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godofdystopia · 3 years ago

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Sashannarcy Week Day 4: Crossover

Thanks again to @phrogfrommars for hosting this Sashannarcy week.

This entry was both easier and harder than I thought it would be. It was easier because I was already planning to write this but lacked the motivation to actually write it till now. It was harder because after writing it I realized two things.

1. This was entirely based off of a Jeep Ad for Jurassic World and I didn’t even know it till i was three paragraphs in.

2. I probably could have done more with this since I failed to remember that one of the villains of Jurassic World is named Henry Wu until I was three lines away from being done. Also, I need to watch Camp Cretaceous, it would help with writing this in the future.

Either way, I desperately wanted a story about the Calamity Trio trying to adopt a dinosaur and since no one else would probably write it I decided to do it myself.

Also some unsubtle criticisms of Jurassic World: Dominion so like, extremely minor spoilers for that movie but nothing that would spoil the general plot or ending, just the vibe and feel of the movie is all.

Please enjoy. And remember: the Carnotaurus is the greatest dinosaur.

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It was yet another quiet night at the Waybright-Boonchuy-Wu household.

Marcy was off getting groceries and so Sasha and Anne were left to hold down the fort. Currently, the two women were cuddled up on the couch wearing comfortable pajamas as they watched the tv. Some random channel was on in the background, Sasha thinks it was the news, but it was on an ad break and so they just talked about their days

Well, Sasha didn’t talk because Anne was too busy excitedly talking about the changes that the Aquarium was going under.

“Still can’t believe they actually found some, but I'm not going to complain! Actual Amphibians from the cretaceous period Sash! It’s amazing, I get to learn so much about them now!”

“I’m still mostly excited about the Mosasaur you guys are getting. I always liked that show at Jurassic World back when we went.” Sasha explained as she cuddled her wife.

She remembered that trip well: Her, Marcy, and Anne had saved up enough money to stay there for a week, and they lived it up at Jurassic World. Marcy had info-dumped endlessly about the various dinosaurs they saw about, Anne got to pet a triceratops, and Sasha herself had watched a T-rex hunt down a goat and eat it in front of her.

The girls hadn’t been too happy about that, but Sasha still thought of it as the second biggest highlight of her time there. The first being the many makeout sesh’s they’d all had about the place.

Anne looked up quizzically as Sasha began chuckling, a small blush lighting up her cheeks as she did so.

“Something funny?” She asked, looking at the blushing blonde with an eyebrow raised.

“Just remembering some things, don’t worry about it.” Sasha waved away the question, trying to fight down her blush and think of a way to change the subject. “Saw Humphrey today, you’ll never guess what he was doing!”

Anne Hmm’d while Sasha, giddy with excitement, went on “He was sitting on a park bench and, you know, I thought he was feeding ducks but no! He was sitting there, a giant bag of beef jerky in his hands, and he was feeding a bunch of Compy’s!”

Anne blinked, thought about the tiny old man feeding tinier carnivores and started laughing.

“He knows those things will strip him down to bones in like, two minutes tops right?”

“Who cares, it was hilarious!” Sasha was laughing harder now. “The funniest thing was when this big Pteranodon looking thing swooped down and just grabbed a strip right out of the air before any of the Compy’s could. I swear I've never seen lizards look so depressed.”

Anne and Sasha laughed a bit before the sound of the news coming back on turned their attention back to the tv.

“...The dinosaurs are still rampaging across the world. People are coming to deal with adapting to a world with them in many different ways though it’s a very hard transition. From ranchers complaining about velociraptors eating their herds to trains derailed from migrating stegosaurus, from airplanes taken down by Quetzalcoatl's to cruise liners swimming with mosasaurs, the world is certainly a lot rowdier than it was before the change.”

The news anchor looked down at her notes, frowned, and lifted them up to squint at them a bit. She sighed and looked annoyed.

“But enough about that, apparently. Because we have word of some rather large bugs in the Midwest and we’re going to divert the rest of our news cycle towards that. Yes, it’s not as interesting as Dinosaurs in Manhattan but apparently that’s what we’re going with.”

From behind the camera, Sasha and Anne could hear someone saying “That’s not what we wrote on the notes.”

“No it’s not.” The anchor admitted. “Because people want to hear about dinosaurs in our modern world. They don’t want to listen to someone talk about giant bugs for two hours when there are dinosaurs roaming the earth now!”

“Just talk about the bugs, Lauren!”

The anchor threw down her notes and shouted “A Triceratops tore through my car cause it thought it was challenging her and you want me to talk about some damn BUG-”

The feed cut off, the ‘Technical Difficulties’ sign going up on the screen as Sasha and Anne just stared at the static image.

“Soo… bugs, what do you think that was about?” Anne asked her wife.

Sasha just stared at her. “Anne, you were literally screaming about how you get to ‘Swim on the back of the Loch Ness Monster’ at work in a week and you want to talk about bugs?”

“Okay, fair.” Anne said with a pout. “Like, they promised they were going to go in deep about how Dinosaurs are playing havoc on the ecosystem. But now they want to talk about bugs?”

Sasha just rubbed her wife’s back. “Perhaps they’re very big bugs?”

Anne just stared.

Sasha sighed, defeated. “Yeah, okay. I know bugs aren’t as interesting as Dinosaurs in our modern world now. Was just trying to cut them some slack.”

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, just cuddling up and waiting for their wife to come home so they could hug her too.

The sound of the door being slammed open startled Anne and Sasha out of both their conversation and their cuddle.

“GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS, You will not BELIEVE what just happened! Come here, Come here, Come here!” Marcy’s overly excited shouting drew them off the couch.

“Marcy? Marcy, what’s going on?” Sasha asked as they both walked over towards the doorway.

“Yeah marbles, what’s-” Anne’s question died off with a strangled whimper as she saw exactly what her and Sasha’s wife wanted them to see.

Marcy was standing there, proud as can be, holding a massive Great Dane sized dinosaur in her arms which squirmed and thrashed about. Marcy was covered in scratches, with a few still bleeding as the massive thing in her arms roared and cried.

It was a deep red, with a light tan belly, and it looked like a t-rex but with horns. It had a blunter head, and even tinier arms than a newborn baby. Every time it roared they could see sharp little needle-like teeth that looked like, when fully grown, would be able to tear through a car.

“What the fuck is that!?” Sasha screamed out as she thrust an arm in front of Anne, who just looked shocked at the screaming dinosaur.

“It’s a Carnotaurus!” Marcy said cheerily, the reptilian beast in her arms screaming up a storm as it thrashed about like an eel. Its massive hind legs tore through the air over and over as its clawed toes went up and down. “I saved him and…” She looked at Sasha and Anne, took in their appearance, and frowned. “Did you guys start the cuddle sesh without me?”

“What is it doing in our house!?” Anne screeched, not liking the look of those teeth at all.

“I rescued him!” Marcy tried to hold up the Carnotaurus baby proudly, but it weighed half a ton and she wasn’t the strongest person. She ended up falling to her knees and bringing the carnivorous dinosaur with her. With his feet firmly on the ground, he stopped thrashing about, but kept roaring and screaming.

“A bunch of people from BioSyn came and took his parents away. The poor little guy was left behind and he just looked so lonely that I couldn't help but save him! You should’ve seen how he looked at me, he was so sad!”

“He was probably sizing you up for dinner, Marcy! That thing is a wild predator.” Sasha yelled, gesturing at the still screaming carnotaurus wildly.

“Wrong! He looked at me with such big ol’ eyes that I knew he wanted me to take him to safety. You know you can’t trust those BioSyn guys anyway.” Marcy said firmly, holding the carnotaurus to her chest and making cooing sounds to try and calm him down. Amazingly, it appeared to work.

“They have a giant reserve in the Alps or something, they can take care of him there.” Anne said, keeping at least one eye on the creature.

“It’s in the Italian mountains actually, but that’s not the point!” Marcy pouted. “We don’t even know if he’ll find his parents there and the other dinosaurs will be mean to him without parents. But here we can keep him safe and warm and fed and not eaten by a T-rex.”

All throughout, Anne slowly detangled herself from Sasha and reached into a pocket to take out her cell phone.

“I’m calling BioSyn, they’ll take him to Sanctuary and-”

“NOO!” Marcy curled herself around the dinosaur, looking at her wives with tears in her eyes. “You can’t take Chomper away!”

“He’s a wild animal Marcy! He’ll- wait, Chomper?” Sasha just looked bewildered, looking between Marcy and the Carnotaurus.

“From the Land Before Time.” Marcy said, holding the now named Chomper tightly. She looked at them pleadingly. “C'mon, can you really say no to this cutie?” She grabbed both sides of Chompers head and angled it towards Sasha and Anne, his yellow reptilian eyes sizing the two of them up before deciding they weren’t edible, or not worth the effort ot make them edible.

“Marcy, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Anne tried to explain, still angling herself away from the carnivore who was starting to calm down at least.

“Well, I-” Sasha began, only to be cut off.

“Think of it like we’re adopting a kid! A big, scaly, carnivorous kid! Please, for me?”

Marcy then did something that Anne and Sasha thought was not fair at all: She looked at them with such big pleading eyes, her lip quivered, and it looked like she was close to tears.

Sasha and Anne stopped listening, in fact they could not hear anything else she was saying because the minute Marcy said ‘adopting a kid,’ their minds got stuck in a permanent loop of thinking about them and Marcy having kids. Seeing Marcy look at them with such an adorable expression just added to the torment.

It’d… if they kept the Carnivore for a bit, it would almost be like a practice run, right? They’d keep him, learn how to take care of something younger than them, and they’d have a better idea of how to take care of their own kids once they had them.

