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dansnaturepictures · 8 months

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Eight of my favourite photos taken in August 2023 and month summary

The photos are of; Turnstone at Hill Head, Wall Brown at Shipton Bellinger, Double-striped Pug moth at home, Common Darter and Wasp Spider at Lakeside Country Park, clustered bellflower at Old Winchester Hill, mushroom at Millyford Bridge in the New Forest and view with great heather at Ibsley Common in the New Forest.

August was another exciting wild month for me, and for birds movement was the operative word. The beginnings of the autumn migration allowed me to pick up sweet year ticks in Pied Flycatcher and Whinchat, key birds of my year with Wheatear and Spotted Flycatcher enjoyed too. At the start of the month this created some memorable lunch time walks at Lakeside with Cormorant and Common Terns unusual birds there dropping in. Nuthatch and Kestrel were standout different birds to see there this month too. Linnet, Whitethroat, Sandwich Tern, House Martin, Great Crested Grebe, Peregrine, Buzzard, Kestrel and Sparrowhawk including at home were other standouts across this month.

For butterflies it was another exquisite month, with Red Admiral including in the garden, Speckled Wood, Small and Green-veined White, Meadow Brown and Gatekeeper dominating as another amazing Big Butterfly Count drew to a close. Resplendent Small Copper and cheery Small Heath re-emerged into the year well with Brown Argus seen well at Lakeside and some final Purple Hairstreaks there what a year I've had for them, and I had some amazing valuable chances to see again blockbuster species that have been some of the icing on the cake of my butterfly year such as Wall Brown, Brown Hairstreak, Silver-spotted Skipper, Chalkhill Blue and Adonis Blue.

The month rather belonged to moths and dragon and damselflies, with a strong surge in moth sightings combining new ones that it was fascinating to learn and ones I am familiar with day and night. The White-point, Double-striped Pug, a fair few Small Dusty Wave, Light Brown Apple moth, Morning-glory Plume, Common Nettle-tap, Common Crimson-and-gold Moth and a Mint moth that came in the garden were key species. This month was a deep delve into Common Darter with many varied ones seen especially at Lakeside and golden chances to enjoy them, with Southern Hawker and more so dazzling Migrant Hawker ones I enjoyed seeing many times real defining species of the time of year. Banded Demoiselle and a fair few Blue-tailed Damselfly as they re-emerged into the year were great to see too. Onto mammals and my first Fox of the year was a treat, with Fallow and Roe Deers as well as New Forest Pony enjoyed too and a Hedgehog at home. It was a great month of area of wildlife I'm less familiar with, headlined well by a moment of my year seeing that Wasp Spider at Lakeside. A Common Sun beetle in the garden and Fox moth caterpillars at Ibsley Common were good to see too. Crickets/grasshoppers including Long-winged Conehead and Roesel's bush cricket, bees, waps and hoverflies, other beetles and many mossy rose galls which fascinate me were other summertime delights.

It was of course an excellent showing of flowers this month, with autumn gentian, wild marjoram, wild basil, round-headed rampion, purple loosestrife, common toadflax, clustered bellflower, gypsywort, red bartsia, water mint, bird's-foot trefoil, devil's-bit scabious, eyebright, rosebay willowherb, lady's thumb, tormentil, yellow-horned poppy, mallow, thistles and the common and bell heather that painted the landscape purple on the wonderful New Forest walks we had key species seen. As the year turns a bit fruit captivated me this month from sloes to blackberries and more in between, and following all the wet conditions fungi thrived in many places I went with some great mushrooms seen. I took in some sensational local vistas in high summer which was a pleasure, and it was great to be outside so much. Have a good September all.

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theevilicecreamsoda · 1 year

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WHICH OTHER MFS DO YOU HAVE BESIDES THEO

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Pony

Brokenmind

Soda

Foamflighf

Mockinglie

Flower

Rattles

Wof

Russet

Krait

Lunar

Solar

Bubbles

Angelfish

Bettafish

Forestfire

Barbary

Coral

Larch

Fairy

Iri/Iridescent

Haze

Macaw

Garter

Judgement

Puff

Finch

Fox

Eco

Deer

Fir

Kite

Cordyceps

Cliff

Guppy

Snowbell

Silver Dust

Jay

Stellar

Whiptail

Blue Lunar

Buzz

Cosmos

Crimson

Croon

Snowy Owl

Birch

Honeypot

Jackdaw

Sparrowhawk

Goshawk

Grasshopper

Mosquito

Fizz

Leopard Seal

Timber

Tern

Green Bean

Parakeet

Mango

Sunshine

Inermis

Frazzle

Geyser

Reverie

Brokenmind

Shrike

Headworld

Neal

Bay

Ethan

Rodney

Francis

Charlotte

Lincoln

Purity

Bluss

Eli

Elijah

Guilt

Michael

Theo/Death

Theodore

Theodore Angel Form

Theo Dragon Form

Theo shapeshifter

Flower

Slyvester

Gabe

Lucky

Eco

Ally Cat

Moss

Ducky

Ath

Vix

Vengeance

Revenge

Avenge

Pat

Leon

Lucifer

Arthemis

Fitz

#AUGH #long post #there are probably more but they hide from me

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netsurai · 2 years

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ASSOCIATIONS .

repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character !!

ANIMAL: sparrowhawk. domestic cat. bell cricket. COLOR: black. crimson. purple. white. MONTH: june. RELATABLE SONG(s): RUN BOY RUN. WOODKID. THE WAR. SYML. NUMBER: two. DAY OR NIGHT: night. PLANT: cogongrass. amana edulis. SMELL: campfire. iron. ozone. SEASON: late spring: tsuyu. FOOD: omusubi. tsukemono. imoni. DRINK: shochu. mugicha. ELEMENT: aether.

TAGGED BY: @loveoaths / @thousandbirds TAGGING: @copycaat @kusatta @obscuredform @cloudruns @demonsecho @9fox @yinseal @redkrow @zokucho @lionxdog

#&. I RUN ROULETTE .#&. THE SMELL OF BLOOD ON THE FIRST FOUR KNUCKLES .#i was tagged in this a million years ago and posted it before i cleared my blog out for a soft reboot lmao #but i like it so i saved it!

