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nothing   but   a   coffin   in   my   ribcage .
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after everything that had happened in her life, alani found it best to just wander off sometimes, to get back into her own headspace  the one that people liked. of course the people who needed it had her cell phone number and she always told the kids before taking off. it didn’t matter how she ended up floating  lazily in a river, it just helped to be in water when she got like this. taking a deep breath  — not that it mattered  — she dove under and turned her mind off.
she didn’t know how long she’d been under the water but finally she opted to resurface. readjusting to the air came first, focusing on her breathing, reminding her body she could breathe this stuff, before she turned to the bank she’d left her bag on. there was a girl now, and alani calmed her mind before offering a wave.    how long have you been there?  she called out, paddling towards the bank slowly, never taking her eyes off the girl.

          for marina,  the river was as equal parts a source of comfort as it was a terror.  she felt just as much at home in it as she felt it was her grave,  trying to pull her in and drag her back to the afterlife.   it wasn’t,  though.   not truly.   not  literally.   the connection she felt with the river was just that ;   a  connection,   the ebb and flow of the water as it splashed across the rocks that stood in the shore.   she could feel it in her veins,  it whispered against her ear with the breeze that it brought forth.

          when the girl came from beneath the water,  marina knew she would.  the pull of the water was ingrained to her mind somehow.  she didn’t have a grasp on the powers this body possessed,  but she understood enough to feel it underneath her skin.   she returned the wave,  a casual flick of her wrist,  and the water splashed against the rocks again,  almost discreetly enough to be normal.        a couple of minutes,        she answered.   long enough to know no normal person would be able to handle even half of that time without coming up for air.   “   it’s...   sorry,   if i knew it wasn’t empty,  i wouldn’t have stuck around.  i come here when i need to think.  ”     or when she needed to feel less out of her element,  which seemed to be more often than not these days.

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      - oh and the hanger’s under the basketball court, so we’re encouraged to get off it when it starts opening.   ❞  hector glanced around, trying to think if he’d forgotten anything before looking to the newest student.     i think… that’s everything? do you have any questions or, uh, concerns? wait, maybe don’t tell me concerns, i’m not high enough on the chain to do anything to fix those…   

            they really built a hanger for a plane underneath a basketball court and expect kids to just,   clear off as soon as the alarm sounds ?  ”     an eyebrow arched inquisitively as she looked out at the place in question.  call her crazy you wouldn’t be the first,  but she could count on one hand the number of her bratty cousins,  all around the age of people she'd already spotted here,  that would never listen to that.

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            though, well.  i guess that counts as a concern,  and you   said   not to bring those up. ”     her arms cross over her chest, a large breath making her chest heave.   marina’s barely able to wrap her head around most things on a daily basis,  the fact that this is her new home is    ———     let’s just say,  she doesn’t think she’s going to be getting over that one anytime soon.   a place for mutants to do whatever the fuck they want,  where they’re treated like anyone else would be ?   yara had explained it to her when she’d told her this would be her new home,  but marina hadn’t really believed her.

       so,  how long have you been here ?

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                     ever wonder what happened to those teenagers that got really screwed over in the genetic lottery?      those kids that kinda maybe sorta got shunted to the side lines when life got too wacky for even the x-men?       if you’re curious, look no further       —-       a brand new multi-muse containing academy x kids such as gentle, loa, match, rockslide && reviving tag and wolf cub because that was some bullshit, amirite ?!         like or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with any of these kids (as well as a handful of dc muses) !
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so based upon what we see in the comics, its kind of stuck out to me that being afflicted (i need to reread soon bc my memory is rusty) ends up messing with a person, changing their demeanor, making them see things, etc. i know anthony getting into addison's head about justicar messes with her perception even more. long explanation but, my question is, what percentage of addison doing her murder antics is addison herself wanting revenge? (1/2)

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what percentage is anthony molding her into his murder prodigy, and how much is it her uh, bloodline(?) affecting her? does one influence her more than the others? and because i brought up something kinda similar on my previous question, had addison just been an ordinary girl who wasn’t afflicted, would she have still chased for justice her own way or would she have let someone else like,, idk,, her father, deal with her discovery of the cops’ involvement? (2/2)

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esme right again asking the good questions  .  gosh , it took me an entire night to think of this one but i’m really excited to share with you what i cooked up as a response  .  to just clear a few things out of the way first  :  you’re right , no need to re-read the comic  .  the term is indeed afflicted or , formally , children of the branch and addison’s bloodline is very much affecting her  .  the summary for the third and final trade hints at it , but i think we need to discuss it more  .  but first of all , no worries about it , you got everything right , you’re doing amazing , friend  .  ♡  also , this got very , very long so read more about it below , though fair warning for spoilers for the entire run  !
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                   in the spring,   the   thawing   began.   with a hand clutched to my chest,  i stumbled down that overgrown path,  dug through the   softened   dirt,   &&  took that   beat-less   thing back into my hands.  i leaned in  &&  whispered to it,     please don’t   give up.   not yet.   there’s still someone you should be   beating   for     ———   me.        somewhere in that   darkness,   the   faintest   sparkle of   light     bloomed.                        /        quote .

