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themotherofblood · 1 year

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Hey dear! I saw that you are accepting requests and would like to know if I can get an imagine nsfw with Daemon x poc fem! reader (may be Dornish) who was a dancer before marrying him, but she still has the activity as a hobby and one night when she misses dinner, worried Daem goes after her and finds her dancing, please?( feel free to ignore and sorry for my english)

I absolutely love this ask, however there will only be a small implementation of culture.

ghugroo~ an anklet made of gold bells and a red cloth, worn to dance classical south Asian styles.

masterlist | Part 2

smut, softie daemon (oral f) voyuerism-ish, tw: mentions of prostitution, purity culture and Otto Hightower

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader

The floor of the Mirrored Place was cold under your bare feet, the entire palace was dim; other than a few candles that reflected light from one mirror to the other. Leaving the barren hall with a warm glow. There used to be much light in this hall before; when your mother and you danced. The entire Dornish court would gather to enjoy in the art your had inherited from her.

She was a Lysenese courtesan, thought to please men with her dancing from a young age. Her will to dance was different, not because it earned her a coin but she found solace in the sound of the music playing for her body to move on her own terms.

You were raised within the group of these courtesans, a sister hood that protected you at all costs. The reason you learned to dance was for the sheer entertainment of the other sisters, and an unshaken will to mirror everything your mother did. However everyone of them knew your fate since the day you learned to walk, you too would inherit the title of court dancer at the ripe age of five and ten. They protected you still, keeping you hidden in the back of the numbers performed.

Then came along Qoren Martell, on his many ventured to Essos and a budding relationship with the Triarchy, he had found your mother dancing for the Lys court; he had eyes for her and only her after that. The deal may have not been affluential and yet he returned home with your mother and a sister for his daughter Aliandra.

The court at Sunspear was different, mother only danced for familial festivals and taught various girls at court to dance for her joy. No one quite picked it up like you did. Qoren had an entire place made for her, the interior made completely of mirrors for her to dance in.

She passed ten summers before.

You danced for her memory, not on familial events or as a courtesan, Qoren would have anyone’s head if they even mentioned the possibility to you, as far as he cared you were his daughter. Blood or not. You danced in the secrecy of this abandoned palace, alone where only the walls could hear the jangles of your mother’s given ghungroos

That brought you today, and what ails your troubles.

Your marriage to prince Daemon Targaryen wasn’t one of secret, Daemon was sent as envoy from King’s Landing, hoping to settle the issue in the Stepstones. Again, the deal wasn’t particularly affluential, yet the Targaryen prince gained a wife. You.

It was a quaint Valyrian traditional wedding, one with your approval.

You’d fallen for the prince, and what was Qoren to do? Tell his beloved flower no? No she couldn’t have the dragon prince that wanted her just as much.

A royal wedding without the approval of king or his court was a dangerous affair, hence both you and Daemon remained at Old Palce, awaiting news. Whether you’d be presented or court or if Daemon was to whisk you away on his dragon to Pentos.

Daemon only grunted and groaned when you asked who would oppose what the dragon prince wanted

“Otto Hightower.”

Daemon’s words came true like a dying wish, a raven did indeed arrive from king’s landing that Qoren showed you first.

Vile words were used against you, as the king’s hand gathered information of your parentage and the two years you had worked as a court dancer with your mother.

Not that they were lies; you were a bastard, not even a Sand. Yet Qoren had fought tooth and nail to title you and your mother as princesses. Moreover they questioned your purity and how it would muddle the pure Targaryen blood Daemon seems to possess, concerns of what influence I might impose on his daughter by his late lady wife Laena. You grimaced at the thought of even teaching those young girls what the court at king’s landing insinuated. They weren’t wrong in their concerns, and here you hadn’t even told him you danced let alone that you were a courtesan.

Qoren believed that if he could have wed your mother while begin the head of the Martell family, what is a mere second son who cannot accept the apple of Qoren’s eyes. You had left the matter at that, hoping to just let it drown behind your thoughts.

Daemon wouldn’t shun you for this…would he?

The family had gathered for supper, rather large sum of Sand sisters and Aliandra along with your husband and your step daughters. Qoren frowned at your empty seat though he knew exactly where you would have gone after reading that letter.

