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PARTIES: @poisonousdelights and @woveninstardust TIME: Second week of March WHERE: Gatilin Fields and the surrounding area SUMMARY: It's the perfect night for a cryptid hunt with the fog rolling in and Maggie and Isa decide to take advantage. What happens when Maggie finally gets to see a creature from her mother's stories? As it turns out, nothing good.

Foggy nights were always prime cryptid-hunting nights.

For some reason, there was so much lore in the town about fog and mist revealing the creatures that remained unseen, as if the watery weather washed away the veil that kept cryptids and monsters away from the average eye. Maggie had all but sprinted out the door the moment her shift at Periwinkle’s Paints ended, texting Isa as she went. Which brought her to now, trudging through muddy paths obscured in fog, peering through the dying light of the bleak winter day.

“I don’t know if we’re even gonna see anything…” Guilt tinged the tone of the girl’s voice as she turned to glance over at Isa. She’d already thrown an extra sweatshirt on her and wrapped her scarf around the other girl so she stayed warm. It wasn’t particularly chilly, but Isa seemed to get colder easier… and Maggie’d be damned if she let her freeze while following her into the middle of nowhere. But Isa seemed to be willing to follow Maggie on all her hair-brained adventures, no matter what the weather was. She was positive she didn’t deserve a friend as good as her. Positive that Isa deserved some nice, peaceful afternoon off, where she wasn’t doing stupid things in the middle of the woods. But Maggie loved her all the more for agreeing to spend a little time looking for things that the world said didn’t exist with her. “Half the stories Mom tells specify days like today, so…” Rocks skittered down the path as she scuffed her foot, making the mist swirl about.

“We can go watch a movie or something later- whatever you wanna do.” Oh, yeah… Isa deserved worlds better than her nonsense.

Some people probably wondered why Isa always went along with Maggie’s hunts for cryptids when she didn’t always believe in them herself. She would get those questions from almost everyone before she’d lost most people out of her life and she’d always said the same thing: “because I believe in Maggie”.

It was the simplest answer, the truest one as well. Even if she thought they would never find what they were looking for back then she wanted to be there for her friend, and wanted to support her in whatever she wanted out of life. It was still the same now but with the added bonus of wanting to keep Maggie safe from whatever else was out there. Plus, now that she knew the supernatural did exist she was certain that her friend’s belief in these creatures were warranted. Isabela wanted her to have that moment where she found one of the things that she adored so much.

Plus, she wasn’t that cold. She’d thought to bring a knit hat this time and her warmest jacket to go over the extra sweater that Maggie had given her when she got there. She’d just forgotten those damn gloves. “So, we’re not looking for anything in particular then?” Isa could recall a few of the cryptids that Maggie and her mother had talked about before enjoying these conditions but she wasn’t sure if there were other factors to be aware of. She almost wanted to let her eyes transform to see what heat she could find, maybe point out something and give her best friend exactly what she wanted.

She couldn’t do that though. It was too risky, especially at night. By the sound of Maggie’s voice, Isa could tell that she felt bad for bringing her out on another cryptid adventure. She didn’t want that, there was no need to feel bad. “You know, Maggie, this is fun on its own. It’s like we’re living in a movie.” And it certainly was. A snake beast best friends with a cryptid lover desperately trying to prove that they existed. It would do well in Hollywood. “Just tell me what to keep an eye out for.”

“Yeah, nothing in particular…” Her voice trailed off as she peered down through the swirling fog, trying to follow the path as best she could. It was strange how most of the stories Maggie knew had the detail of it being ‘foggy’ out. Wormy, for example, was almost exclusively seen on foggy days. And while it was strange weather for February, the girl would take advantage of every second of it. She didn’t get how Isa never tired of following her into the middle of nowhere, helping her look for things that the rest of town said didn’t exist. But when she looked at Isa, she didn’t see someone who was bored or frustrated. In the dying light of the day, obscured by the mist, Isa looked content, almost… Like she didn’t mind her current situation.

A piece of her knew her friend’s words were meant for comfort. But it didn’t make them any less accurate. Life in Wicked’s Rest was already like a movie or a tv show most days. With so many strange and spooky happenings, sometimes even Maggie felt like she was a character being written into the background of some TV show.

A tiny grin crept across her face, dark eyes twinkling in the twilight. “What’s the name of our movie, then? And who’s playing us, because-” Her voice dropped off suddenly. There had been something dancing there, just out of sight, glowing through the fog. A car… or one of those lamps people put on their bikes. But it didn’t move like one of those. And the color of that glowing light hadn't been right. She turned to face it, to seek it out once more, but it had vanished. Just like that. Maybe she was just imagining things…

“I… nevermind, I thought I saw something…”

The prospect of a little game to help pass the time, talking about who would play them, had Isa grinning with excitement. She was already scanning through names of actors until her friend stopped in the middle of her sentence. She tried to look where Maggie was looking but it was a little difficult to see exactly where she was looking with the stupid sunglasses over her eyes. “Wait, what did you see? Wormy?” Would Wormy be out here? It was the first cryptid that had popped into her head so she rolled with it. “Should I get the gummy worms?”

Excitement coursed through Isa at the very idea. Was this the night that Maggie proved the existence of a cryptid? Were the nights spent in the cold forests of Maine going to pay off? They were already worth it just for the time spent with her best friend but seeing the joy on Maggie’s face when whatever she saw turned out to be a creature she was looking for was going to make her life, that she was sure of.

Suddenly, she saw it too. After scanning the area for a few moments Isa saw the flash of bright lights ahead of them swirling through the mist as if they were putting on a show. They would dip below the fog to the ground and then surface again, twinkling like it was trying to catch her attention. It would have been seductive had it not been lights floating through the air. “Maggie…what is that?” Maybe it was seduction. Maybe something knew exactly what they were doing. Because at that moment, Isa knew that she wanted to follow whatever it was. They were calling to her, tugging at her still frame, enticing her to move toward them. “We should follow them…”

She was about to brush off having seen anything. An illusion of the dying light and the misty air and her own incessant need to find the seemingly unfindable. Isa’s words seemed a million miles away as Maggie stared into the mist, into the unknown. But then it was back. Like a star hovering above the ground, floating in a space just out of reach and growing smaller. She’d never seen anything like it. Her breath caught in her throat in a shallow gasp. ��You see it too… You see it too, right, Is?” The words were so quiet that they were hardly audible, just a wisp of smoke rolling off her lips. But every soft syllable was threaded with excitement and hope she’d never felt before.

Her mother had told her stories of stars that fell out of the sky and hovered waiting for people to wish upon them. She’d told her stories of spirits that wanted to be followed. There were so many stories that coursed through her mind, that wove themselves into her memory, that were as much a part of her as she had wished to be a part of them. And now, for the first time, there was something there promising her that all the stories her mother had told her were true.

Maggie was moving without a second thought, feet trodding off the path and towards the mote of unknown light beckoning her onward. If Isa thought they should follow it, then who was Maggie to question it?

She wasn’t even sure what Maggie had asked her, the words too low to hear even if Isa wasn’t concentrating on the little orbs of light beckoning them over. Her eyes were glued to them but as soon as Maggie shot forward and she noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye she was moving just as swiftly, careful to be just a tad slower so that her friend had the opportunity to get there first. This was her moment, it was everything that Maggie had worked for. It’s what she deserved, right?

But didn’t Isa deserve it too? She’d been out in the forests with Maggie for years, trekking along after the girl to help her find whatever they could. Now that there was something there and the two of them were getting closer the lamia felt like she deserved the win just as much as Maggie did. The desire for these wisps, it was taking over the desire for her friend to have that moment and her feet started to move a little faster as her vision filled with nothing but the dancing light show that somehow kept getting further away no matter how far she ventured into the trees.

They were teasing her now, twinkling with amusement with every step that Isa took towards them only making her want them more. Why, she didn’t quite know. She almost wanted to take the sunglasses off to get a better look, to see if there was something about them that could tell her why she was so enamored. She was tempted, especially with them floating away, but mostly Isa just wanted to keep going, to get there quicker.

It was such a strange sensation. All at once, unbridled joy and curiosity flooded her senses, leaving Maggie lightheaded and utterly, ridiculously giddy. Real. The wisps were real. They were floating in the mist, beckoning her onward, glowing brighter in the dying light of day. A giggle erupted from her chest, unable to hold back her excitement any longer. “They’re real!!! Isa they’re really real!!!”

As she rushed about after the wisps, following their ever-glowing path, she hardly noticed herself being turned around. If the girl had stopped to think for even a moment, she might have realized her path had twisted. She might have realized that Isa was no longer just a hand's reach away, but was being pulled in her own direction by the will-o-wisps. She might have remembered the parts of her mother’s stories, the ones where the glowing creatures often led people to places where they ought not go…

They twinkled merrily, lighting her path through the mist. Nevermind that Maggie could hardly see where her next step would land. Nevermind that at all! Follow!, they seemed to whisper with each little blink. Come with us, come see!

