#ship: the dove and the scorpion

[the-friendly-entity]

I enjoyed my request I love it!!! Can you also do headcanon male mk1 characters of: Kenshi, Raiden, Lui Kang, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vbrada, Bi Han, Reiko, Syzoth, Havik, Shang Tsung, and Baraka romancing with sweet loving yet the silent dangerous fem s/o who has the same powers of Wanda Maximoff aka the Scarlet Witch please?

[ ~"Silent but Deathly"~ ] - Mortal Kombat 1

Interesting! sadly i not very familiar with Marvel (or any other super hero) universe, so i hope this is good!

What contains? Scarlet Witch Powers Reader, Female Reader, Silent Reader, Sweet/Lovely Reader, Dangerous Reader

How is visualized as? Cople Relation Ship

Raiden

-Actions speak more from words and is something he understands from you, you do not need to talk to make yourself understand what you feel or what you want, that is the stronger communication and understanding

-You two are just lovely doves, please...is almost like you two are made for each other and how you two spend time being together, enjoy each other presence, Kung Lao is freaking jealous

-You never need the necessary to show your powers, or really be important to really tell, only one time Raiden was doing something in the house and almost a pot fell on his head, thankfully you acted fast and used your telekinesis to avoid him getting injured, making him surprised knowing you have powers

-He more relief to know you are not defenseless and you have the power to defend yourself, since that day, you two started to training, you two even lovely doves in the training <3, only could see that deadly side of you one time when the template was attacked, seeing Raiden hurt to make you trigger and really use your powers to kill without mercy

-He was surprised nonetheless, but he knew this could be a problem, he was not afraid of you, not at all, but he is very aware if you dont control/use your correctly your powers this can affect you badly, and he is your lover, he will help you with it

Smoke - Tomas

-Ditto but I think even 'worse', you two take any chance to be with each other, anything! anytime!, and you guys could just spend an entire day in silence, without saying a word, and yet understanding each other, you dont have an idea how Smoke his happy to be with you

-I not joking when I say he is very happy and thankful you exist in his life, your kindness and you are always there when he dont have a good day/bus day, is an escape from reality, almost a dream, he has no idea how thankful he is from you

-The time you showed your powers was when you were training with Smoke, Smoke worried about your safety so he asked you to train with him sometime to time so you can protect yourself if he can't be with you to protect you, something you accept, after all, is fun! in one of does time you use your powers to create a shield due you dint saw Smoke attacks, caught Smoke surprised to see you have powers

-He was happier and relief knowing you had powers to defend yourself, it made him calmer to know you were not defenseless being alone, yet he was worried when one-time Bi-Hand and his ninja came to attack, you were angry, how dare he show his face? and even hurt Smoke more, he was not in his right to say him he was a failure, if was not for Smoke himself, you would already killed Bi-Hand

-Even if Bi-Hand deserves to be punished, Smoke dont like you to take this responsibility because of him, and more he dont want you to kill someone, justice will be made but please...he dont want to see your hands full of blood

Scorpion

-He was not a very talked person either, he speaks when is necessary, so he does not mind if you are silent, he can understand what you want or what you feel, and that is all that he needs

-Even though he has a strong personality, he is sweet with the ones who are trustworthy, and you? even more, he sometimes thinks you dont need to be this kind to him, knowing he is always busy and you most alone...but that does not matter, you care about him and he cares about you as well, even when time is limited

-I feel your powers are shown off when once again, being attacked, use a variety of your powers, Telekinesis, Energy power, teletransportecion, he relief knowing you can defend yourself but there is no time for think from that

-Again, you will be not allowed to kill Bi-Hand, and you two have your first serious talk, is nothing that bad, but Scorpion is concerned about this power, is too much, and can be this a problem in the future if you can't use correctly, or be influenced by it, but dont worry, he will help you, he will there to help you to control your powers

Sub-Zero

-Ditto but worse, he is not a very talked person at all, only talks rarely and mostly not good, you being quiet he dont mind, but sometimes you two dont understand each other silence :( so can this result in some problems

-Even the coldest heart has a warm spot, after all, he loves you, and even he dont like to show this side because he dont want to look "weak", you are the only one who can warm his heart, does nice moment almost feel forever, and you can see in Bi-Hand eyes he dont want this to stop anytime sooner...

-Knowing he put you into the Lin-kuey army, surely will know very soon about your powers, and not hesitate to train you to be more powerful more stronger, to try to reach your limit and full potential

-He allowed you to kill, to spread blood all around, no one deserves to limit such power like yours have, and surely in no time your hand be full of blood for once was an obstacle from Bi-Hand's wishes

Kenshi Takahashi

-again, a quiet guy, who only talks when is necessary, or when he really feels very motivated he will talk more often, he dont mind your silence, but sadly his blind condition is the need of some words, physical communication can help too, but words are need it

-talking about physical touch, is very often your sweetness and love are shown that way, because he cant see, he can feel, holding hands, cuddling, gently touching his face or near his eyes, he loves it, is like you make him forgot about everything in the world for a moment, and you can feel his body feel less tense

-Multiple times Sento has seen you as not a good influence, normally Kenshi is awarded the ones who say it are the bad influence spirit who are in Sento, but they're a part of right in they hard words, having that a lot of powers is dangerous, and you show it one time when the yakuza or Shang Tsung tries to attack Kenshi

-After all, he will help you, the temptation of your power could be the same as hearing the voices of Sento, influence you to do bad stuff, he will teach you to have self-control and not let influenced by your own powers

Reiko

-Same, he just talks when he needs to, but when feels very motivated he will talk, A LOT, even if you do not talk much he is more than happy you are there to hear him, and even sometimes struggles to understand you he dont give up!

-He normally gets used to kindness and sweetness, so it takes him time to get used to it your behavior, is not like he dont appreciate your sweet behavior, he does, but from a man who grew up in a hard world is hard to get use to that kind of actions

-knowing you will be working for General Shao, it will be no time before your powers will show up, Reiko even fall hard for you more (lol), and even find the approval of General Shao! you could become someone important in General Shao's army

-he likes it when you do not hold yourself in battle, surely you two have a competition of how much kill/blood you two can cause, you guys are like lovely doves in the most bloody way possible

Baraka

-Again not a talker person becuse he does not have much to say, but he can understand your silence, and tbh, just being with him already thanks a lot, even though sometimes he thinks you deserve someone better and not him, he afraid you get infected from the Tarkat in this forbidden love

-but show him nothing but sweetness, even if you guys can't touch or there is not much communication, your actions always show him that sweet behavior of yours, and no let me state how annoying you are to Mileena to get ANY update about a tarkat cure

-Surely you show one of your powers when you defend yourself from one of the Tarkatans getting out of control and trying to eat you, Baraka will be surprised but the relief you can protect yourself, pretty well

-but one thing for sure, only defends, he dont want your hand to be full of blood, let him be the one to have his hands dirty, he dont want you to become a monster because of your powers

Shang Tsung

-You know him, he surely will try to force you to talk, but most of the time he just enjoys talking alone while you hear him, if he tries to get the best of you, you surely will show him off when dealing with

-knowing now you have powers he will even try to get on your nerves more, want to see how much you can do, and surely...try to see if he can get it, surely learning a horrible lesson for trying to get over your limits (TESTICULAR TORSION)

-You being so sweet but dangerous inside? That his type, you full of blood and seeing how you kill your enemies in a different way as possible, ah, you have no idea how he enjoys it

-there are times yall have sweet moments when he gets is ego aside and treats you as the love of his life, sometimes he blind to the power and the need to rule everything, but his heart has a place, and that place you belong in

Syzoth

-Not very talker, but sometimes he can talk a lot, the silence dont bother him and if he can enjoy time just being with you, is what all he needs, he can't understand you much but he tries his best to understand you as much he can to not force you to talk

-There have been moments you can see Syzoth is worried, maybe thinking about his past, a lot of what if 'I could save them?' 'if never take these decisions?' and much more, that is where you your sweet behavior and powers take action, talking in his mind and comforting him, that may catch him off guard, but it dont matter, does insecurities and possible scenarios he 'could' do something are gone now, thanks of your intervention

-Syzoth is happy to know you have powers, so you are not defenseless, and surprised the a lot of powers you have, sometimes wondering how you manage to control each one of them, it does something be too much for you?

-He will be surprised to see that dangerous side of you, surely when Shang Tsung appears planning something and you taking action on what he did with Syzoth in the past, even if Shang Tsung deserves to be punished or die, Syzoth dont want to be that your responsibility

Havik

-He dont mind, he is not very talked, plus, is your choice, he can't change that and he respects if the way you feel comfortable with, and to be honest, he understands you pretty well

-You two just like to cuddle each other, being with each other, forgetting how cruel it is for just a few minutes, is very common him 'kisses' you on your cheeks and front head, and you always giggle due to the feeling, something makes him happy

-Surely he will know about your powers very soon, and he always told you whatever people tell you about them, it does not matter, are YOUR POWERS, and you are the one in your right to decide what to do with them

-knowing how powerful they are, a lot of death, and a lot of chaos is will be made, for the freedom Havik seeks for the world, a freedom is get from chaos

Liu Kang

-He half and half, he can talk when is needed or talk normally, so is very unpredicted, but he respects your silence and he understands to communicate with you without saying a word

-If the few others are just lovely doves, you two are just lovely peacocks, you guys just do everything to show their kindness, is almost a competition becuse you two are just so sweet!!

-Possibly Geras is the one who warns Liu Kang about your powers, of what can result in different timeless if they are not controlled, Liu Kang is very aware of the consequences of having such power, of how Kronika falls to insanity and being irrational due how much power she have

-He will help you nonetheless, he feels taking it away will not be the right answer, and after all, he can see does power can serve a great future for the safety of everyone and anyone you love

#Sorry for the late respond i was no really motivate to write #Is good chace to use the only MK Character with the same name and colors for this #Also Skylander references in the tittle #Skylander references for real #Scorpion one was hard to made relizing he canonicly have a lover uh... #Raide #Tomas #Smoke #tomas vrbada #Scorpion #Sub-Zero #Shang Tsung #Baraka #Reiko #Havik #Syzoth #Reptile #Liu Kang #Silent Reader #Lovely Reader #Sweet Reader #Dangerous Reader #Reader #you #Y/N #Mortal Kombat #MK1 #Mortal Kombat 1 #Mortal Kombat Masterlist #Wanda Maximoff

[bluehairedspidey]

WIP Poll Game!

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

tagged by @c-nan and @maddenedroses :D

I've nearly doubled my number of WIPs since the last poll, so this time I'll be putting the summaries for all of them under a read more!

tagging anyone with WIPs who sees this >:3c

Fic Summaries:

Johnny's Sex Diaries

Untitled JohnLao Fic (Johnny Cage x Kung Lao)

Johnny meets Kung Lao during the first night of the tournament in MK9. Their conversation turns into a sparring match which then turns into a one night stand. (smut fic)

Untitled Johnny x BoRaiden Fic (Johnny Cage x Raiden x Bo’ Rai Cho)

During a visit to the Sky Temple between MK9 and MKX, Johnny discovers Raiden and Bo’ Rai Cho’s relationship and proceeds to immediately involve himself in it. (smut fic)

Untitled Outworld Polykule Fic (Liu Kang x Kitana x Jade x Kotal)

Liu Kang takes Johnny’s advice on how to prove his loyalty and service, not only to Kitana, but to Jade and Kotal as well. (smut fic; will have a second part/sequel involving Johnny hooking up with the polycule)

Other Fics

Bad Dreams (Raiden & Liu Kang & Kung Lao, Raiden x Bo' Rai Cho)

One night while resting in the Jinsei chamber, Earthrealm's protector is visited by two of his youngest pupils. (fluff fic)

Trust Me. Otherwise, Who Can You Trust? (Erron Black x Kabal)

During the events of MK11, Past!Erron starts questioning his involvement with Kano and the Black Dragon. After Sonya’s cage fight, he decides to leave both of them for good, and take that smart-ass hook sword kid with him. (plot fic)

I Know Loss (Raiden x Bo’ Rai Cho, Raiden & Liu Kang & Kung Lao)

Dark Raiden survives the time merger in MK11 and is able to meet with his past self, who comes to understand the events that led to his descent. (plot fic; not completely ship-centric, but will include some of Raiden and Bo’ Rai Cho’s relationship as well as the familial relationship between Raiden, Bo’ Rai Cho, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao)

Scorpion's Chapter Rewrite (Kuai Liang x Hanzo Hasashi)

A rewrite of Scorpion's chapter in MK11 because I have Qualms with it (particularly with Kuai "Patience of a Saint" Liang immediately fighting Scorpion without even hearing him out). (plot fic)

Mythologies: Sub-Zero's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day (Bi-Han & Kuai Liang & Tomas Vrbada & Hanzo Hasashi, possible Kuai Liang x Hanzo Hasashi, possible Bi-Han x Tomas)

An AU based on the events of MK9 and Mythologies. At the end of MK9, Raiden resets the timeline again like he did at the end of Armageddon, but this time he goes back to the beginning of Mythologies and meddles in the affairs of the Lin Kuei and the sorcerer they're working for. (plot fic)

Dead Dove Do Not Eat (Secret Option)

A fic not suitable to describe in polite company. Do you wish to take a gamble?