You’d bent down to ties the ribbons securely against your ankles, the gold ghungroos held weight to them, yet for you moving them was as fluid as a swan. You tapped your feet twice, feeling the tightness of them before exhaling a ragged breath. You tucked the loose end of your shawl on the waist line of your skirts.

Your imagination did the work for you, hearing the beat of the percussion and flute in your head as you hummed the melody under your breath, rhythmic jangles of the bells on your ankles began to echo through the hall. You closed you eyes, picturing your mother dancing next to you. The smile on her face, finally dancing for her love of the art and not the perversions of men.

Your skirt flared out as your twirled, glimmering in the light of the candles, you kept dancing. Following every count in your head as you hands remembered the signs to make. The hard your feet tapped against the marble floors the louder the jangles echoed.

Your life wouldn’t be different if Daemon left you for knowing the truth, but you wondered if anyone would want you because of what you were forced to be. You moved around the room efffortlessly, you hips swaying at the imaginary sound of the strings.

You hadn’t realized your eyes watered until you flinched in fear, watching your husband leaning against the grand posts of the mirrored hall. You stopped, the twirl of your skirts coming to stop and pool around your legs.

His palms crashed together in an applause, a smile of admiration of his face. You noticed the parchment in his hands and he noticed you eyeing the message.

“Do you truly think I care if you were a courtesan?” He shook his head, moving towards you “You were a child.” He scoffed.

You blinked the tears of concern away, you couldn't help from a few others falling free too

“My mother found her prince in Qoren, I believed so had I in you and then this.” You felt vulnerable, “I would never expose your daughters to such vulgarity, that's why I never danced for them and I was pure on our wedding night; I swear it. I wou-” You rambled on, Daemon’s eyes softened as he held you face, he held moved his thumb atop your lip to shush you

“My love isn't so fickle that bloodless sheets would diminish its fire. You are mine, and I yours. I sweared it by fire and blood sweet girl.” He reassured you “That ought to mean something?”

“You would forsake your family for me?” You shook your head, unwanting of such loyalty.

“That cunt of hand is not my family, these are his words; not my brother’s” He sounded irked at the parchment. “I will present you to the court as a good and honourable princess of Dorne, if anyone has objections they may rely on it to Dark Sister.”

You were left speechless, perhaps you had found the right prince after all. You tried to make words form at the tip of your tongue and yet nothing came through

“And as for you dancing,” His voice lowered “You ought dance for your lord husband more often.”

You swatted his shoulder before throwing yourself at him, you nuzzled your face at the crook of his neck. He moved her head, letting his lips capture yours, moulding them and taking charge; exploring your mouth with his tongue. He had been so heated about it you had to pull away to breathe

“Caught me a little dancer.” He whispered, bending down to lift your over his shoulder

“Daemon!” You shrieked “What are you doing!”

“Admiring the art.”

He plopped you down onto the viewing nest, a collection of heavy comforters a pillows that were laid at the edges of the halls for people to lounge.

“We can’t- what if somebody catches us?” You argued as he adamantly began to to strip you like a child pawing at his present.

“Then they will find a prince worshipping his princess.” He said in annoyance, huffing at all the ties on your blouse. He then reached for his inner pockets and threw a key your way.

You sighed in relief, the doors to the palace were locked.

“So fucking beautiful,” He groaned as you breasts spilt free of it entrapment, he immediately latched on the pebbled flesh, suckling on one as her tweaked the other. You chest heaved, feeling his warm mouth assault your breasts. He unlatched himself before paying attention the the other.

“My pretty little wife.” He breathed out, pushing your skirts up and yanking the cotton leggings underneath off your legs. He leaned back onto his legs admiring your cunt, he let a glob of spit dribble onto your folds as his fingers smeared them all over.

One hand working on the eager bundle of nerves and the others scissored at you insides, that familiar warmth of pleasure began to spread through your body as whimpered from your husband. You ghungroo’s jangling as you spread your legs further. Daemon latched himself onto your bud, frantically licking at the little things. You shrieked out his name, feeling him smirk as he took you apart on his mouth.