The only thing she registered about Maggie’s words was how far away the girl sounded and when she did, Isa glanced over to her best friend to see she was being pulled in another direction. It didn’t strike her as odd even if it should have. Maybe they were meant to go in different directions. Maybe the lights wanted them to see different things and that was okay. She didn’t get to think about it any deeper than that as a wisp flew in front of her eyes and drew her attention back to the direction they were leading her, obviously wanting her to keep going further away from her friend.

And she followed without any protest.

It was an odd sensation. Not caring about being by Maggie’s side anymore, she kept her feet moving towards the woods that the wisps were leading her to, whispering nonsensical things low in her ear. After a moment the lamia realized they weren’t actually words being whispered but rather a dreamy little noise to keep her attention, to keep her mind on them and not on Maggie. She continued to go where they led but something was tugging at the back of her mind. Something wasn’t right about this, was it? Why wouldn’t these wisps want to show them the same things? Why would they want to separate them?

As the questions grew, so did the noise the balls of light were making to keep her attention on them. Her feet were still moving her forward but she could feel the desire for them pulling away from her mind the more she thought of Maggie like an anchor keeping her grounded. Where was she going? What were they trying to show her?

And why couldn’t she bring herself to turn around and go after her friend?

The orbs of light moved further back towards more fog as Isa continued to follow, but something was different about this mist. It stretched further off the ground than the white fog she and Maggie had noticed earlier and there was the hint of a red hue to it that made her a little nervous to keep going towards it. But she didn’t stop, the little sparkles inside combined with the wisps from before pulling her towards it all.

The wisps twinkled in the mist. Just as Maggie drew close enough to reach out and touch one, it would vanish and reappear further down the line. They were her only guide for which way to go. Had the soft whispers beckoning her forward not been there, perhaps a rational thought would have entered her mind. It didn’t do well to stray from the path, and when the world was obscured by mist and the growing dark of night, it was so very easy to end up headed in the wrong direction.

She could have sworn Isa was right behind her. Swore she could hear her footsteps a few feet away. Something in the girl’s gut knew that if she looked away from the motes of light for even a moment, they might disappear for good. Then the two of them might be lost in the dark, doomed to meander until the fog cleared or day found them. Those are footsteps you hear, her footsteps, trust she’s with you, keep going. For a moment, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was feeling how Orpheus must have felt when walking with Eurydice up from the Underworld. Just keep moving forward, don’t look back, trust she’s there.

Instead, Maggie turned her focus to trying to figure out where the wisps were guiding them. They’d started in the woods, closer to Mossthorn Forest. But time had lost her, the mist had turned her around, and the distance no longer made much sense. There weren’t so many trees here. The path had smoothed out, with only the occasional rock, well-trodden grass, and dirt underfoot. Were they in the Fields? What was out in the Fields? All she could do was keep walking, keep following, and find out.

How far away had these wisps taken her? Where was Maggie? The thoughts kept infiltrating the hold that the light had on Isa’s mind but then they would whisper again and bring her right back to it. She was deeper in the woods, coming right up to the red fog, reaching out to touch it when her foot caught on a tree root sticking out of the ground.

Her body landed with a thud in the saturated dirt, sunglasses flying and her arm halfway into the red mist. As she laid there she knew something wasn’t right, something bad was happening. All the energy she possessed was slowly draining from her body. She looked up at the strong smell of iron that her sensitive nose had caught a whiff of only to see that red mist glowing brighter. Her arm was pale, losing color slightly faster than the rest of her body, and she could have sworn there were small droplets of blood leaving out of her fingertips.

She yanked it back out of the beautiful mist as soon as she understood what was happening. Those dancing swirls of light added a little chime to their whispers as if they were giggling at Isa’s current misfortune. “Ohhh…” A realization hit her. “You did this on purpose, you little shits.” They chimed again before they quickly floated away from her and back in the direction they had come and she could only thank the heavens for the root that kept her from completely walking into that mist. She would definitely have to feed soon though to help replenish was it was able to take.

As her mind started to clear a little, she started to search the forest floor for the sunglasses that had been tossed from her face with the impact, hoping they hadn’t slid into the mist. She lazily patted her hands on the ground and only lost hope for a moment until her fingers grazed the plastic of them and she was able to place back on her nose where they belonged. “Maggie, don’t walk into the mist.” The words were barely above a whisper, her lack of energy very clear as she spoke, but something hit her then.

Maggie wasn’t with her.

It all came rushing back to her at once. The way the orbs had separated and sent them both in different directions, the way Maggie kept coming to mind until the wisps would wipe her from it again, and panic tore through Isa like a freight train. If the wisps were leading her here, where the hell were they taking her best friend? “Maggie!”

The scream tore out of her lungs as the rush of adrenaline took over, giving her the energy she so desperately needed. She was on her feet again, running back towards the edge of the forest as fast as she could to hopefully catch sight of her friend again. Luckily, as more of her mind started to clear she could remember seeing which way Maggie was being led she just had to make sure she didn’t make a wrong turn somewhere. Her legs carried her through the trees, down the path that she’d seen her friend take, rushing into a field where she could see Maggie in the far distance. The lights were still leading her somewhere, they still had their hold on her, and she screamed out once more even though Isa was well aware the other girl couldn’t hear her.

The further along she followed the wisps, the more her heart began to race in her chest. Wisps led people to… what was it? Her mother had told her again and again. Wisps… what was it about wisps? She swore she heard Isa’s voice whisper something, a secret lost to the fog. The sound was a welcome reminder to Maggie- she’s right behind you…

The world had grown so strangely still in the growing night. Had there been bird song? The sound of wind? The only thing she seemed to hear were the whispers of the wisps and their footsteps plodding along after them. It was almost eerie. It made her want to turn to Isa and make up some excuse to turn back. But stopping meant losing the proof floating just in front of her. Just out of reach, always a breath away… No, no, turning back was not an option.

Instead, she tried to focus on what the wisps might be leading them to. Was it a lost Tendrilla shrine? A secret tunnel? A spirit of the woods? A creature that town had forgotten and that could be brought back into the stories they told? The answer lied ahead, where motes of light had begun to gather.

They sat clustered together in a perfect circle in the distance, as if they were exchanging secrets amongst themselves. Every step took her a little bit closer to the answer. She kept her hand held out towards them in a gesture of peace. She wasn’t any harm, neither of them were. The wisps stayed put, sentinels in their circle… which was where she was going to go. Right to the center, if they’d let her.

Not too far, now. A few steps more…

“Maggie!”

She was closer now. She could see the color of her scarf through the night instead of it blending into the shadows of the night, see the individual braids of her hair as they swayed along with her movements, see the beautiful girl through the night fog going towards something that seemed much darker then the ground she was walking on. Isa pushed her legs to go faster. Whatever that was, she knew it wasn’t going to turn into anything good. After the wisps had led her to the bloodsucking mists, how could it be anything other than something that was meant to harm the most wonderful person to walk this earth?

Maggie was getting closer but thankfully not moving as fast as Isa was. She was closing the gap as quickly as she could, that large mass of black growing bigger and bigger the closer she got to the both of them. “Maggie, stop! It’s tricking you! Please stop!” Her lungs burned as she screamed even louder, her side hitching with the extra loss of air, but she wouldn’t stop. She’d never stop.

The moment her friend’s feet reached the edge of the large pit she was able to slip her arms around Maggie’s waist and yank her back. Both girls fell to the ground, Isa on her back with Maggie in her arms, mud surely covering both of them and her sunglasses skewed enough to be considered dangerous in that moment. She was out of breath, afraid that exhaustion was going to make her pass out right then and there as her heart pumped what was left of her blood volume erratically.

But she was safe. She wasn’t falling into the pit of darkness in front of them, and the wisps seemed to huff as their second attempt to do harm got thwarted. Isa held on tight, never wanting to let go of the girl in her arms after losing her to darkness. “Maggie, are you okay?”

The wisps were so bright. Maggie swore that the closer she got to them, the brighter they became. It was as if they, too, felt the anticipation of an arrival. She could hardly hear a thing outside her own heartbeat and the strange chime-like whispers that seemed to ring out in her mind. After years of believing, this, the moment she was in, changed everything.

Reality came screaming in the moment her foot should have found purchase on the ground and slipped through air instead.