The justifications were flimsy as hell, but right now none of them cared enough to question. They tried, they really did, to stay strong. But against such adorableness what could one do?

Anne wrapped her arms around Marcy, hugging the girl to her chest. Sasha came and did the same, the three wives hugging each other in the doorway. Chomper the Carnotaurus looked at the scene, cocked his horned head to the side, and then leapt at them with a yelp.

The three women fell to the ground with the young Carnotaurus baby on top of them, he rested his head on their chests and looked at them, sticking his tongue out with a ‘blep’ as he did so.

Anne and Sasha refused to admit that they found the action cute.

“Alright Marcy, we won’t call BioSyn.” Anne said gently, though her voice was straining from what felt like half a ton of Carnotaurus baby on top of her.

“Yet.” Sasha said, glaring at the dinosaur. She did not like him.

“Yesss!” Marcy cheered, hugging all three of them to her and squealing happily. “ I promise, you won’t regret this at all!”

Anne figured that she would realize before the week was out that trying to keep a wild animal that could grow large enough to eat horses in a single bite wasn’t a good idea.

Chomper wouldn’t be staying with them long.

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Months Later…

Sasha always loved driving down the freeway, and now that she’s married she loves it even more. Anne next to her, Marcy leaning forward so she’s in the middle, it’s all perfect. Her red convertible cruising down the coastline, the girls heading out to go to a convention that Marcy had in a different city and they’d packed to turn it into a vacation as a family.

“RAAAWR!” Chomper, the great dane sized Carnotaurus calf roared out happily as he leaned his horned head off the side of the car. HIs tongue wagged in the wind as the massive juvenile carnivore enjoyed the car ride as much as his moms did. He had on a purple collar with his name tag attached, a bright white metal one shaped like a bone, to a harness around his body as just wearing the collar during walks caused him to ignore it entirely and run off towards whatever he happened to see.

Sasha hated that she found the big idiot to be cute, especially since he was still growing his teeth and so bit everything. And yet cute he was. He acted like a giant puppy, albeit one who needed to be fed whole roasted chickens and marked his territory by scratching his growing horns against anything till it left massive gouges. He slept at the end of their bed, went for walks at the park although the girls had to jog and sometimes sprint to keep up with him, he would rush over and knock them to the floor in excitement whenever they got home, and he sometimes woke up the neighborhood because he heard something outside and decided to roar loud enough to shatter the windows. He really was just a giant kid who could knock over a tree if he headbutted them.

PetSmart still wouldn’t let them ever return.

Marcy ran her hand down Chomper’s back, the big dinosaur rumbling with contentment while Anne filed his claws to try and make them less deadly. As much as they all loved him, he could do with less deadly weapons at the end of his limbs.

“We need to schedule a vet appointment for Chomper when we get back.” Anne said as she blunted the ends of his claws to an acceptably non fatal size.

“Again, I don't think there’s a vet around who knows how to treat dinosaurs and wont rat us out to the feds for keeping one in our house.” Sasha said as she felt the wind rush through her hair. It’d need to be cut before long but with trying to take care of Chomper, she hadn’t found the time.

“We could try and swing by Dr. Jan’s again, she and Terri love him.” Anne replied as she finished up grooming the big carnivore. Chomper flexed his clawed feet before snuggling back down on the car seat, his tail wagging back and forth and almost knocking Sasha and Marcy in the heads.

Anne giggled as she saw him do so. “Someone’s excited to see Auntie Jan again. Do you want to see Jan again, huh? Do ya?”

Chomper roared happily, his whole body shaking with excitement at the thought. Sasha had to swerve to keep the car under control but ended up laughing along with her wife.

Laughter that ended as they heard Marcy simply say “Told you you wouldn’t regret this.”

Anne and Sasha stopped laughing at their wife’s words, just staring at the dashboard as they both sat in silence. Chomper decided to break the awkward silence by panting happily as he stared across the coast at a pod of Plesiosaurs who’d just breached the water and were swimming merrily by a passing cruise ship.

Sasha and Anne could feel Marcy’s smug look, their wife looking like Christmas had come early.

“Alright, fine. I’m glad we didn't call BioSyn on the big idiot, okay?” Sasha said exasperatedly, groaning as Chomper leaned his head over Marcy to lick her face. Sasha refused to admit she found the action endearing.

Marcy continued to look smug as she chuckled, reaching up to pet the top of Chomper's scaled head. He nuzzled against her hand and Anne reached back to scratch underneath his chin.

He was indeed cute.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #sashannarcy #sashannarcy week #sashannarcy week 2022 #carnotaurus #jurassic world #jurassic world: dominion #not as much Sashannarcy in this one i'm afraid #but i've had this idea in my head since forever #so darn it i'll write it

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bunathebunny · 4 years ago

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slippage

Three uninvited guests drop in on a nice morning

Warning: Sex being mentioned

Yeah so, this is a crack fic. Enjoy!

AO3 version here!

Magic calls to magic. Which is something Marinette has always known.

The thing she does not know is how she can feel Tikki's own brand, life and creation, pulsing from someone bearing her face. Neither is there time for an explanation for the sudden appearance of the familiar faces before blades are unsheathed and escrima sticks brandished.

Except, their uninvited guests stare at them. Dumbfounded.

And then the other Marinette blooms a brilliant shade of red. Then she shrieks like a banshee, hands flying up to cover her eyes.

Marinette promptly remembers where she is and what she did last night. A glance down confirms her state of dress and she immediately moves to yank the blanket up and smother herself with a pillow, one that smells very much strongly of her bed partners.

Other Marinette's shrieking has died down into tiny whimpers and there is a rustling of the sheets just beside her. And then, a clanging of metal that is followed up by choked whimpers that sounds very much like Dick's.

“Oh my god,” other Dick, and Marinette knows it is the other Dick because her Dick is doing something that involves a lot of rustling of clothes and grumbling and cursing beside her, whispers, sounding almost horrified judging by his tone, “I sleep with Deathstroke.”

Dick makes a series of choking noises that sound like laughter as he pushes a bunched up something into her arms and Marinette can almost feel the judgmental stare from other her. Except other her probably still has not uncovered her eyes so… judgemental vibe then.

“Sorry, I can’t find your clothes so you will have to make do with that,” he says, nudging her shoulder gently until his tone adopts a piercing sharpness, “Slade, put some clothes on! You’re scaring the kids.”

Marinette is very sure that the other her is not a kid and neither is other Dick. And other Deathstroke is certainly not a kid.

But all of those? So not her problem.

Dick can handle them while she makes herself decent. No need to traumatize their uninvited guests any further.

Getting dressed under a blanket is hard but with lots of wriggling, Marinette manages it. The shirt is big, bigger that Dick’s would be and Marinette has to be very careful or it would slip and no one would want that now, would they?

She finally achieves her goal of making herself at least decent, which translated to not naked which is not that much but at this point, Marinette is not picky. What greets her when she abandons the blanket is Dick reenacting the scene with the velociraptors, except it is not dinosaurs that he is keeping at bay but rather two Deathstrokes, one armed and one is still naked. Like as naked as a babe.

All the while other Dick seems to be stuck in bluescreen. She can almost see the "Error: Dick.exe stops working" and the likes flitting across his face.

Suddenly, this whole thing seems surreal. Like maybe Marinette bang her head on something and all of these are just hallucinations.

Except… Well, there are evidences about time travel. And of course, dimensional slippage as well.

The Justice League dealt with those in the past. Marinette herself even got involved in time-related stuffs before as well.

So yeah, not hallucinating. Unfortunately...

“Is everyone decent?” other her squeaks and really, it is a bit adorable. Maybe other Marinette is a bit younger than her, and she still has that wide-eyed innocence.

Deciding to save her younger self's innocence, Marinette drags the blanket with her as she approaches the embarrassed young woman. Thankfully, the blanket is big enough to act as a curtain to hide her eyes from the things happening on the other side.

"You, are going to get dress," Dick, ever the leader, orders, pointing Slade toward the bathroom before turning to the armed Deathstroke, "And you, are going to sit down and then, we will talk."

It is a good plan - talk first, fight, if that happens, later. And really, it is nice to have someone stand up to bark out directions rather than do it herself.

She leaves it to Dick to play host and set out to whip up something for their guests and themselves too. Preferably something quick and easy to consume.

Which is why she has a dozen or so nutrient bars and bottles of water as she goes on her way to join their, hopefully, delightful discussion. This is not her place but it would be such a shame that they have to torch this place if someone leaves some questionable stains of the furniture.

What greets her is an air that screams of awkwardness as other her seems to be trying to melt into the couch, keeping her distance from other Dick, who sits between other her and the now unmasked Deathstroke, seemingly still in a dazed. The other Slade is glowering at his doppelganger, looking like he would rather be anywhere but here while Dick is trying to bait other her into a conversation, all friendly smiles and sweet words as he tries to ease her concern.

"I come bearing snacks," she announces, sweeping toward the coffee table and distributing her findings on it, "Found them in the fridge and someone needs to restock their pantry."

Dick shrugs off her glare like a duck shrugging off water poured over its head. Typical of him when there is something vaguely mission-related on the table.

Next time they fuck and there is no snacks left, she will be sure to add a "told you so". And she is sure she will take so much delight in saying those three words.

For now, however, she sits down next to Dick and squints at their guests. It occurs to her that they are basically mirroring the sitting order of their doppelgangers.

"So, are we looking at time travel or dimensional travel?"

Either way, it is going to be a fucking pain.

