The Predator

"If I look back, I am lost." If there's one thing I've learned about the world, it's that it never changes. Before there were guns and wars there were fights over territories and hunting for survival. Before there were men, there were beasts. I've seen them both, and I find myself understanding the monsters better than the men. The Cretaceous does things to you. |Indie Primeval OC|

[damnthecretaceous]

Surprise?

So... Charlie is officially dead and I should probably just let him go quietly into that gentle night rather than keep him here kicking and screaming. It was a great ride. 

The Primeval fandom was great, all the people I met along the way were fantastic. To those of you who put up with this random ass dino-loving nerd popping into your inboxes asking for an AU? I thank you from the bottom of my heart. To those of you who I got to create amazing stories with: I still think fondly on them and will never forget some of the epics.

I’ve been really active on Twitter RP lately, though not with this same face. I’ve been a member of the TVD/TO fandom there for nearly 2 years now, which is mildly shocking. I’ve been debating bringing my Twitter character from there to here to work on both. Just to get some new writing done. 

Still thinking it over, really. If I do I will post something about it here. Otherwise... this is my fond farewell to you all. If you want to follow my personal, just go ahead and shoot me a message and I’ll give it to you if you don’t know it already. 

Love Always,

Charlie

[piecrustspieholes-deactivated20]

Welcome to the Pie Hole!

[piecrustspieholes-deactivated20]

Ned almost scoffed at the man. What secret could be bigger?  “Yours are probably pretty big compared to mine, considering that I have none. 

“Just drop it, okay? Please?” 

[damnthecretaceous]

“Alright,” he replies, “alright it’s dropped.”

He takes another bite of his pie and grins. “Damn this is good.”

[damnthecretaceous]

So... all of my old RP partners are gone.

The Primeval Fandom is done. I’m not sure how to continue. I figure once Jurassic World comes out there will be people RPing it, so I might keep it around...

Opinions?

[damnthecretaceous]

Yoo hoo. Guess who’s still alive.

[jurassicparkfilms]

Jurassic World (2015)

[damnthecretaceous]

Hold on hold on... are some of you guys BACK?

[damnthecretaceous]

I'll be back in a day or two. Crazy holiday business and all.

[damnthecretaceous]

Lost in Time--Or Worlds || Daenerys & Charlie

[daeneryssunandstars-deactivated]

She does not have the willpower to even try and struggle lose out of his grip. For one small second, it crosses her mind that she would not even be able to grasp free from his arms if she wanted to. Somewhere in her mind, far away, Daenerys knows she has to run but the thoughts of Rhaegal falling, are consuming her with both fear and sadness. Eyes wide and wild. In a haze she lets Charlie lead her towards a darkened corner. And only then, the fog that seemed to cloud her mind, lifts. Seeing him clearly again.

Fingers grasp the sand underneath her when bending down on her knees to keep out of sight. She had tried to reach for Charlie, pull him back towards her but he moved too fast. Her head tilts a bit to the left while following his movements. Silent and precise, the soldier on the horse never saw or heard him coming. A deep breath in out of relief when he turns to her and Daenerys stands up right.

His hand on her back is warm and her eyes flicker from him to the horse before jumping up, taking the reins from him for only a short time. She cannot think clearly yet, letting him take the lead for now. Guiding them away from the falling city that is in flames and crumbling around them. Without her dragons, two still missing, and her army, Daenerys realises she is nothing in this world. Her arms hold on to the only person that matters for her. Circling around his waist while Charlie holds the reins.

Her head coming to a rest on his shoulder once Meereen disappears out of her sight. Only the thick smoke is seen from a distance. Darkening the night sky even more.  Daenerys hates showing her weakness like this. Even to him but when tears start to fall, her fingers grasp his shirt. Not knowing what she is feeling first. Emotions of relief that he made it out with her and the sadness of a mother that just lost her child. It feels as if there is hole burned in the pit of her stomach when Rhaegal fell but there is also warmth settling in her knowing Charlie and her made it out. 

"To the Seven, Charlie," the back of her hand wipes away her tears and Daenerys looks up at him, "We need to find shelter somewhere."

[damnthecretaceous]

And shelter they found. Two days of riding and eating the soldier's small rations and they had made it far enough that they could look for somewhere to rest their heads. In a small town he'd stolen enough coin and bread to last them a few days, and by the weeks' passing they had made it to a small port town large enough to conceal their motives. At the knife and with gold in hand Charlie had threatened nee bribed them passage to the ship's destination.

Westeros.

At night he holds her, tries to help her forget the image of her burning city and her dying dragon with stories of London. Truthfully they're his only way of remembering at this point. If the anomalies were only across the Narrow Sea then he was never going to see London again. Andrew would forever be lost, and the A.R.C. would never find him. Essos and Westeros would be his home now, and he had to accept that. And besides, Daenerys needed him. From what he could gather she was a wanted woman here, something about a King's Bloodline and killing the last of the Targaryens. 

He wasn't going to let her die. Not when he could protect her.