If good moments happened quickly, then bad ones existed in slow motion. Her heart plummeted to her feet as she realized exactly where the wisps had led her. Death Pit. She was going to fall into the Allgood Death Pit. She was going to fall, probably to her death (ironically enough) into the Allgood Death Pit. She didn’t know if she was screaming. She knew her mouth was open, she knew she was scared, but she couldn’t hear a thing other than a ringing in her ears. It was only then that she remembered her mother's words, echoing in her mind like a death knoll: Wisps are tricky, Magnolia… keep your eyes up if you see one. Or you might live to regret it.

And then, just as the thought threatened to swallow her whole, the world sped up again. Too fast, as if someone had hit fast forward. Maggie got yanked back so hard she felt the air leave her lungs, and suddenly she was crashing backwards into Isa.

The first thing she really registered was that it was cold. The mud that slopped along the path around the pit was slowly soaking into the girls’ clothing, their hair, their skin… The next was that she was crying. There were tears on her face, yes, but when had she started crying, and why couldn’t she stop… The third, and perhaps most important, was that Isa was there again. Maggie was clinging to her best friend like she was a life raft. Isa hadn’t been behind her. Rather, Isa sounded as if she’d ran a marathon trying to catch up to her. When had they been separated? She’d been so sure- so sure- that Isa had been a few steps behind her the whole time.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I-“ the words were stammered between little sobs. “You were behind me, I thought you were behind…”

“No, Maggie…” She could hear the girl starting to sob and the first thing Isa did was secure the glasses that were threatening to fall from her face just to make sure this night didn’t get any worse. The second thing she did was maneuver the two of them so that she could face her best friend, the two of them laying in the mud on their sides. She didn’t care about the mess or the chill that was creeping into her body because of it, all she cared about was Maggie being okay. Clearly, she wasn’t. Who would be after almost being lured to their death?

Her forehead pressed against the other girls, Isa using her thumbs to brush away the tears that kept coming even as her own started to roll down her dirty cheeks. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, we’re safe. That’s all that matters.” But she still couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d almost lost the single most important person to her.

If she had gotten there even two seconds later it would have been Ruth all over again except in a more catastrophic way. The Ruth situation had ruined her life, had taken away so many things from her, but losing Maggie? It would have ended her right then and there. There was no Isa without Maggie, the one person in her life who had fully stood by her through everything that she had been through, the one person who loved her no matter what happened. She kept whispering the same thing over and over, trying to calm Maggie down while she continued to wipe away at her streaked face.“I’m here now. I’m here, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere, never again.” And repeat. She knew eventually they would have to get up, there was no telling if that mist was being moved their way or what other crazy things they could encounter out in that field, but Isa just wanted to let her girl cry for as long as she needed. With no indication of how much time was passing them by, the two of them stayed right at the edge of that pit. At least they were safe in each other’s arms.

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yukizaldi · 2 months

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Chapter I: An Encounter

Warnings: angst, mention of death, car falls into the sea, and depictions of drowning

A/n: The content above may be unsuitable for younger readers. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised.

Elena’s pov

I began collecting human things ever since my first wreck. There are some that are jewelry, others are old dish ware that may be used again just as long as it is cleaned. Many others are ancient objects in the ship. It’s very interesting to me for some reason. Sure, the Ocean understands that we may need new dish ware each time we move around the world; She believes it’s a good idea.

We’ve been in the shores of Manchester for over two decades. We love the sights of it. Me, Macy, and Isabella. Macy joined about 20 years ago, Isabella’s entrance was 10 years ago. Of course I had shown them the perks and stuff. I’ve served for 80 years so far. The girls were fresh from the oven, as people say. My Sisters, the Ocean calls them, are stuck with me until their time as a siren, which is up to 100 years, are up.

I had returned from my swim with the fresh dish ware and other things I collected from the shipwreck. Macy is waiting for me at the sliding door leading to the docks that are close to the house.

“Anything new?”

“Well,” I say. “I found fresh new dish ware since the old ones I accidentally dropped yesterday fell. And fresh new jewelry that needs washing.” Every piece of jewelry found I have to wash due to all the algae or other particles found in them. If we want them to be worn, that is.

We sit by the dock as we watch the sun rise over the horizon. I always tend to wake up early to go hunt for human treasures whenever I feel like doing so. We sirens have night vision, so at nighttime we can swim around freely as long as we’re careful for anything blocking us or danger. Macy has her cup of coffee with her.

“So, any ideas on what you want to do today?” I ask.

“Do you feel like clubbing? Because I do.” She says.

“Is Isa coming?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna go?”

“Not really. I’m still trying to process the last sinking that scared me. I even had a nightmare about it even. Can’t falll asleep after.”

“Fair enough, even though we sirens don’t need sleep.”

“What’s going on?” Isa joins us on the dock.

“What do y’all wanna do later on?” I ask.

“We should visit Saoirse,” Macy says. “We can make a pie or maybe something new. I wanna learn new recipes!”

“Sounds good.”

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After coffee, we dash back to the docks and jump in the water.

The Ocean greets us as our siren dresses form. Each are created by her with sand and specks of coral from reefs and pearls from the clams. I notice She seems concerned about me.

You must be sad, Elena. She can tell by my emotions I hide all the time.

It was devastating. The last sinking. That man should have at least say goodbye to his wife and children. I admit.

We’re seeing Saoirse and we’re gonna bake some pies! Macy exclaims. I think I also want to make a new recipe too.

Sounds interesting.

We arrive at Saoirse’s small island minutes later. Her house reminds her of her Irish roots. I remember that hint of her accent when we first met, when she, Alma, and Molly saved me that day.

As Isa prepares a new dish, I feel so sad again all of a sudden. Saoirse must have noticed.

“You alright, lass?” She asks.

“The last sinking…” I begin. “It was devastating.”

At this point, I ramble how sad it feels seeing people plummet to their deaths at sea, the fact that any of those people may have family, that my heart breaks every time, and how it hurts witnessing the events. She places a hand on my back.

“It is heartbreaking indeed,” she says. “I remember the first sinking with you. I still remember how much you cried when we got back home. You were holding onto me like a child gripping a blanket. You were so scared that day. Mo stóirín, I understand your pain and sadness, and it’s hard to forget. All the collections you have at the house in Manchester are still there as far as I remember. What do you think these treasures do for you?”

“They brought me comfort for some reason. Could be from me fidgeting them.”

Any new finds can bring comfort in the room. So, when you find new things from your swims, reflect how you think about them firsthand when you find a new treasure.”

“I see now. Saoirse, you’re the best!” I hug her tightly, earning laughter from her.

“Oh lass, you still remind me from when we found the house.”

“New recipe alert!” Macy announces proudly. “I made gnocchi with Alfredo sauce and spinach. Icing on the cake of this dinner coming soon. For now, dig in!”

Macy’s Italian when me and the other found her before Isa. She still remembers the foods from her country that brings her joy and comfort. She is in fact the best cook in the house. Macy had told me how much she wants to be a chef and own a restaurant somewhere in her hometown in Milan. Her cooking is so good!

“This is delicious as always,” Isa says as she tries the gnocchi. “Is this one of the new recipes you’ve been wanting to do?”

“Oh, it is”, Macy replies. “You know how much I love Italy, my glorious home country.”

We laugh along, bake pie, and play a game of Uno. Saoirse is the queen of this game. Nobody can top her off the throne.

We are about to leave when Saoirse pulls me to the side for a moment. “Is there anything else you want to tell me lass?”

“Well,” I begin again. “I saw this boy earlier on my way to the bakery the other day. He’s so handsome. He’s got these dark eyes I can drown in. His hair is so pretty, really curly. And his lips look so kissable. I have no idea how they made a man like that.”

“Oh, mo stóirín. You ought to be careful if you see him again. We don’t want any trouble now don’t we?”

“No.”

I give her a hug. “I’ll see you soon!”

“See ya!”

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“How do I look in this dress?” Macy asks.

“Speaks high volumes of you!” Isa exclaims cheerfully. Isa did her hair so beautifully. As I said to Macy this morning, I don’t feel like going clubbing after the last sinking. So I’m pretty much home alone until their return.

After the girls left to the club , I feel like going for yet another swim, not feeling like collecting more things this time since I already had this morning. I dive into the water, my siren dress forming along with my fin. I watch life grow around me. As a school of fish pass by me, I swim deeper until I see something odd. A car stuck in the bottom.

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Matty’s pov

“Fucking hell,” I throw my phone on the floor. I was gonna marry her. The love of my life.

It feels so fucking lonely now that I lost her in a car accident. I loved her so much. I am now just another lonely man, who nobody will want to have.

My anger and sadness clouds my mind, not realizing I have fallen into the water in my car. I panic, not knowing what to do. It is sinking fast. Water rushes in fast. My head is still above the surface as I steal my last breath of air before I’m completely submerged. I try to unbuckle my seatbelt, but it’s locked in. Jammed, even.

