May Your Descriptions Be Rich, Your Dialog Natural, And Your Ending Be Satisfying.

May your descriptions be rich, your dialog natural, and your ending be satisfying.

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

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Of Silk and Ashes.

This au is based off this post which I have been itching to write about.

It had all happened so fast. One second she was running as fast as her legs would take her, the next she was on the ground then bright blue light and the roar of an explosion and heat. All consuming smothering heat washing over her in a wave of screaming agony. Then the light and noise stopped leaving nothing but the heat, clawing at every nerve and muscle as she felt her skin fell off in charred bloody chunks. She couldn't move, all she could do was scream until her throat was raw and she was left to cry in silence. She wasn't sure how long it went on, days? Weeks maybe? The only mark of time passing was the cloying pain in her stomach as she drifted in and out of consciousness dreaming of rescue, of the dark and silence being broken by light and the sound of bulkheads voice as he pulled her out and held her close.

Then she started to hear them. At first she couldnt understand but as time passed she began to hear it clearer. Countless soft chittering voices speaking to her not in words but impressions conveyed in near inaudible clicks. They cooed to her sentiments of comfort and safety, telling her stories to distract her from the pain and doing all they could to help her. Eventually she managed to communicate back, hungry was what she conveyed to them and they dutifully brought her things to eat. Small things mostly, insects and sprouts, but she could hardly afford to be picky so she ate it all great fully until the knaw in her stomach abided and she was able to fall asleep to their gentle words. It continued on like that for quite some time; she would wake up to new voices, they would speak to her and feed her, and she would try to communicate back something that was steadily becoming easier as her strength returned to her and she began to feel something other than pain. Feels things like the four long limbs growing from her back, like the dense tail growing from the base of her spine, the cool almost metalic materal in place of her skin, and the bodies of her spider companions crawling all over her.

When she finally had the strength to crawl out of the pit guided by her friends she was greated by the light of the moon peering through dense foliage. The first light in who knew how long. It was wonderful. As was the feeling of fresh cold air filling her lungs, the feel of grass under her feet changed as they were, the sound of the outside world, and the taste of the animals she ate after friends guided her to their dens. It was all so wonderfull after being stuck in the dark empty pit. Then they brought her to a lake and her heart sank at the sight of her reflection.

She new she had been changed, she just hadn't realized how much. Eight vibrant amber eyes stared back her, so much time blind had stopped her from noticing just how much more she could see now. Her skin was pale and nearly grey atleast what little of it remained not replaced by the shiny black carapace layered over her rail thin frame. Even the sight of the things she knew about from the legs and tail to the fangs filling her mouth were off-putting to see. She traced the snake like slit cut across her sunken cheeks from the corners of her mouth as she peered at herself in fascination. She looked like monster straight out of a horror movie or maybe a sci-fi super villain, all charred and emaciated and dangerous. She would never be able to go out in public again never mind become a Rockstar like she always dreamed. She would never be able to talk to anyone casually, never get the chance to fall in love, never get to see the world. When she died she would be alone and forgotten. After all that's what happened to monsters.

Of Silk and Ashes pt 2

Link to part one is here

And link to the post inspiring this au is here

Fury boiled over inside her chest. Her friends had left her die in that pit. They left her down there to rot in the darkness not even bothering to recover her body. If they had they would have found her and saved her but instead she hadn't gotten so much as a grave marker! And that pit was a grave, for all intense and purposes her life had ended that day. Her dreams and plans and hopes had all been taken from her never to be fulfilled. She was just a mutated freak now, a beast, a monster. Monster. Monsters didn't get happy endings, neither would miko. Monsters didn’t belong in normal society, neither did miko. Monsters were the villains, it was only fitting that miko would be to. She would make them pay, make them all suffer for abandoning her. For betraying her.

After weeks of labor miko had established somewhat of a home for herself. She had dug the pit out into a comfortable den, mastered her new found abilities, and set out multiple traps all over the woods to catch plenty of food all the while filled with a white hot fury burning inside her. She had even made a discovery. Apperantly, she was infectious. Anything from plants to animals even technoly all of it became massive, mutated and obedient to her. Her friend especially were transformed, becoming bigger, stronger, and smarter. Many of them were the size of a house and others were venomous enough to kill full sized bucks with a single bite. The change was a slow process but miko quickly learned that her venom sped it up significantly. Quite the stroke of luck for her, she would have an entire army to help get her revenge. For now though she simply had them steal things for her from any campers unlucky enough to show up in her territory. Mostly food and clothing plus a few books, including a particularly interesting one about weaving patterns, aswell as the occasional pet. She didn't bother to have them be careful about it nor did she bother trying to contain the spreading mutation through the forest. She wanted it to be noticed after all. She wanted them to notice. That's how she would lure them into her web and that's how she would make them pay. They would learn what it was like, they would suffer just as she had.

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