#maribat #sladicknette #yeah i use that tag for the ship #welcome back my guilty pleasure ship #i miss this #feeling like im on crack

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pythonteeth · 9 months ago

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OK HIEEEE

tags from @facelessmaniac on their AMAZING art of Kotetsu

Her favorite dinosaur is the Velociraptor and her favorite color is is the muted purplish red her favorite juice is white grape juice she loves rabbits and desperately wants a pet rabbit but the answer is NO (at least until she hits 12 then shizuo surprises her anyway despite izaya still maintaining a solid 'no' on the subject) She does inherit Shizuo's strength and SOME of his temper, but she's much better at managing frustration (this is actually THANKS to shizuo and also izaya)

Oh also just in case I need to be very clear, my Izaya is ALWAYS ftm-nonbinary, I flip flop on Shizuo every so often but he is also always some flavor of trans in my head. In this particular one he's nonbinary but has a full time job so he's not worried about all that rn yfm

I don't want to clog the entire dash so I'll throw the rest under the cut :3

The CoParenting with Izaya Orihara au completely overturns the spin off series BUT I named it this particular way because of the spin offs. I wanted it to have a similar vibe but an obviously different timeline!

I did a little bit of number crunching based off of Izaya's stabbing, since I'm pretty sure it's the last solid date we get in the main series. So if we assume that Izaya on or around his birthday hooked up with Shizuo at some point and then later got stabbed. Hospital, and then into Ketsu and the final curtain arc.

I'M ALSO slowly but surely chipping away at a fic for this, fine details and all that, as it's been slowly gaining interest since I started doodling it every so often. :3

oh oh bonus! I had help deciding on her name from a friend of mine on twitter! (check out his merch and etsy store btw for shizaya stuff!!!!)

Orihara Kotetsu / 折原虎鉄虎 - tiger 鉄 -iron/blades

we were chatting about it and tbqh I fell in LOVE with this particular suggestion from him

Anyway, by the time the final curtain arc happens and Izaya wakes up out of Tokyo he'd find out he's being given the option to move forward or terminate the initial pregnancy, he'd be about 6-8 weeks in, give or take an extra week. This would be the earliest possible sign, and truthfully despite all of the bodily trauma it's early enough on that it could really go either way for him if he decides to move forward.

Which, he does. Inexplicably. As in he can't really say for himself why he decides to keep her, something something "I can do it right this time" maybe. (snippet from the co-parenting fic draft)

In the fic I'm hinting at the beginnings of Sunset HOWEVER, the events change and ultimately he and Sozoro move into a more underground role in his work. i really wanted to work himari and haruto into this au but I have a slightly different one where instead he and shizuo coparent THEM instead of Izaya having Kotetsu so don't worry there's more than one! in fact, the initial beginnings of sunset are what instead implore him to start reaching out to shizuo (albeit anonymously) about their daughter

Over the course of each trimester he sends Shizuo physical copies of ultrasounds yada yada, all anonymously as well. He still has that PTSD response, and he's still in a wheel chair. The final fight was a lot for him, it will always be a lot for him. But fuck he can't keep this child from Shizuo forever. he doesn't want to. In a perfect world this all went so differently.

But then she's born! and she's beautiful and Izaya knows that Shizuo's hair isn't naturally blond but it's not until he's holding her and he realizes "oh he's not blonde. I've never seen his natural hair before." and when Kotetsu's hair starts growing Izaya wonders if she got Shizuo's natural hair color, it's lighter than Mairu and Kururi's hair. It's just him and Sozoro and this baby and then Nec comes into the picture as a sort of secretary (this will be detailed in the fic)

Izaya continues to send Shizuo anonymous updates, the day she's born he sends one of those "congrats you're the father!" type cards something something Shizuo has started to look for them himself at this point.

EVENTUALLY he finds a way to contact Izaya back, and Kotetsu is roughly 6 months old when he finally does, to which Izaya concedes and reveals a location but remember he's still dealing with his trauma both physical and mental from the final fight. he's a bit better off and can walk a bit but still largely needs his chair if they're going out of the house. it will be good for kotetsu's other father to be in the picture!

They do not get together right away, tbh. It's probably the second slowest of burns I'm writing, but I can't smash them together like barbies in this like i'd like. In actuality Shizuo is not able to get close to Izaya at all, Izaya can't even look at him while he's wearing the bartender uniform. He needs to stay completely out of arms reach of Shizuo in order to have a conversation with him for the first few months. The closest they get is when Shizuo passes Kotetsu over to him before stepping back to make him feel safer.

It's really uh HARD and very hurt/comfort of me, but it is a slow burn where Izaya does pursue physical therapy if only for the sake of his daughter and finally they settle somewhere outside of Tokyo. Shizuo is not willing to leave his daughter behind so he stays nearby, eventually just moving in and slowly. Very slowly they get to a point where they are softly together.

Kotetsu inherits Shizuo's strength around 7/8 years old. Literally only finding out because they're trying to go somewhere and she's looking for her bunny stuffy (Mr. Usagi, btw. He's the first gift Shizuo was able to give her)

this is an unfinished comic of the moment

eventually izaya is at a point where he can use his cane more than the chair but there are still bad days where he needs his chair, so they never really get rid of it.

oof this has gotten so so sosososososososososo long and now I'm feeling shy again BUT please feel free to ask any and all questions about this particular au it's in my top 3 favorites of ones I've made. (the other 2 are pet sematary/see you on the other side + saika possession which I have mainly imagined in my noggin if ur curious)

I'm also still working on compiling things and making ACTUAL reference sheets for some of my characters + aus so that they're a little easier to find and read up on :')

Thank u everyone for ur interest in Coparenting with Izaya Orihara its uh...really personal to me specifically and definitely the closest one to my heart.

further art of her and some little comics can be found HERE on my art blog and my asks are open here and on my art blog if anyone has any questions :)!

Going to yap Abt kotetsu & co-parenting au today so watch out

#kotetsu #coparenting with izaya orihara #i will prolly rb this to my artblog as well <3 #my stuff

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years ago

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Yess jurassic park 🙌 my favorite past time is watching with my fiancé and randomly yelling "quick what dinosaur is that" because he was a dinosaur kid. 😂

It’s one of my favorite movie series! It always has been. I love the books as well. They get much more into the science of everything. The new animated series on Netflix, Camp Cretaceous, is really good too! And the phone game, Jurassic World Alive, is so fun to play. It’s like Pokemon Go but for dinosaurs!!!

Also, here are the movies in order from best to worst even though nobody asked for my opinion (I just wanted to talk about them):

First Place - Jurassic Park

Obviously. The original is almost always the best. It’s a classic with great casting, acting, and practical effects. Rexy is b-e-a-utiful!

Though I’m a little angry at the fictionalization of the Dilophosaurus and misinterpretation of the Velociraptor. The velociraptors in the movie look more like a Utahraptor (my favorite in the genus). But I’m not that mad about it. I can forgive those things because it’s still such an amazing movie.

Second Place - The Lost World: Jurassic Park

The end sequence isn’t my favorite. It’s so dumb. But I tolerate it for everything up to that point, especially actors Jeff Goldblum and Pete Postlethwaite (RIP). And there are double the T-Rexes, so what’s not to love? Plus, there’s an adorable baby rex.

And the scene with all the cars driving into the herd astounded child me.

Third Place - Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

I appreciate the horroresque vibe. And there was an Allosaurus and a Baryonyx! I love them!

I also love how there were a lot more practical effects in this one compared to Jurassic World; especially the T-rex and Blue scene in the cargo boat. It made it so much more real since they were touching the creatures.

I could go without the ‘cloning people’ aspect. Dealing with dinosaurs was plenty for the series. And the whole ‘nephew is actually a villain’ was so predictable and already in The Lost World.

Fourth Place - Jurassic World

I loved the final battle and a few scenes here and there, but overall, I was left just questioning the decisions of the scriptwriters. I didn’t care about those two kids. I don’t want to hear about their parents divorcing. Why is that even in there? It adds nothing!

Also, the whole scene of the Indominus breaking out doesn’t make sense. The claw marks on the wall, when Owen noticed them, weren’t deep enough for the Indominus to actually get any gripping to climb out. Her claws didn’t penetrate the concrete. They were just scratches. Taking five seconds to think about it would have let them realize that. And why didn’t Clare call for the Indominus’s locator/tracker to be checked before leaving the area? That’s literally the first thing someone should do!

Fifth Place - Jurassic Park III

Listen, I have such a love-hate relationship with this movie. I loved it as a kid. Then my brain developed, and I realized how bad it was. All it is is characters running from point A to point B, then running from point B to point C. And all the screaming is so annoying.

The entire raptor subplot is just... what? Yeah, paleontologists believe velociraptors were smart- about the same as a modern-day dog. Dogs are smart. But they don’t have these ‘let’s set a trap to catch the humans’ genius-level brain. They don’t work that way. And hunting the humans, then not attacking and killing them once they got their eggs back, just doesn’t work either.

It’s only in my good graces because of the Spinosaurus (even though the design is out of date and there is simply no way one could beat a T-Rex, no way).

I wish they did more with pterosaurs through the series. There was the ‘bird cage’ scene in the third and some in the Jurassic World, but there are so many cool pterosaurs they could have added! Like the Quetzalcoatlus! I love them! I would love one as a pet. I mean, who wouldn’t want a giant flying reptile the size of a small plane?

So many of them have amazing skull crests too! Tropeognathus? Odd bills but that’s their charm! Caupedactylus? Gorgeous and colorful crest! Dsungaripterus weii? It had an upturned jaws! Tupandactylus imperator? Full crest undoubtedly remarkable to see in flight!