Just as you reached the precipice of your pleasure he pulled away. A shameless whine tore through you making Daemon chuckle, “All in sweet time princess, just getting you ready for me.” He idly rubbed circles on your rose bud

“Daemon just fuck me.” You groaned in frustration making your husband’s eyes.

“Such filthy words, sweet girl.” He taunted, nearly pushing your legs to your shoulders, even the little strums of the bells on your ankles were taunting you.

“Please, please Daemon,” you whined pleadingly as he ran the leaky tip of his cock through your folds. “I want you!”

“Good girl, begging for her husband’s cock.” He grunted as he bottomed out within you.

Barely allowing you a moment to adjusted before setting a determined pace in pounding you cunt.

You looked up at him as his long silver locks shielded your face, he leaned down to kiss your lips, biting at the bottom of your lip. The ghungroos on your ankle rhythmically jangled to the thrusting of your husband’s hips. He leaned back, throwing your legs on his shoulder as his pounding turned animalistic.

“My pretty little dancer, all mine.” He groaned

Drowning in your own pleasures your agreed in series of all yours- all yours pouring from your lips, nearly far too lost in the sensations radiating of your body. You reached your hands upwards, wanting him closer as your back arched off the ground. He wrapped his hands around you back, letting your legs hug around his lower back as he pounded you to your peak.

“Y/N- gods.” He breathed out in your ear as his cock spurted ropes of his seed in your cunt.

There was Moment of serene peace as Daemon pulled out of you and fell next to you, untill you felt his spend spilling down onto your skirts and you groaned.

“You ruined my skirt,” you pouted, grimacing at the stains

“I’ll buy you hundreds more.” He huffed out, yanking you on top of him.

Just as you helped each other straighten out, he spend a while tying the ties of your blouse, peppering kisses on your back as you undid the ghungroos, quite sure they would have bruises your ankles by now.

There was yet another topic lingering on Daemon’s tongue that he wasn’t sure how you would take

“Rhaena found out at supper that you dance, she could use a teacher…” He said hesitantly, you frowned.

“Just as you learned from your mother, our little dragons could use a lesson or two from their mother.”

You pondered and then looked to him using the word mother.

“Rhaena will make a gorgeous little dancer.”

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rpreaperperson · 7 months

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MOM

Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material

In case of the John ‘Soap’ Mctavish

Your name is called by a whiny and hoarse sound, the clinic door opens presenting Soap who holding his arm stares at you like an abandoned puppy

“Soap? What’s wrong?” cocking your eyebrow, you put the clipboard on the coffee table near you

“Im bleedin’ ” he let out a pathetic groan

“What? How?, c’mere sit” You usher him to sit on a chair, and then you get the medic box

“Where did you bleed?” getting the bandage and any other medic you need, considering the gesture he makes right now shows him that he is in deep pain

But...the question is..there’s no mission right now, the base is deeply secure but then again you don't know where the enemies came from

“this” he lifts his finger to you

...

Stare at him in bewilderment, then at his finger then at his face

“.......your finger...” not a very serious wound just a little scratch, a red bloody line that seemed like he cut himself with a knife

“wanna make something to eat, like the one you made for us” he pout

“Johnny...” you sigh

“It hurt so much...” he dramatically holding his hand in pain

“you a soldier Hun, you’ll get stabbed, shot and torture”

“It’s different” he stated

“ITS THE SAME -- oh you know what..fine” your gentle voice boomed but then you holding it back

‘ughh...I guess Mom is right...every man is a child, no matter their age is’ Taking his finger you clean it with cotton then plaster it with bandage

“Can I ‘ave some sweets?” you sigh knowing this question would coming from his mouth, then get a bowl of sweets from the cabinet, which is a lot of candy, lollipops, and gummies

Chocolates? well lets just say you have a special little fridge inside your room, if somebody want it they must have your permission, if not? well lets just say your cheeks puffed like a hamster pouting and giving them a harsh treatment

Why do you have a stock of sweets anyway? Simple because you have a BIG ASS sweet tooth and one fatefull day both Soap and Gaz found your sweet stock inside your medic cabinet ( you sigh in relief when they not found the chocolate one)

They plead to you to have some, and then you nonchalantly answered

‘Dont take it to much boys..’ they cheered and took it, from that day they always come to Medbay for sweets even though Ghost and Price didn’t ask, you still gave them some of it so they wouldn't feel left out and they always nodded with appreciation