My lungs begin to burn so much from lack of air. With what was left of my strength, I punch the windshield many times as the air escapes my nose, not realizing I’m about to meet my doom. The last punch breaks the glass before I try again to unbuckle. I’m free. I try to swim to the surface, but it’s too late.

My last breath is gone, as I am now accepting my fate. I think of my mates, my family, and all the people I love in this world before everything goes black…

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Elena’s pov

The windshield is broken. The same man from before is peeped out from the broken window. No response. No pulse or anything. I bet the Ocean won’t see that I’m saving someone. I can keep it a secret. I grab the man from the car and drag him to the surface.

There must be a storm that calmed down during my swim before this. I get him close to shore. There’s still no sign of life in him yet. But looking at him, he’s so beautiful. His face, his body covered in specks of ink. Tattoos, I think to myself, recalling those artistic inklings on skins of people I pass by. His fingers are bleeding from the broken glass.

I shake him, seeing if he can wake up. Please be okay, I think as I continue shaking him. What comes out of him is seawater as I watch him cough up a whole amount of it. I see his chest rise and fall rapidly. Semi conscious he is. Seeing that nobody else is around at this beach, and I’m a bit far away from the Ocean, I gently caress him, singing an old mantra Saorise used to sing to me softly.

When you dance, I see the river

When you laugh, I hear the wind go by

When you walk, I see the mountains

When you sleep, I see the endless sky

And I'll love you forever in my mind

And I'll love you until the day I die

Like the moon, you pull me closer

Bathe my body in your lavender skies

Like a sound, you slip away

Leave a shadow of a day gone by

And I'll love you forever in my mind

And I'll love you until the day I die

His eyes open, getting a good glimpse of me before other men arrive at the scene and I have to flee. The last thing I hear before I go back home is “I found him, guys” and “Let’s get him home before he freezes”.

#Spotify #the 1975 #matty healy #mermaids #matty healy fanfiction #deep blue au

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daddydindjarin · 2 years

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I thought it might be a good idea to have a list of all my stuff, even if you can usually find my art and things on my page. This just makes everything neater!

Reblogging and commenting are always appreciated and I look at each one with all the love in my heart!

All my works are 18+, Minors DNI.

Taglist: You can join my taglist here!

One Shots:

Slow Hands- The heat on Tattooine is getting to you, and also to Mando.

Temptations- Din comes back after a long hunt, and you are surprisingly distracting.

Dralshy'a- Some days your depression is harder to manage than others, but Din is there in every way you need.

Art:

From Stitches by @djarinsbeskar

Kitten- The moment Medic is given her iconic nickname.

From Chasing Butterflies by @tuskens-mando

Siobhan sketch- had to include the septum ring!

Feel Me- Siobhan and Din just being in a moment.

From Jate’kara by @krissology

Part III- Just a small moment between the reader and Din.

Part V- The reader could be a guiding force behind Din's actions.

From Just Right (Part I) by @lowlights

Be Sure- Din has to be sure you're okay after an incident.

From The Heart of a Mandalorian by @pagannightwitch

Gentle Touch- Din isn't used to being touched.

From Blessing of Vision by @chaoticgeminate

Blessing of Vision- Din is your protector even as you work your magic

Standalone Pieces:

Lonely- A single Mandalorian in a big Galaxy.

A Moment- A peaceful moment for Din.

Keldabe kiss - Inspired by Set in Stone by @omgreally

Blush** - Being carrier to Mando's bunk.

Rest Easy- Sleeping soundly, knowing that Din's got you.

Redraw of this!

Good Mourning- Shared grief, from asta-lily's story of the same name.

Din's Hands- Part I

Din's Hands- Part II

Without Sight**- a sweet moment with an unmasked Din.

Lifted**- Just Din effortlessly holding you up.

Heat**- Sometimes there's no time to waste.

Underground- Falling in love can feel like floating.

Din Djarin- Just Din.

Smile- Din can always make you smile**

Art:

From The Crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

In Your Arms- a quiet moment at home with Javier and Bonita.

The Goodnight- peacefully reading and just being together.

Halloween Isa- Isabell dressed as Selena because I couldn't resist.

Grey**- Javi and Isa relieving themselves

Art:

Afternoon Delight- Just a lazy afternoon in bed

Blanket Fort- Dieter is waiting for you to start movie night

Art:

From the Pero Masterlist by @lowlights

Pero and his Wife**- a lazy day in bed

From Stranger at My Gate by @leslie-lyman

Winter Nights- just a cozy night at home

Art:

My Love (Part 7)- From the fic of the same name by asta-lily

From Meant to Be be @radiowallet

First Dance- You and Oberyn share a dance at your wedding

Art:

From A Sensual Summoning by @djarinsbeskar

Post Shower Drip- Frankie fresh out of the shower.

From Forest Ranger Frankie AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

The Fireplace- Frankie and you spend the evening by the fire**

The Long and Winding Road

One Shots:

Just Looking - you take the opportunity to really look at Jack.

Sketch- realism practice from this poster

Joel- colored realism of my previous sketch!

A King on His Throne**- Boba Fett's man-spread is immaculate.

Green- Study of Pedro from the Wired Photoshoot

About the Artist- It’s just me!

#masterlist #bee masterlist #daddydindjarin masterlist #din djarin #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #star wars #jacksepticeye #frankie morales #oberyn martell #javier peña #dieter bravo #pero tovar

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laviexenrose-a · 9 months

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CHARACTER OUTLINE.

name: isabelle marie allard

alias / nicknames: is, isa, izzy, issy, belle, izzy bella, etc.

rules: bold what always apples, italics what applies sometimes / in part.

FLAWS.

STRENGTHS.

SKILLS & HOBBIES.

tagged by: @wintcrstcrfall tagging: anyone who hasn't done this one before and/or hasn't been tagged for it! <3

#* . ⊹ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦.

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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Wolf walkers Au: Isabela Madrigal

Wolfwalkers au here

Isabela Is no perfect princess. She's a strong warrior queen. She is the one leading the pack at the moment and she makes sure to be the best she can be. Isa makes plants of all kinds and isn't afraid to hide them.

When she's in wolf form her fur is the color of the dress above mixed with a few greens and flowers on her.

This Isa isn't afraid to say no and bows down to nobody ever in this lifetime. She's very protective of her pack and will bite anybody who gets in the way of them. She likes teaching some of the pups a thing or two after hunting( against Julieta's wishes). Isabela along with Dolores remembers Alma quite well and never wants to see her ever again in this lifetime.

She can feel it when Alma gets close to the jungle. Her sad and angry gaze sends shivers up her spine. There once was a time when Isa looked alma directly in the eye but the camouflage of her plants kept her hidden.

Isa isn't uptight nor on a high horse in the au. She's way more humble and content with herself. Isa plans on opening a herbology and plant shop in the near future. She was actually talking about it with Julieta until Mirabel came running in with a child in her arms.

She wasn't surprised that he was a kid, they had about 10-20 of them lying around. What shocked her was his scent. Why did he smell like Dolores and Camilo? she stuck around him while he was passed out. She touched his curls, face, and clothes slightly sniffing him.

A hint of Abuela waved up in her ears. That hint sent her back. She growled at him and ran off.

why was her scent on him? did she know him? ...is he another madrigal? She climbed up a tree and breathed. There's no way. How long have they been gone?

five more to go. If you liked this please leave a like and/or comment. If you have any ideas or prompts my ask box is open

#Encanto wolf walkers au #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto au #encanto fanfic #my ask box is open

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staychijeu · 4 months

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STAYCheese Girl is going down!

Meet our fabulous squad members :

✿ Sumin

✿ ISA

✿ Seeun

✿ J

Our missing members :

✿ Sieun

✿ Yoon

☁️ ⋆ 🌷 ୨୧ ✧ 🧺 * ˚ 🧀 ᠂ ₊ ༉ 🧚🏼‍♀️ ⊹

We’re still looking for our missing puzzle pieces to complete our squad. If you happen to be one of them, kindly send us a brief information about you to our direct messages.

Additionally, we’re also on the hunt of other SQ (Squad) or OA (Open Agency) to be friend with us. We warmly welcome potential media partners as well.

Click here to see our X page! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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cinnvmongifs · 1 year

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by clicking THE SOURCE LINK you’ll find 248 gif icons of isa from stayc on various videos ( teddy bear era ). she’s korean, please cast her accordingly! all these gifs were made by me so please don’t claim them as your own, edit them or post them in another gif hunt. a REBLOG would be much appreciated. TW: drinking.

you can find a medium version by clicking HERE.

#isa gif icons #isa gif hunt #lee chaeyoung gif icons #lee chaeyoung gif hunt #supportcontentcreators #female fc #poc fc #rph #isa.#m: gif icons.