I would love to see movies, video games, comics, whathaveyou use different dinosaurs, pterosaurs, and megafauna/extinct animals rather than the same ones we see repeatedly, especially since most aren’t even accurate! If you’re going to use velociraptors, please, for the love of God, research what they were actually like! And there are so many cool megafauna that’s not a wholly mammoth or a Smilodon. Those have been done to death.

#ignore my rambling #dinosaurs!#jurassic park #long post #asks #anon

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panda-noosh · 6 years ago

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reanimated stars {Sokka x Reader}

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Summary: Sokka struggles to impress you.

Genre: fluff, sprinkle of angst

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“Hey! Do you wanna fight?”

Those were the first words Sokka ever said to you.

Your head snapped up, glasses slipping down your nose with the sudden movement. Around you, the storage room came back into motion. You could hear the grunts and hisses of the other people fighting in the background, the slam of bodies against mats, could smell the sweat and the warm air.

You immediately hated him for dragging you back to this hell hole.

You'd seen Sokka around, of course. The arrival of him and his group had been all anyone spoke about these past few weeks, but you never indulged. Quite frankly, you didn't really care. Having the Avatar under the same roof as you was cool when you thought about it, but you weren't about to destroy your entire routine just to impress them.

So you stayed out of their way.

Aang, Toph and Katara seemed fine with these arrangements; you were fairly certain they didn't even know your name. However, Sokka was a different story. The social butterfly of the group, clearly he didn't like the idea of leaving anyone out of his social graces.

He stood over you now, a grin on his face.

“No thank you.”

The grin faded.

You looked back at your book, tucking your head into the crook of your elbow so you could read the words more comfortably, perhaps block out the violent sounds emitting from the room around you. You were waiting for a training mat to become available so you could get your daily sparring in, had decided to read a little bit whilst you waited.

Sokka continued to stand there, now awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. He played with his fingers; your rejection was not what he'd expected.

You flicked a glance up at him, raising a brow. “You alright?”

“Me?” he started. “Yeah, I'm fine. Really good. Fine. I was just – I was told this was the sparring room.”

You paused. “That it is.”

“So I came in here to spar,” he continued, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “But I don't have a partner.”

“You should probably find one.”

He pursed his lips. “Right.”

You waited a moment longer, continuing to stare at him. This was the moment you expected him to move, the moment any normal person would have taken the hint and left you to your own devices.

But Sokka wasn't like that.

He scratched the back of his neck once more before finally settling down on the chair in front of you. Perhaps it was instinct – a complete stranger getting comfortable with you, it was something you weren't entirely used to. You jerked back, pulling your book into your chest as you regarded the new-comer with narrowed eyes.

He looked down at the rough, wooden table, scraping his nail along the edge to rid it of splinters. “I'm Sokka.”

“I know.”

“You are?”

“Y/N.” Why were you telling him your name?

He smiled softly. “That's a nice name. I expected something like. . . like Velociraptor or something.”

You raised a brow. “Why?”

He shrugged. “The people around here just look like they should have tough names. 'Cause they fight all the time, don't they?”

You paused, trying to deduce whether he was kidding or not. He was a new-comer at the end of the day – you couldn't exactly blame him for thinking you and your people were all hostile. Your base, settled in the underground, didn't exactly give off a very welcoming vibe. The smoke that billowed the area from the amount of smokers in the group was almost suffocating. You couldn't speak to anyone who didn't have bruised knuckles, because there was no one like that. The place you called home was a place meant to protect, a place meant to train and gear people up for battle against the Fire Nation.

But you weren't all bad.

You, for instance, would much rather curl up with a book and read than fight the people you'd grown to call family; sparring was just a part of keeping yourself safe, but it hadn't morphed your personality. It was just a thing you felt like you had to do to stay alive.

Sokka flicked his eyes up when you didn't respond to his assumptions. He didn't look apologetic, simply confused that you hadn't answered. “Do you prefer hand-to-hand combat or weaponry?”

He was changing subjects so fast. He really was making an effort to keep the conversation flowing – you didn't even know him.

“Hand-to-hand,” you replied cautiously.

Sokka's eyes flicked down to your knuckles, where bruises from yesterday were still healing. “Are you good at it?”

“I've been doing it for a few years, so I know a thing or two.”

“Could you show me a thing or two?”

You laughed. Sokka did not join you.

You froze, staring at him with slightly widened eyes – again, it was another moment where you weren't entirely sure if he was being serious or not. He was part of the Avatar's crew. He was friends with the boy who was destined to save the world, and he was asking you for help?

“I'm serious,” said Sokka, as if reading your confused thoughts. “Toph is still healing. I have nothing better to do.”

“I'm probably not the best person to be teaching you anything,” you replied, already getting ready to stand up and leave, just as you should have done the very moment Sokka sat down.

“What's that supposed to mean?” He followed after you, trying to reach for your wrist but the moment he decided against it was written clear on his face; he caught the snarl beginning to take shape and wisely flinched his hand back. “Okay, well, just explain to me-”

“I'm not qualified.” You nodded towards Adrianna, dressed in just a sports bra and sweatpants, a tiny dab of blood dribbling from her lip as she sparred with a boy from the next bunk over – you weren't sure of his name. Weren't sure of a lot of people. “You're better off asking Adrianna. She knows what she's doing.”

Sokka followed your gaze, frowning once he caught sight of her. Before he could turn back, however, you've already ducked out of his vision and started towards the exit door.

Privileged little land-dweller. Though you didn't know as much about Sokka as you did everyone else on his crew, you knew enough to understand where he came from; the southern water tribe. He probably had a family, friends, a life back home that he left for the thrill of adventure. He'd taken one look at the attention Aang was getting and thought he could hop on for the ride, not even once thinking about what it was he was leaving behind.

The thing so many of your people would have killed to have, he was leaving behind like it was nothing.

You weren't sure why these thoughts clogged your brain. Maybe you'd spent too much with these people. Maybe the smoke-filled air had gotten to you, made you grumpy, made you pessimistic.

Maybe you've just seen too much.

Sokka didn't try coming after you, for which you're grateful. You could forget sparring for the day – just for one day. Tomorrow, you'll work extra hard to make up for it, but whilst the water bender is still there, still insistent on getting your assistance, you'll steer clear.

---

Sokka groaned into his palms.

Well, that was his chance destroyed.

Over and gone in less than ten minutes – you hadn't even given him ten minutes! Usually, Sokka was a professional at winning people over. Give him a single line, a hobby, a conversation topic and he could make anyone putty in his hands.

You'd barely given him the time of day.

Katara sat by his side, knitting away like she always does in the evenings. The tent the soldiers set up for them is relatively big, but not big enough for Sokka's frustration to be hidden from the three people sitting around him. Toph lays in her sleeping bag, awake but barely picking up on anything, whilst Aang was meditating in the corner.

The only one making noise was Sokka, and they were purely noises of frustration.

Katara sighed, always being the first one to break when it came to Sokka's moods. “What's wrong, bud?”

“Why can't people just appreciate my award winning personality?”

Katara froze. Though Sokka had his head buried in his hands, he could tell she was giving Aang the look – raised brows, a slight pout on her face, completely her mother's daughter.

“Uh. . .,” Aang drawled. “Maybe if you elaborated, we could give you an answer.”

“Do you know Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

Sokka perked up, that certainly not being the answer he'd expected. Katara flinched with the speed of which he moved, how he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. “You know Y/N?”

“Well yeah.” Katara shoved him back. “I watched them train a few times. They seem nice.”

“A real book lover,” Aang chimed in. “I don't know how they can stay still for so long.”

“They use up their energy during sparring; you should see them go. I wouldn't want to fight with them for too long.”

Sokka blinked. This was absurd. Utterly and completely absurd; you would talk and bond with his friends but not him? What had he ever done to you? Had he crossed some invisible boundary when he sat down? Did you have something against his hair? Because if that was the case-

“What did Y/N do to you?” Toph asked, her words slurred by the medication still pumping through her.

“Nothing. That's what's bothering me.”

Katara groaned. “Oh my God, Sokka, are you kidding me? You're upset because someone wasn't giving you attention?”

“It wasn't just that!” Sokka defended. “I sat down, and they just completely turned the cold shoulder on me! They got up and walked away!”

“Maybe you just made them uncomfortable,” said Aang, as if this answer would somehow settle Sokka's racing thoughts.

Sokka glared at the meditating boy. Aang peeked an eye open and shrugged.

“I'm just saying. Sometimes you can come on a little bit strong.”

Katara sighed, waving a dismissive hand in Aang's direction as she regarded Sokka. “What exactly did you say?”

Sokka shrugged. “Nothing unusual. I asked them if they would teach me how to spar.”

Katara blinked. “You asked them to teach you?”

“Was that a bad idea?”

“You do realise everyone here only spars because they need to keep themselves alive, don't you?” said Toph. Even in her half-dazed state, she still managed to sound gut wrenchingly judgemental.

Sokka paused. “So. . . It was a bad idea?”

“You probably made it sound like you just wanted a quick fight for the fun of it,” Toph clarified, rolling onto her back. “They don't do that shit around here, Boomerang Boy. They're training for their lives. None of this is a joke to them.”

Sokka's stomach turned – oops. He hadn't really thought of that. At the time, what he'd said didn't seem insensitive, though maybe that was just because he was being ignorant. He thought you looked cute, and that was all the prompting he needed to try and win you over.

“Ah,” was all he could manage.

Aang snickered, having fully given up on his meditation in favour of listening in on Sokka's embarrassment. He lay sprawled across his own sleeping bag, his head resting on his curled knuckles, one leg in the air because Aang was just weird like that.