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tag dump.

#➢   (     ❛    ———    just rewrite the story     /    ooc .#➢   (     ❛    ———    this is your silent eulogy     /    aesthetic .#➢   (     ❛    ———     how does heaven taste?     /    promo .#➢   (     ❛    ———     something beautiful but annihilating     /    visage .#➢   (     ❛    ———     this isn’t a haunting ;   it’s a hunting     /    mindset .#➢   (     ❛    ———     i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead     /    queue .#➢   (     ❛    ———     i lift my eyes and all is born again     /    psa .#➢   (     ❛    ———     if you look back now you will be lost     /    info .#➢   (     ❛    ———    where does darkness end and we begin ?     /    answered  :  ic .#➢   (     ❛    ———    burn brighter than your fears     /    answered  :  ooc .#➢   (     ❛    ———    the words you didn’t know were there     /    ask memes .#➢   (     ❛    ———    may you never forget     /    save .#➢   (     ❛    ———     find me in the ashes     /    resources .#➢   (     ❛    ———     even oceans fear the multitudes in me     /    verse   ( main )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———     there’s always a dark darker than the dark you know     /    verse   ( main 2 )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———     there’s a dead girl inside her     /    verse   ( x men )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———     now is the time of monsters      /    verse   ( tomboy )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———    you promised me an empire once     /    dyn  ( agustin )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———     i worry that love is violence     /    dyn  ( rafael )  .#➢   (     ❛    ———    everything real in a world of make believe     /    dyn  ( acacia )  .
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about.

FULL NAME: elena maria iniguez (first life), marina duarte rondon (second life) NICKNAME: marina, la llorona AGE: verse dependent (usually between 15 - 24) BIRTH DATE: may twenty-first ETHNICITY: mexican GENDER: female SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual RELIGION: undetermined SPOKEN LANGUAGE: spanish, nahualt, englsih. CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: living with her mother. OCCUPATION: n / a. PARENTS: yara duarte (mother), candelario rondon (father) SIBLINGS: xochitl rondon (paternal half-sister) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: agustin mondragon (ex-husband, deceased) CHILDREN: gloria mondragon (deceased), diego mondragon (deceased) EYE COLOUR: brown HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 5'8"

BACKSTORY.

       elena maria iniguez was a girl born into a poor family on a small village in central mexico. though it wasn't her given name, everyone in town grew to know the girl as  marina,  an affectionate nickname due to her love for swimming down in the river. since youth, it had her favorite activity to pass time. if marina wasn't around wooing the men of the village with her joyous personality and looks, she was taking a dip in the water and letting it clear her mind.

       marina was married rather young to a rich man who gained interest in her due to her beauty. his name was agustin mondragon, and he was a spaniard who had come to mexico seeking love and adventure. from the moment he first learned about the girl who spent her days in the water, he was determined to make her his wife, and he promised marina anything if she'd marry him.

       marina was enchanted by him and his devotion to her, and though she'd no true interest in him at first, she grew to love him for the words of love that he spoke. they were married in a small ceremony, which marina was happy about as she didn't crave riches, just happiness. marina's only request after they were wed was to have a home by the river, so she may spend her days with the man she loved and the water she loved. he'd complied, making her a home big enough for her and their family to live.

       they had two children within the next few years. a boy, the eldest, was named diego. two years after her, another child, this one called gloria, was born. the kids were marina's whole world. she loved them deeply, and cared for them with every ounce of love her own mother, whom had passed away when marina was born,  couldn't show her.

       as time went on, though, marina noticed that agustin was losing interest in her and their relationship. he was a noble from spain, and he had other obligations to attend to, obligations that took him away for long periods of time. but there was something different about the most recent moments.

       just like herself, marina's children loved to play in the river. she'd join them most days, but the day that her husband came back to them, only to announce he was leaving her, she'd been too grief struck to do much except sit there and think about what she was going to do. the last few years had left her isolated from the rest of their village, her father had died years ago, all she had left was herself, and her children.

       too wrapped up in her fears and worries, she didn't notice when her children suddenly weren't the anymore. it was as if one moment, they were there, laughing and playing, and the next there was nothing. only silence.

       marina couldn't think, and panic gripped her heart. the only thing she had left was missing when they should have been right there. she did the only thing she could do, she jumped into the water, looking for them. but she tried for too long, and pushed herself too hard, and it caused her to drown.

       it was only once she was dead that marina learned she was unable to get peace in her afterlife because she'd indirectly caused her children's death. more so, learned of another fact that played into her fate: she was a descendant of la malinche, the woman who had originally betrayed the indigenous people of mexico to the spaniards. because of the murder of her family at the hands of these very people, a witch had placed a curse that had begun with la malinche, and went down the line of her female descendants. none of them would ever live easy lives. they'd all have tragedy in their blood.