“Dont take too much Johnny”

“Mphmmhh” Johnny replied you with a lolipop in his mouth, gives you a thumbs up as you gently patting his shoulder, but he stop you and palcing your head on his head instead, you sigh and gently rubbing his head

Just another day as a Medic in 141

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader #task force 141 x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #mom

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arofili · 1 year

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Eärwen Fic Rec List

for B2MeM 2023, I’ve put together a rec list for fics about Eärwen! @spring-into-arda :)

rulers make bad lovers by Chestnut_pod; Anairë/Eärwen/Elwing, rated E, 73k — I haven’t actually finished reading this but what I’ve read so far is amazing! Chestnut has such a beautiful, nuanced take on Elwing, and that absolutely extends to Eärwen and Anairë and their political situations.

Homecoming by @grundyscribbling; Eärwen & her mother (& Olwë & Arafinwë), rated G, 2.1k — A lovely exploration of Eärwen and her unnamed mother at the end of the War of Wrath.

Cherish by inigo1220; Eärwen + Anairë, rated G, 10k — I’m biased since this is written for my art, but this is a truly gentle, tender story about Eärwen and Anairë’s developing relationship through the ages. Queerplatonic fic always has a special palce in my heart <333

First Impressions (specifically ch3) by @lithgaeril; Eärwen/Arafinwë, rated G, ~2k — A super sweet first meeting between Eärwen and her future husband!

fill our gold cups with love by @crownlessliestheking; Eärwen/Anairë, rated G, 2.6k — Anairë and Eärwen argue in the aftermath of their husbands’ abandonment...and Arafinwë’s return. So angsty!!

all of Those Who Remain by @cuarthol, but especially His Brother’s Wife and Pleasures Never Before Imagined; Anairë/Eärwen(/Arafinwë), rated M, both about 4k — Really interesting take on Anairë, Eärwen, and Arafinwë post-Darkening, and a poignant exploration of female sexuality in a repressive society.

Flowers and Silk by @ladybrooke; Anairë/Eärwen, rated G, 300 — A lovely look into Anairë and Eärwen’s lives through an analysis of gems.

The Love of Their Mothers by @imakemywings; Anairë & Eärwen, rated G, 1.2k — Short & sweet fic about Eärwen and Anairë planning the futures of their not-yet-born sons :)

Day three: Across the A-spectrum by @ambarto; Eärwen/Arafinwë, rated G, 1.2k — Arospec love <333

Another Life by @ladybrooke; Anairë/Eärwen, rated G, 100 — A sweet drabble of devotion.

mama’s boy by @lesbianhaleth; Eärwen & Finrod, rated T, 1.5k — A complex, angst-filled, deeply nuanced analysis of Eärwen and her eldest son.

rockrose & thistle by @kilegriel; Eärwen/Nerdanel, rated T, 944 — Hurt/comfort distilled to its truest essence!

So Let Us Shine by @edgeoflight; Anairë/Eärwen/Nerdanel, rated E, 3.6k — Sweet, playful, affectionate smut between three ladies who absolutely deserve all the good things!

#earwen #anaire #finarfin #nerdanel #anaire x earwen #anarwen #fic recs #b2mem 2023 #b2mem23 #spring into arda #tefain nin #b2mem

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halforc-mercenary · 4 months

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What is my muse afraid of? Template by @astrronomemes

COMMON FEARS & PHOBIAS: The dark l Small spaces l Suffocation l Water l Thunderstorms l Dogs l Snakes l Spiders l Insects l Clowns l Blood l Dentists l Hospitals l Needles l Germs l Heights l Fire l Public speaking l Large crowds l Meeting new people l Being alone l Being touched l Failure l Imperfection l Societal rejection l Physical intimacy l Emotional intimacy l Being abandoned l Being forgotten

What other fears do they have? In a general sense, Mar is afraid of not being good enough. Not being strong enough to protect her loved ones, not being able to do what needs to be done, not beeing able to work etc. This is very much caused by the strict military philosophy she grew up under. She knows how her life should go and what rules to follow to reach that goal she is after (in her case a piece of land and the right to officially marry, join a village community where shes seen as equal with a voice in the Ting, beeing a part of a community and not beeing a outsider, maybe even adopt children and have with her piece of land enough money to give them a childhood without worries),so she is terrified by the possibility that one mistake could make her nolonger live up to the rules she has to follow and with that never be able to reach her goal. Mar puts herself to a very strict standart, because anything else means failure and failure means no chance at the future she so much hopes to have.Following the rules and fitting the standart is her chance to have that future and she is not risking that.