#mortal kombat #johnlao #boraiden #kablack #kuaizo #subscorp #bitomas #mk #poll #tag game #blog

[tabsters]

music symbolism time!!

hi y'all, less complicated post for today because I need to prepare for a flight tomorrow!

aight so basically we got twelve completely thought out playlists for each of the zodiacs, as well as FIFTY songs for fifty constellation voice claims!! this post is also gonna serve as the official introduction to every single constellation that exists in this story. if they're in here, they're an official character.

@mythicalmagical-monkeyman if you need twelve hour and a half long playlists to listen to while you're doing shit, I got the stuff right here!!

previous posts are here

Playlists:

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

Voice Claims (basically what I think they'd sound like IRL):

(side note: every single one of these songs offers insight into the character's backstory or personality. if you'd like me to explain the symbolism and reasons why I chose each song for each character, just ask :D)

Andromeda, The Princess: Strange Love by Halsey

Aquarius, The Water-bearer: World We Used To Know by Alan Walker

Aquila, The Eagle: Playground by Bea Miller

Ara, The Altar: Dance in the Dark by Au/Ra

Aries, The Ram: Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz

Auriga, The Charioteer: Willow Tree by Cadmium

Cancer, The Crab: Memories by YUNGBLUD

Canes Venatici, The Hunting Dog: THAT BITCH by Bea Miller

Capricorn, The Goat: Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat

Cassiopeia, The Queen: What I Know Now by Annapantsu

Centaurus, The Centaur: Sweet Dreams by Holly Henry

Cepheus, The King: Royalty by Conor Maynard

Cetus, The Whale: Toxic by Boywithuke

Chamaeleon, The Chameleon: sorry haha I fell asleep by Egg

Columba, The Dove: Are You Satisfied? by MARINA

Corona Australis, The Southern Crown: Mad World by 2WEI

Corona Borealis, The Northern Crown: What A Wonderful World by 2WEI

Corvus, The Crow: Underneath The Mask by Royal & the Serpent

Crux, The Cross: Saints by Echos

Cygnus, The Swan: Ordinary by Joriah Kwame

Delphinus, The Dolphin: Siren by Kailee Morgue

Draco, The Dragon: Crossfire by Stephen

Gemini, The Twins: Super Slaughter by Jazmin Bean

Hercules, The Warrior: Blood // Water by grandson

Hydra, The Water Snake: Streets by AViVA

Lacerta, The Lizard: Ship in a Bottle by fin

Leo, The Lion: Hate Me by Nico Collins

Leo Minor, The Little Lion: Daisy by Ashnikko

Lepus, The Rabbit: Boss Bitch by Doja Cat

Libra, The Scales: My Shoes by Veronica Bravo

Lupus, The Wolf: Living in a Nightmare by Blacklite District

Lynx, The Lynx: Redemption by Besomorph

Lyra, The Lyre: SOLO by Jennie

Ophiuchus, The Serpent-Bearer: ilomilo by Billie Eilish

Orion, The Hunter: Diablo by Simon Curtis

Pavo, The Peacock: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Pegasus, The Pegasus: UNDERGROUND by Neoni

Perseus, The Hero: Epoch by The Living Tombstone

Phoenix, The Phoenix: Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott

Pisces, The Fishes: cut my fingers off by Ethan Bortnick

Piscis Austrinus, The Southern Fish : we fell in love in october by girl in red

Sagitta, The Arrow: Photo ID by Remi Wolf

Sagittarius, The Archer: Burn The House Down by AJR

Scorpio, The Scorpion: agoraphobic by CORPSE

Serpens, The Serpent: The Search by NF

Taurus, The Bull: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Ursa Major, The Big Bear: Pure Imagination by Kathleen

Ursa Minor, The Little Bear: No Friends by Cadmium

Virgo, The Virgin: Born Without A Heart by Faouzia

Vulapeca, The Fox: abcdefu by GAYLE

JESUS THIS TOOK SO LONG TO TYPE OUT

if any links don't work, please tell me and I will correct it!

questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!!

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiacs signs #constellations #zodiac lore

[ask-our-wof-ocs]

INTRO POST!

Hey! Mod here! Check out my main blog! @dogdayisgoodboy101!

Now please keep reading to understand!

But here is how you know who is who. Now me, mod will most likely not talk much in here- but still.

So characters: Stardust/Moonbeam/Star, Cloud, Fern, storm, foxglove, Apollo, cardinal, and Lapis do not belong to me! They belong to @xcometstarx!

Mod talking)

Pelican talking!

Scorpion talking!

Stork talking!

Star talking!

Cloud talking! (Cloud is stars twin bro)

Fern talking!

Emerald/Emeraldclaw talking!

Firefly talking!

cardinal talking!

Apollo talking

Lapis talking!

Foxglove talking!

Bloodmoon talking

Storm talking!

Frostwave talking!

Seaweed talking!

Dove talking!

"Bee talking!"

"Butterfly talking!"

Canyon talking!

Crystal/Crystal finder talking!

Now I might add more characters to this blog. But here is our ships.

Pelican x scorpion, straight

Star x stork (stork calls star his Moonbeam), straight

Lapis x Foxglove, Foxglove is nonbinary

Mango x Firefly, straight

Cardinal x Emerald/Emeraldclaw, (she will be called emerald in here tho-) lesbian

Fern x Cloud (dunno ferns gender-)

What tribe are these characters?

Pelican is skywing

Scorpion is sandwing

Stork is skywing

Star is sky/night

Cloud also sky/night

Fern is leafwing

Emerald is rain/night

Firefly is beetlewing/rainwing

Cardinal is skywing/hivewing

Lapis is seawing

Foxglove is leafwing

Bloodmoon is sky/night

Storm is also sky/night

Mango is rainwing

Apollo is silkwing

Frostwave is ice/sea

Seaweed is seawing

Dove is mudwing

Bee is silk/hive

Butterfly is silkwing

Canyon is skywing

Crystal/Crystal finder is nightwing

Rules!

-No stealing/tracing my art or my OCS.

-Do not spam my inbox

-Be nice to us. If you aren't positive in Anonymous ask or anything I will shut off my anon ask option.

-Have fun!

Here's our appearance! (Not everyone is finished-)

Pelican

Scorpion

Stork

Star

Emerald

Firefly

Bloodmoon

Frostwave

Hope you have a good day/afternoon/night!

#Intro #Post

[illicien]

Projects

Okay time to do a collection of my fucking List I guess. This is for me. But also for anyone who wants to harass me and ask how far along another project is. Bah. Organized from most likely to be done to least likely tbh. This'll just be a post I keep editing with new info.

If you want the finished stuff:

WinterBaron Fics Here IronStrangeFrost-adjacent Fics Here

Third Time's the Charm

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: "Counting On It" A/B/O Finale (unless I write that EKO-Scorpion/Zemo bit I've had in my head, but that's in the same universe rather than a necessary part of the series) Length: 2/5

Summary:

When an absence of Zemo for their infiltration missions results in injuries, Bucky puts his foot down and makes it clear that they do actually need his help and whatever's keeping the man locked up in the RAFT needs to be dealt with.

Of course, that means it's time for him to make some serious changes, and figure out how to explain his feelings.

The Devil is a Gentleman (working title)

Rating: E Ship: Hydra!Steve/WS!Bucky/Zemo Key Points: It's just this that I'm blaming on Winter Length: One-Shot

Summary:

(this will exist properly when I decide whose PoV this'll be in.)

HS/"Mafia" AU (working title)

Rating: M-E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: WinterBaron meeting in High School, separated by circumstances and reunited as very different men. Length: Multichapter & Series

Summary:

(This'll be two long ass fics and I'm not ready to summarize this one any more than I did in the key points tbh.)

War Child (Series Title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Young Zemo. Secretary Barnes. Length: One-Shot Series

Summary:

The Sokovian Gov't needs assistance in its ongoing civil war, and Heinrich might just be able to make a deal with someone in the U.S. Gov't to assist.

Move With Glory (working title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: War-prize Bucky as a part of EKO-Scorpion; semi-fantasy setting. Length: Unknown

Summary:

Having recently won the war against Winterlund, the Queen of Sokovia has granted her cousin, Colonel Zemo, his pick of the prisoners of war as a prize for his 'rehabilitation project'.

Black Jewels AU (working title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince Bucky aids a jewel-broken Purple Dusk Warlord Zemo, and now he can't quite get rid of him Length: One-Shot

Summary:

Warlord Princes are frightening enough without being a recently released one with a known history of violence. However, there's something about a rather bold little Warlord who has decided this particular Warlord Prince might not be as violent as people have made him out to be.

Trouble Is A Friend Of Mine (working title)

Rating: M (for violence more likely than smut tbh) Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Dead Dove 'selling' of Zemo to track a group that goes WHOOPSY SIDEWAYS. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

As the only one of them with a built-in tracker - courtesy of the RAFT - and a long history of infiltration, it's decided that sending Zemo into the hornet's nest is the best way to find the nest itself. When that tracker fails them, a question must be asked: did Zemo plan his escape, or is he in more danger than they prepared for?

All The Ways I Died (working title)

Rating: T-M (undecided) Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: It's Hanahaki Disease with Zemo. That's it. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

Zemo's fucking pissed to realize that he's in love with someone again; he'd ignore it, if it wasn't literally killing him.

Seeing Double (working title)

Rating: M-E Ship: WinterBaron (maybe WinterStrange, too, we're undecided babes) Key Points: TWO BUCKY FOR THE PRICE OF ONE HEADACHE. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

The multiverse opening up has resulted in a wide assortment of undesirable things. When one of those things involves Sam, Bucky, and Zemo finding themselves a still brainwashed Bucky Barnes, it's time to go have a talk with a wizard sorcerer.

Hunter's Moon (Series Title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Hunter x Werewolf, knotting, general supernatural chaos Length: One-Shot Series

Summary:

Zemo is a hunter of all things supernatural, and when he captures Bucky his intention is to find out where the rest of Bucky's pack is - unfortunately, Bucky has no pack, and Zemo just doesn't believe that. It means he'll have to keep him around until the full moon comes calling - or the pack does.

To The Victors

Rating: M Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Charity event to rebuild Novi Grad after the fall of the Avengers? :3 Length: One-Shot

Summary:

(why did I decide to put summaries on any of these, I hate writing summaries...)