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chxldeas-a · 4 years

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New-ish Character Tag Dump

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skiitter · 2 years

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This is 100% @theheavycrown's fault. And also a little bit @cuteasamuntin.

Ice, like a sharp sting, a violent and inescapable burn. Forever at her heels, it bites, he claws. The thunder of spectral hooves, the howl of the wolf in the night. The lick of static each time she hurtles herself through time and space. An endless pursuit, a game of cat and mouse, of Swallow and Sparrowhawk, spiraling out in a perpetual loop. She runs, he follows. Where she dares tread, he dares destroy.

Blood, all powerful and Elder. A key to an ancient gateway. A treasure buried bone deep beneath her ashen skin. He wants it, demands it, will and has killed for it. The possession of it consumes him, burns him from the inside out. An obsession wrought in death, draped in finery, frozen as the cold metal skeleton within which he lurks.

His world is dying, his people will be lost. There is no price he will not pay, no stone he will not crush. An ancestral gift weighs upon her like a noose, like a whisper, like a crown. She who would be Queen, of this world, of any world, of the perpetual and the lost. A dead sovereign faltered and failed to sew the seeds of their salvation. Eredin is not so weak willed, not so blind as to not behold the savage beauty of her. To the outside world, onlookers and future victims alike, its all violence, hatred, a vile means to a perfect end.

To him, it is the twisted root of who and what he has become. The shifts within him are heretical, unspeakable. Desires to be bled for, to be bed for. No, he stays the course. A heart is so useless a muscle when a fist works just as well. Possession is the endgame; he will have her and he will burn the world to see it through.

A childish fancy, something that should have been fleeting and ephemeral settles into her like a winter's chill. It takes hold, in the dark space just below her heart, not yet a feeling, not quite a decision. What would they say, any of them, were they to see? Geralt would love her no matter the sin, but what of her own morals? Can she live with this?

In the dark night, buried between the roots of trees that creak and wail, she thinks of him. He thinks of her. It's a feedback loop, where one is, the other shall surely follow. A general, a leader, King of the Wild Hunt, and yet it is she that dictates the chase. It is she that pulls, she that winds the barbed tether around the crass desires of him and rips.

Cursed Avallac'h. Traitorous fox, so clever, so silent. He'll skin him like a beast, wear the trophy of his corpse like a threat, like a promise. He killed a King to have her, he'll flay the fox, hang the wolf, end it all just to taste the secret running in her veins. A flighty bird, she darts and twists and all he can grasp is whispers of feathers, the heat of her as she rips the fabric of space and time in twain and slips between the severed stitches.

They meet, again and again, and it is a storm of ice and metal, crimson blood soaking into the battleground beneath them. He has her, for a second, for a heartbeat, for an aching, single moment, and she slips through his claws and vanishes into the night once more.

She who is has consumed him, mind and soul. What of his body, honed for violence though it may be. She whimpered at the thought of him being the one she would bed. Avallac'h took it for repulsion, but the careful ministrations of her fingers in places unseen speak to a different kind of fascination.

There is a crossroads, a nexus event. All at once they find themselves puppets to forces beyond, and to their base desires. A lull in the chase, a calm before the coming storm. He knows that in the end he will have her but his patience wore thin a lifetime ago. She whispers his name, only once, just barely, and the winds of fate carry it to him. He comes because he is a slave to her call.

Without armor, without army, without hunt, sword, and ice. Just an elf, just a woman, just a stolen series of missed opportunities that culminate in something unholy in its union beneath the old hemlock trees. She stands, proud and powerful in the pale starlight. What a queen she'd make. What a king he is.

"Yield, Zirael." It is a plea wrapped in the expectation of a demand.

"I cannot."

"For the people, you must."

"They are not my people." She has no people, a daughter of two kingdoms, a descendant of a third. So very many titles, so little to call her own. An adoptive father, a loving false mother. A chosen grandfather slain by the hands of his general.

"For me, then."

"Never."

The distance is too shallow between them, it's absence a testament to things unsaid.

"There is nowhere in any world that I will not raze for you. A hundred continents, a thousand kingdoms. A river of blood at my feet." His eyes glitter, a pale green to her emerald. "You belong to us, Child of the Elder Blood."

She's savage, a honed edge of silver in the trick of the light. "I will not surrender to you, Eredin. I will not be bled and bed like a mare for your power-hungry people, for your king. I belong to nothing, to no one. Not even myself."

"Do you forget? It is I," he steps forward, "who is king, Zirael."

A heaving chest, she's still so young, this human. Ciri holds herself taut. She is more than this. "I don't want the rough caress you threaten."

"Avallac'h is a liar, a thief, a traitor to his people, to his king, to me." He's been more beast than man to her for so long now, his careful anger shocks her. Surprises her. Fascinates her. "And yet you take him and his unworthy offerings. He'll use you, consume you, steal your precious blood and leave the empty shell of you to rot."

"So would you."

His laugh is--she cannot quantify it in words, in tangible description. It is the static that lingers with every shift through reality, it is the bite of a brutal, cold wind that whispers of violence and possession in her ear. It is familiar, it is foreign. It is something to steal, to hide away and let bloom inside the heart of her.

"I remember your face, Zirael, the first time you saw me. That wide-eyed look, that heavy heat. You cannot lie to me. There is nothing of you that remains unknown." The beast of his body, the wild heart of him, screams. It thrashes. It demands to be seen. "Give yourself to me so that I do not have to steal that which has always been mine."

"I'm not a tool to be wielded, Eredin. I will not stain myself with your endless hunger for conquering just to please you."

"Oh but you already have. It colors you, coats you, covers you." The cold of his skin as his finger trails along the scar of her cheek is cruel. "Let me in, Cirilla. You wish for it, in the dark, night after night. Your desire is a scent I cannot lose." His lips like a threat above her own. "I am consumed by you. Utterly. And I wish to even the battlefield."

For a single moment, just one perfect stolen heartbeat, she yields. His mouth is wanting, hot with desire and destruction. Ciri wants to melt beneath his possession of her, become nothing but skin to be touched within his arms.

The promise of her, of this carnal sin, it blinds him and, because she's spent her life surviving the covenant of him, Ciri knows she must use it. He doesn't hear the blade until it's too late and all at once, there is a needle's point digging into his ribs. His flesh unbroken, but only thus.

