#Dino🦖

[dadsdaugther]

sooo Dino is and has always been my travel buddy ever since I got them 🥺🦖 they’ve been to Berlin, the Faroe Islands and now Madrid and I’m so proud of themmmm🥺💖 they’ve helped me through many times where I just needed to feel smol and escape from travel stuff 🥺💖 thank you to my beloved Dino 🥺 now they’re home again so the plushie gang is reunited 🥰🦖🧸🐘

[theinkbunny]

people love me not for my looks but my extreme knowledge of dinosaurs

[ablogtocheck]

Awwwww!

[verytiredmeerkat]

Necromancer who doesn’t like children finds an awkward autistic child and reanimates them a dinosaur because they would do anything for this child and dinosaurs are their special interest. Please and thank you.

[apologetic-artist]

Guys, I can't right now. I LOVE dinosaurs SO MUCH, and I LOVE the Jurassic Park/World franchise. I can't wait for season 2 of Chaos Theory, I can't wait for the 4th Jurassic World movie, I'm currently reading the book Jurassic Park, I'm over joyed. I'm so JOYOUS :3

I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY STUPID DINOSAUR OBSESSION SO BAD

(JW The Game stuff under cut)

Anyways, look at these guys in my Jurassic World game X3

They're some of my favorite lookin dinos (especially Concavenator). My dream dino in the game is Bumpy from Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory :D

Also these damn hatching times ugh

Charlie (the raptor in the middle) and Gryposuchus (the one on the right) take 7 DAYS to hatch. The other one is at least 2 days, but still >:[

[the-little-pierre]

Dino Sherly 🦖🍙

[fairyniceyeah]

You made my dawn - Perfection/Love 🦖

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Bandaging wounds/Kiddo

Summary: She had lost count how often she had soothed frustrated tears, carried an exhausted trainee to bed and been there when their bodies gave out.

CW: emeto

Whumpee: Dino/Chan

“Take a break”, the choreographer, Hye Lim, called to the exhausted trainees. They had been at it for hours, dancing until they could barely stand on their feet. Eunji knew that pushing their limits was important to make them into the idols they wanted to be and they all liked the physical activity they got.

But as she watched Wonwoo and Seungkwan nearly stumbling into each other, both wobbling on their feet, she wondered how much they could ask of these kids. She had lost count how often she had soothed frustrated tears, carried an exhausted trainee to bed and been there when their bodies gave out.

They were exhausted and in need of rest. But even if she, if Hye Lim wanted to stop - they couldn’t. The expectations were too high.

She was watching Jihoon and Mingyu kneel down beside Wonwoo and Seungkwan, both laying flat on their back, and offering water when she caught a movement in the corner of her eyes.

Eunji turned and her heart stopped for a moment. Chan, their youngest at barely thirteen years, was still standing in front of the mirror, dancing and trying to perfect his move. The kid was an extraordinary dancer and he had a lot of stamina but not even him could push himself like that. She had watched Chan for weeks, noticing how he felt like he had to prove himself as the maknae, but this was too much. If he kept going at this rate he would injure himself.

“Channie”, she called, walking over to the kid who hadn’t even heard her, too immersed in his routine to notice anything around him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump in surprise.

“Noona”, he mumbled, bowing his head as he turned around. “What is it?”

“Aren’t you tired, love? All your hyungs are taking a break too.” She knew how much he looked up to them, how much he sometimes copied them to fit in. Maybe reminding them that they are taking breaks was enough to get him to stop.

Wishful thinking.

“I’m fine, noona”, Chan said without meeting her eyes. “I want to perfect this. I need to perfect this.”

“Love…”, Eunji started, feeling helpless, but the teenager turned back to his routine. She sighed, knowing a lost fight when she saw one and went back to the sidelines to watch. 

Barely five minutes later Hye Lim gathered the trainees for the next section of practice. Soonyoung and Seungcheol helped Seungkwan and Wonwoo to their feet, Hansol guiding Seungkwan to his spot and hugging him quickly before taking his own. Chan was already in his spot, moving slightly as he recalled the various dance moves in his head.

Over the next hour the practice continued and Eunji couldn’t keep looking away from Chan. Where he had been so energetic at first, he was now struggling and faltering. He looked frustrated and pale, failing to be able to do the moves correctly again and again. It was clear that he was too exhausted to continue and Eunji and Hye Lim exchanged glances, Eunji receiving a nod. 

But before she could get up and pull Chan aside to rest, he stumbled to the side, badly. His knees gave out and he crashed against the mirror, then to the floor, barely able to catch himself on trembling arms. Immediately his eyes locked onto Eunji before he helplessly whispered: “Noona…?”