#Fics in progress #Will be updated as I progress

[ao3feed-scorbus]

The Scorpion King (HPNG Murder Mystery Fanfic)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/kFbImEv by DBR_Augary The 24th of July 2021. A night the Malfoy’s surely wouldn’t forget as Scorpius Malfoy vanished into thin air. Months of waiting and agonising over what could possibly have happened to him passed. Up until the Malfoy’s get the worst Christmas present imaginable. Scorpius Malfoy’s dead body found buried in their own back garden. Now The Scorpion King is terrorising Albus, Rose and Alice with their secrets and some secrets of Scorpius’ and it’s left up to them to figure out who The Scorpion King is and if they killed Scorpius. But not without some unfortunate casualties. OR The plot of Pretty Little Liars but with these guys and some minor (okay major) alterations. Words: 6148, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Just For Funsies Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, Rose Weasley, Alice Longbottom II, Polly Chapman, James Sirius Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Original Characters Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter & Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter & Alice Longbottom II & Rose Weasley, Albus Severus Potter & Alice Longbottom II & Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: Murder Mystery, Stalking, Inspired by Pretty Little Liars, but better, Character Death, Scorpius Malfoy is the Murder Victim, Abuse of Authority, Pedophilia, POV Alternating, Mystery, Whump, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kidnapping, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Roseboy Scorpius Malfoy, Intersex Scorpius Malfoy, Gay Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy Uses He/Him and Ze/Zer and Fae/Faer Pronouns, Genderfuck Albus Severus Potter, Polysexual Albus Severus Potter, Bipolar Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter Has ADHD, Albus Severus Potter Has BPD, Albus Severus Potter Uses He/Him and They/Them Pronouns, Bisexual Alice Longbottom II, Autistic Alice Longbottom II, Neptunic Rose Weasley, Any Pronouns For Rose Weasley read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51664825

#ao3feed #fanfic #scorbus #harrypotter #albus #scorpius

[deputyash]

OC Info Tag Game

BASICS:

Full name: Dove “Dovie” Marie Ash

Gender: Woman

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

OTHER:

Family: Lizbeth Ash (Mother), Michael Ash (Father), Matthew Ash (Brother)

Birthplace: San Marcos, Texas

Job: Junior Deputy at Hope County Sheriff’s Department

Phobias/Fears: Losing her loved ones, Death, Scorpions

Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping in, Relax Days, Texas BBQ, Tex-Mex Food

Hobbies: Photography, Journaling, Sketching, Swimming, Hiking

MORALS:

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: Sloth, Pride, Envy, Wrath (kinda/depends on universe)

Virtues: Kindness, Diligence, Charity, Patience

THIS-OR-THAT:

introvert / extrovert / ambivert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / depends

patient / impatient / depends

outspoken / reserved / depends

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy / in-between

RELATIONSHIPS:

OTP: Dove Ash x John Seed

Acceptable ships: Dove Ash x Grace Seed, Dove Ash x Cooper McCoy, Dove Ash x Anya Cherkov (I put these here but tbh they’re all OTPs haha)

OT3: N/A (for now)

BroTP: Dove Ash & Rovanna West (OC)

NOTP: Dove Ash x Joseph Seed (Sorry Joseph!)

#idk if I'll keep those names for her parents but it's what I'm doing for now #might also change birthplace #my ocs #deputyash's ocs #dove ash

[therosearmada]

Wanted a space to do ship oneshots so bad that I just made a whole blog for it.

No DNI, just don't be a jerk.

I don't have any incest ships or age gaps involving minors, but I still wouldn't call most of my ships "wholesome". There's a lot of villain/villain, human/monster, fucked-up-person/equally-fucked-up-person...I don't exactly deal in coffeeshop AUs. I don't really go super far into Dead Dove territory but if you're offended by anything I mentioned having here, you should probably keep moving.

I'm always down to talk about my ships positively, but if you've got a complaint about any of the ships I'm working with, keep it to yourself. I didn't make this blog to argue.

I don't really take writing requests here, but I do take suggestions and will sometimes reblog prompt lists for that. I have a lack of confidence in my smut writing abilities, so most of the stuff here won't be explicit. It might be kinky or suggestive at times, though.

I already said I don't check the blogs who interact with me, so I can't really enforce it, but if you're under 18 this is your warning to either back out or proceed with caution. I'm an adult writing for other adults, even with the lack of smut.

List of ships under the cut

Animation

BarrisSoka - Barriss Offee x Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

The Witch & the War Machine - Asajj Ventress x General Grievous (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

ObiGrievous - Obi-Wan Kenobi x General Grievous (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

VenSugiBo - Asajj Ventress x Sugi x Embo (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

RiyoSugi - Riyo Chuchi x Sugi (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

BrookWulf - Brooklyn (Gargoyles) x Biowulf (Generator Rex)

The Princess & the Freak - Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) x Breach (Generator Rex)

Horned Gods - The Horned King (Disney's The Black Cauldron) x The Beast (Over the Garden Wall)

ShockAlert - Shockwave x Red Alert (Transformers Animated)

Shock & Awe - Shockwave (Transformers Animated) x Tempest Shadow/Fizzlepop Berrytwist (My Little Pony: The Movie)

CreepyDoll - Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane x Baby Doll/Mary Dahl (Batman: The Animated Series)

Cards & Dice - Dr. Facilier (Disney's The Princess & the Frog) x Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Hell's Belle - Striker (Helluva Boss) x Josephine (Samurai Jack)

GunSmoke - Rattlesnake Jake (Rango) x Dorian Zibowski/Zib (Lackadaisy)

SenNashi - Chihiro Ogino x No Face (Spirited Away) [I mostly do this one aged up to teen territory--though I headcanon NF as essentially a kid during the events of the film, so they're close enough in maturity without the time-skip too] [This one and CreepyDoll are probably the two ships most likely to just get me cancelled lol but I cannot stress this enough, HEAR ME OUT]

Live-Action Horror

Sweet Revenge/CandyGrudge - Candyman/Daniel Robitaille (Candyman) x Kayako Saeki/Kawamata (Ju-On/The Grudge)

Red Rider & the Wolf - Christine (Stephen King's Christine) x Laurie (Trick 'r Treat)

The Rebel & the Prom Queen - Arnie Cunningham (Stephen King's Christine) x Carrie White (Stephen King's Carrie)

TGIF - Pamela Voorhees x Roy Burns (Friday the 13th franchise)

Video Games

FrozenStar - Rundas x Samus Aran (Metroid franchise)

Brass & Bandages - Big Band/Ben Birdland x Ileum (Skullgirls)

HairPins - Filia x Painwheel/Carol (Skullgirls)

Bloody Queens - Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil VII) x Eliza (Skullgirls)

SnakeSpider - Vega x Juri (Street Fighter franchise)

ScorpionSnake - Scorpion Cookie x Snake Fruit Cookie (Cookie Run)

SkullDagger - Hassan of the Cursed Arm x Jing Ke (Fate: Grand Order)

BugBird - Psycho Mantis x Vulcan Raven (Metal Gear Solid)

LionKnightWolfKnight - Ornstein x Artorias (Dark Souls)

Sheets & Shadows - Doopliss x Vivian (Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door)

PumpkinSpice - Squashini (Kirby's Epic Yarn) x Cinnamon Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mixed Media

Valentine's Rose - The Miner/Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine [1981]) x Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)

[toomanygirlfriends-archive]

The Dove and The Scorpion

tw: abortion mention (Witches used to be Planned Parenthood basically), dark themes, witchcraft

thanks to @kanenerose for editing and helping me polish. I luv u bby xoxo

ONE

A/N: The road I am about to take you on is not a kind one. It is not pleasant. It is not gentle or soft.  It is a true story. A story of gods and monsters in a world that moved on without them and the battle they fight in the shadows. I am not going to wrap it in metaphor and use this tale to put you to bed at night. I write this as a warning, because it will happen again. The cycles of time make it so, and like the world it evolves. I hope you, dear  reader, never face this hardship. The lives of Nessa and I are not for those who wish to remain wrapped in the soft blanket of ignorance. The rain that blissful childhood fantasy shields you from is cold and will shake you to your bones.

But if you think you are ready to leave your shelter to find your own way thought the storm, then read on.  

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"Mum," The girl at the window called through the cottage, her eyes not leaving the woman at the edge of their property, "She's still here."

The old witch's face pulled into a tighter scowl. 

"She'll leave," She stated shuffling through her cards again, not even looking up at her surrogate daughter. She had been reading and re-reading the cards since the Woman had walked up to their wall. Max had wondered why she had put up the wards. She had also wondered why Joan kept looking up at her and muttering under her breath for the past month. Swearing after closing the altar and tossing the cards back in their silk wrap, as if they had misbehaved. The Hedge Witch was always gruff, but not like this.

Max sighed and looked past the woman across The Moore. She frowned, storm clouds rolling in the near horizon, moving closer every moment. Shifting against each other, as if fighting. Nature was always violent. It would rain through the night. Maybe she would go.

The thought made something in Max sink, she didn't like that feeling. It felt like...longing, sorrow...but why would she feel sad for this strange woman. It wasn't sad...no that was too impersonal for this feeling. But women came to the pair all the time, seeking herbs and potions and help for what no one else would understand, some of them more than once.

She had learned how to share the world with Nature and her spirits from Joan. She had learned that everything in us and the world we live in had a purpose, or a reason. So why did Max feel such a deeper sorrow for this dark haired girl?

She moved from the window, her gaze slowly following behind, not wanting to look away from the woman until absolutely necessary, to sit across from Joan at the table, looking at her fresh drawn cards.

Three, a standard reading, from a Celtic draw, Joan's personal favorite, a dove over a single cup, a demonic entity graced with large bat like wings, and a scorpion balanced on a pair of lips. The Cards Max had drawn herself before when she was just learning to read. Her young confidence daring her to ask about life and love and her future.

Joan must have noticed her concerned staring because she tisked and swept them away, "Don't you have other things to be seeing to? Cleaning or something?"

"I've finished the cleaning for the day-" before Max could finish the sentence, Joan pushed her soup bowl off the counter and looked at her with a smirk.

"Fuck off," Max huffed, and Joan chuckled.

"You never should have promised you'd clean whatever mess I made." Joan retorted as Max stood to fetch the mop, her face returning to a scowl when she wasn't looking, eyes moving to the woman still shivering on the edge of the road, deciding to hold off the inevitable just a bit longer, for her daughters' sake.

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"You have to let her in."

"I don't /have/ to do any such thing, Missy, now get back to yourself, and leave the window be. That rosemary is plenty tight."

Max turned away unhappily, "She stood all night through the storm, she deserves to be trusted."

"She might be one of them."

"You know as well as I do she is not."

Joan glared at her charge, only barely shorter, the righteous indignation in the ginger that was annoyingly endearing. Her light freckles from days in the forest gathering only adding to the effect, her round glasses crookedly perched on her nose, "You're a nuisance, you know that?"

Max only nodded, "Of course."

Joan sighed and walked back to the fireside, "If she stays tonight, she can come in." 

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Joan opened the door early in the morning, as Max watched carefully from the window, watching.

She watched as Joan stalked across the frosting ground, fog swirling around the yard.  watched the woman go through Joan's test. She had done it to Max when she had come to the Hedge witch's wall three years ago. She remembered the fear and sorrow in the woman and the pain she had felt , though emotionally. She had always been good with emotions.

She watched the woman fall back, hunched. Joan turned to return inside and Max scrambled to pour out the stew she had told to have ready, setting it down before grabbing a bowl for herself, filling it as well and sitting as if she hadn't been watching from the window.

Joan left the door open as she walked in sitting in her chair and grabbing her bowl, "She's coming?"

Joan grunted.

Max smiled, not exactly sure why before taking a bite of her stew, pulling her legs up to nest under herself.

The woman walked in as if half dazed, though two days solidly standing outside of a Witch Hovel would likely do that to anyone. The door closed behind her and Max couldn't help but watch her. She was angelic, pale and carved from stone, perhaps on the gaunt side, but she was exhausted, Max could feel it. Her dark hair was still a bit damp and hung around her in loose messy curls, and her eyes, however hallowed, were still a gorgeous, stormy blue grey.

Max wanted to jump up and wrap her arms around the woman, make sure she was safe. Pull her the fire and ease the cold and pain from her limbs with her touch. Kiss every knuckle and line of worry. It was overwhelming, something deep and cosmic, pulling her to the woman. Joan threw her a cloth and broke Max's train of transfixed thought, "Clean that off your face, makes you look like an animal."

She set about sitting in her chair, "I know you been with a man so you're closer to the beasts than the angels, yeah?" She didn't look at the woman, focused on shoveling the stew into her mouth.

The woman numbly scrubbed at the blood on her forehead, "Why are you on the Moore? No one come here without them want to see me," She spoke in her strange conjugation, closer to how Latin sentences were formed, Max had grown accustomed to it over the years, "Unless you're a poacher," She looked The woman over, "Which you don't look."

"I came to see you," the woman replied, her voice deep and husked, as if an ancient goddess spoke. The sound was achingly familiar to Max, sitting cross-legged on the bench she so loved. The woman's voice made her soul leap, as if it was preparing to perform a routine it had memorized a millennia ago but remembered just as clearly as ever. This woman was someone important to Max before. She just couldn't remember how, damn her memory

"You can sit," Joan invited, and the woman took a seat across from her, sighing as she did.

"Even where I come from we have heard of you," the woman started, as many did.

Joan laughed, "I'm famous," her gaze moved to Max, "Hear that," before looking back at Vanessa.

Max paused, she knew the woman's name. How did he know that? It felt absolutely natural, thinking of Vanessa as such. Max shifted in her seat.

"They say you have powers," Vanessa continued.