Despite it all, he grins. "See? You're stained."

Logic and moral obligation leave her like a waning tide. "Run away with me."

King of the Wild Hunt, harbinger of cold doom, falters. "What?"

"A thousand worlds, endless possibility. Come with me, let's leave this all behind. The war and the people. All of it." And because she's been his for far longer than she's been her own, "please."

"The kingdom," is all he can string together.

"We'll make another one." The blade digs, and it stings of hope. "We can be together. We will answer to no one. Just us, Eredin, only us."

It takes weeks for their absence to be properly noted. Geralt wakes one morning to a short letter, more apology than answer. Avallac'h wakes to nothing because his life was the cost Ciri paid for her request. Her lack of hesitation, that broken thread inside her, it sings to Eredin.

What was once an endless pursuit, an ugly and deadly chase, gives out to something violent in that carnal, beastly way. He'd burn it all down for the feel of her lithe hands skittering across his neck. There is nothing so sacred as this, so sacrificial, so concrete.

Ice, like silence, like the emptiness in their wake. It too is left behind, and they float like birds on an ceaseless, mystic breeze.

#Ciri x Eredin #literally how do i tag this #eredin breacc glas #Ciri #eredin #the witcher 3 #this is just 100% because of the Ciri/Eredin fanart on twitter #and because this ship deserves more fic #ciri/eredin #skitterfics

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boxofbonesfic · 3 years

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Bones Horror Recs

hello everyone! as your local queen of horror and monsterfucking, i’ve decided to make a handy-dandy list of all my favorite horror movies! i’m going to do my best to split these up into categories, but i’m bad at lists and i have adhd so we’ll see how well this goes. special recommendations are in bold! also this list will be updated as i think of more things to add.

Shows:

AMC’s Terror

Guillermo Del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities

Junji Ito’s Maniac: Japanese Tales of the Macabre

Stranger Things

The Haunting of Hill House

The Haunting of Bly Manor

Kingdom (Korean Zombie Period-Drama)

Midnight Mass

Films:

Sci-fi

The Thing (including the 2011 prequel which was good asf)

Alien (1-3, skip 4, and then I GUESS you can watch Prometheus and Covenant if you want, i actually quite liked Covenant)

Europa Report

Event Horizon

Underwater

Train to Busan

Seul Station

The Host

The Girl with all the Gifts

Raw

A Quiet Place

Pitch Black

Night of the Living Dead

Dawn of the Dead

Prey

Nope!

Supernatural

It Follows

Wer

Oculus

The Blair Witch Project

The Conjuring

Sinister

Insidious

Candyman

Grave Encounters

Doctor Sleep (if i could bold this sixty times over i would. watch this.)

The Taking of Deborah Logan

Gretel and Hansel

The VVitch

Midsommar

Hereditary

Get Out

Suspiria!

The Evil Dead (remake)

The Ritual

Crimson Peak

Cronos

The Devil’s Backbone

The Babadook

Hellraiser (1, 2 and the most recent remake)

It (remake 1 and 2)

Pet Sematary (remake)

Let the right one in (not the US remake)

A dark song (tw sexual assault)

Noroi: The Curse

Shadow of the Vampire

Dracula (the Coppola version)

Bliss

Ginger Snaps

Talk to Me

Late Night with the Devil

The Boogeyman (2023)

The Vigil (2019)

Baghead (2024)

Comedy

Psycho Goreman (please watch, for the love of god, you will not regret it)

Ready or Not

Shaun of the Dead

What We Do in the Shadows

Deadstream

Slasher (not big into slashers, but here are a few)

Netflix’s Fear Street Trilogy (holy balls this was good. Also feminist!!)

Funny Games

Nightmare on Elm Street

Halloween

Scream

Thriller

The Lodge

Parasite

Perfect Blue

12 Monkeys

Feminist

Hulu’s Pure

Netflix’s Sweetheart

Jennifer’s Body

Books and Comics/Graphic Novels:

Mexican Gothic - Sylvia Moreno-Garcia

The Only Good Indians - Stephen Graham Jones

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

Something is Killing the Children

Heart Shaped Box - Joe Hill

MAW

Nightmares and Dreamscapes - Stephen King

The Silver Coin

Everything’s Eventual - Stephen King

Stephen King’s Silver Bullet

The Strain - Guillermo Del Toro and Chuck Hogan

Nocturnes - John Connolly

Tomie

Hellstar Remina (literally anything by Junji Ito it’s a guarantee I’ll love)

The Newsflesh Series - Mira Grant

Batwoman: On Haunted Tides

Come Closer - Sara Gran

These Savage Shores

BLINK

The Girl with all the Gifts - M.R. Carey

Fellside M.R. Carey

Sandman

Sparrowhawk

Little Monsters

#horror #horror movies #horror reccs #bones horror recs

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purewhitewolf · 2 years

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Soul Forms

Someone's soul can be seen in various interpretations from animals, plants, colored orbs, to more abstract concepts. The same soul could be seen differently by different soul visions and spirit realities.

Kaitlyn

Large white orb with black core

Black *protective* cage with a tiny white light inside

Black imp with white and other colors around the heart

Black winged angel

Wolf (guardianship, freedom, instinct, and loyalty)

A garden of colorful roses and lilies... and one sunflower

Ice cream cake

Violin and xylophone (classy appearance and childish nature)

Jacob

White orb with tiny black spots

Tabby Cat / Red maned Lion (happy-go-lucky and courage)

A garden of daisies and nasturtiums (purity and strength)

American apple pie

A worn football

Guitar and trumpet (laid back attitude and authority)

Ranini

White orb with black lines

Eagle (determination and confidence, top achievers)

A garden of sage and purple iris (knowledge and wisdom)

computer code / futuristic machine

Noodles

Piano and flute

Aya

Small ball of pure light

A phoenix dove (peaceful nature and tendency to balance with others)

Golden winged Seraph

Black cat (risktaker and clever)

A garden of golden sunflowers and one blue rose

Spicy nachos and Caesar salad

Flute and triangle

Stithulf

Black orb (original human soul) with crimson fire leaking through (demon power absorbed)

