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You Are The Wheel of Fortune


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Warm sands whisper to the wind...

This journal is on hiatus until further notice.

Tentatively trying to write for Ellen/Hathor again.

We all know how it works right? Pick a pairing, or name a character you want see or whatever. And I'll write a fic where they 'snuggle' and/or do whatever you request. And I make no promises on actually snuggling though? :D What?

Tonks - pinkhairedauror
Ellen / Hathor - mehet_weret
Dean Winchester - winchesterjerk
Karrin Murphy - notevendarkyet
Henriette - stolehispurse
Rhodey - humdrumveeAnd if you know one of my others ( Read more... )

And lovely is the distant sight of a falcon's flight across the sky.

( Where the fact that those who have knowledge are different from those who have power gets changed... )

Because she has to. After this.

Ellen had not even returned to her home the home she had shared, fully and of her free will with Heru in Monterey. She went to the first hotel that caught her eye, registered with a fake name and paid in cash she just wanted to get lost, invisibleThe first thing she did when she got to the room was text... Peter, or ( Read more... )

It had become a little easier, because of meeting Peter and Paul, talking with Ogma and Anpu. Just for the mere fact that she was no longer alone in this. (No, she did not mean to dump responsibility on to anybody - that was not the way of a queen. But she was not prepared to deal with what was transpiring, and with out Heru's council - and even if ( Read more... )