"What they call me, where you come from?" Joan asked, cocking her head. Max remember the very same face and the very same question. Joan's strange golden eyes and abrupt manor. Joan had many names, The Hedge Witch as Max had known her,  The Daywalker, or Daywalkers as they had come to call both Joan and Max, but they were both more commonly known as-

"The Cut-Wives of Palentry Moore."

"You know why they call us that? Because when the girls need a little baby killed inside them, they come to me. I cut it out. Cut-Wife." Joan explained the crudest of their names, "Fetching name you think?"

"I don't think so," Vanessa replied, quietly but immediately.

"The local people come here, only when they can't go no place else. They hate us for what I do, but they come. For this, for that, for all that ails mankind, girl."

"My name is-"

"Vanessa Ives." Max couldn't stop the words from  falling out of her lips like a prayer as Vanessa said them herself and seemed to notice Max or the first time. The pair seemed stuck like that for a moment, distance between them, but transfixed on the other, as if the world was shifting around them, coming into real focus for the first time.

"We're not courting, I don't want your name." Joan snagged the attention back, noting what had transpired between the two girls.

"I came because I think you could tell me...why I am....how I am..."

"And how's that? How you are?"

"Cursed."

The word hung for a moment before Joan laughed, the cruel laugh she made when she didn't think it was actually funny, Max frowned.

"I believe I'm cursed to see things....not of this world," she seemed to be searching to the words for a moment, Max watched her every move with rapt attention, the room seemed to get a little colder, "I have a friend named Mina...who reached out to me in my mind. I saw her but she was not there. She needs my help-"

Joan leaned forward, "Then go find a constable. Thee and me got nothing to talk about. You want a salve for your heartache, I can give you that. You want herbs to ease the gout, I can give you that. You want poison for your baby brother, I can give you that and laugh while I do it. But if you think you are touched by The Demon then you best walk out that door," As Joan railed Vanessa began to sit up straighter, still weak, but looking determined in her cause, "Because what I can give you for that is only knowledge you don't want little girl-"

"Who branded you?" Vanessa cut Joan off, her breathing still heavy but stopping the elder witch cold, "Who did that to you?" Max felt the energy in the room shift between them, "Someone you loved....someone you trusted. Someone you kissed once, a woman...a sister...your sister....if I'm right, let me stay." Vanessa gasped before falling again, the energy that had buzzed around them so shortly before diluting as Joan slowly leaned back in her chair.

Joan glanced at Max for a moment before looking back at Miss Ives, standing slowly. She walked to the table where the cards sat untouched since Joan had gone to bed the night before, "Little Dove, go tend the garden."

Max stood at the nickname, finally pulling her eyes away from the dark haired woman and looking at her teacher, "Girl, come." Joan’s back was to her now, shuffling her cards. 

For a moment Max wanted to protest, she didn't want to leave. She wanted to be near to Vanessa...

Which was ridiculous. She had never met this woman, and though she was a powerful medium, this attachment was something else. She would have to ask Joan about it later, when things settled.

Without another word she placed her bowl down, wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and headed into the morning, still thinking about a pair of stone blue eyes.

#max and vanessa #ship: the dove and the scorpion #my writing #this is gay

[moonlight-breeze-44]

Information Post!

Hi, all! I realised that I haven’t done an official information thing on Tumblr, so this is that <3 

First of all, thank you for being here! I appreciate everyone who stops by this blog, even if it’s just for a quick look. In the wise words of Dean Winchester, you’re awesome. 

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A little information about this blog: 

- Multifandom blog. Fandoms include: Shadowhunters, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Leverage, Detroit: Become Human, NCIS, NCIS: New Orleans, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Dan and Phil, Supergirl, Rizzoli and Isles, Blue Bloods, The X-Files, Hawaii Five-0, Nancy Drew, The Untamed, the Borderlands video game franchise, Scorpion, Devil in Ohio, Hamilton, Rent, and more micro-obsessions pending!

- Multishipper. While I have favourites for each fandom, I am nothing if not a multishipper, and I write fic for ships that I don't personally ship all the time. If you have a ship that I don't mention here, chances are that I'll probably write for it anyway. Nevertheless, here's a list of my main ships for my main fandoms:

For Shadowhunters -

Malec

Jalec

Jimon

Malace

Lysabelle

Claia

Claiabelle

Maiabelle

For Supernatural -

Destiel

Sabriel

Saileen

Dodio

Sam/Ruby

Dean/Bela

For Criminal Minds -

Jemily

Morcia

Hotchniss

Morreid

Hotch/Rossi

For Leverage -

The Leverage OT3

Damien Moreau/Eliot Spencer

Sophie/Nate

For Detroit: Become Human -

Reed900

Jericho polycule

For Harry Potter -

Wolfstar

Drarry

Dramione

Hermione/Luna

Hermione/Ginny

Hermione/Luna/Ginny

Blaise/Theo

For NCIS -

Tiva

Ellick

Slibbs

For NCIS: New Orleans -

PerSalle

Khourgorio

For Supergirl -

Sanvers

Karamel

Dansen

Supercorp

Director Danvers

Supercat

For Hawaii Five-0 -

McDanno

For The Untamed -

Wangxian

And alternatively, here's a (much smaller) list of ships that are squicky for me or I won't write:

Tibbs (Tony/Gibbs)

Harmione

Clizzy

Nate/Eliot

Pride/LaSalle

Alec Lightwood with any woman

Tammy Gregorio with any man

- Dead Dove: Do Not Eat rules. On this blog, I believe in 'ship and let ship' and the age-old fandom testament of 'Dead Dove Do Not Eat', as well as kink tomato. I write dark ships. I write ships that I don't personally like, or sometimes, even endorse. I write RPF. I have written beloved characters as abusers, and I have written "controversial" ships. I will not apologise for any of these things. I believe that everyone has a right to read, write, and create whatever they want as long as proper tags & warnings are utilized. I don't believe in policing anyone's creative expression, nor purity culture in general. Respect is key, and at the end of the day, we're all just friends on the Internet writing shit for one another. You don't know someone else's story, and it isn't on you to judge. On this blog, if you don't like something, you're expected to skip it and move on. Curate your own fandom experience.

- Detailed tagging system. I tag each post I reblog with its respective fandom and character, and I use other identifying tags like 'animals' and 'positivity' for posts that aren't fandom-related.

- Queued up at all times. My Shadowhunters queue will be tagged with ‘fatty queuena’ and my non-Shadowhunters queue will be tagged with ‘curly q’. 

- My tag rants and tag headcanons will be tagged with ‘em rambles too much’. 

- As of 7/2/22 I am no longer accepting prompts. I'm very sorry, and I hope to open my inbox to fandom prompts again soon.

- My work for past prompt challenges (such as Whumptober) can be found under the ‘my masterlists’ tag. 

- This is a kind, welcoming place. If you don’t have anything nice to say here, please don’t say anything at all. Fandom drama is unavoidable at times, but this blog is meant to be a safe space. Please keep that in mind.

- Don't be afraid to reach out to me to share thoughts, ask for something, or let me know of anything (like a trigger or some context) that I'm missing!

- My opinions are my opinions and it’s okay to disagree, but I won’t tolerate hate. Respect me and I’ll respect you. 

- I tend to get a bit obsessive, so you might see multiple posts about the same thing one after the other at times.

I think that’s it :)

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My social media + contact info:

Email: [email protected]

Archive of Our Own: MoonlightBreeze

Twitter: brokencomfort

Discord: moonlightbreeze4318

Spotify: Em (I make character + fandom playlists sometimes)

I don’t have very much social media, so that’s it ^ 

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My Schedule:

- My queue is scheduled to drop one post per day.

- I liveblog Nancy Drew on Twitter sometimes! Check my Twitter on airing days to see if I'm up for a liveblog.

- I do my best to participate in Whumptober every year! You can subscribe to my AO3 to track my progress in October :)

- I participate in lots of Secret Santas every year; please feel free to track my progress online or ask me how it's going!

- I am much more active on weekends when I don’t have work!

This will be updated as needed! :)

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About Me:

- Em 

- She/her

- Disaster, but the fun kind

- Neurodivergent, mental health advocate, LGBTQ+

- I angst the fuck out of every character I write

- On that note, I curse a lot, especially in my tags

- My favourite colour is blue 

- I write in British English, even though I’m not British

- Generally don’t know what the fuck I’m doing

- Hobbies include reading, writing, binge watching TV shows, playing video games (badly), driving around for no particular reason, listening to music, and baking

I think that’s it for now. Thank you to everyone who’s read this far! <3

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If you still have questions or you’d like to get to know the person behind the keyboard a little more, don’t be afraid to drop an ask or send me a message! I’ll respond as soon as I can. 

With that, I hope that you all have a wonderful day/night! Thank you for stopping by my blog. I’m so glad you’re here. <3

~ Em

#pinned post #about me #info #information #social media #all my links #fanfiction #shadowhunters #supernatural #criminal minds #ncis #supergirl #dbh #detroit evolution #detroit become human #sh #Nancy Drew #ao3 #get in touch with me #asks open #leverage #fan fiction #fanfic #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #actually autistic #mental health #positive mental attitude #lgbt #lgbtq

[autumnpomegranatemagick]

Alcyone

There are two versions of Alcyone, one version has her as the nymph daughter of the titan atlas and a sea nymph Pleione. The second has her as the daughter of Aeolus (god of winds) and his lover Enarete.  The is some overlap in the stories making it hard to tell them apart.

Alcyone is one of seven daughters who are named the Pleiades, a group of mountain nymph companies of the goddess of the hunt, Artemis. All of them share the same father, titan Atlas. Not all stories name their mother but the most commonly brought up is the sea nymph Pleione. She is the second born of the Pleiades sisters and also considered their leader, however there are other accounts that the eldest sister, Maia, is the leader instead.

After gaining the attention of the god of the sea, POSEIDON, she had several children with him. Their names are Hyrieus, Hyperenor, Aethusa, Hyperes, Anthas and Epopeus.

When the sisters were chased by the mortal hunter Orion for their beauty, Artemis begged with Zeus to step in to help. Instead of offering support to the nymphs, he turned them into doves and they fled into the heavens, well beyond Orion’s reach but also no longer Artemis’s companions. In rage over losing her friends, the goddess killed the hunter Orion with a scorpion after persuading her brother Apollo. That act offended Zeus, who then placed the dead hunter among the stars to pursue the Pleiades for all of eternity, where the constellations are seen today. Of all the Pleiades stars, Alcyone shines 1,000 times more luminous. At one point Maia shone brighter than Alcyone, but that is no longer the case; Alcyone is 1,000 times more luminous. Some say it represents sibling rivalry.

Alcyone is also mentioned as the daughter of the god of wind, AEOLUS with the woman Enarete. She married Ceyx, King of Thessaly and the son of the Morning Star (the planet Venus) Phosphorus. Their love and devotion for one another and their immense physical beauty earned the admiration of both the gods and mortals alike. Being so in-love and happy with their marriage, they playfully called one another Zeus and Hera. Insulted by their words, Zeus decided it was necessary to punish the husband and wife. He waited until the time was right.

Ceyx still mourned the death of his brother Daedalion. While telling the story of his brother’s fate, a servant interrupted by warning Ceyx of a wild wolf attacking his people and cattle. Viewing this as an ominous sign, he decided to go across the sea to visit the oracle of APOLLO. Knowing not even her father Aeolus maintained full control over the fury of the winds, Alcyone begged her husband to take her along. Ceyx refused and left without her. It was then when Zeus decided to strike. The thunderbolt that he threw created a massive storm and pulled Ceyx’s ship into it. Knowing he was on the brink of dying, he prayed to the gods that Alcyone would find his body on the shore so that she could perform the funeral rites.

Each day Alcyone prayed to Hera for her husband’s safe return. Knowing that Alcyone truly loved her husband, Hera sent the god of sleep, Hypnos to appear to her in her dreams. She learned of her husband’s fate and in desperation, ran out to the coast where she found Ceyx’s body. Unable to contain her grief, she jumped into the water to her death. The gods took pity upon the couple for their undying love for one another and to atone for his impulsive action, Zeus turned them into the kingfisher (Halcyon) birds.

When someone brings up the “halcyon days,” it comes from the myth of Alcyone and Ceyx. According to legend, a few weeks every January is when Aeolus calms the winds enough for the waves to die down so that Alcyone, as a bird, can safely make her nest. Halcyon days are a period of peace and calm.