Gigantic dark Falcon (power and evil intentions)

Twisted mangled black wolf

A garden of rot and mold

Broken piano

Wolfsbane

Gray soul orb

Sparrowhawk

Antlered wolf

Garden of wolfsbane and other pretty poisons

Koto

Maxwell

White orb with red fiery lines

Black maned lion (great strength and courage)

Rabbit (timid nature)

A garden of daisies and roses

drums

Amania

White soul orb with hidden grey spots

Swan (Romance, love of a mother, and loyalty)

Deer (tender and spiritual)

A garden of lilies

harp

#souls #purewhitewolf #kaitlyn #jacob #ranini #stithulf maxwell #maxwell #amania maxwell #wolfsbane ylva

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ladysunbite · 3 years

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@fallesto || continued from x The disease was just a cloak and the old man had shed it as easily. The legs bore his wiry frame well and the weapon was steady in his hand. Orianna had no doubts that Sparrowhawk had a keen eye for such details. What the red-haired Jarl's daughter had probably missed, beneath the mire, blood and recent tears on Eric's cheeks was...insanity. His bloodflow was unsteady, ruptured like a boat cracked by a vile storm. A mere plaything to something stronger than itself. A poison? the scent was annoyingly familiar, yet she couldn't put her claw on it. The dagger worried her but slightly; it would require a very full swing of a heavier weapon to send her into an oblivion of regeneration. A wound - even to a throat, was but a nuisance. But a seasoned warrior seeing her skin sewing itself into perfection in a matter of seven-breaths or so would be a problem. Killing Cerys an Craite seemed both desperate, unpolite and messy. She would rather not do it. Therefore, instead of striking, she stood and listened, trying to look as meek as a lamb. "Fight you?" Eric shrieked, and she squinted. The sound was unpleasant. Ragged. Hysterical at most. The buzz of it seemed to hazen and confuse her thoughts. She had almost raised her hand to cover her eyes, as was her habit when tired. "I care nothing for glory of battles...unless it's a battle with death. You..." the anger and madness seemed to sip from his voice as quickly as they gripped it. "...you wouldn't understand." As if there wasn't a warrior standing at the threshold, as if the crime wasn't fresh on his hands - all that spilled blood shierking, screaming - Eric spoke, clear and without any heed for secrecy. Now it was only for her. "I would die, if not for your benevolence long ago. You...you saved me from death. Taught me how to survive. No matter what or where. Lady Orianna, you would understand what I have to do. You always told us that the world isn't inherently cruel. It is merely perfecting itself. That's why we should learn as much as we can. I am doing only what the world intended. You would understand. I tried to drink the blood of the children, a little at first, like you...I tried to be careful and kind, but it didn't..." The rest was but an incoherent whisper of the waves to her ears, drowned under one realization. At last she had recognized what was the scent that irked her so. The knife, the blade meant nothing. It was the handle. Sharpened by a hand that bore a clear intention. Dimeritium! By the Elder...how? The handle was inside her heart, pinning her to the rough wooden wall like an intricate otherworldly butterfly, the crimson tresses covering her beastial face, that under an acute pain knew no more restrain. She couldn't even turn back into a human form. Couldn't shift into a mist. All that her body instinctively managed, before being imprisoned by the only material of this world that could contain a higher vampire, was to let out the claws. Trashing and enraged into a stupor of a fury by the pain she tried to impale the enemy in front of her. "I...I need your blood, lady Orianna. It's the only cure against death. All your blood. Forgive me, forgive me, my lady," the human trembled and muttered some words. But nothing held a meaning to her now except a wine of wrath, that her broken body craved. Get...it...OUT! Blood... Blood...will banish...the pain. Keep her head clear... The suneyed vampiress gave out a sharp wail that echoed inside the very marrow of lesser beings, awakening the oldest feeling. Fear. A desire to fled. A desire survive, that appeared before the language or logic did.

#lullaby of woe (ladysunbite rp answers)#fallesto

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magma-cjay · 3 years

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“What are those?” asked Bruno, pointing towards the horizon as he and Risotto sat together on the beach. Risotto squinted into the glare of the morning sun and his dark eyes suddenly widened in terror.

Three small pinpricks hovering in the sky were coming ever closer, headed toward their direction. Risotto at first supposed they must be seagulls, until he realized they were far too big. They were without a doubt three harpies, none of them Bruno’s flock, and as he tried to take a closer look Risotto caught a close glimpse of one of them, brandishing a rusted shovel.

He’d seen this one before, and he knew they were up to no good.

“BRUNO, WATCH OUT!” Risotto cried, as Bruno managed to dodge a swing of Luca’s shovel as the attacker swooped down from the sky. Having missed his mark, he circled around and back again, flanked by Zucchero and Sale on either side.

“GET AWAY, BRUNO! I’ll hold them off!” shouted Risotto, as he plunged into the waves. Bruno nodded and promptly fled: his wing was not fully healed, but he was swift on his feet and managed a lopsided, pained glide over to the ledge where the nest tree stood.

“After him!” screeched Luca, as he and the other two swept over the waves in pursuit of their wounded quarry. But Sale made a grave mistake: he flew too low and close to the water, and at once Risotto jumped him from below like a breaching killer whale, grabbing him by both ankles and dragging him into the water.

Meanwhile Bruno managed to make it back to the nest tree, where the others had been alerted of the commotion. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Abbacchio asked, dropping down from the tree and glancing seaward.

“Diavolo’s goons,” huffed Bruno. “They’re here. They’re attacking Risotto! We need to help him or he’ll be killed!”

In the shallows Sale and Risotto grappled in the waves, Risotto having the upper hand in the water but Sale putting up a fierce fight. “I won’t let you hurt him!” Risotto snarled at the spear-wielding harpy. “I’ll even kill you if I have to!”

A taloned foot slashed across Risotto’s face and his grip loosened for a moment, allowing Sale to slip from his grasp. Shaking the water from his wings, he flapped clumsily to shore, while Risotto, trailing a scarlet streak in the sea from the claw marks on his face, pursued him onto land: a dangerous premise, as he lacked the advantage of legs and wings – but he was not simply going to let Bruno come to harm.