“You look genuinely upset, buddy,” he said. “Is this one special?”

Sokka flushed. “Isn't it past your bed time?”

Aang burst out laughing. Even Toph joined in, and glancing to the side, Sokka could see his own sister trying to hide her amusement behind the half-finished quilt she was trying to knit.

Sokka grumbled, flopping down onto his sleeping bag and burying his head in the pillows – this day could not have gone any worse, and it was entirely his fault. If he'd just stopped to think about what he was doing, he would have been able to figure out – or even learn – just who it was he was speaking to.

But now he'd ruined every chance he once thought he'd had.

---

The next day, Sokka was nowhere to be found, and for that, you were grateful.

You strode into the sparring room earlier than usual, shoulders drawn back. Hardly anyone was present, meaning you had the perfect chance to stretch your muscles out before Adrianna arrived.

You picked the mat at the far end of the room and started stretching. You remembered Sokka's words from the day previous, remembered his face, his shoulders, the confidence that bore off him even though he had absolutely no reason to be – yes, he had a pretty face and a dazzling smile, but how confident can a man really be when he doesn't even know the place he's strolling through?

You hated that you remembered him so much, that he played on your mind more than anything else. He was basically famous at this point – mostly for being a wanted criminal in many places, but that was beside the point. You blamed his almost-celebrity status for the reason behind your straying mind. It wasn't fair – he'd come up and spoken to you, and yet you were the one forced to deal with the questions his presence left in it's wake.

It wasn't an hour later that the door to the sparring room creaked open and Adrianna stepped in, again wearing her sports bra and sweatpants. Her short hair was pinned back, her lip plastered up from yesterday, her eyes shining with the familiar fury you always saw in her. She was in a constant state of ready, and you admired her for that.

“Where were you yesterday?” was the first thing she asked.

You stood up straight, cracking your neck. “Didn't feel like coming in.”

“I saw you at your table, though. You just decided to bail?”

You shrugged. “It's complicated. I'm here now, though – and I've got a lot of energy to burn.”

Adrianna grinned, and the fight started.

She always tried to make it start out slow, but there was never such thing as slow when it came to her – she was a monster, a whirlwind on feet. Her 'light punches' could knock someone out for a solid hour and a half – you'd seen her do it, heard her complain to the leader that she was going easy on him, that she didn't deserve her punishment because she hadn't even started.

But you'd been sparring with Adrianna long enough to track her movements. Though you would never be able to take her down with force alone, you could dodge her better than anyone else in this shit hole. Using brain power was sometimes just as helpful as using brute force.

You dodged her hits, ducked beneath her swings, shifted out the way of her lunges. You only got a few hits in every now and then, but the exertion was getting to her; she was still grinning from ear to ear, forever amused by just how lithe you were. She often called you Wriggler, because you never failed to wriggle out of whatever grip, swing or pull she tried to lock you in.

That was why you two worked so well together; anyone else wasn't a challenge to Adrianna, so her muscles were never exercised. It was the same hitting, the same moves, the same damn thing every single day.

Until you stepped onto the mat.

Then she had a challenge, and if there was one thing Adrianna liked, it was a challenge.

The sparring went on for a lot longer than you'd originally anticipated. Your legs were beginning to feel weak, head beginning to throb, sweat dripping down the column of your throat until it disappeared beneath the collar of your workout shirt. Adrianna's dark brown eyes twinkled, because she thought she had you. You were beginning to slow, and she could see it in the stumble of your steps, the way you panted at any point in which you weren't moving.

But then she stumbled, and you saw your opening.

You shot down to the mat and grabbed her ankle. Adrianna roared as she fell, her back clashing with the spongy blue material. You immediately dived on her, grabbing her arm and pulling it behind her back, holding her there, letting her know there was no way she could wriggle free.

You leaned down. “Tap out, Addie. Just do it. Nobody's here to see it.”

She grunted, continued to squirm beneath you. You tugged harder on her arm, waiting to hear the moment her shoulder popped. You tugged, tugged, tugged-

Her other hand slammed down on the mat three times, and you released her.

She groaned, rolling over onto her stomach. You joined her, flattening yourself against the mat with the worlds biggest grin taking over your face.

“That was a good one,” you said. “Is your shoulder-”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

“What the fuck?” Adrianna shot up, her eyes widening at whoever stood before her. You peaked your head up, shielding your eyes from the bright lights cast from the ceiling-

And there stood Sokka, his eyes wide and his jaw open.

You sat bolt upright. “What are you doing in here?”

“I came to apologise!” he said, sounding almost excited about the task of apologising. “But then I saw you two fighting and I didn't want to interrupt, and wow! You're incredible!”

Adrianna was struck dumb, staring at Sokka with a mix of awe and absolute confusion. She was just like the rest of the crew – she thought Aang and his friends were the best thing since sliced bread.

You resisted rolling your eyes. “Well you can go now,” you said. “I've acknowledged your apology.”

Adrianna whirled on you. “Y/N.”

You were already standing up, snatching your water from the floor. “I'll send Chuck in next – I think she wanted to spar with you after yesterday.”

You started towards the door, but your escape wouldn't be so easy this time. Sokka scrambled after you, placing his hand on the door before you could slam it in his face. You gritted your teeth and made your way down the empty halls, your feet echoing off the walls – but they were not alone, as Sokka trotted close behind you.

“You don't have to apologise, you know,” you said. “I would much rather you just let dead things lie.”

“That's not how the Sokka-man works,” he replied, before pausing. “Sorry.”

“Mm.”

“Look, I really am sorry,” he continued, picking up his pace so he was walking directly beside you. “I didn't mean to be insensitive. My friends and I were talking-”

“You and the godly-crew?” The words were out before you could stop them. You winced at just how harsh they were, how uncalled for they were. He was trying to apologise, and yet you couldn't stop this unnecessary streak of bitterness from rising to the surface.

Sokka swallowed, Adams apple bobbing. “We were talking,” he continued slowly, “and they told me about why you guys do this. Me asking for some quick tips wasn't exactly sympathetic to what you've been forced to do.”

For just a moment, you wanted to strike back with something cruel. You wanted to hurt his feelings, tell him you didn't need his pity, didn't need anyone's pity.

But then his words settled, and you calmed down.

You'd been built to think like this, to just lash out at anyone who wanted to help you. Your parents both murdered in a raid by the Fire Nation, you left to rot entirely on your own until Adrianna's parents found you and brought you into their tight-knit circle; even with a new group of friends and a roof over your head, you knew there was no time for slacking off. Not when you were an orphan coming from nowhere, with no one to help you, with no one to protect you but yourself.

It was a side you wanted to banish. You kind of wanted to be a little bit like Sokka – forgiving. Kind. Realising your mistakes and being able to apologise for them.

You hollowed our your cheeks, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “It's alright. You didn't mean any harm by it.”

“Exactly!” Sokka exclaimed. “Now, can I take you for a drink in the mess hall?”

You paused, glancing at him. “You weren't apologising just to win me over, were you? Because I don't appreciate-”

“It's a drink,” he groaned, already grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the mess hall. “You really need to loosen up a little bit.” ---

Sokka sat down in front of you, and continued to stare.

You messed with the straw plunged into the whipped cream. Beneath it, hot chocolate steamed. Sokka had chosen a coffee, a beverage that you thought quite well suited his personality.

He tilted his head to the side, examining you like a hawk. You wanted to shift under his gaze, but giving away the fact that you were uncomfortable wasn't a good idea – he was still a stranger, still a potential threat no matter how much kindness he was willing to show you.

Finally, he sighed. It was almost dream like, only exaggerated when he slumped forward and folded his arms along the table. “I meant it when I said you can fight really well.”

You looked up. “Thanks.”

“Adrianna's really good, too,” he continued, stirring another spoonful of sugar into his drink. “Did you two train together?”

“She's been my sparring partner since I was twelve.”

Sokka raised a brow. “Did she grow a little faster than you?”

“She's just built like that,” you replied. “I'm not.”

“You're small,” said Sokka, as if this was a brand new revelation. “That's how you get under her arms and stuff, isn't it?”

You shrugged. “I like to think that's more skill than advantage of height.” “I'm sure you're very skilled, too,” Sokka assured. “She has the muscle, and you have the flexibility – you're a perfect team.”

This was the first time you'd ever heard anyone compliment the duo that was you and Adrianna. Usually, people went straight for the “How has she not killed you yet?” and then continued to question just what strategy you had been using to stay alive against her bulk. Sokka, however, seemed genuinely interested in the dynamic the two of you shared.

“We balance each other out,” you explained. “We spar with each other, but when we actually have to fight someone, we work just as well as a team.”

“You trust each other.”

You paused. “I guess so. Trust is a bit of an iffy word with me.”

You hadn't meant to open flood gates, but the way Sokka perked up had you realising that was exactly what you'd done.

“Really? Why is that?”

You shrugged, sitting back in your chair. Around you, the people you'd grown up with chattered and flickered their gazes over to your tiny little table, quietly enquiring why Sokka was talking to you, of all people.

“It's difficult to trust people when you're constantly in competition with them,” you replied. “We'll all protect each other, but at the end of the day, there's an obvious hierarchy in this place. People want to get to the top, and they'll take you down to get there.”

Sokak frowned. “Did you not have any friends before you came here? People you could trust?”

“I've been here since I was a baby. I was raised here.”

Sokka paused, his lips parting just slightly. It was confusion and sadness and guilt all rolled into one, and you didn't want any of it – you wanted him to look away and stop questioning everything. You wanted him to stop being so perfectly curious about the things nobody else seemed to give a shit about. You wanted to go back to bundling yourself up and pretending the environment you were in was perfectly okay, not at all toxic.