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labellerose-acheron · 1 year

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SwynWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – SwynRP Character Wishlist

Join My Family Please 🥺🙏

Julieta Madrigal: Listen, I have considered playing her but I cannot because I want my mama. I want all the interesting, juicy plots and tension of a mom who accidentally put a lot of pressure on her oldest child. But, also still very caring and a good mom. Not to mention her magic is literally wicked cool and could bring so many interesting plots.

Camilo Madrigal: The bestie! (After Lo, of course.) Imagine the spa days! Imagine the gossip! I HC that Isa and Camilo are super close, he is her little brother and BFF. He stars in her Instas more than anyone else and maybe even mooches off her fame a bit? UGH. I just want him, he’s the best.

Luisa Madrigal: MY SISTER! Trust me. I am such a good big sister. I have a very long resume to prove it. Luisa is the thing keeping the sisters together! Imagine all the drama. Playing peacekeeper between Isa and Mira. Being the actual golden child. Also, VFD people!!

Antonio Madrigal: Light of everyone’s life. It is so fun to play the baby of the family and he’d be a great Swynlake Secondary addition! Maybe he wants to be a vet! Or maybe his dreams don’t have to do with his magic at all and he is struggling!!

Gaston LeIDon’tRemember: Someone take him before I do. Please. PLEASE. He is such an amazing C Grade villain. Plus, he could be a native! I just think there is so much fun potential with him and the Hunted Deer as a shady haunt. I would really love for someone to bring him in so that I don’t.

Giselle McAdams: Watching Disenchanted gave me major Giselle brainworms. Seriously she is so fun. I love light, flirty, girlie characters and if you did her as an Order lady...they are SO juicy and fun to write. Untapped resource, I am telling you.

Abigail Gabble: UGH my perfect darling. She is potentially on my list to get back but new people keep shoving her down, so I think that someone should pick her up and play her! Don’t you wanna be involved in the Bonfamilles? C’mon.

Jasmine or Aladdin: I have such a cool plot I wanna do with them at some point and it is evergreen and honestly I would play either of them so--if you’re interested in demons and time travel...hmu!

Tod or Copper: I think either of them would be so fun to have around. Mostly for Vixey, yes. Having friends from home could be complicated. Or, maybe, they aren’t natives at all and she met them in London. It’d be super fun if t hat was the case because I think having her London life clash with her Swynlake life would be very stressful (for her, fun for me.)

Any Muse of Hesiod: I am eying one myself...won’t say which but I think they have such a cool magic and such a fun, dramatic history to play with. What with the cult and all that. Just really great vibes and all the magic is so cool to try and developed because they’re sorta OP but also kind of not. I just think they’re an under the radar resource of fun plotting!

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimotina #swynwrimotina2022 #no fcs bc im bad at fcs #but listen pls get any of these #i would be so happy #madrigals especially #any of them

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mayahunter · 3 years

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in the source link are #207 gifs of stayc member ISA. all gifs were made by me, but feel free to make them into icons with credit ! if you plan on using them, please like or reblog this post ! i will be updating this pack regularly as new videos come out.

#isa #isa gif pack #isa gif hunt #lee chaeyoung #lee chaeyoung gif hunt #lohunts

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poisonousdelights · 3 months

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PARTIES: @poisonousdelights and @woveninstardust TIME: Early February WHERE: Some woods near the ocean. SUMMARY: Isa meets Maggie in the woods so that the two of them can go on a hunt for Wormy. A lot of love is shared between the two. WARNINGS: None, really, just a lot of cuteness. Some mentions of death/murder.

Even before her incarceration, Isa would always volunteer to go with Maggie into the woods whenever she wanted to search for one of her cryptids. She didn’t believe in much back then but the thrill of being out late with her best friend, not knowing what they could get up to was enticing enough for her to agree, not to mention the fact that she never liked Maggie going alone. Her lack of belief didn’t mean that there weren’t normal dangers out there. These days, now that Isa knows what she is, she was more willing to believe that the two of them could run into a bigfoot in the middle of Wormwoods which was even more reason for her to accompany her friend through the night. The last thing she wanted was Maggie getting caught out there with no back up. It wasn’t like she hated it either as the two of them always had so much fun together no matter what happened.

She pulled her backpack off of her shoulder and unzipped it to show all the snacks that she’d brought for their outing, Isa grinning at Maggie while she listed them off. “I got your sushi, thought maybe you’d like some wasabi to help warm you up, and a thermos of hot tea from work. There’s also chocolate because you know I can’t go without it, and the gummy worms you wanted in case we find Wormy. I’m sure he’ll like them…positive.”

She didn’t look too positive though. Was it insensitive to feed a worm the gummy form of themselves? Maggie was the expert and Isa trusted her judgment enough not to question it too much but the doubts were still there. “Do you think we’ll find him tonight? It’s been snowing a lot…”

There were very, very, very few people that Maggie would consider taking cryptid hunting with her. The list of reasons was lengthy, with reasons ranging from ‘they think cryptids are stupid so why bother’ to ‘they will take the “hunting” part of cryptid hunting literally’ to ‘They are not patient enough’. But Isa was not any of those things. Not even a little. If anyone in Wicked’s Rest was invited to roam around the woods looking for cryptids with her, it would always, always be Isabela Caceres.

A vision of blue and yellow, the girl felt a bit more like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man than an artist. Her mom had insisted that she put on her snow coat after having caught her sneaking out the back door without it. (Twenty four, and she still would always lose that fight…) Between the vibrant, puffy thing that felt as if it swallowed her whole, the hat pulled down tight over her ears, and the entirely-too-long scarf, Maggie felt a little sillier than usual. A lot sillier than usual. But the moment Isa was in sight, that ridiculous feeling melted right off of her, and a giddy, infectious smile spread across her face.

“You really are the best, did you know that?” Leave it to Isa to remember all of the snacks. Had she been left to her own devices, Maggie would have entirely forgotten dinner in her cryptid-fueled determination. “I have an extra scarf- Mom made me bring you one because of the snow.” She gestured to the flakes swirling lightly about them before batting a few away from her face.

Gummy worms! Why hadn’t she thought of that? The idea was perfect. An offering- sweet, delicious, and worm-y in shape. The girls eyes twinkled with excitement. “I think it’s a brilliant idea. Very positive…” As for if they would find Wormy… Maggie looked up, squinting at the snowy night sky. “I don’t see why not. It’s quieter- less people around, so maybe he’ll be more likely to come out. Maybe he likes the snow, too…”

For some reason the offer of the extra scarf and knowing that Maggie’s mother had a part to play in it made her emotional. Isa longed for her parents' affection back, wanted it so badly that she dreamed about it on occasion and she was certain it was because her mind was trying to compensate for the loss. But having Maggie and her family on her side, even after being convicted of involuntary manslaughter, was so nice. It was the little things that really showed her that the people who cared weren’t affected by her past, at least not enough to treat her differently. The lamia wasn’t even sure if she’d been asked anything about that night with Ruth by the Carter family and she so appreciated them for it.

The scarf was a gesture of love and one that Isa really needed, not just because of her own family, but because it was so damn cold. This snake thing really was a hindrance. She’d never liked the cold before but ever since she’d become a lamia it was so much worse and now she had to wear sunglasses at night on top of it. Gingerly taking the scarf from her friend, she carefully wrapped it around her neck so that she didn’t knock off said sunglasses in her excitement. The last thing she needed was to turn Maggie to stone. Why would the girl still be her friend after something like that?

“I think you’re the best, along with your mother, but we can agree to disagree.” She grinned at Maggie before placing a kiss to her friend’s cheek, something she was sure that she was used to. It was like she hadn’t done it since the day they met.

She took a seat on the hard ground, wishing she had thought to bring a blanket. At least Maggie looked warm. “Did she make you wear all of that too? I bet you’re warm at least.” It wasn’t that Isa didn’t have layers on herself, she very much did, but that puffy jacket looked like the best thing a person could have in this weather. She quickly reached up and adjusted her beanie to pull over her ears, relishing the little bit of warmth that came from the fix.

The confirmation that Maggie believed Wormy would like the snack food was enough to reassure the girl, a sense of pride replacing the worry that had crept in. Looking around the quiet woods, Isabela wondered if there really would be less people…or creatures out tonight. She was sure that some of these cryptids Maggie was so passionate about could withstand the cold better than anything but what would that mean for them? “I’m sure worms like the cold. I don’t know why Wormy would be in Maine, of all places, if they didn’t.”