Why do they have these fears? Are these fears innate, trauma-based, or generational? Mars fears are definitive trauma based: Her expierence with the mad dog aside, Mar had grown up hearing the muttered sentences "should have been drowned in the vikken at birth" at every little mistake she made. What was a throw away line or a loose threat to make a child obdient by the older mercenarys around her turned into Mars curse, because she started to fear it as an actual punishment if she ever misstepped. She is an adult now and a muttered line over a young child misbehaving (or juast asking questions or just beeing a tired child) is something she had seen through as just that: a sentences. She is still not able to swimm and will do her very best to avoid deep waters, because with her not beeing able to swimm drowning has turned into a possibility that can become actually a truth for her.

Have they ever tried to work through or confront these fears? How did it go? Mar would rather get her spear and run it through herself wholly from her backsid and out of her mouth, before she would ever even think of confronting that fear of dogs. She can be around dogs without panicking, that is enough for her. Even if she would never feel comfortable around dogs or wolfs, let alone ever feel save. It is the same for any other of her fears, she can go through her day and function and that is enough. To confront a fear, one first has to think about it and Mar does not want to think about any of her fears, because it makes her feel useless that she has those fears and beeing useless means that she has no right to be there in the first place and if she has noright to be there in the first palce she ´should have been drowned in the vikken at birth'. If Mar would confront her fears and with that admit that she has them, she would give into her greatest fear of beeing useless and with that not the warrior she is meant to be, which is in the strict military philosophy she grew up and lives under , very much a death sentences.

Tagged By: The Void ! Tagging: @elkenbulwark @deepseawarlock @sparklymanacakes @wildname @thaneirstaer @lighthouseborn @bruinescence @bluescalearchivist @illithidtouched ...and you!

#halforc-mercenary: headcanon #halforc-mercenary #tw: abuse

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theressomethinghappeninginparis · 1 year

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I promise the next pages are less mystic than the previous ones. Yet I still have to remain anonymous, you will soon read why. I am typing this in case something happens to me. Not that I am that important, but the Monstrum is known to murder without a noticable pattern. In these tiring times what more enjoyable is there than to write an email and get an answer back?

Carvier did so and she is not tired of typing back. I got some more information but I hesitate to ask more precicely since I am unsure of my further plans. Ahead is the most important answers of her:

Transcript of the first page: - Apparently there is a trip students can take in the dig - Werner is dead, yet she still keeps him in CC - She proposes to work with my "university"

Transcript of the second page:

Werner means a lot to her and they seem to be friends. I should try to not ask her again about him and upset her.

I think she knows Lara Croft. After all she is also an archeologist and they know each other. Is there a way to redeem this?

She mentions an Arab tribe calles Jurhum which are said to have a descendant of humans and angels among them. There's barely information about them online. Is this guy alive today? Wouldn't he be fancily buried somewhere if he was dead?

Carvier mentions that Werner has some publications in his apartment and that he has an assistant, Taisha. I'll think of contacting her so I don't bother Carvier anymore. I want to get his notes out of his apartment to prove that Miss Croft is innocent, yet the room is shut by the police. No way I can get in there in secret. Is there?

Transcript of the third and fourth page:

I decide to do it. I won't rob him or break in, completely. Rather I'll try to deceive someone to open me the door and let me into the hallway. I'll take with me gloves, worn shoes with no profile, a crowbar, a knife, a camera, a fake outfit and a way to access his pc (which is not real since I have no clue how to do that).

My plan is as follows: I will mask myself as a coworker of Werner, I have the name of his assistant and I will briefly show my new Louvre ID that no one knows its look hence I can just make one up. I'll get up to the third floor if the names on the doorbells are correct. After a small chat with the person that opened the door (if necessary) I shall get to his place. I try to get the door open and look for anything on the Lux Veritatis, nephilim, Templars, the Monstrum killings. I take photos and then leave the place.