It was all you'd ever known, so it had to be enough. It had to be okay. You had no other options.

“Do you have – Do you have parents?” His question was timid. He knew he was treading on thin ice.

“No,” you replied. “They were killed by the Fire Nation.”

His breath hitched. “My mum was killed by the Fire Nation, too.”

Your eyes snapped up, lips parting in the same way his had done only seconds before – that was the last thing you'd expected to hear. Sokka was the happy-go-lucky, annoying little shit you avoided when you needed to. He was the guy who had everything. He was the wanted criminal with a smile on his face.

He wasn't meant to have a tragic past. That didn't make sense. It didn't add up to the sum that was his personality.

“Oh, Sokka...,” you whispered, unable to think of anything else. “I'm sorry.” That's what everyone always said to you, and you hated it. You winced at the way it sounded coming out of you now, the way Sokka smiled that awkward little smile you always had to force on your face when the words were repeated to you for the millionth time, meaning nothing each time.

“It's okay,” he mumbled. “I still have, like, my dad, and my grandma and my sister. I'm not alone.” He flicked his eyes up. “You're not alone either, though. You have all these people who love you.”

He said it like it was a fact, as if he knew the ins-and-outs of this place after spending only a few days within it's confines. He had such confidence in other people. It crushed you.

You smiled softly. “You're right,” you replied. “We're not alone. Neither of us.”

“And you have me!” he added, perking up. He noticed your raised brow and quickly wilted. “Only if you want, of course...”

And despite every instinct telling you to stop this right now, to back away from him before things got even more tangled, you smiled.

---

“I think I might be in love.”

“Again?” Toph grumbled, head submerged in a pile of quilts that Aang was trying – and failing – to pry off of her.

“Toph, please! You need to see sunlight if you want to get better.”

“If getting up is what I have to do to get better, then you're better off letting me die.”

Katara sighed, turning her gaze on Sokka. “Where have you been and what do you mean you're in love?”

Sokka plonked down on the floor next to his little sister, still grinning like an idiot. He couldn't get the thought of your smiling face out of his mind, the way you'd thrown your head back and laughed when he'd burned his tongue, the way you'd shyly wiped his chin when the coffee dribbled down his front.

He'd made such a fool of himself, and it went perfectly.

“I might be in love,” he repeated, staring up at the ceiling as Aang and Toph fought for the covers. “I got a drink with Y/N, and they're so much better than I thought.”

Aang looked up, feet planted on Toph's back as she wriggled beneath him. “Y/N agreed to have a drink with you?”

Katara clapped her hands together. “Oh Sokka, that's great! Did they forgive you for yesterday?”

“I think so. It seemed like it.”

“Great!” Toph grunted. “Now you just have to break things off, because you know damn well we can't stick around here forever. We've got Mr Meditation to concentrate on.”

Aang dug his knee into her spine.

Sokka frowned. “Why have you always gotta ruin my vibe, Toph?”

“I'm telling the – agh! - truth.” She slammed her fist into the floor. The earth rose, knocking Aang in the back. He went tumbling forward, landing on his knees against the wall of the tent.

“Would you two give it a rest?” Katara exclaimed, before turning back to Sokka. “I think you should ask them out.”

Sokka's eyes widened. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.” She picked up her knitting again. “If you really like them, I don't see why not. There's no point in wasting time.”

“And what if they don't like me back?”

“Did they make it seem like they liked you back?” Aang asked.

Sokka pondered; you really were a strange little thing. You'd forgiven him, which put a mark in the GOOD box in Sokka's mind, but in the same breath, it was clear you were quite a restricted person. Though you'd laughed and joked, how far did that really get him?

“Maybe you should just ask them out and see where it goes,” said Katara. “If it's a no, then it's no big deal; you live and you learn-”

“And you wallow in the rejection,” Toph added helpfully.

“That, too,” said Katara. Her eyes popped open, as if just realising what she'd agreed upon. “Uh, but you know, that won't happen. I'm sure Y/N likes you just as much as you like them – you're a catch, big bro!” She chuckled awkwardly, blushed and looked back at her knitting.

Sokka sighed, casting his arm over his eyes. He wanted to clear his head. He wanted to sleep, even though it was only midday and he'd barely done anything – with Toph sick, the group were taking what seemed to be a little bit of a holiday. The Fire Nation were still after them, but Sokka felt safe in the depths of the underground. He felt safe surrounded by a bunch of soldiers, most of whom had been raised to fight the very threat he was running from.

But still, sleep would not come to him even if he tried, and he knew that. His day had been too good. His hopes had been exceeded to the point where his bones were buzzing with the need to do something – say something. He just wanted to get up and find you again, but you were busier than he was. You'd left the little coffee date due to a man called Barney looking for you – he seemed authoritative, and Sokka didn't want to get in the way of whatever business he needed you to take care of.

So, instead, Sokka did what he does best, and he stared up into the darkness, hoping an answer would rise out of nowhere eventually.

----

Darkness was never something you set out to be a part of.

You just kind of found yourself wound up within it a lot of the time. Like you were drawn to it. Like the fates had somehow pinpointed you as the sad little orphan who needed to wallow every night; they provided you with nothing but moonlight and stars, and you just found yourself in it.

You sat upon the rooftop, legs dangling. You knew if Barney were to see you now, he would scold you for being so reckless; anyone could see you from up there. You could easily give away their hiding spot, but you were past the point of caring by now. After nearly eighteen years of hiding in the underground, a little bit of adventure could go a long way.

You sighed, slowly leaning back on the tin roof. The wind whistled past your ears. The stars blinked down at you, and you wanted to reach up and touch them. Adrianna once told you that your parents had taken the form of stars and were watching over you every night – you knew it wasn't true. The pessimistic part of you said it was ridiculous, almost wanted to scoff at her attempts to comfort you. But the other part of you – the part that was present on this roof beneath the stars – wanted to reach out and see if it was true.

Maybe, if you reached far enough, you would be able to hear your dads laugh again. Maybe you'd be able to hear your mum call you “Pumpkin.”

The door to your left opened. You closed your eyes.

“Occupied,” you said.

“Hey.”

Sokka. Of course it was Sokka.

You peaked open an eye and glanced at him. He stood sheepishly by the trap door, dressed in his day clothes though his hair was dishevelled, giving the illusion that perhaps he'd taken a nap before crawling up to see you; part of you wanted to be angry. He got the chance to nap, to rest whenever he wanted.

However, you were more enamoured by how adorable he looked with his hair ruffled in the way it was.

You shifted over, not needing to use words to let him know he was welcome. He grinned, closed the door and came to lay beside you. His body stretched out so much more than your own, but neither of you minded, even as his feet hung over the edge of the gutters.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked quietly.

“Thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Everything.”

Sokka hummed. “That's a lot to think about. You sure you want to do it on your own?”

He was being cute. Maybe it was purposeful. Maybe that was just what Sokka was like – you kind of hated how much you wanted to find out.

You smiled softly, turning back to the stars. “I was thinking about making my parents into stars.”

Sokka stiffened. “Okay.”

You pointed towards the sky, squinting as if that would somehow help Sokka get a better view of the particular, tiny little star you really wanted him to zone in on. He tilted his head, his temple nearly bumping against your own, and followed the direction of your pointed finger.

“That's my dad.”

“How can you tell?”

“I think I can see a little beer belly.”

Sokka hummed, sitting up a bit. “Yeah. Definitely a little beer belly.”

He slumped back down and inspected the sky. His own eyes were narrowed, searching for the perfect star, and you knew exactly who he was searching for. You watched him do it, watched his brain work at a million miles per hour.

Suddenly, his hand shot out. “That one.”

You had no idea what he meant by that one – the stars were just clusters to you – but you humoured him just as he had humoured you. You leaned your head against his own, squinted and said, “Is that her?”

He nodded, grinning. “That's her. My mum.”

“How can you tell?”

“'Cause she's twinkling. The brightest little star in the sky.”

Your heart thundered. Sokka chuckled, letting his hand drop back to his chest, and neither of you moved away. You continued to stare up at the sky, continued to stare up at your parents, and his mother, and you wondered if they would be proud to see you like this. You didn't know your parents well enough to know – what did they want of their only child? When they found out you were going to be a part of their lives, what had they wanted you to do?

You wondered what Sokka's mother would want from him – maybe he was doing it. Maybe he was working towards it. Maybe he didn't know, either.

That was okay.

“I think she'd be really proud of me.”

Your eyes flicked to his. He truly was a mind reader.

“I'm sure she would be.”

“She always wanted me to be strong,” he continued. “I think – I think I've done that. Or at least, I'm breaking the surface.”

“You're strong,” you blurted out. He looked at you, an eyebrow raised. “Look, I'm just trying to tell you she's proud of you. It would be impossible for her to not be proud of you.”

“Oh?”

You turned back to the stars. “All parents really want for their child is for them to grow up and be decent. Nice. Caring. Compassionate. All that bullshit. You fit those descriptions perfectly, Sokka.”

You could count your heartbeats. You were certain Sokka could, too, because never before had you spoken so openly to someone. It was weird, the words tasting like acid, your mind immediately digging into the fight or flight response as you conjured up the worst case scenarios for an honesty like this.

But Sokka chuckled. “Then your parents would be very proud of you, too.” You frowned. “I don't think so.”

Sokka's chuckle quickly subsided, replaced by a grunt of what you could only take as confusion. “You don't think so?”

“I really don't think so,” you responded. “Growing up in a place like this. . . It's impossible to be a good person.”

“It's never impossible to be a good person.”