Rumors were nasty things. If there were any real monsters in Wicked’s Rest, they were made of malicious whispers spread from person to person, built from misunderstanding and an inability to see the truth. People could whisper all sorts of things about Isa. But, as Maggie’s mother had taught her so very long ago, as she had learned for herself, just because people say things doens’t necessarily make those things true. What happened at the top of that water tower was a tragedy- plain and simple. But, if asked or approached with one of those nasty little lies, Maggie would tell anyone the truth: she did not think for a second that Isa was guilty. And if they had anything else to say on the matter, they could kindly go straight to hell.

“I can definitely agree that my mom is the best. She says you have to go on one of her tours when it gets warm again, by the way.” Maggie’s eyes crinkled with delight. Isa had been kissing her cheek for probably as long as they’d been friends. Yet, every time it happened, it brought pure happiness Maggie’s way.

Maggie rummaged about in the bottom of her bag, looking to make sure she had all her supplies. “Warm is an understatement.” Roasting was probably the better word. Layer after layer had been insisted on. It was getting to the point that all Maggie wanted was to peel off at least two layers and go dive into a snowbank. She was certain there would be a cartoonish amount of steam if she did. “Do you want another layer? I’ve got too many and…” Dark brown eyes flicked from the bag to the chilly-looking girl on the ground. “I kinda like you in non-ice-pop form.” She didn’t wait for an answer, beginning the struggle to shed layers like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.

“I mean- Wormy’s probably pretty warm, honestly. He’s chilling in the water, and the water’s warmer than the air right now, which means we’re getting some good fog on the water and-” The words were a rapidfire ramble. An explanation no one had asked for, or maybe even wanted. It was something that made some people groan whenever cryptids were mentioned in her presence. It was something that made people groan in general about Maggie. She curbed herself as soon as she realized. “But it’s still pretty cold… I have hope he likes it.”

“Well, you are your mother’s daughter, are you not?” If Maggie wanted to argue about whether she was the best or not, Isa was willing to talk about it until she was blue in the face (a feat that probably wasn’t impossible with the wind gently blowing her hair back). She’d been nothing but a shining light since the Caceres family had moved to Wicked’s Rest, a light that she had to follow through the darkness on more than one occasion. The whole reason that Isabela hadn’t lost herself while she was imprisoned was because of the various letters she’d gotten from her sister and her best friend. If it hadn’t been for those, a good portion of them being from Maggie, her path could have been so much darker.

So, yes, Maggie was the best. There was no debate in her mind.

“Oh, has she added anything new? I’ll come even if she hasn’t but I feel like these sky quake things should be part of her tour now. Somethings gotta be causing them.” Her eyes drifted up but she couldn’t see much of anything through the dark lenses. The quakes, the noises, they were sometimes too much to handle. Any information on them would be nice.

Looking back over at Maggie, Isa went to protest but no words could come before a giggle bubbled to the surface as she watched her friend struggle with the top layer of her clothes….and, well, she was in no position to turn down warmth. A pair of jeans and a puffy jacket wasn’t much during the winter nights in Maine. “Okay, but let me help before you scare Wormy away.” She was on her feet again, moving to help peel back the clothes that Maggie was offering her which cemented in her mind how fantastic the girl was.

She listened to the rambling intently, the lamia always forgetting a lot of the details for the cryptids around town. There were so many and with that came many facts that got mixed and jumbled in her mind that she had a tendency to forget a lot about what Maggie had told her before. All Isa felt was disappointment when she stopped as she wished by now that she knew the Argentine was all ears. “No, keep going. I forgot he was in the water so I’m sure I’ve forgotten other things. Tell me everything.”

Giggles bubbled up out of her, escaping into the frosty night air as Maggie struggled to escape the layers her mother had insisted upon. A piece of her wondered if the woman had known this would be the case: her daughter standing in the snow, coat half off and sweatshirt caught just above her nose, trying to give warmth to the only person crazy enough to go along with her antics on such a cold night. If that was the case, then she’d wear a million layers next time her mother told her. If it meant sharing a bit of warmth with someone who remained a consistent bright spot in her own life.

It was so easy to forget sometimes that Isa was fine with her as she was. Rambling about cryptids and all. Never trying to tell her such things couldn’t exist, or to grow up and move on. Her gaze softened, brown eyes peering out from the hem of a sweatshirt before disappearing behind fabric. A moment later, and the sweatshirt was being pushed into her friend’s hands. She wanted to thank her. There was so much she wanted to thank her for, and yet, the words were caught in Maggie’s throat. Her nose scrunched, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled.

“Mom’s always tweaking things a little… every time something weird happens, she finds a way to work it in.” She said, shrugging back on the warmth of the yellow parka. “Dad and I keep placing bets on how she’s gonna weave the sky quakes in. I think she’ll weave it into another story. Dad thinks she’ll start something new.”

Tell me everything. Those three words were still ringing in her ears. Lots of people could say that they were interested, but very few actually meant it. It was a rare thing to be listened to and not feel like an annoyance. “Well,” the word tumbled into the open air, a two-note melody that carried out towards the water, towards the deep where creatures dwelled. “You know he’s the reason some sailors don’t make it through Storm’s Eye Trench, right?” Maggie slowly meandered a few feet away, eyes turning towards the dark of the sea, the moonlight and snow illuminating the crests of waves in the distance.

“The sea’s a thing to be respected… to be feared. Wormy’s just a part of that. But sometimes sailors and fishermen think they’re stronger than the forces of nature. That the sea is something they can just… conquer. Use. Now, those are the stories you hear where ships wreck, bits of flotsam the only parts ever found of those boats. But for as many stories of sea monsters wrecking ships sailed by captains who think they’re gods, there are still stories of some people being saved by something out there… I’d like to think it’s him.”

“Maggie, one layer at a time.” She was laughing as the words came out, struggling along with her friend while they worked with the clothes. These were the moments that made cryptid hunting with Maggie so worth it. Any moment with her friend was worth the world but laughing together over silly things like this were always her favorite times. They could never find a cryptid on their hunts and Isa would be just as happy as she’d be if they’d found every single one every single time they came out to these woods. It would still be worth the long nights in the cold because she got that time with her.

Noticing the look that Maggie was giving her over the sweater, Isa stuck her tongue out through her smile, not sure why she was being stared at like that but going with it. But soon the clothes were in her hands and she was sure how to do this without risking the stone magic. Isa couldn’t get this sweater on without taking those glasses off and she didn’t like that. Just to be sure that she didn’t hurt her friend, she turned her back to Maggie and walked a little bit away but not far enough that she couldn’t hear her.

“Something new? Like what? Gosh, I really need to start going on your moms tour more, I feel like I’m missing out on a lot.” As she spoke, she took her own jacket off and carefully removed the sunglasses from her eyes, making sure to place them between her knees so she didn’t risk losing them. The lamia was quick, throwing the sweater on, sweeping her hair back into place, and then putting those glasses back on so she didn’t risk Maggie coming to help her the way she had. She knew her best friend, she’d want to return the favor.

She turned back, shrugging her jacket back on with a smile just as Maggie started to continue her talk about Wormy. Yea, she had forgotten all of this even with all of the times that she’d heard the facts before and they were just as interesting as the first time. “Wait, really?” She loved that trench. It was a sad area where so many tragedies had happened but all of the stories she had heard about the area were so cool. Storms popping up out of nowhere? I mean, who wouldn’t think that was cool?

As many times as Isa had heard about Maggie’s mom being an amazing storyteller, she would always counter with how amazing Maggie was herself. The girl could keep her attention when she was only speaking of a random piece of driftwood, that’s how captivating Isa found her. She hung on every word, eyes widening with the last line. “I bet he is. I love what you said about the sea being respected and feared, that’s so right. I’m sure you’re also right about wormy. The ying and yang, the waves of the sea, it all comes full circle, right?”

“Did you hear anything about The Big Finn? I’m still doing some research on it, but it’s been a whole thing lately. I think she might weave it into her tour. Plus, there’s the goo… the reindeer, the snowmen…” Maggie fiddled with the zipper on her coat, retreating back into the warmth of her coat.

She was beginning to hope that the snow wouldn’t send the sea monster swimming into warmer waters. If Maggie was dragging her best friend into the dark and cold, she didn’t want it to be a waste of her time. It wouldn’t be fair, making Isa freeze for something that was entirely her own obsession. Had she been a better friend, she would suggest that she and Isa call off the Wormy hunt for the night and go watch movies on her couch. Had she been a better friend, she would have started dragging Isa to the nearest warm building rather than just giving her another layer.

But the call of mystery was Maggie’s siren song. The soft crash of the waves on the shore in the distance was the voice of the wyrm, beckoning her forward, asking her to find him. Somewhere out there was the world her mother’s stories had promised her. Somewhere out beyond where her eyes could see were creatures that existed far longer than the world of men ever had. Remaining, enduring, surviving all because the world of human kind had forgotten what was really out there. Time made stories of everything… and she was determined to wipe the dust away from the pages.