They had paid for a horse with the last of their coin and now took refuge in a small town with only an inn, butcher, and well to it's name. Enough for the people to get by. It was certainly no Meereen. By day Daenerys hid in their shared room, his cloak always covering her hair and eyes. He had managed to get work at the butchers, spending his day killing whatever needed killing and coming back with coin in his pocket and a few extra scraps to cook over a small fire for them both. 

"She's my ill sister," he had explained, "can't hear nothin'. an't work because she can't hear. Won't cause any trouble."

And maybe it was by someone's grace... but nobody asked questions.

[smokinshield-blog]

The men of Dale fought valiantly. Thorin had seen it with his own eyes. However, one man among them caused him to start. He’d caught sight of Charlie among their ranks, the man he’d met in Bree all those months ago, yet couldn’t get close enough to call to him. As he faced his death, he did not know what had become of his friend. 

Now, he sat up blearily on a cot in one of the healer’s tents. Some called his survival a miracle while he called it necessity. Sighing, the dwarf leaned back, running a hand over the bindings that now covered where the sword had pierced him. His usually sharp eyes fell distant and blank, as there were many things on his mind. 

[damnthecretaceous]

Next time, just focus on finding a way home.

He stands on shaking legs, waving away the young woman who had been attending to his arm. He'd taken a nasty arrow to it, and now was able to say that an arrow hurt worse than a giant theropod bite. But he would live, and he could use his arm. That's all that mattered.

The medical tent is on the edge of the camp borders, probably because everyone was against the common enemy now and everyone needed help. He catches a few dwarves on a supply run and takes the linens from their hands, nodding as they gesture to where he should deliver them. He sweeps back the tent flap and--surprise befalls him.

"Thought I saw you... then again I thought I saw a dragon too. But we're gonna pretend that didn't happen. Hey.... Thorin."

[accipiter-solitarius]

His lips curl in a good-natured smirk as he takes Charlie’s hand. He doesn’t do the macho thing of gripping as hard as he can. Matthew has no need for that. He knows all too well what he’s capable.

It’s been a while since he escaped. He’s thinner, not quite as built as he once was. But Matthew knew he was still impressive. Not that the dinosaur enthusiast would be able to see that. His clothes were baggy enough to hide his physique. Although he was a little ashamed of how tattered and worn out he looked.

Maybe this guy was into that.

"So, Charlie… Can I buy you a drink? Maybe you can tell me why you’ve been climbing around inside the mouths of dinosaurs."

[damnthecretaceous]

"Oh, you'll have to buy me several drinks before I go blathering on about that."

An American in London wasn't uncommon, almost hard to find someone normal these days. But there was something about Matthew that set Charlie's teeth on edge, like he was bracing himself for an attack with a fairly vicious predator.

He couldn't tell if he liked the challenge or not.

"And who am I to turn down a free drink from an attractive stranger?"

[theconnor-temple-deactivated201]

"Knifes? You’re aware we’ve got guns nowadays?"

His mind gets sidetracked for a second before he points at the map. 

"Gotta figure out why they appear here when there’s no anomaly close by eh. Maybe we’d do better going out there. A map can only get us so far." 

[damnthecretaceous]

"Yeah, messy stupid bulky things that distance you from the action. 'Cause I'm totally all about that. What the hell am I here for if you have guns..."

Shaking his head, Charlie sighs.

"Sewage. They like small spaces."

[damnthecretaceous]

[accipiter-solitarius]

"Yeah?"

He clucked his tongue against his teeth and allowed his gaze to travel all the way down to the odd man’s toes and then all the way back up to his eyes again. A new type of crazy perhaps. He’d met delusional patients before. But none that spoke of dinosaurs. If he was honest, Matthew was completely at a loss as to what to do.

But he was certainly interested.

"Try working at a hospital for the criminally insane… Has the same effect… I’m Matthew."

[damnthecretaceous]

"Alright... you win."

He snorts and offers his hand. The man doesn't look crazy, but it's the people in the hospital who're supposed to look crazy, right? He's supposed to look normal. Matthew is a nice, normal name... For a normal guy.

"Charlie."

[theconnor-temple-deactivated201]

"Mate…it was Lester’s idea. Not mine. I’m not that bad company… We’ll  need to figure this out."

[damnthecretaceous]

"I don't like gadgets. Knife and... uh... another knife. That's all I need. Alright, what do you need to know?"

[themusicsavedhim]

She thought about it for a moment. She hadn’t really dated since… Well, the least she thought about that the better. Charlie was dangerous, reckless and one day she knew she might never see him again. But… He was sweet. Funny. Made her feel good about every day things.

"I am thinking… Yes. If that is what you want to call it."

[damnthecretaceous]

"Well... dating it is." 

[daeneryssunandstars-deactivated]

“I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”

"You mean that, Charlie?"

[damnthecretaceous]

"With everything in me."

[accipiter-solitarius]

Matthew blinked at the man, a slight smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. The man didn’t look like he was joking, nor did he seem like the average crazy he used to see on a regular basis.

"Can’t say I have…"

[damnthecretaceous]

Holy shit that worked.

"It's... an interesting experience. Knowing you could die at any moment."