He shifted, rolling onto his side. He rested his head against his knuckles, stared down at you. You met his gaze in the darkness, wanted to hold it forever.

“You don't have to be optimistic to be a good person, you know.”

“I'm more than just a pessimist, Sokka. I'm – I don't know. I'm sour.”

“No you're not.”

“You're just saying that.”

And then his hand was pressed against your cheek, the touch so soft and comforting that you very nearly gasped at the feel of it. It was so different to the punches and kicks you were so used to receiving from strangers – it was different, but a nice kind of different. The kind of different you felt when you got a new mattress, or new quilts.

You swallowed thickly. “Sokka...”

“I really don't like you thinking that way.” He frowned. “Why don't I like you thinking that way? Why do I care?”

“I don't – I don't really-”

“God, I swear I'm not usually so bad at this.” He screwed his eyes shut, thumb unconsciously stroking beneath your cheek. If it were anyone else, you would have pushed them away by now, but his touch was so welcoming and warm and perfect that you couldn't even bring yourself to move. “I'd really love to know where my thoughts go when I'm around you.”

“I don't. . . Uh. . . . I don't really know what to say.”

He opened his eyes. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.”

You froze. For the first time, you realised your own fingers had curled around his wrist. You were unconsciously keeping him in place, even tugging him that little bit closer without realising it. He looked down at where your fingers met his skin, and his eyes flared with something you'd never seen before. It was primal, filled with need, a hint of anxiety showing through the cracks.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” he repeated in a whisper.

You pulled him down and kissed him.

His arms gave out until the only thing keeping him from crushing you was his forearms, which pressed into the tin by your head. His legs tangled with your own, his chest coming to cover yours, and you were certain you could memorise each thump of his heartbeat if you tried hard enough, kept him here long enough. Maybe if the two of you stayed on this roof for a little bit longer, you would just become part of it and nobody else would ever bother you because who else was crazy enough to come up here when they knew the consequences?

You. You were, and apparently you were crazy enough to kiss Sokka back with just as much passion as he was kissing you.

This man who lived a life so separate from your own, and yet nothing felt more natural than coming together in this moment. His experiences didn't matter. Your experiences didn't matter. It was just the two of you – that was all that mattered.

He broke the kiss first. Your head fell back against the tin roof, eyes blown wide, hair fanning out around you. Sokka traced his fingers along the stray hairs falling against your forehead, his touch like butterflies crawling across your skin.

“You didn't tell me to stop,” he whispered.

You laughed a breathy laugh. “I didn't want you to stop.”

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poeticandvaguelysweet · 5 years ago

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I imagine claire going to maisie’s school with the dpg and doing activities like we saw on those promo videos, and maisie steals the show because she knows all dino facts and also she is like introducing claire as her mom 😍

Ugh yes!

Where I love Maisie who is scared of this whole big world and having new parents and everything is very slow going. I also love Maisie who is so innocent, loves them so deeply and wants to show them off. Where some kids are learning to be ashamed and embarrassed by their parents, Maisie is jumping for joy that Claire is bringing a presentation to her school (maybe it wasn’t even supposed to be Claire, but Maisie just begs how cool would it be to show her mom off in front of everyone). And kids, despite this alternate world they’re living in, where dinosaurs have been revived would still go through that dinosaur phase and would be thrilled!!

Claire doesn’t use Maisie in her presentation just in case the kids aren’t vibing with her. She doesn’t want to bring Maisie into a bad production that could lead to her getting bullied. But, later, kids surround her, ask her if she’s seen a real dinosaur and how cool that her dad raised Velociraptors and her mom outran a T-Rex (which was totally not part of the presentation, but kids find shit out).

#answered #clawen hc #Maisie hc #The Dearing Grady's #I feel is a tag I was using #Anonymous

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direromolus · 6 years ago

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Late Night Blog #1

Shmello fellow Tumblr goers. I wanted to make a blog on one of those blog websites ya know and I was in the process of making the website and then I realized, oh wait I am poor and unemployed perhaps this is not the time to create a domain. whoopsie poodles. THEN I had this brilliant idea that I should make a second Tumblr account and have it mostly devoted to blogging! Kinda.

A little background- I have just finished my sophomore year in college as a music major/theatre minor (those might flip flop idk yet) and I am 19 years old, pretty close to 20, just a couple months to go (yes I know I’m smol for a college junior) Hobbies include basically anything creative and gaming and exploring the world. And suddenly I forget everything about myself. Eh, you’ll learn more about me through this experience probably.

Basically I realized I need somewhere where I can brain dump my emotions and stories and whatnot. So hello, I will be your entertainment if you find me entertaining. If you like reading long things, yay! if not, that’s ok too. Also, Romia is not my name. It is a combination of my DnD character, a high elf named Thia, and her adopted orphaned snowy white magical Dire Wolf puppy named Romolus. Later in a different campaign I was playing as her daughter, Rinn, who inherited Rom and began adventuring on her own. At one point Rinn captures and tames a velociraptor she lovingly named Blue. Thus Blue Romia. Also I trained the crap out of that velociraptor. She knows secret handshakes and how to stealth and how to alert me of nearby danger. More things but I can’t remember. Heck I love DnD.

Currently watching Glee. I have waited way too long to jump on this bandwagon and I am disappointed in myself. Glee is wonderful. I love Glee. You could say it feels my heart with... Glee. Ha! Boom, that’s the quality content you’re all here for right? Anyway. Have you ever felt like you have met the person you are meant to be with your entire life?

I believe in soulmates. I know some people don’t and some do, and I am one who does. I believe there is someone on this earth who is meant to be your one and only. And I believe I have met mine. Listen, I know I’m young and yall might be “impossible you are so smol!” but, but true love knows no age ok? You could find your soulmate at age 16 or age 43. I’ve met mine when I was 16 and grew closer to him my first year of college.

We dated for a year and three months and then... there was just one really really bad week and we parted ways. I’m still really devastated about it, but I’ve been doing a lot better. It’s been 2 months since that fateful day. Nothing has changed about the way I feel about him. I just keep telling myself he is the right person, it’s just the wrong time right now. We are both under a lot of stress and have so many awful things happening in our lives, maybe all we need is to just work on ourselves for awhile and then come back to each other.

I love him more than anything. I want to care for him when he is sick, I want to fight away his stressors and frustrations and show him he doesn’t have to fight them alone, I want to cuddle with him and trace his tattoos. I miss gaming with him and going on late night Walmart runs. I miss watching movies and making comments about the plot. I miss traveling with him and I miss laughing with him and being the reason he is laughing. I care about him so much, and I am so proud of everything he does. I’ve never vibed or clicked with anyone more than I have with him; we have similar personalities, a lot of the same likes and dislikes, same political views(TG) same sense of humor, same values and similar goals in life, and when we would talk about our future together, our ideas looked pretty much the same. He’s started to already feel like family. I think of my future and in every situation I’ve pictured, I see him by my side.

a month ago I talked to him about a lot of these things. I asked him if he thought we were good before that awful week. He said he did. I’m not sure what sense to make of it but I am glad I heard that from him. I’ve been kinda giving him some space, occasionally sending him a meme I know he would laugh at or asking if his day improved than when I saw him earlier.

I’ve been keeping my head up and keeping my hope that we will work our way back to each other. I truly believe we were made for each other, and I truly believe he is the person I am supposed to marry.

Thank you for reading. Signing off for now. -Romia

#blog #blogging #latenight #lonely #Glee #love #imissyou #i love you #soulmate #musicmajor #theatreminor #DnD #d&d #direwolf #highelf #will you marry me #confusing #life #hope #college

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bludlight · 8 years ago

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The other night I had a really, really wild scifi dream. This is long as fuck so I do not blame you for not reading!

Prior knowledge (what I’ve gathered about the backstory / what was not in my dream but was obvious upon my waking up):

The setting was a small American town that was pretty much functioning as a secret military base. The story focused on a teenage boy named June, and his three friends Kurt, Cal, and Ashley. (For the majority of the actual dream, I am June. So I’ll refer to him in the second or third person until the second part of this post.)

June and the two other boys stumble upon some sort of XXXXX while exploring the town’s surrounding forest area and are exposed to military technology which grants them each the ability of foresight. This prophetic power manifests in the ability for the boys to see ghostly white lights overlaying the environment in areas where significant activity relating to the mysteries of the town are going to happen. These lights (reminiscent in aesthetic to the game Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture) help guide the group through the plot to an understanding of the experiments and murders that would be inevitable. They are also given enough prophetic knowledge of the situation to narrow down their actions into, essentially, a single choice. As an example, June may be walking down the street with Kurt and they see glowing white footsteps that no one else can see. The apparition of these footsteps inherently means to the boys that it has something to do with the secrets they are trying to uncover. Upon pursuing the light (and following the footsteps) the boys will be mysteriously/psychically? given a choice- for example-- to Follow The Gray Man or to Knock on the Restaurant Door. Depending on how the situation goes, they make the choice they think is the best one.

(I think this in particular was my brain blurring the line between watching a movie and playing a video game, giving me some semblance of interaction while still working within a much greater plot. So think of it as a story-heavy video game where you mostly wander and then every once in a while are given a choice by the game mechanics of how to react. Except, interestingly, the characters are self aware enough to ‘see the choices on the screen and know they have to choose one’, if you will.)

The catch, I’m assuming, was this: The boys didn’t know how long they would have to wait for those ghostly footsteps to become, you know, real ones. My brain asked the question: Are these boys going to wait 10 minutes, an hour? before the Significant Thing happens? How far in the future are they seeing, exactly? How the hell does that work? To which, my brain came up with this detail: Ashley.

