semi plotted thing || @warringpeace

“I’m not really sure how to say this so I’m just going to say it.”

They’d had their wild night nearly a month ago, give or take a few days. She hadn’t been with anyone else since that night given the stress of house hunting in a new state far from home. Lucifer Morningstar had just been someone that had brushed against her and had said a few nice things -- he’d been the first person she’d been with since her divorce from a nearly two decade long marriage. 

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours,” a pause, “...it’s nice to see you again, by the way.”

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Whitehaven, on the coast of Cumbria, was no stranger to bad weather. The storm raged, lightning zig-zagging across the black sky. Rain lashed against buildings and no one was outside unless they had to be. The small cottage on the outskirts of town had buckled down for the storm, the windows closed tight against the wind and rain, in the fireplace the flames danced. While there was but one human in the cottage, there were four cats, all laying in various states around the fireplace on the throw carpet. 

The one in charge was a petite female with pitch black fur, Kalapana, who had claimed the squishy armchair. Stretched out directly in front of the flames and warming his tummy was a rather hefty light-colored ginger named Momo. Tiggy, another small female tabby, was curled up on a pouf. Finally, there was the majestic Thran, a silvery-white with shocking blue eyes, who was stretched out on the sofa.

Their human mom was curled up under a throw blanket on a loveseat in the sunroom. Her head was tilted back and she was staring up through the glass roof toward the sky. There was something about a thunderstorm that Hokulani Hewahewa-Crawford enjoyed. Perhaps it was the chaos of it all, the raw, natural energy. Snuggled under her blanket in leggings and an oversized sweater, she was quite comfortable. 

At least until she felt it. 

Hoku always had an affinity for animals, for all of nature, since she was a child. She could harness the elements, find the healing herbs in a forest without really looking, and “speak” to animals. She stood, bare feet moving to the front door of the house immediately, tossing open the door. Despite the awning, rain soaked her feet and up her legs immediately. The cats had felt it as well. Distress. The need for help. Desperation.

“Stay.” Then she’s out in the pounding rain, immediately soaked through to the bone. It was freezing, lightening whipping across the sky. She follows the feeling until she sees it. A cat, huddled under a bush in the far corner of her garden. With little regard for herself, her knees hit the mud the same time her mind reaches out to the animal’s.

Hoku frowned, pausing for a split second. The brainwaves of an animal were different from those of a human’s. This cat’s was closer to a human’s, yet not quite; it was also different than an animal’s. She had no more time to contemplate this oddity as the bush whipped around in the wind, branches scratching her hands and face. Despite the cat’s weak protests, she managed to gather it in her arms and hurried back into the cottage, the door slamming shut behind her without her touching it.

She shooed the other cats away as she set about examining the newest feline. He (and it was definitely a male) was much larger than she had first realized. The fur around his neck was much thinner than the rest of his body, and what she could see if his skin under the fur was badly bruised.

For just a moment, her eyes met the cat’s; his eyes were a vivid forest green holding shadows and secrets and unimaginable pain. More than that, there was an intelligence not seen in an animal normally. She gently stroked him. “Don’t worry, my darling. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”

The tricky part was getting him clean as he was already soaking wet and cold, but she managed it somehow. She got him dry and set to work on healing his neck; it was slow going as healing took a large amount of energy and she did not want to make a mistake. Once she was satisfied that she did what she could for him, she got a basket and laid it out with a pillow and then a soft blanket. She swaddled him in the basket before setting it in front of the fireplace.

She ordered Kalapana to watch over their new friend and keep the others away for the time being. Then she was stripping, sopping wet clothing hitting the tiled bathroom floor as she hopped in the shower. As much as she wanted to linger in the steaming water, she didn’t. She dried and got dressed in an oversized tee shirt, a towel-turban wrapped around her hair on her head. She sat down beside the basket and readied herself for a long night.

Artur was beyond exhausted, nearly mad with worry and was trying to hold everything together. Less then a week ago Rome abandoned Britannia and left it to a Saxon invasion and it cost and nearly cost him dearly. The Pendragon had to be forced away from his younger brother's side and all he could do was pray that Vladimir survived the raging infection.