“Moms better at the story part of it.” She shrugged, jamming her hands in her pocket. Maybe gloves would have been a good idea… “I’m just good at the drawing and listening bit.” The truth was that the words were all her mothers. And probably, the truth was that Maggie had butchered the story two or twenty times. But Isa still smiled and encouraged her… perhaps there was enough in that.

“Yeah… balance, I think. The sea gives and it takes… and so can Wormy.”

Oh…how much had Isa missed? “No, what’s The Big Finn?” At least she knew about the other three things mentioned, those had been hard to miss. The goo had almost taken over her apartment and she had been stuck in Deersprings for at least two weeks because of it. It had been the worst to say the least.

Speaking of that part of town. “Oh! Have you heard about the gingerbread houses in Deersprings? Apparently they were like somebody else’s houses and they just became gingerbread or something. I don’t know what happened to the people but whoever made them I hope they know it was delicious.” A proud smile graced her features, happy to contribute to the conversation and hoping that Maggie hadn’t heard about the houses yet. Isa liked bringing new things to her friend, always liked seeing how excited it made her to hear new lore from around town.

“I think you’re good at the story part too.” The snake threw a look her friend’s way, wishing beyond anything that Maggie would believe her ability of storytelling a little more. She’d always loved listening to her. Yes, Maggie’s mother was so good at her job but it was clear that her daughter had picked up that ability too. “I always love listening to you. You make it all sound so interesting.” In truth, if Isa weren’t as close with Maggie as she was, she wouldn’t know anything about the cryptids around their town and she would have been okay with that. When she was younger she’d never really had much interest in it all but when Maggie came into her life she and her family had a way of drawing her into the legends that are literally created around them everyday. She loved it now.

“It’s kind of like life in general. It gives you crap but then it gives you the beautiful things that you could never have imagined. Like best friends.” Isa flashed a smile before grabbing the sushi from her bag and holding it out towards the other. That was the good thing about the weather, at least the food wasn’t going to go bad.

Sometimes, Maggie couldn’t believe she’d been so lucky as to find a friend like Isa. There were very few people in town who didn’t think the girl’s interests were just a little weird. Cryptids weren’t real, and dedicating spare time to romping about in the dark after ‘non-existent’ things made no sense, not to them. But for as long as she had known her, Isa had never told her she was weird. She’d asked Maggie questions, listened while she prattled on endlessly, and agreed to go around looking for the things that others said didn’t exist. She’d never told the other girl, but the time Isa had been imprisoned had been the hardest. It was why she sent letter after letter, why she’d tried to visit when she could…

“Like the whole of the houses? All of it? Just gingerbread?” Now that was something worth investigating. Or at least nibbling on in curiosity. A mischievous light twinkled in her eyes as she glanced around performatively. “I think we should go steal as many gingerbread shingles as we can carry after this.”

She felt a strange little pang in her heart as she listened to her best friend speak. There were times where Maggie felt like she just got lost. She didn’t think she was as good of a storyteller as her mom, and she was definitely not as clever as Frankie or their dad. She had her markers and pencils and the world that lived in her head. But Isabela Caceres saw Maggie as something beautiful, something important. God, she really was the best… She ducked her head for a moment, grateful for the long blue braids falling about her face as they concealed the watery eyes, the mushy smile…

“You’re my favorite person in the world, did you know that?” She declared, taking the box of sushi before she started her stroll down towards the water.

“Just gingerbread! It was so cool! Like they had frosting and gumdrops and different candies decorating it like an actual gingerbread house. And they had little people inside too.” Only they weren’t so little. They were lifesize and the faces they’d been making were worrisome but Isa had learned long ago not to question things in Wicked’s Rest. Even before she was what she was she’d suspected that things weren’t quite right around this place. She’d never encountered things like book wyrms or inanimate objects moving by themselves back in Argentina but it happened so often after she’d moved. It made it so much easier to not question Maggie and her beliefs even if she hadn’t been the biggest believer. Supporting your friend was worth more than being right.

Turns out, Maggie might have been right all along.

She recognized that glint, her smile broadening as she nodded her head. “Yes! We can store them at my apartment so your mom doesn’t question why we have a ton of gingerbread laying around your room.” Maybe they could even get one of those M&M door handles from the hungry deer.

She looked up at her friend's words, her grin slipping into a genuinely affectionate smile. Without Maggie, Isa’s world would have turned out so differently. Not only had she been there when she’d first moved to the country but her best friend had been what got her through the hardest time of her life. Without those letters, without the visits, Isa couldn’t have been sure she would have made it through prison. So much had been against her behind those bars with being one of the youngest there but Maggie’s words kept her heart soft where so many others would have hardened under the circumstances. She wasn’t lonely like so many she’d seen in those cells because she had a light on the outside guiding her through and she could never thank her enough for it.

“Maggie…you will always be my favorite person in the world. I love you so much, okay?” Isa followed her friend’s footsteps through the snow, trying to match each indentation with her own feet. She would follow Maggie anywhere.

#Threads #Thread: Maggie #The Search for Wormy #//these two own my heart

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Being Bruno’s Child Would Include… Pt. V

Went back to school getting busy again, but here’s part four. I swear I have a problem all of my headcanons turnout way longer than planned. The reader’s age is 10. Stay tuned for part six.

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You sat at the end of the table opposite Abuela. Mira’s side of the family, along with the Guzmáns, sat to your right. Antonio’s side, along with Julieta, to your left. You had the perfect seat to watch the chaos unfold. You always had been more of an observer.

You watched as Dolores began a train of gossip on her side of the table, curious as to what they were whispering about; watched as Luisa left to retrieve the piano, and Mirabel attempted to rush Mariano to propose.

That’s when the pain returned, flaring up in your head. In an instant, you were sent back.

You had been blessed with the gift of retrocognitive empathy. The ability to not only see into the past but gauge the true sentiments and emotions of the moments. You felt the joy of Antonio’s first moment in the sun, the frustration at Pepa’s wedding, the love in Javier's final moments with their partner.

You extended those feelings to the people who would travel with you. Mirabel laughed. Of course she did. She was basking in the witticism radiating off of the moment you had pulled her to. Valdovinos wept. You couldn’t blame her, her memory was ripe with sorrow.

You stood in the open arch entrance of the kitchen. Tía Julieta sat at the table, a small child you recognized as Mirabel, wrapped in her warm embrace. Mira had a look of complete and utter heartbreak. Tears raced down her cheeks and gut wrenching sobs tore at her chest. The rivers on her face flowed freely, spilling off her cheeks on to the white and gold dress she wore.

Beside you a little Luisa materialized, silently watching the scene unfold in the dining room. “Luisa, where’s mom? I need her.” Isabela said, appearing behind her.

“No! We have to be strong for mom, for Mira.” Luisa instructed, puffing up her chest to make herself big. Isa eyed her, then looked past her to Mira and Julieta. She pouted with a huff, then stalked off. Luisa looked over her shoulder at her little sister sobbing in her mother’s arms. “I have to be strong,” she whispered.

This moment had both no feeling and too many. This moment didn’t know how to feel. It was lost.

As Luisa left, you noticed, below her feet, cracks appeared on the tile. You knelt, extending a hand to touch one.

Your headache returned and in an instant, you were back. Luisa, crying, struggling to pull the piano through to the kitchen; Tía Pepa thundering, and Mirabella wrestling to retrieve a glowing green slab from some of Antonio’s coatimundi friends.

The night had not gone perfectly. The revelation that Mirabel was the focus of one of your Pa’s visions, one that warned of family’s destruction, had understandably distressed multiple members of the family.

While Abuela was concerned with hunting down Mirabel, Augustín was focusing on Luisa, and Camilo was calming down his mama. You directed your attention elsewhere.

It was really easy to consider the feelings of those showing visible signs of distress, (especially on days like this one). Those evading the conflict by holing up in their room, their feelings are more likely to be overlooked.

That’s why you found yourself in Isa's room. She has always been one of your favorite cousins. Top three, for sure.

You were the only one who regularly caught Isa’s "imperfections": you know she likes to play in mud, and that she has on point impersonations of almost all the family members, she wants to try cutting her hair short, and doesn’t love Mariano.

"Issy, impresionante prima grande! How are you feeling!?" (awesome big cousin). You called slowly, moving through the grand floral room. You always felt bad stepping on the flowers; Isa spent so much energy perfecting their arrangements.

