginning, he does not want to be in charge. Terminus tells him that he has two weapons, his brain and his fists, and he must be prepared to use both of them. Megatron rejects being a figurehead. His job “is to articulate the injustice at the heart of the system in the hope that others might be inspired as one, to push against it.” Terminus is almost pushing him to be this figurehead that he doesn’t want to be.

M: “I’m not a figurehead.”

T: “But you may yet become one—and that’s why you need to listen to me. Never back down. Never compromise. Never bend. The moment you try to accommodate a rival set of interests, you subordinate your own. When your enemies realize they can’t corrupt you, or contain you, or appease you…that’s when you’ll have their attention—because that’s when you become a genuine threat.”

M: “You’re focusing too much on the individual. Lasting power rests with the collective.”

T: “Of course—but the masses need someone to rally behind. Someone to take point. And even after that, even after you’ve forced the world to be fair…the top table is set for one. You must be prepared to sit alone.”

Now. I have opinions about Terminus that aren’t…positive. But here he’s pushing—he’s pushing for Megatron to take control, to lead almost singularly; he’s pushing against what Megatron wants. I think it’s important to realize that at some point you might have to resort to violence of some sort, but I think it’s also important to encourage peacefulness until you get to the point where it is literally impossible to do otherwise.

In Elegant Chaos part 1, present day Megs has a conversation with Orion Pax (we love time travel shenanigans) and he asks, “Why rely on someone else coming along and doing your job for you—someone who may not actually want the job?” This question implies that at some point before the war properly started, he still didn’t want to be the one in charge. I believe that he was somewhat content writing and inspiring people to change the system. As evidenced in Elegant Chaos pt. 2 when Megatron is talking with Impactor: “Because the revolution will be about ideas. Taking a new step, uttering a new word…That’s what the ruling elite fears the most. Violence solves nothing.” Also, if I remember correctly he hides under the table during the fight in the bar.

#megatron #analysis #tfp megatron #idw1 megatron #mtmte megatron #i'm not putting this in the main tag bc honestly i don't care but also i don't want that drama

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softtm · 6 years ago

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❀ nct masterlist pt.2 ❀

scenarios, imagines, reactions

soft hours

series

Anti (doyoung, highschool!au)

Streak Breaker (johnny, highschool!au)

Sunflower (haechan, hanahaki!au)

Young, Dumb, and Broke (kun & hendery, rich kid!au)

texts

slandering Johnny before Cherry Bomb

fights with Johnny

boyfriend! Johnny

boyfriend! Winwin

boyfriend! Mark

boyfriend! Donghyuck

more boyfriend! Donghyuck

Mark texting you during class

roast sessions with Mark

Chenle asking hyung line to help him plan a date

confessions with NCT (no Mark and under)

savage nct + you having a nice convo about Superstar SM

slandering the light stick w/ the dream team

late night truth or dare w/ 127

snaps

basketball player! Jaehyun 1 2

sad Winwin is sad

random bf! Jaehyun

random bf! Winwin 1 2

random bf! Mark

boyfriend! Jisung

snaps w/ that white bear from SMrookies era

instagram

dates with NCT (no Winwin and under)

Yuta

Jaehyun

Mark

moodboards

aesthetics w/ bf! Johnny

mornings with bf! Johnny

kinda secret relationship w/ Johnny

night dates w/ Johnny

secret dates with Taeyong

golden hour w/Yuta

aesthetics w/ bf! Doyoung

night adventures w/ bf! Doyoung

aesthetics w/ bf! Ten

black and white bf! Jaehyun

marrying Jaehyun

late night food dates w/ bf! Jaehyun

model! Jaehyun + photographer! you

boyfriend! Winwin 1 2

aesthetics w/ bf! Jungwoo

aesthetics w/ bf! Winwin 1 2 3

night dates w/ Lucas

exploring on a date w/ Lucas

boyfriend! Mark 1 2 3

fashion w/ bf! Mark

dates with bf! Mark

boyfriend! Donghyuck

aesthetics w/ bf! Jisung

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kneeuh-nia · 6 years ago

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BTS Love Yourself Tour LA Day 2

~basically my experience at the concert before i forget everything cause im lowkey already forgetting parts of it~

~I love all of them but my bias is Jimin & my bias wrecker is Jin~

i actually wasnt planning on going to the concert but my cousin somehow managed to get a second pair of tickets even tho she already went on Day 1. Anyways my uncle asks if i want to go with her to the thursday show & I immediately say yes. So i basically only have 2 days to mentally prepare myself to see them after stanning them for like 4 years

Thursday comes, I go pick up my cousin & we get to staples around 5PM & theres so many people w/ BTS/BT21 merch. I meet up w/ my friend & the other person she went to the concert with & we chill around for a bit. I didnt have an ARMY Bomb but the other 3 did so i kept debating on getting it or not & i somehow i reasoned myself to get one.