While this Alcyone and the Pleiades Alcyone appear to be separate people, their stories may be related. In 2000 BCE, a time where ancient astronomy was at its peak, there are records that the Pleiades came up nearly four hours earlier than they usually do today for that same time of the year. They were also overhead on the night of the winter solstice when the Halcyon birds supposedly nested. That, along with the sun during the spring equinox, may have something to do with their association of the cluster of birds who symbolize life and renewal.

               <a href="https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/alcyone/">Alcyone: https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net</a> - Greek Gods & Goddesses, October 21, 2019

[author-morgan]

Kryptic ↟ Deimos

nine - actions and consequences

masterlist

But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction.

They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

THEY CALL HER the Eagle Bearer for the golden eagle she'd found as a chick when she was but a child herself. Ikaros soars high above the Adrestia before diving toward the deck and perching on the helm's faded railing. He's a proud and noble bird.

Lesya lifts her hand, intent on scratching the eagle's head the same way she'd done for a hurt dove she'd found in Athens as a girl —she's met with a hasty bite on her middle finger and a sharp glare. Blood springs up immediately. "Don't take it personally," Kassandra notes, plucking a hunk of meat from a pouch on her hip. Ikaros takes the chunk and horks it down, squawking for more, but Kass doesn't relent to the bird's cries. "He doesn't like many people." Lesya holds her bloody finger and glares at the bird.

In the day Kassandra has been aboard the Adrestia, Lesya learns she is the forsaken daughter of General Nikolaos and Myrrine of Sparta. Two people that have been among the Cult's targets for years. Something akin to horror overtakes Lesya when she realizes Kassandra is the girl from the mountain. Deimos —Alexios— is her brother, and she hasn't the slightest notion that he'd survived the fall too. The truth is on the tip of Lesya's tongue but refuses to come out and is forgotten when deckhands begin shouting.

"Hoist the sail!" Barnabas shouts over everyone. As the great blazon of the eagle is tucked away, twenty men settle on the padded-leather benches running either side of the ship below deck, each taking up a fir-pole oar, lifting it and threading it through a leather loop and thole pin. With a rhythmic splash, the oars meet the waves.

The Megarid is in sight. The journey is all but over —save for the forest of Athenian war galleys blockading the bay, their blue-and-white-striped sails flapping in the wind. Kassandra glances back at the captain and the woman standing at his side. There is no opening through the blockade, and landing to the north or south would mean a month's journey to pick their way overland to Pagai. Though just when the Eagle Bearer's hope starts to wan, the old sailor calls out to the crew and rowers. "Kybernetes," Barnabas roars, seeing what Lesya points to in the distance —a lone Athenian trireme. "Turn...turn...turn!"

Under the shadow of the galley's scorpion tail, the coal-skinned helmsman named Reza grabs the twin steering oars, his mighty shoulders shaking with effort, leaning left to edge the ship to the right. He roars with the strain, and two crewmen rush to add their weight to the mix.

With a hiss of churning water, the galley tilts to the right, slicing through the waves. Kassandra grabs hold of the rail for balance and Enyo onto the rigging. A sheet of water leaps over her, soaking the deck too, and they watch the loosed javelins of the Athenian peltasts sail into the churn of the Adrestia's wake.

The galley rolls level and then Kassandra finally sees it —the lone Athenian trireme ahead, side on the Adrestia's prow. Barnabas and Lesya had spotted it through all the other boats —a weak spot in the blockade. None of the Athenian vessels would risk venturing too close to shore after one ship. The bronze ram speeds toward the flank of the Athenian galley. Kassandra's eyes widened. The Athenians' faces drop. And Lesya grins —the wind whipping her flame-kissed hair.

"Brace!" Barnabas shouts. The world explodes in a roar of crumpling timbers —the Adrestia lurches and the sky darkens for a moment with a burst of kindling. Through a chorus of screams, the Adrestia cuts, and the two halves of the broken Athenian galley swinging open like great wooden doors, the mast falling, the crew clinging to timber for dear life. The commotion falls away as rapidly as it'd risen. Lesya looks back at the chaos of foaming waters and groaning wreckage and then at the Megarid before them.

GUARDIANS DRAG HIM into the Cave of Gaia and dump him before the artifact and the iron-shod feet of one of the Cult's sages. Deimos is beaten and bruised; his last assignment took a turn for the worse. Since Enyo disappeared, Kosmos no longer trusted him even as he acquired more power —through fear mostly. Few dared to oppose him any longer. The Sage bends forward, looking down at the champion in disdain. "Where is she?" Kleon of Athens hisses.

"Who?" Deimos asks, his voice rough —eyes almost black in the dim firelight. He looks like a caged animal with blood trickling down his chin, ready to bite the hand that feeds.

The other masked figures gathered share the same disdain hidden behind weeping ivory masks. "Don't play coy," the Sage snaps. "Enyo!" Deimos glances between the man hovering above him and the Cultists, ignoring the twinge in his heart at the mention of her name. "Elpenor saw her on Kephallonia."

Pressing his clenched fists into the cracked stone floor, Deimos rises. One of his arms hangs low until he rams the heel of his palm into the limp shoulder. There's a pop, and then he is standing at full height —menacing even in his current state. "She's dead," he growls. "I told you." He'd thrown down a bloody blade at their feet that night after seeing Enyo to safety. They'd believed it was her blood, too —he flexes his scarred left hand.

"And you lied," the Sage roars, rearing back to strike the champion. Deimos catches Kleon's wrist, sneering —all it would take is a sharp twist the break it. Those in attendance grow quiet at the champion's dissonance. A rush of air is his only warning before the flat of a mace collides against his already battered back. The impact forces him to his knees and the breath from his lungs. "He's beyond our control!" Kleon shouts, looking around at his masked acquaintances. Deimos glances up, spitting blood and trying to jerk free from the two brutes holding his arms. "Rabid dogs should be put down," Kleon reviles, meeting the burning hatred in Deimos's eyes.

A wave of whispers and silent agreement sweeps through the group. "Get him out of my sight."

STENTOR —THE ADOPTED son of Nikolaos— demands the Eagle Bearer aid him in the war efforts before being allowed an audience with the Wolf. He doesn't trust the misthios, and he trusts her companion even less. Kassandra is to look for his scouts over the Megarid and weaken the Athenian hold on Megara until the Spartan forces can strike against the leader. Menexinos, the Butcher as the people call him, resides over the city. Enyo and Deimos helped him rise to power as an ally to the Cult. Menexinos will rise and fall by my hand, Lesya vows.

She slips from the Adrestia in the evening and finds Kassandra overlooking a sparsely manned fort, but still too many hoplites to barge in. They both have their eyes on the same soldier near an opening in the perimeter of the fence. Lesya frees the bow from her back and an arrow from the quiver at her hip —nocking and losing in a fluid motion.

"Lucky shot," Kassandra remarks, peering over the stack of crates to see the arrow find its target, having slipped through an opening no wider than three fingers. She has the Eagle Bearer's respect as a fighter, but that is it. Respect and trust can be fickle things when one's past is littered with corpses.

"I make my own luck." Lesya smiles —pulling another arrow from her quiver. She nods toward the captain's tent at the camp's center. "Go, I'll cover you." She loses a rain of arrows upon the Athenians, skirting around the camp.

In a single movement, Lesya bends around from the hips, drawing, nocking, and losing another arrow from her bow. The arrow takes the guard in the eye just as he lurches in an attempt to run her through. The man flails and crashes headlong into the unlit brazier, where he lay, feet twitching. Another charges her from the side. Turning out of his path, she pulls one of her blades free. The Athenian hears a clean chopping noise and sees both his hands and spear spin through the air. He stares at the hewn stumps —white bone, marrow, blood— and howls. Lesya thrusts her blade through the man's neck, silencing his cries. Her gaze turns to the next opponent.

The hoplite stares at her, trembling as she takes a step forward. He drops his spear, turning to flee. Kicking up a broken spear, she throws the half-lance. It punches into the man's back, and he slumps headlong at the camp's entrance.

Kassandra emerges from the captain's tent, wiping blood from her blade onto a scrap of blue fabric. She glances at the carnage and the woman standing amongst it. "How'd you learn to fight like that?" The Eagle Bearer asks. In all her time on Kephallonia, she's never seen anything like it —even she does not fight with such bloodlust.

Lesya refuses to meet Kass' curious stare. Instead, she takes in the corpses lying about her feet and the blood running down her blades. "I didn't have a choice," she utters, hoping the answer will suffice.

"YOU FUCKING SNAKE," Deimos hisses, his hand wrapping around Elpenor's throat. The merchant presses his jeweled fingers into the champion's wrist. All it would take is one twist from his great arm for his neck to snap.

Roaring, Deimos drops the Cultist and turns —shoulders heaving. "The letter was not meant for them," Elpenor explains, rubbing his tender neck. The merchant had always been kinder to them than most. It was his generosity that'd given them a villa in the woods above Delphi. He'd watched the champions grow and had seen something else besides simple friendship blossom between them as well. Elpenor had been who warned him of the hatching scheme against his counterpart.

Deimos glances toward the lit brazier —the dancing flames remind him of Enyo's copper waves. A lot of stuff reminded him of her as of late. "She's well?" He asks, voice surprisingly soft given the anger still harbored in his dark eyes.

"I believe so," Elpenor tells him honestly. Enyo had looked strong on the docks of Sami, and he might even dare say happy, too. "She'll be in Megaris by now," he remarks. She now sails with Deimos's sister after he'd goaded her into taking a contract on Nikolaos of Sparta. "War still calls her name." And it always would. Enyo may not have been born into violence, but she'd been baptized in blood at a young age.

Deimos rises, hand holding onto his bandaged ribs —Lykaon had been kind enough to dress his wounds. Elpenor catches the determination in his expression. "I would not do that yet, champion," he warns, voice cool and calm as always. If everything went according to plan, then Enyo would return to Phokis, and not even the gods could keep them apart.

[@wallsarecrumbling @novastale]

#Alexios #Deimos #Alexios x OC #Deimos x OC #Alexios Imagine #Deimos Imagine #Alexios Fanfiction #Deimos Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Imagine #Assassin's Creed Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Odyssey #story: Kryptic #my writing

[remnantoforario]

What I learned from the RWBY Companion Pt. 2: Character Edition

So the first one of these ran a little longer than expected (Check it out here) so I decided to break it up into multiple posts.

Characters were designed with cosplay in mind.

Ruby was the first character created

Zwei happened because Monty and Kerry liked Corgis and wanted a dog in the show

Weiss is wealthier than 99% of people who have ever lived in Remnant

The party scene in V4 is Kara’s favorite Weiss moment

Weiss’ askew ponytail is her way of rebelling against her family

“Blake’s membership into the White Fang came from the best of intentions, during a time when her father held power and sought peace with humanity.”

Nice to see the DC Comic kept up with that.. 

“[Weiss and Blake] hated each other because they were like the Montagues and Capulets.”

Yet Blake and Yang supposedly go together…ok.

“…Personally, I’m hoping for Yang in the future. Everyone’s in love with Blake!”

You just couldn’t help it could you, Arryn?

Barbara Dunkelman knew about Yang’s arm from the beginning

The pullback of Yang’s elbow due to recoil is what reloads Ember Celica

Bumblebee (the motorcycle) runs on combustion dust and is filled with dust at stations like gasoline. (Again there is no gasoline on Remnant)

“To us, JNPR will always be main characters.”

Don’t we know it, Kerry

JNPR was one of the first side teams created, and was created mostly for comedy.

Jaune apparently tried to romance Pyrrha

This is news to me

Nora and Ren were originally described by Monty as “powerful woman” and “honorable warrior” respectively

Book has a typo about when the Nuceklavee stuff took place. It was V4 not 5

Team SSSN was created early on, but too complicated to introduce all at once so CRWBY just brought in Sun first

Monty’s character description for Sun was “abs”

Scarlet David was inspired by the novel “Peter Pan in Scarlet

His weapons, Hook and Darling, are a curved cutlass and a flintlock pistol with a grappling hook  

Sage Ayana was loosely inspired by Aesop Fables

His weapon, Pilgrim, is an oversized sword with roman numerals on the blade

Sun named Neptune’s weapon “Tri-Hard”, he didn’t get the joke until much later

Cardin was based on Cardinal Winchester who prosecuted Joan of Arc

Dove Bronzewing is CRDL’s “secret weapon”

Team CFVY were background characters until they became popular and were originally created to show what Team RWBY’s “next step” was

Lot of good that did

You can tell this was written before “After the Fall” came out because the only semblance shown for CFVY is Velvet’s.

