118 Results with the "Violence" warning
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A dream of a Gardevoir, a faltering heart, and a stone tethered to her from birth… Even with these clues, Yalini never understood why she was alive. Yet, the mere existence of this human determines the fate of an old, but completely new world to her. A long, painful road towards peace awaits her, but fortunately…she isn’t alone. -
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The Last Baron
A full moon and a night sky full of stars shone brightly upon the forested demesne. Few clouds blotted out the midnight canvas, and it was a night appropriate for stargazers to pick out the shapes and patterns dotted in the skies above. Alas, the camp set up within the demesne, around the perimeter of an opulent, well-to-do manor, had no time for romantic duties such as stargazing. There were far more pressing matters to attend to, especially when an enemy invasion could happen at any time. A tension…-
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Beautiful Moon
The moon. She could feel it in her fur—a piece of her essence, of her soul, threaded to the star in the sky that watched her every move like a parent on watch. The moon shape and its yellow diameter were even omnipresent in the fur of her belly, ubiquitous. When she was a cub, she didn't often see the star; only the sun, persecuting, mocking. She hated its rays, loathed its radiance; how it exposed everything, the horrible and the ugly. Thus, the first time she observed the night, it was when she fell…-
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Repentance
Warning: this one shot contains themes/triggers such as: Death of Humanity, backstory violent deaths, visual descriptions, descriptions/showing of blood, “flared emotions”/raised voices, thunderstorms/lightning/flashes of light, destruction of property/a building, self doubt, body horror, and possession A shiny blue-eyed Raboot stood in a dim torch-lit marble corridor, which was lined with broken windows and the scattered remnants of once grand statues. Torn and faded crimson curtains…-
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The Mission
The Swampert walks beneath the Hidden Lands; an abandoned labyrinth of blistered granite, empty cells and iron bars that stretched to no end, decorated with nothing, and lit only by a little light he wears around his neck and partly ashes of Luminous dust. It isn’t known how and why it was built… but that question is to leave for their unwilling guests, not him. He searches for anything that moves; a wave of the paw, movement of the feet, wag of a tail; he imagines a blur that would cross his…-
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Chapter 9 - Hands
Darkrai sat atop the beach cave, just outside Treasure Town. He listened as the waves crashed against the shore and watched the Krabby blow bubbles in the evening light. The ocean spreading out before him, the sun dipping over the horizon, could anything be more beautiful? Alas, that isn't what Darkrai came to see. A voice catching at his ears, Darkrai turned and watched a small Wooper wander onto the beach. Taking in the scene, the Wooper's eyes sparkled. 'Wow, what an impressive sight!' Looking…-
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All That’s Left
A PMD2 AU – Did you ever hear the Tragedy of Flip the Wooper? It’s not a story the guild would tell you. Flip, Vine and Nick embark on a worldwide scavenger hunt, each searching for what they most want, but some things you can’t get back.-
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7.3 K • Jun 15, '24
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In the dawning of the Age of Odyssey, where an entire empire of Pokémon prepare to sail across the great oceans and return to a world that humanity ruled centuries past, a duo of a Hakamo-o and a Lurantis prepares to sail though the seas of Deuterra’s Outlands.
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2.6 K • Jun 5, '24
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Chapter 31 - Dálriada Dust-up
Chapter 31 Dálriada Dust-up There was silence, before a rough, Dálriadan burr spoke. "Enough o' yer shite, prionnsa! Yvvie'll be bringin' did back 'fore I talk tae an Annie like him!" "That voice!" Arian looked back at the cave entrance, now realising they were not alone. There stood a number of clansmon, most of whom looked familiar. Horribly familiar. A black Tauros, who gave a snort and rapped his hoofs against the ground in preparation for combat. A Bombirdier,…-
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