My hopes are the panic is so high that people won't notice much and the Monstrum will distract them enough. Werner doesn't live in a rich place, there's no wealthy people around and I assume they haven't set up cameras in a palce already chosen by the murderer. Right?

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As I checked out Werner's house again I noticed it was abandoned. All residents have been relocated and the house is completely empty. It looks rusty and like it's about to fall apart. I guess I won't even "break in" since it's empty anyway... The garden makes for a good way in from a window, then upstairs. It seems like I can actually make it.

UPDATE: I did it. I wrote the note here in addition the the text after I went to Werner's place. I will add whatever I found in the next pages.

Transcript of the sixth and seventh page:

The sixth page you see is an exert from the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh, a grimoire ( a magic or spell book) from the Middle Ages. It is partly written in Hebrew and in Aramaic. The Angel Raziel is said to have revealed the book to Adam and it contains spells, angelology, zodiacs, names of god, and more. The non-Hebrew and non-Aramaic words are not to be deciphered or decoded and the translator I messaged has never seen it before. But he had an answer as to what it is: a "Celestial Alphabet".

The seventh page shows some examples of angelic alphabets: the "Malachim Alphabet" and the "Passage du flevre Alphabet".

Knowing this, I can say the texts are in a newly made up alphabet, the information is secret and there are no sigils, but rather real letters. I can't read the text, but at least I know what it is now.

I shall post the findings of Werner's apartment next time. I still need to examine both letters and the photos I have found. I wish there was someone whom I could share this with, it's getting out of my hand and way, way bigger than I ever imagined.

#tomb raider angel of darkness #traod #classic tr #tomb raider #angel of darkness #journal #aod #lara craft #tomb raider series

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trenchcoatsbi · 4 months

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so interesting thing I remembered from Sparrow tl, most of the other newsies lived in a half abandoned lodging house! basically it was technically abandoned but the nguy who owned it charged us a few cents to help keep the water and fix up any broken windows.

Jack and Crutchie mostly slept on the fire escape at the very top of the building while everybody else who stayed their just kinda found a comfortable palce and claimed it.

I didn't usually stay there (same as a few others), I had my own little fire escape at another place, but every once and a while I'd visit to hang out with the others and I just shared a bunkbed with Race :D

This did mean that if anybody wanted to tease Race I'd get woken up by it but it's fine i usually woke up before the others anyways lol - Voidling Anon

ooo yeah that is interesting

#phil posts #sbi asks #voidling anon #lmao yeah idk what else to say

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comiiical · 7 months

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pumpkin patch, a pumpkin patch in the early afternoon [ from mateo xp for skylar or oscar ]

*halloween location prompts, a series of horror and halloween based location prompts, but can be use year round.

Little was known about Skylar's love for halloween. Muchless was about his liking for men who could have put the seed in the pot to sprout him. But he was no one to be ashamed of that. Much less when it came to a handsome man like the other.

Having told the adress to Mateo so he could arrive on time, Skylar waited for the car's approach, "over there," he voiced, pointing at the small garage next to the house that his family used as a vacation for that time of the year. Although, Sklar was going to make a use for himself. An abandoned farm house to enjoy the peace without cities and people around. an amazing palce for him. "Yes, righ there, hello handsome." He added as he approached him, bending down next to the window of the car, already low, "wanna have some fan time?" He asked, imitating a whore as he chuckled opening the door and offering his hand to help him out.

"I thought we coudl enjoy this place," he smiled leaning down to receive the man once outted with a kiss on the lips. "Go meet me at the front door," he added grabbing the keys and setting inside to pick up the other's things making sure it was all in place.

Finally meeting him again he stopped loaded with bags, "I can take you to work, but we can use the entire month here." He smiled as he rose a hand and snapped his fingers, pumpkins growing from nowhere surrounding the area of the house leaving the entrance clean turning the house into an autumn memory. The color of his hand: brown and green before it went back to normal. "You good at carving?"

#flexrated #skylar #mateo;skylar

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kornstreifs-storys · 9 months

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Chapter 1: A fallen World

Part 1

The small shiny Eevee was running through the dense autum forest. The weather was starting to get colder, but her fur provided her with adequate protection. She had an absolute blast, diving trough piles of leafs, running between the tree trunks, ducking under roots.