Monty and Velvet’s VA (Caiti Ward) selected Velvet’s battle outfit out of over 1300 submissions from fans.

We still have much to learn about Team STRQ

Raven was created almost out of the blue by Monty.

Her blade, Omen, can extend to twice its normal length

There is no voice actor listed under Qrow’s name (surprise, surprise).

Vytal festival fights were for developing things not related to the plot.

Team FNKI happened while the team was waiting on renders to finish, while also exploring another side of Atlas

Penny went through many iterations before they decided on a final design

Taylor McNee (Penny’s VA) was also the modeler that broke her apart for the scene

Ozpin’s cane/weapon is called “Long Memory”

Oscar was brought in as the new “rookie” because Jaune “had been hardened and matured from battle”

Qrow is based on the Scarecrow from Wizard or Oz

Gylnda’s weapon is called “The Disciplinarian”

Her telekinesis has minor time altering properties that allow her to reassemble broken objects

Oobleck was originally going to be similar to the teacher from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Salems goons are based on literary characters gone wrong

Salem wants to absorb the powers of the Maidens

Then why does she need Cinder?

Salem gave Cinder her Grimm arm after the Fall of Beacon and saved her life through Grimm skin grafts.

How did Ruby’s Silver Eye attack hurt her if she didn’t have any Grimm inside her beforehand?

Tyrian, Watts, and Hazel existed beforehand, but weren’t shown until the cast was ready to deal with them

Cinder’s weapon is called “Midnight”

Her semblance is also kind of OP 

Hazel and his sister are based on Hansel and Gretel

Tyrian was based on the parable “The Scorpion and the Frog”

Tyrian is Kim Newman’s favorite character to animate

Watts is essentially Watson if he partnered with Moriarty instead of Sherlock Holmes

In production, Roman Torchwick started as a kid, something scary, and then a clown before they finalized his design.

Torchwick is based on Lampwick from Pinocchio

Torchwick’s death had been in the works for a while to punctuate the “game had changed” and no one was safe on either side.

Sarah Silverman was originally supposed to play Neopolitan but the deal never went through 

Monty added Neo to the mech fight in V2 without telling anyone. 

Neo’s semblance came about simply because Monty was lazy and didnt want to animate Neo and Roman escaping via air ship.

Emerald’s weapons are called “Thief’s Respite”

Mercury’s weapons are called “Talaria”

Adam is loosely based on Gaston

“Adam thinks he deserve’s Blake’s admiration and love, but these are things he hasn’t earned. Adam is a control freak and emotionally manipulative.

Good thing the DC Comic stuck to that. 

Adam must channel his attack into one slice when using Moonslice

Sienna’s weapon is called “Cerberus Whip”

Jason Douglas voices Jacques Schnee

Now it all fits. Now all I’ll hear is Gildarts and Beerus.

Winter took the brunt of the abuse from the Schnee parent’s before joining the military.

Weiss’ mother still doesn’t have a name

#rwby #rwby companion book

[roosting-n-writing]

OCtober day 14: Play

k, so, i went into this with a specific line of dialogue in mind then it didn’t pan out so i just threw the word “play” in there and called it good.

a continuation of @ivarararara‘s Waiting entry, from Tinleah’s perspective

Tinleah tore through the battlefield of the Plains, rending Grineer armor and flesh like butter. Datura slowed for nothing, coated in thick armor and infused with such immense power that she reduced entire squadrons to fleshy puddles within seconds.

Today’s bounty was as routine as ever: steal an important thing, kill an important guy, early lunch for Konzu. She didn’t mind so much, though. Bounties on the Plains were a welcome change from claustrophobic ship corridors and stuffy asteroid bases.

Soon enough, she reached the armored vault that held the important thing, barely slowing down to punch in the datamass that gave Solise the direct link she needed to crack the security. An alarm rang out, and Grineer troops swarmed from every direction to protect the vault contents by whatever means they could. Rifles cracked in the distance. Butchers and Scorpions rushed in. Shells form Mortar units screamed through the sky.

Tin just smirked inside her frame. Datura shed her skin, leaving it standing atop the vault as a decoy, then dropped to the ground and charged. Her Tiberon rang out in precise bursts, the rolling cracks of gunfire sounding the death knell for one trooper after another. The toxic power iconic to Saryn spread across the enemy force, weakening and killing troopers without Datura even acknowledging their presence.

Then the rumble of an approaching dropship drew her attention. Not one of the flimsy Firbolg crafts, but a hulking mass of armor with an appropriately bulky name: Bolkor. She dove for cover as the rotary cannon under the Bolkor’s chin swiveled in her direction. Small arms were no danger, but a cannon like that would cut Datura in half. She peaked around the corner of the vault to see a half-dozen hellion troops drop from the ramp, followed by...

If Datura had a mouth, she would be smiling wickedly. Three figures she recognized as Maxis, Hush, and their mutt Trouvaille followed the elite soldiers out of the dropship and into the hot zone. This day just got a lot more... Well, I’m glad I came down to Cetus today.

A clank and hiss snapped her out of her thoughts as the vault slowly opened. The standard soldiers, seeing their objective lost, turned and fled. But not the elites. They advanced on Datura’s position even as their air support roared away.

Brave, or suicidal? Let’s find out. Time to play!

She leapt from hiding and charged at the lead trooper, sword in hand. Seven rifles and a bow all snapped towards her and opened fire so suddenly she barely managed to block the most lethal of the damage. Sparks and blood flew from Datura’s limbs and she stumbled to a knee. Wow, good job Tinleah... Solise will never let us live this down. Focus. I don’t need sass right now.

Bullets continued to rain down on her; the pain filled Datura with rage, giving her the energy to shed another skin. It bought her a couple seconds to roll out of the line of fire. With a large boulder between her and them, she took a moment to breathe. The molting sped her healing, and the bullet wounds soon closed. She took another moment to spread toxin onto her blade as she considered the situation. Okay... Frontal assault is a no go. For once. Toughest Grineer I’ve seen since the whole Bulwark thing. Could coat them with spores and take potshots from here. But with a Tenno over there, I don’t have as much cover as I think I do...

“Hey there.” Tin swiped her blade towards the voice, but the blade met only air. Her eyes followed the strike and she found herself face-to-face with Maxis, holding a chunky Grineer rifle pointed directly at Datura’s throat. “Easy, just wanna talk before they get suspicious.”

Tin froze, blade still high in the air, at the end of a wide swing. “So I guess your Ivara is... Above me, if the dashwire is any indication.”

Maxis just stared at her for a second before shaking her head and nodding acknowledgement.

Tin sighed and dropped her sword, the clatter of metal on stone causing Maxis to jump backwards. Datura laughed.

“Scared of me, even like this?”

“Well you are very impressive... I mean imposing! Imposing, yeah.”

“Indeed?” Datura cocked her head; Maxis just blushed. “So what now?”

“I, uh, I didn’t think this through. I mean I did think this through but I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“‘cause I’m thinking if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it already.”

“...true.”

“So you...”

“Will you be my friend?”

“...”

“...”

“I beg your pardon?”

#oc tober #my writing #oc tinleah #maxis #™ #tinleah and co

[aithne]

(Illume) June 12th - 18th, 1583: Shadow of a Stranger

From Lady Yukiko's Journal

6/12/1583

Today held a wedding and a surprise, and tonight we are leaving Kyoto to head into the heart of the approaching army.

It's somewhat hard to believe that this is actually the most sensible course of action, but it does seem to be. We spent the day in Kyoto, recovering from the battle yesterday, waiting for the army to get to us tomorrow. The general idea was that once the battle started, we'd board the ship that would be arriving that day and leave the area. However, some new information has caused us to change our plans.

Funitsu and Tomika were married today in a somewhat abbreviated ceremony at a shrine in Kyoto. The alliance between the clans was formed when they announced their engagement, but the actual marriage makes that alliance more permanent. I find myself growing to like Tomika more as time goes on. She and I are much alike in some ways; I have not asked, but I have a feeling that she was the favored daughter of her household, as I was. Should she live long enough to take over leadership of the Crane Clan, I think she will be most effective in curbing some of the excesses that Clan has been displaying lately.

I am not certain that Funitsu knows exactly what he's married. It should be rather amusing watching him find out.

Tonight, as we were preparing to leave, Panda and Haku were called to talk to someone who had arrived at the gates, asking for them. When they came back, their faces were troubled. "That was Saran," said Panda. "He had news for us. Reiko, are you missing a spirit?"

The kitsune looked up from where she was sitting, her legs folded up so her heels were on the edge of her chair. "Lin left when I realized she'd been keeping me ignorant all of these years. If she weren't already dead, I'd kill her--I've been waiting for her to come back so I can yell at her some more. Why?"

"Well, the reason the army hasn't attacked yet is that General Nakasura is having a wu jen perform a ritual to put an old female spirit into a new body, and allow her to live again."

Reiko went pale, a shocked look on her face. Panda explained what Saran had told her, that Nakasura was vulnerable at this point to a small force, and that this ritual was occurring and would conclude in a few hours. The wu jen's name was Shurin, and Tomika mentioned that she'd heard of him. He specialized in bringing spirits back to life without any piece of their bodies, using a recently dead corpse, a piece of a person or place that the spirit is connected to, and a spirit who truly wants to return to life.

I could see anger beginning to burn through Reiko's confusion. Suddenly, she started. "Oh. I remember now. Lin is my granddaughter. I don't remember...wait. Yes. I killed her, I dragged her spirit from her living body and let her body burn." Silent stares from all around her. "What? She was trying to kill me." She paused, and muttered seemingly to herself, "I still don't understand why...but no matter."

Much babbling. Reiko wasn't making very much sense, I'm afraid, as she seems to not remember much of her past. She said something about a husband--who was still with her?--but even more than usual, she seemed to be assuming that everyone around her could see the things she does.

At that point, Tomika told Funitsu that she would be putting herself in danger if she went with us while she was spelless, and said that she'd come along and help if she had her spellbooks, or she would stay behind, his choice. The Scorpion weighed both options, and at some urging from the rest of my retinue, chose to trust her. Tomika said that she could study on the way, especially if we could bring along a litter for her so she could have some light.

And we were off, into the night. We avoided the main bulk of the army, only having to stop a few times to let scouts go past us. I watched soldiers rounding up the people on the farms surrounding Kyoto--my people!--with a sick feeling in my heart.

In three hours, we were drawing close to Nakasura, dismounting and leaving the horses loosely tied on an empty farm. We found Nakasura's tent, as impressive as generals' pavilions usually are, and Gryphon spotted some wyverns in the sky. He warned us that he'd heard that wyverns could fascinate humans with their gaze, and that they were poisonous. My retinue started wrangling about who was going to do what. and the kitsune, evidently impatient, said, "I'm going to go look." She faded from view and was gone.

Funitsu also pulled a cloaking spell around himself and crept up to the tent. The librarian also circled around to the back of the tent, leaving the rest of us waiting for something to happen. Watching, we could see one of the guards fall asleep, the other shaking the sleeping one and then speaking to someone in the tent. Whoever it was stepped outside, and I could see he had the armor of a general on--this was Nakasura. He said clearly enough for those of us down the field to hear, "We're under attack, that's a sleeping spell. Find them!"

And the wyverns in the sky stooped and attacked.

In the ensuing confusion, Tomika came in most handy as she used a lightning bolt on a wyvern who was sneaking up behind us. Funitsu had wyvern trouble but managed quite well, if I do say so myself. I saw Tadaki get hit by a wyvern and flee, changing form as he did so. I didn't see either the librarian or Reiko until the librarian came out of the tent, followed by another wyvern. I heard a male voice I hadn't heard before come from the tent, roaring something I couldn't hear, and a few seconds later the last wyvern dove into the tent. It emerged and took flight, a naked young woman clinging to its back. Gryphon launched himself after it, managing to kill the wyvern, but the woman on its back opened a dimension door for herself and disappeared. Lin is loose in the world, it seems, whoever she is. All I know is that she knows everything that Reiko knows, and she is cooperating with my husband's enemies.

My bodyguards both acquitted themselves most ferociously, Panda falling to a blow from Nakasura and Haku stepping into her place. Nakasura stepped forward, bloody sword at the ready, but then looked at something next to Haku's foot and backed away. Haku took the opening to throw Nakasura around a bit. A lightning bolt from Tomika finished him, and Gryphon, whom Reiko had told could eat Nakasura, pounced on the corpse.

