Back on my bullshit, with another Treasures Maker™. But like... make um TANK. Go ALL in. No being coy about it. No holding back. Balls to the wall, batshit insane Treasure Maker.
A real "w-why would you..." Sort of creator. Tentacle with a knife sort of "....wanted to see what would happen." Kind of gal. No one is safe and EVERYONE is nervous. Put the crafting supplies DOWN, shimei! Back AWAY from the crafting rooms! You KNOW you have to be supervised in there!
No one wants another... Incident™! (WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE INCIDENT™!!!)
Cause like?
They? Had a brother. That brother? Was gross. We love um, but teenagers, man. Violence and boobs. 2 Edgy 4 U media. That sort of shit. It was his bread and butter for like... Puberty.
Not! To say he was a bad kid! God, no! But he WAS basicly soaking in sweat, hormones, and teenage "oh god I'm so horny I couldd die but also AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!" Brain fuckery. Not fun. She survived it, does NOT recommend, but still retains the Sisterly right to ROAST his deeply shit reading tastes (lightly).
After all? Who amongst us? Has not read terrible, terrible Smut based power fantasies? People in glass houses and all that.
.....she DOES wish she, you know, stuck it out. Read that trashfire COMPLETELY. Not just the spark notes, wiki, and that hilarious rant compilation of the Honorable Cucumber Bro (A Legend, we stan. God, what a psycho(affectionate)). But like... not her genre, man. She's an otome nerd. Her Meta knowledge aint worth SHIT.
But! Trying to relate to her brother? Listening to him excitedly talk about the latest chapters and current arcs? DID leave her with SOME knowledge. Enough knowledge.
Specifically?
This world is SHIT to women.
Like? A legit horror reality. Everyone has somehow? Still got that bullshit, purity culture, your honor is stored in your virginal, mint condition, breeding stock hoo-haa. While being surrounded by more natural aphrodisiacs then any Hentai universe could excuse! Like? EXCUSE ME!?
You can't SPIT, without hitting three Fuck Or Die plants and the aphrodisiac poisoning monster that LIVES IN UM!
But we, the WOMAN, would be a whore, should we be struck by the damn near inevitable? Airplane... you sexist HACK! (*Qinghau... feels like he's in danger*)(He swears he DIDNT MEAN IT! He just didn't think of the implications! About A LOT OF SHIT!)
Not to MENTION?
The fucking (quite literally) BODY HORROR fuckboi Protagonist! With his MONSTER DICK! Like? Look... she is a GROWN ASS WOMAN, okay? She KNOWS how sex works! Apparently, she is one of the privileged few in this universe who DOES. And while her little brother and that hack author may buy into the troupe "all women want huuuuuge, big, improbable, monster dicks"?
Ha ha! GOD, No. They do NOT. That is PURELY a male thing! It's a masculinity thing. Some power fantasy, male envy, "look how manly I am" bullshit. WOMEN? Have ORGANS. And while there ARE outliers (gods bless, we salute you. Go for greatness, you mad, mad queens.) MOST of us? Like bits that FIT.
You know... WITHOUT the Protagonist's so called "blood Gu". (Thanks! That's a HORRIFYING THOUGHT! Both on the "what do MEAN he, a non medically trained fuckboi, LITERALLY REARRANGED THEIR INSIDES?" lvl AND on the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARASITES IN THE BLOOD‽‽‽" lvl.)
So SI-OC? Rightfully? Wants Mr "All Women Are Belong To Me" NO WHERE near her. The fact that he's a demon? Irrelevant. The fact that he's an unrepentant MONSTER of a man? With a body horror dick? VERY relevant.
BEGONE XANXIA SATAN.
Leave her and her orifices the FUCK ALONE. You psychotic, sect murdering, realities destroying, selfish, narcissistic Fuckboi!
Not that she remembers much of the "cool motive, still murder" Phase of his life. Nor does she care, with how many people he fucks over. She wants to get far, FAR away from that mess. And more SPECIFICALLY? She wants to SURVIVE that mess. Which requires power.