Around 5:30 they start letting people into the venue but we’re confused on where to go & as soon as we get in I get separated from my friend but it didnt matter cause we had different seats anyways. Instead of waiting in the merch line outside I bought my lightstick from the store inside Staples where there was just a wall full of them & no line so that gave me no time to convince myself I didn’t need one. (But now im hella broke （πーπ）but having one made the concert so much better)

We go buy some snacks & head to our seats. I was so shook when I found out before the concert that we had P1 seats in row 1 but when we were actually there I was even more shook cause it was basically on the left side of the main stage in the area right after the people on the floor. By then we had 2 hours left before the concert started but they kept playing their mvs from War of Hormone era until Fake Love era on the screens (I wish that they played their mvs from before WoH & from rap line’s mix tapes). Even tho the same vids kept replaying throughout those 2 hours everyone kept screaming/singing & doing the fanchants. With only 30 min left before it started my cousin wanted McDonalds so i rushed out to get some & ate basically in 10 min. Then the concert started.

Basically throughout the concert I kept debating on whether I wanted to take good pictures, good videos, or just pay attention so i did a mixture of all 3. (Kinda wish that i only took vids & gave up on taking pics cause they weren’t that good & I was too focused on pics to give them all of my attention). So basically it started w/ a VCR of all the members & then fireworks went off & they walked out w/ outfits that made them look like princes & they started doing IDOL & it was so amazing w/ everyone cheering especially when the backup dancers came out for the last chorus part.

After they did IDOL they did their individual introductions & all of them were hyped & excited & cute & unreal & just ugghhhhh. I dont remember the order they went in & what they specifically said but i’ll just go through each members intro. I dont remember what RM said specifically but he had some of the loudest screams of the night & that continued throughout the entire concert. JHope did his “I’m your Hope!!!!! I’m your angel!!!!!! I’M......” & everyone responded w/ JHOPE!!!! & i think he said something along the lines of being excited to be back in LA but i think besides RM he spoke the most English during his time to talk. Suga did his dramatic standing there for a bit & took out his ear piece to hear ARMY scream for him & then did his intro. Jin did his flying kiss again for his intro!!! (I was kind of hoping he would have a little heart event thing like he did last tour where he took out random hearts) Jungkook’s mic wasn’t working so RM lent him his mic to introduce himself & he said “it’s been awhile” which has basically been going everywhere. I don’t remember what Jimin & V did or said but they were so beautiful IRL. & since Jimin is my bias i just kept thinking he looks so good w/ his ashy brown/blonde hair & contacts. While doing their introductions Jungkook kept trying to fix his mic & eventually had to go backstage to fix & when he came back all of them were like “Are you ready Jungkook?”

Then they did Save Me & I’m Fine. Watching them do this stage on like MCountdown or any of the music shows doesn’t give these songs & choreo justice & the transition between Save Me to I’m Fine was so smooth. Everyone did the fanchants w/ all their names & everything for Save Me. I was so excited to hear I’m Fine cause it was one of my fav songs off Answer cause of Yoongi’s rap & he went in on his part & it just made my life complete hearing his rapping live. They performed Magic Shop next & that was more fan interaction. They mostly stayed on the main stage & a little bit on the runway towards the extended stage. V & Jungkook I think kept looking towards our section/area & all of them kept waving their hands towards the upper levels. & everyone responded w/ “I’ll show you” when it was the “so show me” part. & Jimin’s vocals during his high note was sooooo goood

JHope’s & Jungkook’s VCR played next as they went backstage so I was getting hyped for the all the solo stages that were gonna be happening. JHope’s solo was first & just his dancing was amazing & it just looked like he was having a good time & he kept jumping around & throwing hearts but also dancing at the same time & he was just fluid while doing everything while singing & rapping his song. Euphoria was next & of course cause it’s the golden maknae so his stage was amazing. (I was tempted to do the ‘annyeonghaseyo joneun bangtan sonyeondan hwanggeum maknae jeon jungkook imnida’ meme thing that Byron started but i was way too focused on his stage + plus i would mess it up anyways) His stage really was Euphoria for me

They all came out w/ white outfits for their I Need U + Run stage. They actually didnt do the choreo for either song. I Need U was more on the main stage & as it was ending they went towards the extended stage where they did Run. Run was so hyped & they kept jumping & spinning around the ‘Run, Run, Run’ & they kept doing fanservice towards the pit area. I really wish that i recorded during this but i just ended up taking a bunch of pics. They just seemed really happy during this part & they kept smiling & everyone was extra loud during the English parts

Then it was RM’s & Jimin’s VCR & solo stage time. Jimin was so cute during the VCR & he came out & did Serendipity (the FULL VERSION) & I lost my shit for my boy. I knew he’s a good performer but seeing his dancing & singing just made it more real. He’s so fluid while dancing & his voice is amazing & just the amount of people that were singing his song made me so proud of him. His stage also had bubbles instead of confetti like some of the other members & it just made his stage more ethereal. He also had a part in the choreo that involved the floor & everyone lost their shit when that happened. RM came out w/ this long blue jacket that he lowkey kept making it come off one his shoulders at the start of his stage like Jimin’s “accident” during BST. But again everyone was hyped & we all did the “saram, saram, saram & I live so I love” His rapping was great & then his singing part came & we just lost it...but then we lost it again when the rest of the members came to join him for the last part of the song