Isabela, who sat on her bed, lowered from the ceiling. Even from where you stood, you could already tell she had been crying. She sat silently, hunched over with a sense of dejection. Seeing you, she stretched out her arms, “Come here, mi rayito de sol.” (My little sunshine)

Isa hugs are the best. “Please don’t be sad, Issy. Your sadness is worse than Tía Pepa's.” You snuggled against her chest, listening to her concerns and fears. You already knew how she felt about the high standards the family held her to.

“How are you feeling, rayito de sol?” She asked, running her fingers through your hair. Now it was your turn. You sat in her lap, letting her braid and decorate your hair, as you shared your own fears.

You felt bad for the things you were considering. The way you were feeling. “Issy, would losing our magic really be that bad?” You asked. You hid your face in your hands, feeling heat rise in your cheeks.

At that moment, her face fell. It didn’t read as disappointment, instead you read her reaction as one of understanding and sympathy. Her arms squeezed around you a fraction tighter, and you relaxed into her embrace so fully. "I'm sorry you have to marry Mariano…” you whispered. A smile sneaks out of the corner of your mouth. “And have his five babies."

With that tease Isabela kicked you out of her room, in the playful way older sisters do when they get mildly annoyed (you and Isa have a relationship comparable only to Nani and Lilo’s).

You turned to head to your own room, but found Antonio’s twin coatimundi standing in your path. “Oh, um, hello,” you waved. They had a glint in their eyes that made you… uneasy.

All the animals had only been invited to stay the previous night. Still, you knew the coatimundis could be trouble. They pickpocketed your tío Augustín, stole from Julieta’s treats and created trouble at dinner.

One jumped, perching itself on your arm, pulling at your sleeve. The other scurried behind you and attempted to nudge you forward.

“Tonito,” you called, walking across the planks to his tree house. “Tonito, your gift is amazing, truly, but I think you need to talk to the coatimundis about boundaries.” You continued, approaching your young cousin. You gently took one of the mundis, now perched on your shoulder, off and handed them to your cousin.

“They like you,” Antonio informed. You chuckle, smiling with your mouth closed, reaching up and scratching the chin of the mundi settled on your head. “There’s somebody they want you to meet.”

The coatimundis scurried from your head and Antonio’s arms off and up to the second level of the treehouse. Antonio gestured with his lips for you to follow. You tried to suppress your giggling, as you followed them up the tree, but ended up bursting into loud laughter.

As you reached the top of the stairs, sand, like a downpour of rain, piled on to the top of your head. “Why is there sand in a treehouse?” you squealed. Like a dog, you shook the sand, as much as you could, from your body. One of the coatimundis bounded back over to you, and with their little paws, attempted to help you wipe the sand from your eyes.

As your vision, fuzzy from sand, settled back into focus, you were able to make out the bright teal and vibrant embroideries of Miabel’s skirt.

“I’m sorry, Bruno’s vision suggests you’re gonna break the house.” Still wiping grains from your eyes, you moved to your cousin oblivious to what had taken place moments ago. “The future isn’t set in stone. Well, my Pa’s visions are glass soooo. Doesn’t matter. Glass or stone can be broken.” The coatimundis jumped and roosted on your shoulders. “Make your own future,” you smiled up at her, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Broken house or not, I’ll still love you. Tu mi familia, Mira.”

“Y/n.” The foreign voice startled you. You turned. There stood a man you expected never to see. Bruno, your pa. “You’re so big.”

You stared at the man across from you. You couldn’t help but try to hide behind Mirabel. At that moment, you felt like you were that small five-year-old again; standing at the front of the aisle, all eyes on you. Everything you wanted and feared out in front of you.

You had never moved so fast in your life. After saying a quick awkward goodbye to the two, you rushed past Bruno and out of Antonio’s room. You rushed to the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets.

Unbeknownst to you, the doors flickered upstairs.

At that same moment, stress once again flared up in your head. In an instant, you were pushed back again, only this time you remained in your place in the kitchen.

A screaming group of children ran into the kitchen from the patio. Mud coated their little bodies like icing on a cake. Flowers and grass tufts were the toppings on their earthy coating. The peace you had known mere seconds ago had been shattered by their running and childish screams of delight. All the Madrigal kids of the time Dolores, Luisa, Camilo, Mirabel, and even Isa paraded around the room tracking mud across the floor without a care.

“What is going on!?” Abuela’s voice sounded through the room, bringing the children to a stand still. You felt yourself go rigid at her stern tone. You noticed Isa across the room straightening her posture, placing her hands neatly behind her back.

“Abuela! Lores and Isa taught us ta make mud pies,” Camilo explained. Both he and Mira missed the clear look of displeasure on the adults' faces. Seeing her grandson’s wide toothy smile as he held up a mud pie in one hand and held onto Mira’s hand with the other, Abuela's face softened.

“That’s nice Camilo. Why don’t you, and Mira, and Luisa, and Dolores go get cleaned up for lunch?” She gently instructed. The four kids allowed their parents to lead them away, just as Isabela moved to join them Abuela stopped her.

To the best of her ability, Abuela knelt, placing her hands on her young granddaughter’s shoulders. “Isabela, you are the oldest child. It is up to you to set a good example for others and for the community.”

Now standing behind Abuela, you could see the slight widening of Isa’s eyes. She blinked back a frown, instead flashing a half-smile. One you recognized as false. “I understand Abuela, for the family. For Encanto.”

Abuela extended a hand, cupping it around Isa’s cheek. “Isabela Madrigal, an angel. Our perfect angel,” she stated.

The initial energy and excitement you’d absorbed at the beginning of the moment had vanished, leaving the occasion to feel hollow, empty, lost.

As Abuela spoke, cracks formed on the floor, beneath Isabela’s feet. The same as Luisa, they didn’t even notice. You don’t have time to investigate the fractures further, as the headache returns and you're brought back to the present.

The house shook. Hopefully not a reaction to what you’d just been through. Looking at what you held in your hand, you remembered what had led you to the kitchen in the first place.

You hurried back upstairs to Antonio’s room. “Tonito, where’s Mira and my… where'd they go?” You asked.

“They left.”

“Oh.” Your shoulders sunk. Your eyes fell to the plate in your hands, stacked as high as possible with food. The coatimundi came to your aid, hugging and nuzzling at your legs. “I thought he looked hungry,” you mumbled.

You left the plate with Antonio’s animals and went to sulk at the hall railing. Suddenly, vibrant plants of various colors burst forth from the ground, decorating practically every inch of the halls, ceiling, and walls included.

Isa and Mira fell past you onto a pile of flowers that erupted on the floor of level below. Their peels of laughter echo in the open room. It was nice to see them getting along.

Abuela walks in, not sparing a moment to make her displeasure and anger known. Unfavourably, at the same time, a sharp pain pierced your head. You let out a cry of pain, keeling over, and pressing your hands to the side of your head. Moments flooded, flickering in and out of your vision. It was as if your brain couldn’t decide which moment it wanted to occupy, and thus was trying to occupy multiple moments at once.

Camilo lamenting the fact that they’d been asked to be someone else for a friend’s party instead of themselves and being told, “it’s a Madrigal’s responsibility to meet the requests of the community; Crack. Pepa being told not to cry because she’d ruin the celebration, even though she’d just had her heart broken for the first time; Crack. Julieta attempting a new skill, and somebody remarking, “you should stay in the kitchen, you’re actually needed there”; Crack. Dolores over hearing that her gift is a curse, if only it was as helpful as Isabela’s; Crack. You crying in the nursery, in Mira’s arms. “Bruno is dead to us,” Abuela stated coldly. “We don’t talk about Bruno.”; Crack. “I wish I was dead.”; Crack.

The pain, the visions, it was too much. You felt the past fracturing as it tried to catch up. Then total numbness, your body went limp, as your head went silent.

You were too busy falling in on yourself to notice the casa collapsing around you. You were paralyzed by the onslaught of emotions that had all too suddenly been silenced. You couldn’t acknowledge Camilo rushing to move you from the path of falling rubble. You were helpless as he took in his arms and slid with you in his lap down a slide created by Casita.

For once, in the present, you felt like a ghost. Much like the past, you were powerless to change the moment you were now living in. You could feel the burning sensation as you gulped down a sharp lump of air. You felt hollow, lost; and it broke you.

You bit at your lower lip as your eyes welled up with tears. Your face turned red, and you felt wet, hot tears start to stream down your face. Body trembling in response to your onslaught of tears and choked up sob, you fell into the fetal position. You pulled your knees to your chest and buried your face down.

You didn’t care who saw you, your walls had been smashed, ground to a fine powder. You were a child, ten-years-old, vulnerable against the tidal wave that is trauma and grief.

Like the most perfect flower, like the rock of the family, and so many others you cracked under the pain.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x child reader #bruno madrigal #the madrigals #madrigals x child reader #madrigals x reader #self insert #disney #fluff #angst #encanto x reader

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