Sale sneered at the merman’s persistence. “You’re still coming for me, fish boy? Look at you,” he gestured to Risotto, who was crawling up the beach, glaring angrily at him through his bleeding face.. “A helpless fish out of water, desperate to save his precious little lover?” he cackled.

In the meantime, the rest of the flock, in full defense, were preoccupied keeping Luca and Zucchero from capturing Bruno. Abbacchio clashed with Luca midair, brandishing a shovel of his own that he kept around for gardening, while Narancia and Mista flew circles around Zucchero, taunting him into a fury. Narancia smirked mischievously at Mista. “I knew they’d be coming!” he chirped. “And I’ve made them a little surprise! Come on Mista, follow me!”

The two swooped away and ducked toward the dense forest, which aggravated the already irate Zucchero even more. “Come back here, you cowards!” he shrieked, angrily swinging his blade as he swooped after Narancia and Mista. He darted through the trees, closing in on Narancia like a sparrowhawk after its prey, and readied his blade…

“Mista, NOW!” Narancia called. At once a net dropped from an overhanging branch and Zucchero, in his fit of fury, blundered right into the trap, struggling vainly to free himself like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

Mista jumped off the branch and fluttered over to Narancia’s side to admire their handiwork. “I can’t believe that worked!” he huffed. “Good thing sugar-boy here was too pissed off to notice!”

In the commotion Bruno managed to make it to the ledge overlooking the sea, to check on Risotto. He gasped in terror as he saw Risotto, struggling on the beach and his face covered in blood, while Sale taunted him, jabbing him with the butt end of his spear and leaping away mockingly each time he lunged at him. “Risotto, no!” he choked helplessly, reaching out his hand in a vain gesture of desperation.

“Goodnight, little merman,” Sale sneered, raising his spear which he pointed threateningly at Risotto’s throat. “We’re having fish tonight…”

Suddenly from seemingly nowhere, an arrow came whizzing through the air and struck Sale in the left shoulder, who cried out in pain and surprise and stumbled back, dropping his spear. Risotto, Bruno and even Luca turned their heads in surprise toward where the arrow had come from.

A harpy girl, with wings in shades of pink and black, perched on a branch overhanging the coast, clutching a bow. Luca’s eyes widened in surprised recognition as he caught a glimpse of the familiar pink hair. “The Crimson King’s daughter? It..it can’t be!”

Abbacchio took advantage of his opponent’s distracted state and promptly whacked Luca across the face with his shovel, who dropped out of the sky in a daze but managed to catch himself into a wobbly glide before he hit the water.

“Retreat!” squealed Luca. “ Retreat! We gotta get out of here before we get killed!”

Sale dodged a second arrow from the harpy girl with a shriek and complied, flying lopsidedly off to Luca’s side with the arrow still stuck in his shoulder. Taking one last hateful glance at Risotto, who lay bleeding in the sand, he swooped up to join Luca in fleeing the scene.

The two attackers, bruised and battered from the surprising resistance, soon faded into specks into the distance as Bruno rushed over to Risotto’s side, crying. “Riz, speak to me!” he hollered, cradling the merman’s head in his arms.

“I need water…” Risotto gasped. Bruno reached into his satchel for a flask, which he emptied over Risotto’s face and gills, clearing away the blood and revealing the three sharp gashes Sale’s claws had inflicted. “Those look pretty nasty,” Giorno moaned, as he stepped over to Bruno and Risotto’s side. “Though it’s nothing my healing salves can’t fix, though it’ll leave a few scars.”

“What’s a few more scars to the many I already have?” mumbled Risotto, with a hint of pride.

“Is everyone alright?” asked a feminine voice, and all heads turned toward the speaker. It was the same harpy girl who had saved Risotto earlier, placing her bow at her back as she approached.

“You…” Abbacchio hissed. “You’re– You’re Diavolo’s daughter! What do you want? Why did you help us?

"Because I’m not a monster like my father!” she cried angrily, plain from her tone that Abbacchio had touched a raw nerve for her. She sighed and managed to regain her composure. “My name’s Trish. I’ve heard you were in a spot of trouble, after hearing that Diavolo–” She paused for a moment, as if to get the bad taste of her father’s name out of her mouth, “–had wounded the leader of your flock…I knew it was only a matter of time before he sent his thugs to finish the job.” She glanced over to Risotto. “How’s the merman? He seems badly hurt. Don’t be scared,” she said with surprising gentleness. “I’m a friend.”

“You…you don’t hate me for being a merman?” Risotto asked. Trish just sighed sadly.

“Our races could have lived in peace, but my father was a madman,” Trish lamented. “I was but a young fledgeling when he cast me into the sea to drown, after I refused to become a heir to his tyrannical throne. Fortunately, a mermaid saved me, hid me from him and took me as her child, who loved me like her own, cared for me in hiding, taught me that our kind needed not be enemies. Her name was Donatella…and she was the only mother I had ever known.”

Trish began to weep as she recounted her tale. “And of course my father condemned her to the cruelest death for a mer, for the crime of saving my life. He left her to die without water atop a mountain, a slow and painful end, while I, forced into hiding, was helpless to save her.”

“He did that to your mother?” Bruno whispered sympathetically. “He did the same to Risotto too, but I managed to rescue him,” he explained.

She glanced to Risotto with a pitying look. “You were…another victim of his ruthless torment, huh? I’m glad that unlike my mother, you were lucky to have someone to save your life.” She wept away her tears and grabbed her bow firmly.

“My father has already brought enough suffering to us all.” she said with vengeful determination in her voice. “And I will end his bloody reign by my own hand if I must.”

Meanwhile, back at the stone pillars, Sale and Luca alighted next to where Diavolo stood, trembling in fear at having failed their king. "Well, well, well, judging by that arrow in your shoulder, your mission didn’t go very well, did it, Sale?“ Diavolo hummed in disappointment.

"It wasn’t our fault!” Sale whimpered fearfully. “It was her! She’s in league with Bucciarati and the fish men! It was…your daughter, my lord!” He held out a pink feather that had fallen from Trish’s wings as proof.

Diavolo glanced at the feather and hummed thoughtfully. “Ah, so the prodigal child has returned. It matters not if she is my blood– if she dares stand in my way, she shall perish with the rest of them…”

“My lord, they have captured Zucchero!” Luca interrupted. “They’ll interrogate him to know our whereabouts, I don’t trust that cowardly chicken to shut his mouth.”