She doesn't HAVE power.
But? She DOES have some Meta knowledge... and a shit ton of patience.
Cause after all, what is better then a protection talisman sewn onto a robe? Ten Thousand Protection Talismans sewn onto a robe, which is only ONE of a SET. And that? She can do.
To hell with pretty embroidery. Flowers and bamboo. Birds in flight. No, with Qi enhanced sight, and steady hands? The finest needle and the strongest, thinnest, thread? Script so tight and small it light grains of rice. Over and over and OVER. Each of her layers, holding thousands upon thousands of words. So small it's near impossible to read.
Which, of course, is to say nothing of the ribbons. Such long HAIR, after all! Only a FOOL wouldn't make USE of that space. Portioning out her head into hundreds of tiny braids, talisman written ribbons woven all the way down.
Every bit and piece of her clothing, a masterwork of steady repetition and patience. A fortress, built brick by brick. Not inconquerable. But strong enough, that even the heavens would strain.
Of course... only so long... as she's WEARING such armor.
Everyone must sleep eventually. Must bathe. You can not wear only one thing FOREVER. And that IS the difference between the strength you create and the strength you simply possess. One of them? Is always with you.
And like? Imagine it.
Big Sister. The penultimate Immovable Object facing off against Bingme's Unstoppable Force. Her DECADES of quite preparation unfurling like the waking of a slumbering GOD. All those traitors to the Sect. Women who BETRAYED their own. Betrayed their bothers and sisters, the CHILDREN they were supposed to guide and teach. For DICK. Having their attacks against her turned back against them.
Lethally.
As the remaining Peak Lords fight, a literal beacon of power. Of Safety. Sweeping through and grabbing survivors. Tossing them into a hidden realm she's literally wearing around her neck. Small but stable, her graduates work in progress. It's sparse in there. More bare earth and barely planted medical plants then anything. A few fruit trees.
But? It's beyond the reach of these invaders. And unless Luo Binghe kills her? Gets past her every defense and prys the anchor from her cold dead hands? Then they are safe. For now.
The sect may be lost. At least in terms of buildings, land. But it's PEOPLE? The important part? Not so long as she lives. The selfish dramas of demons and men are none of her concern. She has students, children, and the injured to protect.
And obviously, this makes her a target. She's shining like a God damn mini sun. It's not subtle. But the sect is burning, there's demons everywhere, she kinda expected that. At least she gets to kill a few of those traitorous "wives" on her way out.
(They betrayed their sisters. Their students. Their FRIENDS! This was their FUCKING HOME!! If they thought the Sect unforgivable? They should have LEFT. Not attacked as children fled for their lives. Cultivators are meant to kill monsters, not BECOME them.)
She takes them, her copies of as much of the libraries as she could manage on her own (it's not enough. Forgive her. She had to prioritize.) and heads for the border of the map. As fast as Cultivation can travel.
Did the Realms truely merge? Or did this portion collapse together? If they fly far enough, will they find the edge? And should it ALL have collapsed... he's not explored it yet. They have time to rebuild. Heal. Train and grow stronger..
All is not lost. Not yet.
Besides...
Who's to say that Fuckboi is the only Protagonist in this world? The only child of the Heavens? Maybe there are other gods. Maybe... maybe those gods are pissed. At the presumption. The arrogance. Maybe... just maybe, those gods will help. Who can say? It's never been done.
But is that not the duty of a righteous cultivator? To do what is right? To fight against monsters? What greater monster is there then this? The child not embraced by the village, will come to burn it down. But Luo Binghe? He has decided to burn the WORLD to ashes. And such madness must be stopped.