Haku picked up the thing from the ground that Nakasura had backed away from--a sparrow, sleeping. Tadaki, it would seem. Reiko appeared in the doorway of the tent, dragging the librarian out of the tent. He seemed to be fast asleep--wyvern poison, I assumed. Reiko tended to Panda, kissing the worst of her wounds closed. An odd shaman, is our kitsune. She appears to have not a squeamish bone in her body.

When Tadaki and the librarian woke, Tadaki changed forms back to human, and said with some surprise, "Ow! This thing--" He pulled out of his pocket the orb he'd gotten from Omura a few days ago. We could hear a distant screaming and a crane-shaped shadow rose from Nakasura's corpse and dove into the orb, which glowed briefly. Tadaki held a brief conversation with his orb, in which it was revealed that each of the generals has a little bit of the spirit that has taken over Hideyoshi in them, and this orb is designed to collect those pieces.

Tomika offered to wake both the wu jen and Nakasura so they could speak to us. When Tomika woke them, she made each corpse do a dance, which was amusing in a gruesome sort of way. Reiko questioned both bodies; the wu jen said that Lin was going back to Arenro.

Silence from the kitsune. Then, "Back to Arenro? What?"

Nakasura had a few more answers for us, saying that he knew that Lin and Arenro had been friends back when Lin was still alive. He had little more of use for us, though we did question him some more. We decided that we needed to alert Saran to the fact that Nakasura was dead and that his coup was no longer going to be needed, and sent the librarian into the army to find him. Reiko told us that she was going to go for a run, but changed her mind when the gryphon offered to fly her back to Kyoto.

I had not thought, before, to worry about the friendship between those two. The gryphon is somewhat impulsive, and the shaman is not much better. I hope that some ameliorating influence will happen sooner rather than later, as those two could easily be quite the menace to both enemies and allies. I know, now, that Reiko's intelligent enough--as long as she ever pauses to think, but she doesn't seem to do that too often.

The librarian spoke to Saran and then brought him back to us, telling us that the newly-minted General had an excellent idea. Saran said, if he declared loyalty to me, he could join forces with Yasahiro and help defend Kyoto, giving us a safe place to return to. After some discussion, we decided that this was a good idea, and returned to Kyoto.

When we were reunited with Reiko and Gryphon, Panda asked the shaman curiously, "Lin was your granddaughter? That must mean you've had a child or two. Do you have any other descendants?"

The shaman frowned, seemingly trying to remember. And then she blinked, and asked the air next to her, "Really? Why didn't you tell me before? All right--" She returned her attention to Panda. "My name six centuries ago was Iyotushi Reiko. My husband's name is Lord Iyotushi Setto." She glanced over at me, offering a small smile. "I am Akechi's many-greats-removed grandmother. It was in my time that the Iyotushi family became noble." A pained looked crossed her face, and she rubbed her temples, grimacing. "I'm sorry, the memories are coming back, but all out of order, and I can't make sense of many of them. I remember the night Lin died. I remember the night my husband...committed seppuku." A catch in her voice, there. "I remember little else, I'm afraid. But it's starting to come back, now that Lin's no longer in the spirit world."

There's one mystery solved--why a strange little shaman was promoted over Arenro by my husband, almost a year ago. Akechi must have known--but how? He never mentioned it to me.

Panda, Haku, Yasahiro, Saran and I spent a long time in conference this evening, planning strategies. We must assume that the other side knows of everything we do, now, and it is now that all of our plans must change.

We sail for Hiroshima in the morning.

6/13/1583

Uneventful sailing today. None of us seem very inclined towards conversation. Funitsu and Reiko have been working healing those who were wounded, and Gryphon is, as usual, fishing for himself. Tadaki has been climbing around in the rigging, and the librarian...come to think of it, I haven't seen the librarian all day. I wonder what he's been up to?

Three and a half more days to Hiroshima, if the wind holds.

6/14/1583

I confess to being very curious as to what, exactly, is going on between Funitsu and Tomika. Intuition is telling me that she might actually be starting to like him.

I suppose it'll develop as it does. It would be good to know if she truly is on our side; I do not yet trust her completely.

The shaman spoke to nobody today. I greeted her as she went by me on the deck this morning, but she acted as if she did not see me. Perhaps she is more in the spirit world than not, today.

The child within me is quiet. I get the sense that it is waiting for something.

Perhaps it is waiting for the same thing I am--answers.

6/15/1583

Poor Haku is restless. As are the rest of us, except Gryphon who has been having a wonderful time swimming in the ocean and showing off his new ability to fly, and Panda who is her usual calm self. She's been doing a lot of meditation, and sword drills with me, Haku, and the librarian. Haku's been getting whoever will agree to be his victim to drill with him; the motion seems to do him good. The air has felt like it wants to storm all day long, but the weather refuses to break.

It's late in the evening, perhaps ten o'clock, and I just saw Reiko go past my door, down the corridor. I suspect she's found a sailor or two to keep company with for the moment.

This weather! It's enough to drive those of us who aren't already crazy quite mad.

Earlier this evening, I'd arranged for a bath--one of the perks of being both noble and pregnant is that people tend to indulge you when you request things like hot baths. I think they reason that I'm at least asking for attainable things, not plums from the slopes of Mount Fuji or anything like that.

Panda accompanied me, being the closest thing to a lady in waiting that I have at the moment, and as I used a touch of magic to heat the water for myself, I asked her, "So, do you think we can trust the shaman?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

I cupped my hands and poured water over my shoulders. "Her spirit did betray us, after all. I'm not sure what the odds of that happening again are."

Panda shrugged, beginning up pull her topknot down and comb out her hair. Her swords were by her side, and she was keeping a watchful eye out, still on duty even now. "She says that was the only spirit who was rebellious. Even the one who possessed her before was simply misguided. Possesion can happen to almost anyone. If even Akechi can be possessed, I'm not sure that any of us are immune."

"Not a child still in the womb, certainly." I cupped my hand over my belly, sighing a little. "So you think we should keep her with us?"

"She's probably better off with us than away with us. Akechi sent her with us for a reason, I'm sure. Perhaps she knew of her connection to your family."

"He never mentioned it to me, but perhaps. I'd also like to know how Hirohito knew that we are traveling with a kitsune and a hengeyokai."

Panda pulled at a stubborn tangle. "I assumed that the Lord told him."

"I don't know that he would have. There was very little that Akechi did not share with me; while I knew about Tadaki, I didn't know what Reiko was, and that's the sort of thing that he wouldn't have told his brother without telling me." I wound a lock of hair around my fingers, thinking. "He knows too many things, Panda. I don't trust him. I like him, but we need to be very wary of him. He may not be an enemy, but I don't think we can count him as a friend. At the very most, he is an ally."

"Don't worry, Lady. I trust very few people, and Hirohito is not on that list."

I smiled. "Good, samurai. We should keep it that way." I shifted, pulling my knees as far up as they'll go at this point. "I wonder how Tomika is really feeling about Funitsu. I almost think she rather likes him."

"Well, he is not unattractive, or so I assume from the tittering I've heard from your ladies when he comes to see you."

"And he can be charming, when he puts forth the effort. I'm not certain if that's going to be enough to overcome the manner of his asking her to marry him. It is customary to untie the lady first. It smacks of coercion."

"I don't know. At least she had the choice as an adult. My parents had their marriage arranged when they were both three years old, and they were quite happy together, so perhaps this will work out the same way."

"Hopefully. We'll see." I'd caught a glimpse of Panda's face as she put down her comb, wincing a little as her arm moved through a range of motion that had just been healed a couple of days before. "How are you, Panda? Recovered from the fight?"

"My body is mostly healed, thank you."

I tilted my head. Panda had something on her mind, and she wasn't about to tell me about it unless I asked. "And your soul?"

She sighed a little bit. "Troubled, Lady. Nearly dying has brought to the forefront of my mind that should I die, that will be the end of my line. I have asked Haku, should I fall, to bring my sword to my ancestral temple, but...I should have someone to pass it on to."

I considered this. "I know you've been very focused on your career, Panda, but perhaps it's time you gave some thought to having a child or two. Now, of course, isn't the right time, but perhaps once we have Akechi back, you could find someone."

"Or I could find someone to adopt. I was sent to my parents by the goddess and the god when they were unable to conceive. I am certain that, when the time is right, the opportunity will present itself."

"Or perhaps you'll find someone along the way that you like enough to consider adding them to your bloodline."

Panda answered, a bit stiffly. "I have heard that the process of actually bearing children requires, ah, a father."

"It does. And the process of conceiving is really quite a lot of fun. You ought to try it. I'm certain any of our companions, except perhaps Funitsu, would be quite willing to introduce you to the concept..."

I realized that I'd gone a bit too far with that when I saw Panda blushing, bright color burning on her cheeks. She looked away and said, in a somewhat strangled voice, "Oppressive weather we've been having lately, isn't it?"

"Nice subject change, samurai." I chuckled a little. "Well if you ever need help with your endeavors, let me know. If nothing else, I can describe the process for you well enough."

"We don't need more than one person nauseous in the morning at this point, and I can't defend you with an awkward belly in the way."

"True enough. I suppose I feel like someone in my retinue should be getting laid other than the kitsune and possibly Funitsu."

Panda raised an eyebrow. "Reiko is...indulging herself?"

"She's no good to us starving. That's why I told you not to lock her in any more. I believe that a sailor or two has been obliging her, as well as probably a guard back in Kyoto. Or, possibly, Yasahiro. I haven't asked, and it's probably better that I don't know, unless she develops an attachment to someone. And keeping her fed means that she's less likely to need to feed on one of us."

"There are, ah, probably several who wouldn't mind her method of feeding among us, i'm sure." Panda was beginning to shift around again, a sure sign that we were getting close to one of those subjects that she's uncomfortable with. I had a sudden insight as to why, but chose to leave it alone for the moment.

"But what happens when she saps the vitality of someone we need in battle the next day? Safer to have her indulge outside of our retinue." I stretched and set to scrubbing myself, the warmth of the water relaxing me as it always does. We talked some more, mostly about inconsequentials, as I finished bathing. I slipped once and made reference to the librarian being something than what he appeared to be, and Panda replied, "He is an archivist. If I were to know that he were something else that was not exactly honorable, I would have to do something about it, more than likely."

I nodded, taking the warning. "He is simply an archivist. But a useful man, you must admit."

"Undoubtedly. Librarians are quite fierce in the defense of their books. I suppose that, in the end, we're books ourselves, so that protectiveness transfers."

I laughed a little at the mental backbends the samurai was doing, and chose to not deliberately disturb her world. "You and your honor, Panda."

"I would not be as useful to you without it, my Lady."

"I will keep this in mind, samurai. For the moment, though, would you mind helping me up?"

Wrapped in a robe, my hair down to dry (this fiendish air is making it take much longer than it usually does), I am about to finish this and retire for the night.

I dreamed of Akechi last night. Perhaps, tonight, I will do so again.

6/16/1583

If the wind holds, this will be our last full day of the voyage. We're all vaguely irritable, including the child, who has taken to kicking my spine again. Tomika is sniping at Funitsu and, strangely enough, the librarian, who as far as I can tell hasn't actually done anything offensive other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I approached Reiko, who was splinting the leg of one of the ship cats who'd been unlucky enough to be in the wrong place when one of the sails had shifted, and sat down next to her. She said, "As long as you're here, Lady, could you hold the splint in place for me while I wrap this?"

I complied, the cat squirming uncomfortably under my hands, as she wrapped leg and splint with a length of cloth. "There we go. It'll need to be kept quiet for a couple of weeks, but it should heal all right. It was a clean break."

"I didn't know you knew how to doctor animals as well as humans."

She shook her head. "Broken bones are somewhat obvious, wounds are wounds no matter what species. Illnesses differ between humans and animals, though, and the cure for humans might kill an animal, and vice versa." She rubbed the cat's head, and a rumbling purr came from it, as it seemed content to lie on her lap for the moment. "I mostly stick with humans."

"Have you always been a physician?" I was genuinely curious, and this also seemed to be a line of questioning that might get me some of the answers I sought.

"I--no. Before Lin, it was one of my interests, but I never truly developed it. After, well, it seems that I spent at least some of my lives being one. Among other things."

"Such as?" I could tell I was making the kitsune uncomfortable, but I needed to know.