Suddenly she heard a voice from behind. "Dune! Come on, not so fast. I don't want to have to run after you!" She looked behind and saw the Umbreon come after her in a leisurely pace. That was Kuro the Clans Junior Doctor and also her current caretaker. "Well it's not my fault that you're that slow!" she replied "I'm just having fun!". How could he expect her to just walk through this forrest without playing a bit. She usually didn't get to go out for that long.

Kuro rolled his eyes. "Yeah, your having fun. And then in ten minutes you'll have tired yourself out and I'm going to have to carry you for the rest of the way." Though she could see that he chuckled a bit. He might claim otherwise but, she knew he enjoyed seeing her happy.

Without listening further she took off into the forest again. She could hear Kuro sigh and pick up the pace.

After a while, of them just rinning throug the forrest, they came to an old Human Village, or rather the last ruins left of it. There were only a few old Foundations and Collapsed Brickwalls scattered between the trees.

Dune had sat down beteen the Piles of overgrown rubble. "I'm beat!" She exclaimed. "Kuurooo! Please carry me? she beeged, unsing Baby-Doll Eyes in the process. Kuro looked down at her. "I really don't want to say, Called it. But i did call it." He said in an amused tone, befor laying down to let the Eevee climb on his back.

He looked around. It was starting to get late, even though they still had about three hours till sun down. "Should we start to look for a place to stay for the night? These old Villages somtimes have sill standing Houses to hide in." He asked. Dune chukled silently. "Are you sugessting that because you don't want to carry me?" She teased him.

"Oh, you think I'm that weak?" He replied, with a cheeky smile. Than he got serious. "No I'm sugessting it, because many Pokémon still avoid these old Human Settlements, so we are less likely to be attaked here." He explained. "Also, if we can get up early tommorrow, we might still have some time to train befor continuing our journey."

Now Dune was not looking cheeky anymore. She stared at Kuros back in thought. "Well if we have to, I'm not going to enjoy it though."

"Oh, come on now. It's not going to be that bad." Kuro repiled with a smile. "But enough of that let's bunker down for the today." Then he walked into the Ruins to look for a palce to stay the night.

Later that Evening. Dune sat in the entrence way of one of the old Human houses. Despite how long this Village had been abandoned, there were surprinsingly still a few buildings standing. The Eevee looked up toward the sky, watching the starts between the crowns of the trees.

"Say Kuro." She asked. "I heard, that back when the Humans were still around you could barely see the stars at some places because there were small suns that were hanging around inside the citys that were outshinig the starts above. Do you think thats true?"

Kuro looked up from their supplys that he had been checking. "Where in Arceuses name did you hear that Story?" He asked, but than immediately continued. "Never mind. Well if the books that I read back at home were acurate than yes that was actually ture. But why do you ask?" Dune looked over to him, she thought about i for a second. She didn't really know why she had asked that, it had just come to her mind. "It's nothing, just thinking."

She thought about it for a while longer. All the stroies she had heard about the Humans sounded like they had been pretty impressive, especially considering that, apparently they hadn't even been Pokémon. So then, why did they dissapear and why were so many Pokémon today still so uneasy about it that they avoided most Human ruins.

"Do you think the thing that disapeard the Humans is also responsible for the fact that Eevees can't evolve anymore?" She asked still deep in thought. She noticed Kuro staring at her, he seemed to contamplate her question. "Well no one knows what whiped out humanity, so it is possible, even if not that likely." He replied. "But finding a way for you to evolve is the reason we're on this journey right now, so maybe we'll find out."

"If we did, we'd be famous for sure." Dune remarked. But she was not very hopefull. After all it had been 10 years since Eevees had become suddenly unable to evolve. How could two lonely Pokémon do anything about that. She would probably have to live with the fact that she'd forever be just an Eevee.

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And so the adventure beginns. So many mysterys, what happend to humanity, why are Eevees unable to evolve, why do most Pokémon still avoid the old Human ruins.

Find out in the next Episode of DBZ Ages of Ruin!

The Profiles of Dune and Kuro have been unlocked.

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