It doesn't matter how it began. They're gonna end it.
i don't care what anyone says, i fucking love edgy apathetic reincarnated si-ocs. oh, you don't care about life anymore because you see everyone around you as mere characters whose fates are set in stone? you keep pushing everyone away because ultimately you're scared they'll have no place for you in their life after everything goes down? you've unwittingly gotten attached to a canon character and you're wavering in your stance of leaving the story behind for the first hint of friendship you've truly had since your death? tell me more
I blame the many SI-OC's I've been reading and the DC train I accidentally boarded but an idea have been haunting me for months and I need to unleash it before it consumes me
So, Isekai/ reincarnation/ transmigration/ etc. is cool en all, but not really wanted nor appreciated in a world full of world ending threats, worst of all DC. From what I've been able to understand there are multiple timelines in the DC verse and only a few of them have happy endings. So, there is a very big chance that if you were get reincarnated? You might not even get to live that long. Especially if you're in a timeline you do not recognize.
Luckily for our protagonist, he is able to recognize the timeline he got put into. Its the one where instead of mr and mrs Wayne dies, where little boy Bruce has his origin story, it's where Bruce himself dies. He's in the timeline where the batman is Thomas Wayne and the Joker is Martha Wayne. Both grieving the loss of their son. *Que emotional breakdown*
It's fine. It's fine, it's not like our protagonist was able to finish reading this comics so he knows what to do, noooo~. It's not like he only knew about this timeline because of fanarts and therefore knows nothing. It also doesn't help that he is a street rat without a name and with gotham suddenly producing a large number of rogues to keep up with the early appearance of the clown queen and the dark knight. Thanks universe, it wasn't like he wanted to live long anyway *Que more emotional breakdown*
And so he decided just make do. Oh, why does he have this gun? Well, there was a police raid in a nearby warehouse, so he decided to take what was left behind (totally didn't steal it). Oh, a new rogue suddenly appeared near ally A? Guess we cant go there anymore. Oh, you saw something happen at location Y? NO YOU DIDN'T. Just roll with the flow.
It's worked so far, he's now lived past his 13th birthday. He made friends on the way, and and even rekindled his hobby of playing guitar and love for music that was smothered by his previous worlds issues. He even found a broken down guitar and fixed it behind an abandoned theater. He and his merry band of friends play music along the less busier streets for money, playing plagiarized -uh new era music(listen, it's not plagiarism if it doesn't exist yet). Life is going great, even with scary rogues, dirty streets, and a suspicious amount of cults, at least the world ending stuffed hadn't started yet(probably cuz it's still before the tech rise).
He makes sure he and his friends don't stand out too much. This world's Batman doesn't seem to have an adoption problem, but best be careful just in case. He doesn't want to get involved in whatever similar to cannon events that he knows is coming.
Life is good.
Life is good.
Until a rip of space opens up behind their hideout and in falls an unconscious boy, probably his age, wearing a hoodie with a camera around his neck and hands over his head.
......The boy looks like a main character.
The boy looks like the one with the stick and is named after a restaurant.
What's worse is that his clothes look like the ones from the modern world. Where phones didn't fold and TVs weren't boxes.
So, Minji has been doing a "What if a person reincarnated into SVSSS as [X] animal?" Series or Prompts/stories. And it occurs to me. Elephants existed in ancient China.
So one could make the argument that they could exsist in a Xanxia setting.
Just like the boar in one of Minji's blurbs, they are a force to be reckoned with. And elephants are smart animals. Used as war mounts.
So. Onto the prompt/burb
A human reincarnates into a baby war elephant and manages to escape. He heads up the mountain to Beast Peak as stealthy as a elephant can be. (Not very) and steals enough learning material to start Cultivation.
SUMMARY: A girl from our world transmigrates into Miraculous Ladybug, and finds herself reborn as Celeste Grahms—someone who never existed in the show. Finding herself heiress to a global empire, and with a completley different script, Celeste finds that she isn't interested in playing by the canon rules. Why settle for the sidelines when she can find herself the main chacracter?
The original plot? Doesn’t matter. She didn’t ask for this, so why follow the script everyone else is bound to? With a darker Paris, a more ruthless Hawkmoth and her least favourite character standing in her way, she can be sure of only one thing in this new life of hers—Celeste Grahms refuses to be anyone’s pawn, when she can become the queen.