“Excellent,” cackled Diavolo. “He’ll lead them right into a trap, and I’ll be waiting! As for you two: don’t you dare show your faces to me again until you’re fit and ready to fight! Otherwise, you are no use to me. NOW LEAVE!!” he yelled with sudden rage, frightening his henchmen into flight.

Back at the forest near the nest tree, Narancia, Mista and Fugo stood around Zucchero, still trussed up where he had been caught.

“You’ll never make me talk!” he squawked as he struggled in his binds. “NEVER!”

“Oh, really?” replied Mista with a mischievous grin, as he glanced at Narancia and Fugo. “We’ve got our own ways of interrogation, don’t you worry…”

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Zucchero growled and struggled in his grip whilst Narancia grinned from ear to ear. Oh it's show time baby! He goes off to grab something and Zucchero squawks.

"Hey! The hell are you doing!?" "Getting shit for the interrogation dumbass!" Narancia blows him a raspberry and sugar-boy gasps and furrows his brows. "Disrespectful little shit!" He calls out, but Narancias already left. Leaving him, Fugo and Mista alone.

"yknow for one of the Crimson Kings workers, you suuure are shit at your job" Mista teases

"Shut up! You stupid kids just got me at a bad time! If it weren't for this shitty net I'd of ripped you all apart!" He huffs and struggles further into the bonds. "Reaally? Well if you knew how to cut anything you probably could've gotten out of there ages ago!" Mista snorts and laughs at the fallen harpy, Fugo rolling his eyes and frowning lightly, "don't give him ideas you idiot!" He slaps his arm lightly and Mista scoffs. "Oh please, he's too dumb to even know where to start. Narancia will be back with what we need in aaaaany second now"

"IM BAAAACK!" Narancia cheers, holding a few very obscure items. Only making Zucchero worry; what are these three devilish kids planning to make him to talk?

#Oh wow hello that was big #very good read ty #merharpyau #submission

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veinereastath · 3 years

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WIP Sunday

Thank you for tagging me, @fadedjacket! <3 Tagging @starsandskies @red-nightskies @minilev @xbaebsae @spicevalleys @mackie-hattwie and @pd3 :> No art WIPs because I hate everything I do lately, so have some Witcher writing instead~ Long story short, Rhan, at this points aged 27, an ultimate dumbass, got captured by Eredin and managed to escape Tir na Lia after being prisoned there for five months. I added some non-canon faction, Fugitives, who are basically Aen Elle elves either banished from Tir na Lia, or simply those who escaped for various reasons, mostly from death sentences, and they helped her to hide. Which worked.

... For two days, because I love torturing my OCs. :) […] As soon as Annaya turned around, Rhan heard the sound of horse hooves tapping on a stone becoming louder. “There is no time for planning, human girl.” the leader of Fugitives spoke, then chuckled. “’His Majesty’ is already here. Stay where you are and when things go wrong, and they will, run as far as legs will be able to carry you.” Rhan exhaled and made two steps back, looking around. Eredin didn’t come alone; Dearg Ruadhri – at least three dozens of them - surrounded the remnants of crumbled, small city, the last resort of those banished from Tir na Lia. Fugitives. Murderers. Thieves. Ironically, they were her only hope to come back to her world. It’s not like she was that much different from them, in the long run. Huge black-bay stallion slipped out from behind the wall. Eredin stopped his horse abruptly in front of Annaya standing in the middle of the road; he jerked the reins so violently that his mount tossed its head, then huffed like a furious bull. Rhan expected to see some kind of unbridled fury in those unmistikable green eyes, flashing with a hue so vibrant that they reminded her of basilisk venom; but Eredin didn’t seem to be furious – not at all, actually. Something in his sharp featured face seemed off. Like he was actually expecting, hoping for this to happen. At this moment, as if hearing her thoughts, Annaya shot Rhan a quick look with a sad smile. I told you he would, girl. “Out of my way, woman.” He spoke to the Fugitive in ellylon, only to meet her cold stare; Annaya was looking at him with arrogance that was so, so typical for Aen Elle. Rhan suddenly felt incredibly small; even smaller than usual. Most of all, it was because she was surrounded by the Wild Hunt, and there were only twenty Fugitives in total – there was no way they could win in an open confrontation. And then she understood. Eredin wanted her to run away, pulling the strings in a way that would lead her to this place; he would be able to get rid of the Fugitives, since now he knew where they were, and at the same time had a leverage for a conversation that was to come - because at this point, it was Rhan who broke the deal; not him. Great. And I have no magic with me, Rhan thought bitterly, looking at the damn bracelet that was stopping her from using her power. And, of course, they’re using this dialect I barely understand.

“Why would I?” Annaya’s defiance vibrated in her voice, and Eredin’s horse once again tossed its head, noticing its rider’s irritation. “We’re outlawed. Either by you, or Auberon. So, technically speaking, you’re not my king, and neither was your predecessor. Not anymore.” Eredin remained calm, surprisingly; he raised his chin, looking at the woman from above with clear disgust. He remained silent for a long while – like he was giving Annaya the chance to back off and change her mind. But she didn’t; she was way too proud. Raven haired elf slowly drew his sword, took a moment to look at it and admire it, then chuckled. “Well, that was to be expected. But it’s your choice, fool. Your choice, and your mistake.” He raised his head once again, and this time looked straight at Rhan – pointing the end of his sword at her. She was extremely stressed – having no idea what was the conversation actually about, being able to decipher only few meaningless words, and now seeing her captor in this extremely bad predicament. “Slaughter them all.” Eredin commanded, not breaking eye contact with the girl. “But leave this one to me.” Annaya turned around and drew her own sword; her piercing, grey eyes locked with Rhan’s, who up to this point had no idea what was happening. “He wants you alive. Get out of here. Now.” That was enough to make her blood run cold; and in the same moment, Dearg Ruadhri swarmed the Fugitives, who immediately started to fight back. Rhan wanted to help them, but there was simply no time - especially when she noticed Eredin's horse neighing widly, then galloping straight at her, brutally pushing the Fugitives’ leader aside. King of the Alders held sword in his right hand, while the left one was preparing to catch Rhan’s hair, in the same way sparrowhawk’s claws were capturing its prey. For the shortest of seconds, she noticed how otherworldly majestic the elf looked, with the crimson cape flowing behind him. It lasted only a one heartbeat before adrenaline kicked in and she jumped into the alley on her right, feeling Eredin’s fingers brushing against her hair, missing their target by just a few inches. [...]