Then, without warning, he gagged. A small spray of vomit spilled from his mouth, barely substantial, mostly bile. Eunji dropped to her knees next to him, holding him up with an arm around his chest as his arms trembled and threatened to give out under him.

“Love, it’s okay”, she whispered, “breathe.”

Chan’s chest was heaving from the effort and his breathing was labored. Without warning he collapsed to the side into her arms. She gently held him up, rubbing his back. When she looked up, the other trainees stood at the side, eyes wide with worry for their maknae. Wonwoo was holding Mingyu in his arms, knowing that the younger boy wasn’t good at dealing with vomit and Vernon was clutching both Seungkwan's and Seungcheol’s hands tightly.

Hye Lim had gone to kneel beside her and Chan, who trembling in her arms. She held out a water bottle. “Channie, take a break. It’s okay. Try to drink a bit if you can.”

Eunji took the open bottle from her hand and held it to Chan’s lips, tipping it a bit so that water slowly trickled into his mouth. He needed to rehydrate. As Eunji helped Chan, Hye Lim stood up and ushered the other trainees away, telling them to take a break themselves and not to worry too much. 

“Take care of him, unnie”, she said to Eunji, “I’ll clean up and keep the others on track.”

Eunji nodded, very thankful that the choreographer was so understanding, that she too cared about the trainees as humans, not just pre-debut idols.

“Channie, let’s get you back to the dorm, love”, Eunji mumbled, rubbing the trembling maknae’s arm. 

“Noona, I wanna stay”, Chan whispered, his voice barely audible. “I want to practice.”

Eunji sighed and shook her head. Chan was determined, dedicated but it was times like these that she needed to step up as not just a manager but also a caretaker. Chan could not keep pushing himself without seriously risking his health. 

“Channie, there is no more practice for you today. You collapsed and threw up. Your body is telling you to stop.”

Tears welled up in the kid’s eyes and ran down his cheeks. “I just want to be perfect, noona.”

“Oh, love”, Eunji mumbled and adjusted their positions so that she was sitting against the mirror, Chan resting with his head on her lap, far away from the puke that Hye Lim was quickly wiping up. She stroked Chan’s hair and used her sleeve to dab at his tears. Chan’s eyes fluttered shut, his exhaustion winning over. 

“Channie, there is no perfect”, she said gently, making sure to keep her voice even despite wanting to cry for him herself, “nobody is perfect. Not even the idols you see on TV and during shows and concerts. None of them are perfect. Your hyungs aren’t perfect either. Neither am I or Hye Lim or the CEO. It’s okay to struggle and take breaks. Doing your best is more than enough, doing your best and knowing when to take breaks - that is what is perfect.”

The young teenager looked up at her, his eyes wide with confusion and awe. His words were trembling as he spoke. “Are you sure, noona?”

“I’m very sure”, she instantly said. “You are allowed to make mistakes, you are allowed to rest, love. Close your eyes and regain some energy, okay?” 

It didn’t take much more than that. Instantly Chan’s breathing evened out into sleep, the trainee curled up in her lap, sleeping, while his hyungs continued to push for their joint dream.

Next story: ?

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

he hath been colored

[sunkissedpup]

There needs to be more agere Ellie out there bc u can’t tell me she wouldn’t be baby !!!!!

[lvlystars]

funny valentine — l.c

pairing. lee chan x fem!reader

genre. angst, toxic!chan 😞

warnings. slight suggestive content. chan is a bitch. big nono man.

wc. 1.1k

a/n. y'all. i'm alive. based on true events btw, i've been declared not guilty, my lawyer hates me, and the man is now screaming at me from the grave 😇. jkjk. it would be crazy if i actually was convicted of murder tho. anyways, if i can't be happy on valentines, no one can !!!!!!!

feburary 14 (3:14 am)

— u up?

you scramble for your phone as your heart beats out of your chest, the mindless scrolling through your 'for you' page ending in that moment he texted you.

what is he doing at this ungodly hour? why was he texting you?

yeah —

— coming over in 5

no. he can't come. he just can't.

you try to text back to refuse, but he had already gone offline. you sigh as you sink into your mattress, turning off your phone as you wait for him to appear at your doorstep.

lee chan. the bane of your existence if you were to summarise your experience with him. on and off relationships, meaningless hookups, unanswered texts about what you two were, what label to put on your relationship — he was the red flag package deal. and yet, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually cut things off with him. while he was all of the above, he made you feel loved, made you feel special with the way every single moment spent with him were the most exhilarating and euphoric moments, chan making sure to hug and kiss every inch of your body while he can, and handling your body with such care, as if you would crumble beneath his fingertips.

lee chan was playing you, and he was good at it.

a couple minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, and you immediately jolt up, your heart palpitating as you pull the covers off of you. once you finally reach the door, you pull it open to see chan leaning against the frame of your door, smirking down at you.