Then it was time for DNA & then their medley of other songs. During DNA the fanchants were on point & Jimin kept throwing hearts around when it was his part & Jin did another flying kiss. They did a diff medley from Day 1 & this was their more lit medley w/ Attack on Bangtan, Boyz with Fun, & Baepsae, & Dope, which just made them more hyped & let them more fun on stage. Honestly they’re was so much going on it was hard to focus on everything but there are so many memorable parts. Like at the end of Attack on Bangtan they were all fanning Jungkook. Jungkook was doing the shoot dance on the runway towards the extended stage. Hobi was lit the entire time & there was time where he just kept dancing towards our section. Namjoon was also feeling himself during one of the songs & kept dancing. They were all just rude during Baepsae I can’t. & Jimin did another heart at the end of Dope

After that they did Airplane pt.2 & i live for the choreo w/ the mics. I loved the mariachi part + just when they kept naming all the different cities. & then it was V’s turn for his solo & he had the VCR to himself & he did the choreo w/ the coat & masks & his deep voice got me. They performed Fake Love & Jimin had an “accident” w/ his shirt & Jungkook was rude w/ his shirt lifting part & the fanchants were sooooooo goooooddddd again.

The last solo stages were Suga’s & Jin’s. Suga’s song is my fav out of the Trivias & he just started his stage by lying on a couch but then he got up & did his choreo & ooooohhhhhhh boooooyyyyy HIS RAPPING & SINGING OOOHHH GODDDDDD how can people say no one cheered for his stage the first day. Before Epiphany even started everyone was chanting KIM SEOKJIN & the stage opened up to him playing the piano. Just his vocals & high notes were on point that night. How dare BigHit deprive this man of the lines he deserves. There was a part were he was walking up the stairs to an elevated stage & everyone started chanting KIM SEOKJIN as he walked up them. & then he finished out his song w/ those high notes. Honestly Jin’s solo stage might have been my fav solo stage

The rest of vocal line came out & performed The Truth Untold. This was probably my favorite stage of the whole concert cause everyone was singing the entire song. Their vocals & harmonies were unreal & they were on this raised platform where at the end petals fell down on them & made them look ethereal. Rap lines turn was next & they performed Tear. Lowkey I didn’t know the lyrics to this song that much but I was still hyped. Then they announced their last song was Mic Drop & again it was lit again especially w/ that dance break.

Their ending VCR was played & everyone kept chanting BTS as we waited for their encore stage. We had ARMY Time & took out the slogan banners that said “if we’re with BTS, even an endless maze is paradise” They came out w/ ARMY Bombs & V had these huge glasses that I didnt expect for him to have & sang So What & Anpanman & they went crazy on stage again & at the end of So What they messed w/ Jimin’s hair & V kept patting his butt/side where his Army Bomb was. Anpanman = lit & fun. Jungkook was extra & did the thing where he laid down on the floor & didnt use his hands to get up

They had their final ment. They were talking about the banners we held out for them & leaned hella close towards the pit & Jin gave a thumbs up to the crowd when he read what it said. They kept saying ARMY was the best & we are their superheros. Again, I think Hobi spoke the most English during his time to talk & he had this little bag w/ his sticker on it & he asked if we wanted it & everyone yelled out YES!!! LOL & he said he was so happy for being there & for having 2 more shows. When it was Jimin’s turn he kept doing random poses when he saw he was on the screen & he thanked us for making their album #1 on Billboard & he did more hearts. Jungkook had this cute head bobbing thing as he listened to us scream & just thanked us again. Jin & his kiss thing AGAIN. He also had 4 mini ARMY Bomb rings on his hand that he was showing off & then Suga stuck his hand near Jin’s face to show off his Suga rings that he’s so proud of. Jin is as much a fan of ARMYs as we are of him. V talked slowly so that he could pronounce everything he wanted to say right & wished everyone to have sweet dreams. Suga looked so happy just looking at the crowd. He talked about a LA Dodgers player LOL & just said thank you. RM had the loudest screams during his final ment & he was flustered with the response. & the boys kept hyping him up & Jimin & V messed w/ his face & he had to quiet us down so he could say what he wanted. He talked about back in 2014 when V, Jungkook, & Jimin were handing out invitations to random people on the street to come to their show & KCON at Staples when they were only guests but now they’re here for their own show for 4 days cause of ARMY. Then they had their actual final song Answer: Love Myself & they kept waving their ARMY Bombs around so we could follow them. Then they each walked back towards the main stage & took their final bow.

This was soooo long. I didn’t expect to go the concert at all & gave up on trying to go months ago. But I guess I’m hella lucky. This just made me love them so much more & I wish I could go to another concert day or just another concert in general. I feel like I didn’t spend that much attention on Suga & Jungkook & I REGRET IT SO MUCH BUT I LOVE ALL OF THEM BTS I LOVE YOU 💜

#BTS #Love Yourself Tour #BTS Love Yourself Tour #BTS World Tour #LYTourLA_Day2

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