"Forgive me for keeping you waiting Lady Julia." He said as he entered the great hall through a passageway and went around the roundtable. "What brings you to Britannia?"

With his brother busy answering correspondence from the rulers in Western and Eastern Europe that saw Vladimir Bohdan Florescu Dracula II as their overlord his brother Artur headed into the castle kitchens to get the basket of previsions that were always set aside for the two brothers. As the massive Eurasian Brown Bear moved through the corridors he smiled softly when he saw the oldest of the children trying to reach the handle of the main door that opened up into the gardens where Vladimir and Artur lived in a multi-roomed tent.

"And what are you up to young Henry?" The bear asked as he came up behind the four-year-old son of Henry Bolingbroke. "Trying to sneak out to visit grandpa Vladimir and me?"

Of Puppichonos and Mix-Ups

For @warringpeace​‘s Scarlett Morningstar

She thanked the barista as the order was being made. The coffee shop was busying with people coming and going. Some staying and chatting, Dana stayed in the corner with her Lucie, a grey pitbull with an adorable grin on her face as she watched people. The order was simple, one black coffee for Dana, and a puppichino for Lucie. While this was Dana’s first coffee in the united states for the first time in so long, this would be Lucie’s very first puppichino in any kind of cafe. 

In the UK, the two of them would’ve embodied the definition of ‘tough’. Dana with her all-black and black eyepatch covering her left, while Lucie would’ve terrified anyone simply for the breed she chose to blend in. While neither of them didn’t really care about how they were perceived, it was a nice change here; in the states, where she really born. She wasn’t home yet, but it was a start and this was a nice yet simple reward.

She stayed near the counter, as the sight in the one uncovered eye is crappy on this day. It only made sense that when she grabbed her order that she could tell there was only supposed to be one hot drink and one drink. But there were two each of her hands and immediately she felt something was up.

“What the--?” She trailed off as she held up the cup, squinting as she tried to read the name on the cup, hoping that the person who ordered it originally was still here.

“Scarlett?” She called aloud looking around. “Is there a Scarlett still here?”

A DISCLOSED MISSION || CLOSED

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Sigyn shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she sat across from the metal armed man, not quite knowing what to say. They were supposed to be on some sort of ‘surveillance mission’-- but the silence between them was killing her, so she had to at least say something!   

“So....Uh, how long do these missions usually take for you Mr. Barnes?” 

warringpeace replied to your post: So Laura’s mild hair brushing obsession is due to...

Loki is here for the hair brushing sleepover party

If he doesn’t mind being ordered to sit still on the floor in front of the couch >.>

@warringpeace​    asked:    “What do you propose?” [ from victoria ]

There was only so many things one could do in this situation. Dent knew that well, but as to the proper choice of actions? He did not. It was simply a learning experience for everyone around.

“The coin says,” he flipped it and it landed on the clean side, “we take the lightest course of action at first,” he then flipped it again --- landing on heads again, “and then we keep on them through legal venues until,” he flipped it again --- scarred side finally deciding to show up, “they decide to block us. Then? I do things my way.”

*pokes Altair* xD

“Daring, to wake a sleeping vampire.” 

Bitter Reunion

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The dragon sniffed the air, his eyes bulging with anger. His claws began to shake, but he stilled them. “Hello mother,” he said, barely concealing his rage. “What is the occasion?” He didn’t turn to face her.

Silent as the grave she had crept into the castle, layers of tattered clothing blending in with the shadows cast by the moonlight. The little girl had a mission, a whisper in the back of her mind driving her to seek out something far more powerful than her usual human prey.

Unfortunately for Kara, unlike her human prey this entity did not sleep during the night, and certainly was not reliant on candlelight. Her usual tactic of hiding in the shadows and leaping out had been useless, and soon she found herself with very little hope.

With what little energy she had left her shadows could do little more than create small spikes, and even in the beginning she had been unable to move swiftly enough to get her teeth into the creature’s flesh. Even the darkness taking over did very little, with her body unable to maintain it as she snapped out of it with more wounds instead of a bloodied foe at her feet.