       marina was cursed to wander the earth forever, looking for her children, unable to find them. everyone thought she'd killed her children, and her name was tainted. she became a cautionary tale.

       in a shocking turn of events, however, both her kids didn't die. in fact, her son, diego, was very much alive. he'd been found by a fisherman the next town over, drifting in the water, half alive and too traumatized to remember anything. when the villagers asked him what happened, he wouldn't speak. he didn't speak for years.

       unable to find answers, the fisherman that found him took him in and raised him as one of his own children. he was given the name andres. andres duarte.

       the son went on to grow into a man and have his own family, never speaking of anything that had happened the day he'd been found. not until his own children asked him, decades later,  close to the end of his own life.  it was at this point when he confessed that he was a boy from the next village over who had supposedly drowned, but had never said for fear of being returned to his father, the only family he had left. andres, then diego, had never known love from his father, only marina.

       it remained a secret that stayed within the family, none of them knowing about the curse that befell the women of their family. that would continue because of andres.

       for a few decades, they were lucky; mostly men were born into the family, married to women who did not share the curse, and nothing obviously tragic happened.

       eventually, more women were born into the line, and the curse continued. because the family had grown in the decades past, it became obvious something was going wrong. one of the great great grandchildren of marina realized this, and they decided to look back into their lineage to see if they could spot something amiss.

       this descendant, yara duarte, had something special. yara was a woman of the family, but her mother was a witch from another family that was blessed with good fortune. yara and her sister weren't affected by the curse, while their cousins were.

       so yara looked through their family's history, and she stumbled upon a journal that told about andres, and what he'd revealed about his childhood. yara went to the river that had been marina's place of death looking for answers, a river that held much superstitions, and she found them in a ghost that was still forced to wander for eternity.

       marina was only a spirit, so the connection with yara was harder to maintain. an explanation harder to find. yara spent months in the river at night, when marina was strongest, talking to her about what she remembered. years had passed, but marina remembered. she remembered about the curse, and about losing her children. and no matter how much yara told marina, marina never remembered the encounters with yara. every night, her memory wiped clean of any knowledge yara tried to instil on her. she never remembered yara was her descendant, that her son hadn't drowned.

       yara spent years trying to find out how to stop it, but she just ended up frustrated. she didn't know where to begin with the curse, she didn't know how she could go about saving her family. though she herself was a bruja, she didn't have enough time or power to make a difference. she was getting old, time was passing, and people were still dying.

       yara decided to do one thing, one thing that she could think to stop it. she went to another witch she knew, asking for a favor. yara had never had a family, nor children, too afraid to risk the same curse befalling them.

       she asked this particular brujo for one thing: a child from his own blood.

       but. not just any child. a child with a soul of someone who had already lived and died. someone who had experience with the curse, and who'd suffered from it.

       yara wanted marina's soul reborn in the child.

       yara theorized that if she had a child with one of the strongest witches she knew, this child, marina born again, would be strong enough to make a change. to end their family's curse. she asked marina for her permission after being assured it would be possible, and after having everything explained to her again, marina agreed -- she didn't want the same thing that had happened to her to hurt anyone else.

       so yara had this child. she continued to research the curse, continued on with her life and raised the child she named marina to one day grow up and save her family.

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the rules

    001. this is a private rp blog for an original character, based upon the mythology of   la llorona,  &&   created by me for my own entertainment and storytelling purposes.   as i’ve worked for well over three years to develop marina’s origins  &&  her story,  i would appreciate it a lot if you wouldn’t steal anything you find on this blog.

   002. before anything else, hi !   my name’s esme. i’m twenty one,   id as non-binary,   &&  prefer to be referred to as they/them   —   i won’t get offended if you use she/her,  though.   i can’t promise to be high on activity, as i run a couple of other blogs && do work full time, but i promise that i’ll try my best !

   003. if you’re going to interact with me,  please read marina’s bio.  as i’ve already said,   i’ve worked very hard to make her into a fully fleshed out character,  &&  there’s information on there that’s necessary to understand her characterization.  i also have a page of npc’s up,  for anyone she might reference to that is also a character of mine.  if you have any questions that aren’t answered on any of her pages,   however,   please feel free to ask me.

   004. concerning shipping,   im pretty open to shipping marina with almost anyone.   canon characters,  oc’s,  almost anyone is fair game given the ages are mostly compatible.   that being said,  i do play marina as either a teenager or a young adult woman,   &&   depending on those circumstances shipping rules will have to be altered. 

   006. i do not write smut.   not only does it make me uncomfortable,  but i also do not trust people to not lie about their age.   other nsfw themes may be present,  but smut won’t be !

   007. due to my busy schedule,  this blog is highly selective,   meaning i will only be interacting with mutuals   &&   only follow people i can see myself writing with.   if i don’t follow back,   please don’t take it personally !

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