“i knew you’d answer me.” he pats your cheek softly before walking into your dorm uninvited.

“chan-”

“did you rearrange your place? shame, i finally had your dorm layout memorised so i wouldn’t bump into anything while we-”

“chan.” you sternly raise your voice, catching him off guard. he stares back at you, his eyebrow quirked up as he stood there, his hands shoved in his jeans.

“i…i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you stare into chan’s face, your face burning as chan’s eyes bore into yours, his expression morphing into one of slight confusion, a glint of enjoyment flitting across his features as he stalks towards you.

“baby, you're not serious, right? why would you want to let go of this…us?” he moves closer to you, holding you as he soothingly rubs your forearms. you shake your head, trying to squirm out of his grasp as his face lowers down to yours. “you’re my favourite, don’t you know that?” he mutters.

“no.” you push him away, your breathing growing more panicked. “chan, you and i both want completely different things. we are on opposite sides. this isn’t going to work out.” your voice trembles as you move towards your door, feeling cornered as chan continues to move closer to you. he towers over you as you shrink into yourself, feeling completely powerless and helpless.

“but i give you those things you desire, no? and you give me what i want." he tilts his head in mock confusion.

"y/n, honey, we’re two sides on the same coin. we need each other, why would you think something like that?” you can sense the tinge of hostility and toxicity behind his tone as he narrows his eyes at you, reaching his hand out to caress your face. you subconsciously lean into his touch, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to say anything to get out of this monstrosity of a situationship.

“then…then what are we? we’re not dating, you’re not my boyfriend…you hook up with tens of other girls on campus. i want someone who’ll stay loyal to me.” you sputter out, trying to compose yourself to your best ability as chan just laughs lightly, as if you were just stating a silly habit he had.

“we…we’re…we’re, y’know…” you look at him expectantly as chan looks slightly irritated at your persistence, huffing slightly.

“baby, look-”

“no. i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired of the mixed signals. if you’re not going to commit to a relationship, then don’t talk to me.” you cut him off, glaring up at him. you can see chan poking at his cheek with his tongue before he grabs you tightly by your shoulders, catching you off guard as he lowers his face down to yours, glaring at you.

“what, you think you’re special? special enough to have me as your boyfriend?” he mockingly laughs. “honey, there are tons of girls who are dying out there to just have sex with me, and you’re really going to leave all that just because you want to be in a relationship?” chan asks in a condescending manner, and you feel your heart drop to the pit in your stomach. you’ve only seen him get like this whenever he didn’t get his way with other people: his brown eyes filled with belittlement, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his way. his breathing was slowly getting erratic, he’s losing his patience.

lee chan was getting mad at you.

“i don’t know you, i don’t care whether i know you or not. i just saw you on campus, thought you were hot, and just had you to myself, just like other girls. i didn’t talk to you because i liked you.” he sneers, looking you up and down. tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at chan in disbelief. “you and i do not have any kind of romantic relationship, i’ll tell you that. you want a label on this? fine: we’re just fuckbuddies. nothing more, nothing less.”

“if you’re gonna try crossing the line with all that relationship shit again, then i’m gonna have to just stop what we have, y/n. because i don’t want some brat that bitches about having me to themselves, got it?” he glowers at you. his face was now mere inches away from yours as tears were rolling down your face. you slowly nod before chan stands up straight again, patting your face again as he smiles.

“good girl. now i came here for a reason, ” chan sits down on your bed, smirking at you across the room as you’re still in the corner of the room, hastily wiping your tears before walking over to him. once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist tenderly as he rubs soft circles into your skin, grinning like a wolf while he looks your body up and down, making you feel exposed.

your face grows hot as seconds continue to tick by, and you’re taken aback as chan suddenly stands up, flipping you both around and throwing you onto the bed before he leans over you, leaning down beside your ear as you felt chills run down your body. your heart shatters even more when he whispers:

“happy valentines day, baby.”

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ⓒ lvlystars

[dadsdaugther]

me being desperate to cuddle with Dino lol 🦖🥺🩷

[milton-dammers]

Another version of the DVD Love and a .45, unfortunately I don't speak German, But I bought it for so many pictures of Dinosaur Bob!

[ablogtocheck]

Cuties.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(I may send in a few more requests for Dino squad as well-)

what about in the Dino squad a reader who is a Compsognathus (one of if not the smallest dinosaurs) who has hidden from everyone that they are anything less then human, and don’t know about the other Dino kids either? I’m thinking they were at the beach that day as well but at a different time then the others

Ahaha, yes! Let's see what I can whip up for ya:

You aren't sure what your life had come to.

You'd been with your biology class on a fieldtrip, down by the beach, and somehow, someway, it turned into something a lot more than just a quick trip to the shore.