She looked at me, those amber eyes unreadable. "I know the first life after I acquired Lin, I was a geisha. One of the...not quite reputable ones. After that, I have very few memories. I know I was a court physician when I acquired Zhane. I have a feeling that I've made my way in the world in whatever manner was available to an attractive woman of no family and few resources other than her body and her gift for knowing what others do not. Lin...Lin was ashamed of me, I think. She had difficulty with knowing that she had immortal blood. I was never what she wanted me to be, and she never let me forget it."

"And before Lin?"

She smiled. "Before her, I was the Lady of a noble house, one that rose quickly after the death of the Emperor who declared my late husband, and thus myself and my child, noble. I built the estate in Kyoto, and I lived there quite happily for a very long time. And then, one night, I was talking to Setto on my balcony, and I saw something in my garden that shouldn't have been there. That was the night that everything changed."

"Is it true, then, that you're Akechi's--and my child's--ancestor?"

"I and Setto founded Akechi's line." Again, that sensual smile. "He was the only one I ever married, and it took him seven years to convince me that marrying him was a good idea. Fifteen years was far too few to spend with him. I was...most upset when he was forced to commit seppuku."

Something wasn't adding up here. "You said that all of your spirits except Lin had died by your hand--and it turned out that you killed Lin, as well. But you say that--Setto, right?--committed seppuku. Does that mean..."

Reiko was looking down at the cat, watching her own hands smooth the silver and black fur. "One of the ancient ways of ritual suicide is to submit oneself to one of the demons who lives on the life force of others. I am...one of those demons. Setto knew what I am, and he asked me to be his sword for seppuku." She raised a hand to her mouth, pausing, taking a quick breath inward. I waited for her to continue. "I'm sorry, talking about it brings the memory back. He was the only one who ever made the choice to be drained by me, and it was only because I loved him that I agreed. It was not easy. I know you love Akechi. Setto and he are...much alike."

I tried to imagine the confused little shaman that I knew as the reigning Lady of a noble line. She must have been very different back in the day; the Reiko I know can barely govern herself, much less an entire family.

We sat in silence for a few moments. Reiko continued petting the cat, and then looked at me. For the first time, something of the immortal stirred in her eyes. "In the last six centuries, I have killed every single person I have ever loved. I find that track record somewhat troubling. If you chose to tell me to leave your service, I would understand."

I shook my head. "Reiko. I am convinced there is a reason that you are with us, and I am loath to upset that. Besides, I think that as long as you know what you are, you won't kill anyone you don't mean to. You've been feeding lately, unless I miss my guess."

She grinned. "The sailors are most obliging." Her expression sobered then, and she said, "Just so you know, I will not be feeding among your retinue. Even if some choose to share my bed, there are too many problems that might be caused by me actually feeding on any of them."

"Don't make any promises you can't keep, kitsune. But thank you for your consideration." She chuckled, shrugging. The cat on her lap lifted its chin to be scratched, and I reached over to pet it. After a moment, I asked, "You know, you keep referring to yourself as married. But Setto has been dead these six centuries, and, well...you certainly don't act married..."

"I suppose I'm officially a widow. But Setto's spirit--" She glanced over at a spot in the air where I could see nothing. "--is very much with me, all the time. What I remember of the years after his death tells me that I considered myself very much married to him, though he was with me in spirit and not in body. And now, yes, it feels right that I'm married. Even when I didn't know what I was or who he was, I knew I loved Setto the best of all my spirits. As for the other, when my husband was alive, we had an arrangement that allowed me to feed on other people. Otherwise, a relationship between a kitsune and a human ends in a slow death for the human. And now...he married me knowing what I am, after all." She looked back at that spot in the air, head tilted as if she were listening to something I couldn't hear. "It really is, Setto. I'm working on it." The shaman smiled at me. "Setto just said that it's too bad he can't talk to you directly. He approves of you, I think."

I blinked, unsure of what to say. "Ah, thank you."

"Just passing on the message. And now I have even more of a reason to stay with you, Lady. Your child is my many-times-great grandson. Or granddaughter, but I'm thinking grandson. I was once this family's guardian. Perhaps it's time for me to take up the position once more." Again, a flash of the immortal in her eyes as she grinned at me. Then she cradled the cat to her chest, rising and lifting her face to the sky, smelling the wind. "Hiroshima tomorrow, do you think? If we're lucky, we'll get there before the storm breaks."

Something occurred to me as I stood, rubbing the small of my back. "You mentioned that the Emperor who declared our family noble died soon afterwards. I don't suppose you had anything to do with it, did you?"

Her smile contained no mirth whatsoever. "Officially, his heart stopped as he was sleeping one night, which was surprising as he wasn't that old and in excellent health. But for future reference, Lady? It is a very bad idea to take away someone I love from me." She turned and walked towards the bow of the ship.

So I have many things to think on tonight. Who else among my retinue holds such surprises?

With luck, tomorrow we'll be on dry land. I confess that the allure of sea travel is beginning to wear a little bit, but it does give such opportunities for learning about one's companions.

The storm continues to hold. I felt the touch of a raindrop a few minutes ago, but nothing else. Perhaps tomorrow, when we're on land.

I'm finding myself looking forward to seeing Hirohito again, oddly. After getting over my initial trepidation about him, I find him much like Akechi in many ways. If nothing else, he has been a good ally so far, though I fear he has enough secrets that this might not last forever.

More tomorrow, of course.

6/17/1583

Hiroshima! Finally. We reached port just as the first raindrops from the storm that has been following us started pattering on the deck. By the time we reached Hirohito's home, the wind had picked up and thunder was growling. I confess to finding myself relieved that the weather had finally broken, even if it meant that we were soaked to the skin by the time we reached the palace.

We were made welcome and told that Hirohito was on his way back from Tokyo at the moment; he was scheduled to arrive that evening, but the storm might well delay him. A day of rest has done us a world of good; even Tomika seems to be in a better mood.

In fact, Tomika seems to be in a *much* better mood than she has been. I don't know her well enough to know what this mood swing might presage. It's late afternoon, and we are gathered in a large room, one wall of which is opened so we can watch the warm rain. Panda's on guard duty, standing at attention beside me; Haku, I believe, is in the garden somewhere. Tadaki's settled on a cushion, studying his spellbook, and Tomika's doing the same. Funitsu is standing near the open wall, seeming to be contemplating the falling rain and the occasional growl of thunder.

Reiko and the librarian are studying out of the same books, attempting to puzzle out whatever Reiko's gaijin spirit is telling her. They seem to be making some progress, but how much I cannot tell. Now that Lin is no longer with her, Reiko seems to be much less prone to muttering to herself, which has been a pleasant change.

I quail at the thought of Arenro knowing everything that Reiko and thus Lin knows about us, but I suppose it can't be helped. We did our best to stop her, and we failed. Overall, I think we came out somewhat ahead, but the odds are still against us.

If only we could find Akechi. Though I know he's safe for the moment, and keeping him safe means staying out of Hideyoshi's grasp, I'd feel much better if he were here with us. Of the two of us, he has the better tactical mind, though I'm by far the better at gathering intelligence. It's too bad I can't get in touch with any of my old contacts; I have to assume for the moment that they're all compromised.

We'll see what Hirohito has to suggest when he gets here.

6/18/1583

Hirohito arrived mid-morning and came to see us soon after. After trading greetings, we settled down in the large room we've been using to gather in to talk. Hirohito told Funitsu that Arenro had been most upset at the news of his engagement to Tomika. "His exact words were, 'Who the hell let that happen?' And, by the way, isn't she one of the wu jen I told you to go kill?"

Funitsu shrugged. "She turned out to be considerably more than a minor noble. It was the...course of greatest prudence."

My brother-in-law snorted. "Scorpions."

Reiko spoke up. "I'm afraid we have bad news for you, Lord." At his nod, she continued. "One of my spirits turns out to have been an old friend of Arenro's, from five centuries ago. She was brought back to life by a wu jen who specializes in such things, and has returned to Arenro's side. She knows everything I know, which means that you're now compromised. I am sorry."

He sat still for a moment, contemplating this. Then he asked, "Do you still have that source? I think I'll need some. If Arenro knows about me helping you, soon Hideyoshi will know, and the next time I show my face in Tokyo, it will probably be forcibly separated from my shoulders. I'll still help as I can, but I'm not going to be able to feed you information from inside any longer. I suggest you find another general to turn."

"Any suggestions?" asked Funitsu.

"Omura might be a good one to start with. Though...General Nibori has never been easily controlled. He's hengeyokai, and has fought the control long and hard. He was most certainly not a willing conscript. He may be the best bet for you. He's located near Akita, near Hokkaido." His eyes rested on me. "Sister, your father is having a bit of trouble. He is surrounded by people who would do him harm, and one of his advisors is quite dangerous and, I am convinced, trying to get him to help Arenro's side. She is also hengeyokai, her name is Emi."

At that, Tadaki started. "There's a name I thought I'd never hear again."

"Friend of yours, Tadaki?" Funitsu was looking at our wu jen with narrowed eyes.

"A childhood acquaintance. She helped kill almost all of the people in my village." He shook his head, shivering a little. "She's one of the few people I've ever known who were truly born bad. We caught her dissecting one of our people when she was eighteen; we never managed to prove that she'd killed him, but she'd definitely taken him apart after he died. I've been looking for her, and the people who helped her destroy my village, for a number of years now."

Reiko's smile was wry. "Well, here's your chance. I'm sure the Lady would like to help her father, and...Akita's on the way, correct?"

Funitsu replied, "Almost everywhere is on the way to Hokkaido. It's at the other end of Japan. If we go up the western coast, we can stop by Akita on the way and talk to this Nibori."

Tadaki broke in, "Wait, I wasn't paying attention before. Nibori, you said? He's a Sparrow, as well?" As disturbed as he'd looked before, he looked quite happy now. "He's an old friend, a real one this time. He's from my village, and he was taken when it was destroyed. I never managed to find him. Perhaps he knows what happened to Midiko, as well."

We discussed it for some time, and decided that sailing up the western coast was the best idea. It will take us between a week and two weeks to get up the coast, depending on whether or not the winds are with us. We'll restock the ship tomorrow and sail the day after.

And now, I am wondering about that village that Tadaki grew up in. There is more than he's saying to the destruction of his village. But I suppose those are speculations for another night.

The storm's rage has abated, and the rain is now gentle and warm. May all the storms we pass through be so benign.

Quotes:

"I don't want to be in battle with a wyvern!" "Sound tactical thinking. You've concisely summed up the problem here." (Hiroshi, Haku)

"I position myself away from the things that are trying to kill me." (Hiroshi)

"She dances Nakasura's corpse towards you, one-legged." "I grab the leg bone of his I'm gnawing on and run away. MY leg now! MINE!" (Storm (as Tomika), Gryphon)

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The Scorpion King (HPNG Murder Mystery Fanfic)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wLMAliv by DBR_Augary The 24th of July 2021. A night the Malfoy’s surely wouldn’t forget as Scorpius Malfoy vanished into thin air. Months of waiting and agonising over what could possibly have happened to him passed. Up until the Malfoy’s get the worst Christmas present imaginable. Scorpius Malfoy’s dead body found buried in their own back garden. Now The Scorpion King is terrorising Albus, Rose and Alice with their secrets and some secrets of Scorpius’ and it’s left up to them to figure out who The Scorpion King is and if they killed Scorpius. But not without some unfortunate casualties. OR The plot of Pretty Little Liars but with these guys and some minor (okay major) alterations. Words: 6148, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Just For Funsies Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, Rose Weasley, Alice Longbottom II, Polly Chapman, James Sirius Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Original Characters Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter & Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter & Alice Longbottom II & Rose Weasley, Albus Severus Potter & Alice Longbottom II & Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: Murder Mystery, Stalking, Inspired by Pretty Little Liars, but better, Character Death, Scorpius Malfoy is the Murder Victim, Abuse of Authority, Pedophilia, POV Alternating, Mystery, Whump, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kidnapping, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Roseboy Scorpius Malfoy, Intersex Scorpius Malfoy, Gay Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy Uses He/Him and Ze/Zer and Fae/Faer Pronouns, Genderfuck Albus Severus Potter, Polysexual Albus Severus Potter, Bipolar Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter Has ADHD, Albus Severus Potter Has BPD, Albus Severus Potter Uses He/Him and They/Them Pronouns, Bisexual Alice Longbottom II, Autistic Alice Longbottom II, Neptunic Rose Weasley, Any Pronouns For Rose Weasley read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51664825

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