#translating is pain #so sorry for any mistakes #English is very mucho hard languago #tag game #my writing #Rhan an Undvik #Rhan x Eredin

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heenbeans · 4 years

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Ann Ang; Koel calls

Where do birds go when they die? Do they rain down buildings in flights of echoes, in ambulance sirens, or pass like trains?

Does a flower-pecker become a whistling-kettle?

Is this why you hear parroting in lifts, grunt at the bark of an owl, or breath holding an evening full of windowed estates with house-swifts drawing down blinds behind wind chimes, stirred by crimson-eyed starlings among berried palms?

Tell me, have you ever seen a dead bird? Are they, like us, mindful when they die? Do they sing, as we grieve, incomprehensibly? Is flight to them like our faith in ourselves, so mundane that we forget to read auguries in sparrowhawks, or wonder how a body may fall through the same height that lends us a view of stairwells, service balconies, water-tanks, hills?

Do they, unlike us, migrate without assuming differences, so that a koel calls before daybreak to question a sunrise elsewhere? Do we put a name to plumage and whistling-rite, only to undress our ears and eyes? Do we live? Can they die?

#Ann Ang #poetry #sglit

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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I do not know if this is an request or not, but...here I go: Can you say your favorite and less favorite member of the Squadra and the Gang and why and assign an age, a sign, a bird and a flower to the members of two groups?

Hi there! Sorry, but I accept requests just for one group at time, so I pick the first one you asked and go with it!

From top to least (there’s not a huge difference between one and another… hell, I’d put them all on first place, if I could).

Also, signs are based on the month I headcanon as their birth month, since I know nothing about zodiac ans similar.

1. Risotto Nero

His character has such a lot of potential. He’s the leader of an elite team, so he has to be worth of this title -so, in my opinion (and I think general) he has to be charismatic, smart, careful, plan every move: just so you can survive in a world as mafia in such a high position- and his stand is spectacular. It’s cute and can kill you in a second. Perfect. 10/10. Even if I disliked a bit King Crimson vs Metallica… for the nerf applied on Risotto. Like, c’mon. He would have won.

Age (VA time): canonically 28 and I’m fine with that

Sign: Sagittarius

Bird: Snowy Owl

Flower: Night Rose

2. Illuso

I know, I know, it can seem odd. But I just love this character so much?? I think his stand is freaking awesome -a world where you’re virtually untouchable and where you can let ender who you want? Heaven-; he’s smart and knows a lot of things -indeed I headcanon him as, let’s say, disputed between the Squadra Esecuzioni and the Squadra Informazioni-; without his informations the team couldn’t do so much.

Age (VA time): 26

Sign: Scorpio

Bird: Indian Blackbird

Flower: Bouganville

3. Formaggio

Aaand yes, Formaggio takes the third place! He’s such a little shit, how can he not be loved! I loved his sassy attitude and the smartness he showed during the fight with Narancia and frankly I think that Little Feet is cool? It can be useful for battles -if used with smartness-, for murders -who’ll ever suspect about you when a damn car exploded from someone’s stomach? No one- and also for mundane things! Little Feet is a win-win! Plus, how cute is shrinked Formaggio?

Age (VA time): 26

Sign: Gemini

Bird: Eurasian Pygmy Owl

Flower: Buttercup

4. Melone

Again, another character with a great, great potential. Putting aside his creepy attitude -which, anyway, I find interesting-, I appreciate his dynamic with Ghiaccio, the sincere curiosity he has also using his stand -and I’ve already exposed something about it in a post about him and Cioccolata-. I don’t find Babyface repulsive: more than anything else, I’m curious to know more about it and what lead Melone to develop such a stand.

Age (VA time): 25

Sign: Aquarius

Bird: Swan

Flower: Pansy

5. Prosciutto

I loved how he used his stand power even on himself to accomplish the mission. Prosciutto is what can be said a “real” mafia man: to accomplish his mission he’s ready to do everything he needs and, when the time comes, he acts without hesitation. I like also his relationship with Pesci -even if he’s harsh (and this may not be the best approach to encourage Pesci) he really cares about him, about his little brother-.

Age (VA time): 23

Sign: Virgo

Bird: Peacock

Flower: Lily

6. Pesci

I have to admit it, in the beginning Pesci didn’t shine as character who could pick my interest. But then, oh… when Prosciutto was half dead and the determination flowed in him, well, here Pesci surprised me. I loved so much that change!! And I learnt to appreciate also his meek and even “fearful” side. Plus, Beach Boy is a powerful stand! I wish we could have seen more about it.

Age (VA time): 21

Sign: Libra

Bird: Seagull

Flower: Sunflower

7. Ghiaccio

Last position just ‘cause I don’t like people who scream. Gomen, Ghiaccio! Even if White Album is interesting as hell -and in my opinion, aside his only weak spot, one of the most powerful stands in all part 5-, I think it wasn’t enough. More White Album!! More Ghiaccio!! Why is he always so angry? What caused those anger issues? We need to know mooooar!

Age (VA time): 24

Sign: Cancer

Bird: sparrowhawk

Flower: Edelweiss

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #rank hcs #short hcs #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

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shouga-nai · 5 years

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY: The dash TAGGING: @scion-dragon, @peaceful-omnic, @goldwingedwitch, @highnoon-cowboy @newsouthgun, @ampitup-frogboy, @cauchemararaignee, @fragmented-desire and anyone else who’s interested!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Valor.

002. Zeal.

003. Impulsiveness.

004. Compassion.

005. Quietude.

GREETINGS:

001. A brief and casual two-finger salute.

002. Warrior’s salute; formal -- Straight and upright posture, both hands put together with two fingers up and head tilted downwards slightly.

