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Filipino Isekai
Imagine waking up to find yourself in one of those "the mice and other small animals have a secret civilization hidden from humans" settings. And you've been turned into a mouse and you're horrified to discover that you were already living in that sort of setting but there's some sort of weird perception filter that causes mice to appear as nonsapient animals acting on instinct instead of the sapient creatures they actually are. Like, human brains cannot comprehend the mouse society. It's like an entirely separate wavelength of the same reality. Language becomes squeaks, furniture becomes scraps and rubbish, furnished homes become a dusty hole. You had no idea it was there, because you couldn't have any idea.
And if that existential horror wasn't enough, it becomes clear that the perception filter works both ways, and humans no longer appear sapient to you. You can read the books in your local mouse library just fine, but the human road signs? Incomprehensible scribbles with no rhyme or reason. The humans are lumbering, unpredictable creatures which fashion large structures with bizarre, barely comprehensible purposes. They don't seem sapient, they seem monstrous. Just as wild as a mountain lion or an eagle, and just as threatening, yet their excess materials are strangely useful. It's terrifying. Every once in a while you manage to identify something with how it is in your human memories, you can extrapolate what the humans must be doing or saying because you remember what the human context is, but you cannot recognize human civilization anymore. Because you're a mouse now, living in a mouse's reality. And nobody else has been through this, so nobody else in this mouse world can understand what it is you're going through. And you're so small.
Anyway would that be messed up or what? Give me some mildly horrifying mouse world isekai.
Isekai but the teenage boy wakes up to find himself sporadically occupying the body of a little old lady who appears to be the protagonist of a series of cozy murder mysteries where everyone in her quaint seaside town keeps getting violently and thematically killed.
Whilst wearing the guise of retired widow Mrs. Butterwell, Hideki must use all of his knowledge of genre and structure to try and prevent these murders before they can happen, because quite frankly that seems easier than actually solving the murders (he's not great at puzzles). He's been spending a lot of time talking to people around town to try and solve their various crises just to cover his bases too. It's really opened his eyes to the importance of community.
YOU'VE JUST BEEN ISEKAI'D!
You know how it is. You were hit by a truck or fell from a great height, and now you're trapped in a fantasy land! Quick, spin this wheel to find out what you've reincarnated as!
How will you fare in this magical world?
I would rather have died
It's... I mean okay I guess.
Hm. Not ideal, but I can roll with it.
Literally fine.
Oh hold up I can COOK with this one
I will do the best I can
I WAS BORN TO PLAY THIS PART.
Remember to show this to all your friends :)
How fucked would you be if you appeared in the world of the most recent movie/show you watched?
Very, it's a dystopia there
I'd manage, but barely
It'd be pretty much the same
It would literally be the same
It'd be alright
IT IS LITERALLY SO MUCH BETTER
Other/Nuance
Results/I don't know the last show I watched
CUT LOOSE
[ ✦. ] Sylus x nonmc! reader, isekai, soulmate au
“What the hell?”
Imagine waking up in a game world... A game you played in your last life. Well, how are you so sure? Because you have seen this dark, rich, and mysterious place plenty of times from the game.
You sit up from the sofa, scanning the room, unsure of what you’re looking for.
“So the unknown lady finally wakes up?”
Bam! Your heart almost jumps out of its place. The voice is clear and sharp, but there’s a gentleness and warmth in it, one you’ve always yearned for but never found.
When you look at the source, there, standing as erect and stable as a pillar, you find him.
Sylus.
You gape. He quips his brows and looks at you in amusement. Then something else catches your eyes when you look at him.
Red string.
On Sylus’ pinky finger.
Slowly, your gaze follows where the string leads.
No.
No. No way.
It shouldn’t be possible.
“That’s funny…” You laugh, humourless and dreadful.
As an avid reader, you’re not foreign to fanfiction with this concept. Specifically, soulmate AU—where there’s a pair tied together by a red string of fate on their pinky fingers, said to be destined together in life. Hell, you gobble these kinds of tropes in your past life.
“Why is it tied to me?”
His string connects to you.
A thread wraps around your finger, weighs nothing but glows a vibrant red that might just sear into your skin.
“Have you finished your musings?” He asks.
“...Hi. Sorry about that,” you focus on the man in front of you. His eyes, a glowing ruby that could rival the string, watches you. They never leave you from the start.
You raise an arm and stick out your pinky, “Can you see this?”
Sylus takes a few moments to look at your finger. A breath, a second, a third, then— “Nothing.” He tilts his head, “Why, is there anything that I'm supposed to see?”
You remember spending nights watching his story unfold, the way his loyalty across lifetimes tattoos itself into devotion to her. And yet, now, that same devotion bears a name: yours.
Sh*t.
You retreat your arm and shake your head.
“No, nevermind.”
Another female approaches the two of you.
“You’re finally awake! How are you feeling?” Her face is vibrant, lips lifted into a kind smile. Too familiar, too uncanny as though seeing your favorite painting comes alive.
This is the Main Character—the MC—with the same face you design her to look like in your game.
The main character of this game is fated to be with Sylus. Not you. Never. You did wish for love; you tried and failed, and you cried to have a love as dangerous and beautiful as Sylus' and MC’s; But, you never wish to change the game.
If this is a gift in exchange of the bad luck in your past life, then you will refuse ardently. Who knows? Maybe this is another angst story where you’re going to suffer and watch them be together while the string around your finger slowly disappears. Who knows, right?
You are going to find a way to cut this damn string off.