This was barely any hope left in her, yet the feral little beast bared her teeth and hissed, dark magic boiling weakly below her skin. That was when she heard the door opening, a shiver creeping up her spine as she realizes that there was more than one enemy in this place.

Yet despite her weakness she tried to take advantage of the distraction, bringing claw-like fingernails to bear on the man that she had been attempting to kill. If only she could get some blood, or inflict pain, just a little taste to help recover her strength.

Like every other effort though it was useless, hand easily trapped below the man's boot, and energy too drained to retaliate. There she lay, unable to do much more than hope that her death would at least be swift.

@warringpeace gets a starter for Aleera

@warringpeace liked for a holiday based thread

It was Christmas Eve and a few short hours after their wedding vows had been spoken.

The Edgington Christmas party had been three weeks prior when their arranged union had been professed to all in attendance with some happy for the arrangement while others lambasted it as a political reach for Russell Edgington to further his reach. Her own progeny had spoken of his displeasure in private, yet she had simply reminded him to remember his place and to place attention on his new wife rather than upon her and what she did with her life. 

Standing before her new husband in a sheer negligee at the edge of the bed, she felt a slight worry fall over her. No longer did she just belong to her maker and do as he asked, now she was a wife to another. The skies over Montana littered snow in large flecks upon the rolling lands that surrounded her new home while the gentle lowing of cattle could be heard in the distance. 

“I hope you like the negligee,” Isabelle said, words a coo as she moved to stand before him. The sheer fabric of her gown showed every curve, gifted him with the effect the Montana temperatures had upon her form, “I bought it just for tonight.”

@warringpeace|| starter for Julia Caesaris:

It wasn’t often they took prisoners, Spartacus usually only taking those who were brought to him much like Illythia had been many months ago. Though this one seemed to have a little more fight in her and that caused the rebel general to smirk, letting out a chuckle as he handed her then off to another to find a place for her to stay. He’d follow behind  in a moment, needing to explain why he’d decided to take her captive to those who helped with the war effort. Soon he walked into the dimly lit tent, lifting the cloth from her eyes.”You strayed too far from the road. A dangerous decision for someone like yourself.” 

Eleanor would never say no to an order of fine Italian ( with wine ) to taste. >u>

Eleanor: “I’m thirsty/hungry”

Antony: *runs into the room and begins to undress* “YOU CALLED?!”

It was just like every other year: with Cassia running inside and greeting her ‘grandfather’ by hugging him from behind. “Happy birthday, Grandfather!” She was careful not to hug him too tight, and she was quick to step back so that she could hand him her gift: the first edition of one of his favorite novels.

Vlad smiled and stopped in his tracks when he felt someone hug him from behind and turned around to see his granddaughter hide something behind her back, “Mulțumesc, dragostea mea,” He said before kissing the top of her head. "And what do you have there?"

@warringpeace​ // ✎ plotted starter

He’d been careful to only use Cole’s form, though the soul was long gone from the body they shared. Belthazor knew that they would immediately vanquish him, should he reveal himself or the truth. It was tricky, but he managed. Phoebe was to be his queen, the Hollow granting him the Source’s power, and the Charmed Ones unknowingly helping him. It was all coming to fruition, the demon couldn’t be more pleased. Still, there was a soft spot for the witch that had ensnared his human half, enchanted him for so long. He’d grown attached to her, the last real sign of Cole’s influence. And it was one he didn’t have to deny or fight when she was swayed to his side, marrying him and then being revealed the truth. 

As they stood before his seer, the ceremony complete, he turned his attention to Phoebe, his (Cole’s) face, one of curiosity. ❝ Do you still want me in this form? My queen. ❞ The human form’s face broke out into a smile at the last, glad that he could truly call her such, that she had taken the mantle for real and was bearing him a child to carry on their powerful legacy. And the child of the Source and a Charmed one would be one with powers like nothing ever seen before. As they had already seen from the havoc it wreaked within her womb already. And he’d revealed himself to her, he’d shown her the truth before bringing her down there. They were still wed, they were expecting a child, he didn’t see her turning away from him anytime soon.