003. A light-hearted ‘Yo!’

COLORS:

001. All shades of green.

002. Medium grey.

003. Orange.

004. Brown.

005. Crimson.

SCENTS:

001. Cherry blossoms.

002. Incense.

003. Piping hot bowl of ramen.

004. Fresh pine and cool mountain air.

CLOTHING:

001. Traditional kendo gi with ripped sleeves and matching hakama.

002. Casual; muscle fit T-shirt, letterman jacket, and jogger pants.

003. Scarf, headband, fingerless gloves.

004. Baggy hoodie.

OBJECTS:

001. Sparrowhawk feather.

002. Swords and shurikens.

003. Meditation incense sticks and burner.

004. Green hair dye.

005. A picture of him and his brother in their younger days, now kept in his room at the Nepal monastery.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. Impulsiveness.

002. Stubbornness.

003. Impatience.

004. Anxiety.

005. Selfishness.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Crouched stance, right arm held up at chest level while left hand rests on the hilt of his wakizashi. Battle ready.

002. A hand outstretched for a taunting and challenging gesture, a.k.a ‘Come at me, bro.’

003. Arms crossed over his chest, upright posture with head held high. Confident.

004. Arms crossed over chest, shoulders hunched with a wandering gaze. Defensive.

005. Deep gaze, maintaining eye contact. Perhaps a gentle touch, depending on the situation. Earnest, curious, caring, longing etc.

AESTHETICS:

001. First sign of Spring.

002. The sound of a sword unsheathing.

003. A bird taking flight.

004. The adrenaline rush in the midst of battle.

005. The sound and feel of the wind; either refreshing and cool, or soothing and warm.

SONGS OR PIECES:

001. ‘Don’t Wanna Be’ by The Score

002. ‘Numb’ by Linkin Park

003. ‘Gasoline’ by Halsey

004. ‘Ricochet’ by Starset

005. ‘I Will Rise’ by Jason Gray

#the ninja. the cyborg. the brother || dossier #this was fun #also do let me know if you'd rather not be tagged in these things #i'm just very curious ;u;

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ayuminemoto · 6 years

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Haitaka no Psychedelica - Hugh Walkthrough

Original title: 灰鷹のサイケデリカ ~Snowdrop and Via-Kaleido stories for children~ Alternative Title: Psychedelica of the AA-Nisus, Psychedelica of the ash-grey hawk North American Title: Psychedelica of the Ashen Hawk Platform: PS Vita Language: Japanese, English

Hugh

CV: Namikawa Daisuke

The ‘mysterious traveler’, as he refers to himself, often appears out of nowhere to help Jed in her most dire times. He is interested in the heroine’s decision, but what is he truly after?

You must complete ALL character endings before this route is unlocked.

Chapter 1:6

Church Map ( 教会) Continue to main story Chapter 1:6 ( 一章*６)

Chapter 2:1

Church Map ( 教会) The Rabbit (ウサギ)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Go to the Antique Shop (骨董屋) Purchase the Crimson Mask (暗紅の仮面購入) Purchase the Ultramarine Mask (群青の仮面購入) Purchase the Picture Bool (ある絵本購入)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Young Man (青年)

Tower Map (塔) Jed (ジェド)

West Alleyway Map ( 西の路地 ) Continue to main story Chapter 2 (二章*２)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Young Man (青年) Wolg’s Mansion Map (狼の屋敷) Jed (ジェド) Plaza Square Map ( 広場) The Rabbit (ウサギ) Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Female Jed Stranger (見知らぬ人) Plaza Square Map ( 広場) Continue to main story Chapter 2:6 (二章*６)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Young Man (青年) Tower Map (塔) Jed (ジェド) West Alleyway Map ( 西の路地 ) The Rabbit (ウサギ) Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Female Jed Stranger (Continue) (続・見知らぬ人) Continue to main story Chapter 2:8 (二章*８)

Tower Map (塔) Continue to main story Chapter 2:10 (二章*１０)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Young Man (青年) Plaza Square Map ( 広場) Jed (ジェド) Forest of Deep Snow Map (深雪の森) The Rabbit (ウサギ) Tower Map (塔) Continue to main story Chapter 2:11 (二章*１１)

Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Young Man (青年) Plaza Square Map ( 広場) Jed (ジェド) Church Map ( 教会) The Rabbit (ウサギ) Bar Map ( 酒場 ) Go to Antique shop (骨董屋) Purchase the Dark Purple Mask (濃紫の仮面購入) Tower Map (塔) Continue to main story Chapter 2:12 (二章*１２)

Chapter 3

Maybe gentler than before (前より優しいかも)

--- Save --- Go down to the Bar (酒場へ降りる) Note: Reload the save file and choose the other option if you want to Platinum the game.

end-Traveler

Note 2: The credits will roll. end-Links

Note ３: And if you decided to do A Girl ending last (as I suggested), please go back to Lavan’s walkthrough.

Note ４: In the Flowchart, load the Interlude (between Chapter 5 and 6) and watch the rest of the stories. If I remember correct (aka. memory from 2 years ago), if you finish all the interlude episodes (which are unlocked by purchasing items from the Antique shop as well), the last episode, the “Ash-Accipiter nisus” will show up. You will need this to unlock the Platinum trophy.

Note 5: If you haven’t platinum the game yet, this would be the last choice that was missing. In the flowchart, select Map*8 (the map after Chapter 9:6) and do the following: Plaza Square Map ( 広場) Female Jed Go to the Plaza Square Map (広場) Don’t say such a thing (そんなことを言ってはいけない)

Congrats! You have now completed Psychedelica of the Ashen Hawk/Haitaka no Psychedelica.

And in case you are wondering about the name of the game:

灰鷹 = lit. means grey hawk/eagle (NA: Ashen Hawk) however in this context is it a sparrowhawk because the ‘A-nisus’ refers to it’s scientific name of Accipiter nisus specifically the Eurasian sparrowhawk. The first ‘A’ refers to the grey color, Ash, so the full game name is actually ‘Psychedelicia of the Ash-Accipiter Nisus’. Wiki

#Haitaka no Psychedelica #psychedelica of the aa nisus #psychedelica of the ashen hawk #psychedelicart #ashen hawk #PS Vita #psvita #aksys #aksys games #otome #otome game #Idea Factory #hugh #Ash

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