Because by the time you'd gotten home, you discovered you could turn into something new. Something impossible to be.

A dinosaur.

A small one, a Compsognathus, but a dinosaur nonetheless.

It was... insane.

Scary.

It started to become worse when other dinosaurs started popping up.

And they were a LOT bigger than you.

So, with all the reasoning you had, you kept hidden. No need to reveal yourself and possibly get eaten, right? Nope, not you.

The situation died back a bit, things going back to a weird, settled normal... Yet somehow that didn't last, either...

They saw you.

There were a few of them, fighting mutated plant thingies, and you'd been helping on the sidelines, guiding animals to safety, when you crossed paths with the carnosaur. It locked eyes with you for a moment, then something burst inside your mind:

There's another one?!

That caught the attention of the other dinosaurs, who came thundering over, all tall and imposing. You took the opportunity to dart between their feet, aiming to escape into the streets.

Woah, woah, WAIT!

We're like you!

You ignored whatever the h*ck was grating at your thoughts, letting your feet carry you swiftly to safety. The rest of the night, you slept in a curled-up ball, hidden amongst your blankets, trying to keep your fears at bay...

After that incident, the dinosaurs always seemed to be looking for you.

Well...

Dino you.

And your classmates seemed a little rattled in class. The class was full of odd, strange kids, but these five tended to stick together no matter what. But something seemed to have excited them, because now they were talking with others in class, asking questions, listening to the biology teacher, who only sighed at their antics and told them to be careful.

They ended up talking with you.

You had Lance, a team leader of sorts, into sports, and always wearing shades of brown and black and red. A cool guy, but a little intense.

You had Fred, large and adept with plants, who enjoyed working at animal shelters and helping strays, in overalls and camo. Sweet, and didn't tolerate bullying at all.

You had Wanda, stoic, unstoppable, and dressed in red. She put any person to shame in the intimidating apartment. A twin, but the older, more scary, of the two. She tended to study medicinal plants and animals.

You had Pietro, fast, loud, talkative Pietro. Never seen without pale blues or greens, with a white shirt or blouse, he was someone who was quite popular with the school. He was also a bit of a diva. Wanda's twin, the ... less scary... one. He knew how to talk with people, how to make them feel welcome.

And there was Todd, or Toad, as people called him. Short, long legs, shaggy hair, and always wearing green. The guy loved amphibians, wore bracelets, and seemed pretty chill. Not too bad to round the whole group out.

You weren't sure how you caught the attention of all five of them. To be fair, you don't think they knew either.

Asking how long you'd been in the class, what animals and/or plants you enjoyed, what you thought might help the environment... Basic questions. Until they weren't.

"So, you remember that field trip awhile back, right? Went down to the beach, note the environment, clean up anything hazardous... Teach says you also happened to be there. Which group were you assigned?"

"I was... assigned to your group, actually. I just, hung back a bit. Stuck closer to the shoreline."

That seems to cause a ripple effect amongst them, some unspoken agreement.

"So... did Teach tell you anything about how to earn extra credit?"

"No...?"

"It's quite simple: You join up with one of the class groups, and we do a presentation on one of the prehistoric creatures who they've mentioned. We already have one in mind, if you're game."

"Sure! Sounds good."

"Okay. How does a ... Compsognathus, sound?"

And suddenly you believe your secret isn't so secret anymore.

[the-keep-under-gresit]

I finally remembered who Olrox's design sort of resembled...

And it's f-ing Victor Veloci from DinoSquad!!! 🤣🤣

[cretaceous-if]

based on the most recent ask, if the baby T-Rex’s didn’t imprint on the mc, do they still sort of trust them? or is tjr mc just seen as someone who brings them food and stuff?

For the older T-Rex, they were already four when mc joined and would now be about 16 which would make them roughly full-sized. While these guys are actually thought to have an intelligence comparable to chimpanzees or monkeys, meaning they could probably easily associate you with the person that means they’re about to be fed, in no way, shape, or form would they spare you if you were in front of them. You’d make a nice dino snack.

The two babies that imprinted on you would likely have more trust towards you. Like how lions or other predator species who have been hand reared are often quite affectionate towards their human. However, I wouldn’t necessarily trust them with your life once they reached sexual maturity. For the sake of the IF, we’ll say that you could probably still have a cuddle with them, but in real life…they’d probably kill you but it might not be entirely on purpose. It might be roughhousing or play fighting or you accidentally doing something to trigger a predatory response. And that’s just in the case that T-Rex would behave like modern predators. But I think it’s safe to say that you’d need to be very careful around your 40ft, 8-9 ton dino-puppies.

Similar to how Owen Grady from Jurassic World had some leeway with the raptors because they know him and imprinted on him, but he didn’t actually trust them not to eat everyone all that much.