(It would make a lot more sense for the lights to just show up momentarily before activity, but it would take away from the story in ways I can barely explain.)

After at least gathering that they have acquired powers that are obviously tied to strange things happening in the town (people have started to go missing, etc.) June, Kurt, and Cal confide in their friend Ashley and lead her to where they were exposed to these abilities. There they find only two things: the Device and the Switch (thanks brain). Whatever wild thing gave them powers is gone, but these pieces of technology are worthwhile. The Device is a set of goggles that Ashley can wear to see the lights that the boys can already see. And the Switch is a literal switch that somehow pushes the boys into the future, just a few minutes before the Significant Thing is supposed to happen.

So if Ashley were with June and Kurt when they saw the footsteps, instead of waiting an undetermined amount of time, she would use the Switch to cross them over to the future immediately. They would disappear from beside her upon the Switch being activated, because although they would technically still be on that sidewalk, they would be there in the future. (She could apparently still see them while using the Device, but not without it.)

Does that make any sense? Maybe? Partially? Abstractly? Good. Now here’s

What actually happened in my dream:

I immediately got the sense that this was the end. Or at least, very near it. Last episode vibes. Showdown feelings. I was June, first person. And it was terrifying.

We were in some sort of old school bus yard with huge rusted pieces of metal bumpers and tires and overgrown open-air garages and overhangs. Now that I’ve set the scene, below is what I actually woke up and wrote at 4:30 in the morning:

That’s when we came upon it. Faint white smears of white light, glowing in front of us. A lot of smears. I knew immediately that it was all blood. It was in pools in front of us, and in a winding trail, and splashed across chunks of scrap metal.

No doubt it was ours.

And this was where we would cross over. I could feel it in my gut. This is where we would finally come face to face with the beast.

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew this would be the moment. The last time we crossed over, because the light showed the activity to come, and it was too much light. I felt sick because I knew. I knew that there would be death.

But we had to do it. I had to do it. I still felt so unready though. We had come this far, had solved this much, and we couldn’t turn back now. But I was still completely terrified. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to go home. I didn’t want this to happen.

And there was only one more Choice to make: blindly. This one made no sense to me like the other ones did. I didn’t understand this Choice. I didn’t know what it meant. But the voice inside of me gave it to me anyway, and it would demand an answer regardless:

Bushes or dirt?

That was it. Past Choices had made sense, had been much more sophisticated. This one was cruel in its brevity and ambiguity. I had no idea what it meant.

But we had to go, and go we did. Ashley operated the Switch and we crossed over. She was suddenly gone, like all the other times, disappeared to the past- or were we disappeared to the future?

The air was still and everything was quiet and I started to talk to Kurt and Cal about what we should do. But after barely two sentences were spoken in this terrifying Future, now so quickly and horrifyingly becoming the present without means of stopping, I heard rapid pattering footsteps approaching us. We all whipped our heads around to look and we all felt the Choice at the same time, but it was only mine to make and we all knew, and Cal screamed:

“June, choose! Bushes or dirt!”

It came for us. It looked like a velociraptor, broken at the joints and tilting from side to side as it ran at full speed.

“Bushes!”

It drove into Cal and clamped its huge, pointed teeth around his arm and ripped it away from his body. Blood spurted from my best friend’s socket. I was right next to Cal and the thing ran passed me, spinning me around, and bit at the skin of my arm, my back, my hip, tearing off seemingly huge chunks of flesh with no effort whatsoever. (I could feel this very vividly in my dream. Being ripped at. Definitely on my list of Top 5 Most Painful Dreams.) It grabbed me by the waist, pulled its head back, and launched me away from it, where I landed in a crowd of tall shrubbery. Now out of sight, the thing turned its attention to finishing the job of killing my friends.

Lying there and still in icy shock, I realized what the decision had meant. I had been given, and had made, the choice to be the one who lived. I had made the choice that saved my life, and Kurt and Cal would die from it.

Through the pain and the sound of screams, I found no time to process this grief. A voice inside of me that was only mine now told me what to do:

RUN.

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I woke up at suuuum point after this I can’t really remember, but basically knew that I/June was going to run back to the area where I/he found the military technology and there was going to be some sort of story conclusion revealing cool/scary plots of inter-dimensional travel and time travel Gone Horribly Wrong- hence the fucking raptor monster that literally annihilated two innocent children we had (presumably) spent the whole adventure bonding with.

I feel like a lot of things could happen after that point; there are so many missing details to this story, so many plot holes it looks like someone took a shotgun to it. But I’ll keep them to myself because if I think about this dream too much I start to completely zone out lol.

Did I mention this dream happened only a few nights after I dreamt about a post-climate disaster world that humans could only explore via anatomically correct human-shaped robots that are 600 times the size of the person operating it? And that the main character was named Halifax Girl and was part of a troop of operators that would essentially be sent out to discover what the rest of the world now looked like so they could create a new world map?

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magic5ball · 5 years ago

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc II: Watt Outta Hell (2)

Chapter 2: I am Captured by Deinonychus Gangsters

I woke up on a craps table, surrounded by demons. Well, I didn’t know it was a craps table at the time, just that there were a bunch of plastic chips everywhere. I’m just glad I was undead, otherwise the combination of plaster and smoke surrounding me would probably have given me asphyxiation. Normally, I’d try to run, but my body felt like it had just fallen through a building, which judging by the combination of plaster and sawdust around me, it most likely had. If there was one silver lining, the hellions around the table were at least less horrible than a certain purple dinosaur.

Not to say they didn’t have all sorts of hideous forms, some of which probably weren’t from this plane of existence, but they all had one thing in common: Goodwill clothes. I could tell because the clothes at those stores always have this weird smell of white walls and charity that clings to them no matter where they go, like a ghost constantly reminding their owners they’re hand-me-downs. Weird combinations, too: there were trifolds over bandanas, pinstripe jackets over tye-dye shirts-all odd and mismatched as the abominations that wore them. An insect-looking one was even wearing a ‘shirt’ that was just a baseball cap with arm holes. And in the middle of all of them, at the other end of the table, was the biggest demon of all. I still remember him clear as day: all dark, no face, high as the ceiling with horns as tall as me. I reckoned he was the leader on account of him being the only one with decent clothes, though where he got suspenders and a white button down in his size I will never know. A pair of panama hats were skewered on each of his giant horns.

The demon leaned forward, his empty face mere inches from mine. His breath smelled like bologna.

“I. WIN!” He said, in a voice that surprised me with how human it sounded. I could even hear a tinge of an Australian accent in there.

Then I realized he wasn’t looking at me, but a pair of dice that were next to my head.

“Like shit you did.” Came a voice from the other side of the table. “It only landed that way ‘cause some punk landed on the forking table!”

Its’ source leaned in until his face was right over mine. If it weren’t for the fall knocking all the wind out of me, I would have squealed like a kid on Christmas Day. Towering right above me was the face of none other than one of the velociraptors from Jurassic Park, wearing a plastic green tennis visor. “By the way, you filthy piece of shiv!” he told me “You’re paying for these forking property damages!”

Some other stuff happened, though at the moment I was so caught up in my dinosaur obsession (and several broken bones) I barely noticed.

What I do remember is that apparently the big demon had gotten two sixes, which when combined with his previous two rolls, which were also sixes, which were rolled on the sixth day of the sixth hour of the sixth minute of the sixth second of the sixth Deci second of the sixth millisecond, meant that he had the Porcelain God’s favor and therefore the jackpot. The raptor (whose name turned out to be Shizzle) argued the last six was a three until some moron landed on the table, to which the demon pointed out that there were no official rules against somebody landing on the table, at least when you played by the Rules of Ifnir, which they were. Long story short, Shizzle took out a rulebook while the demon took away all the plastic chips, followed by a posse of lesser demons cheering “Leroy beat the house! Leroy built the house!” as they danced out of the casino.

Schizzle glared at me with a look that could cut glass.

“You rotten piece of shit! I have half the mind to slice you in half right here and now! Too bad for you I’m in a really bad mood, so I’m gonna pawn you off on A-Hole!”

As he dragged me off the table (surprisingly strong given how thin he was) I saw he was wearing an armband and a vest clearly not meant for a dinosaur. We headed through rows and rows of demons playing with bright lights and slot machines, all covered by a lair of smoke.

We stopped in a room that reminded me way too much of a dentist’s office, except instead of a reception desk there was a door with a plaque that read ‘A-hole’ and the television played nothing but Fox News. Shizzle sat me down in one of the chairs and tied me to it using some string from his vest.

“Alright punk. I know what you’re thinking: that because it’s your first day in the underworld, everything is gonna go easy for you. But guess what, shivhead! Life ain’t that simple. Down here, if you scratch somebody, you best be prepared to get scratched hard. And A-hole? He scratches harder than anybody! See this?”

Shizzle turned around, revealing a tattoo of a piece of poop on his tushie, complete with flies and stink marks. I know it doesn’t sound that great the way I’m saying it, but it was like, Da Vinci level artistry. Below it, in cursive almost too fancy to read, was written ‘I am a doo-doo head’.

“That’s from when I forgot to flush. Doesn’t matter if you’re new, doesn’t matter if using a toilet is hard when you have a long-asp tail, A-hole doesn’t give. A. Crap. And not just ‘cause he’s constipated!”

I tried best I could to shake out of my chair, but it was no good. For someone without opposable thumbs, Shizzle had locked me up tight.

Without another word, he went out back into the casino, leaving me along with the roaring voices on Fox News. I struggled against my ropes, eager to escape, until the noise of the television hypnotized me. The weird thing is, I didn’t understand half the things they were saying, though I will say this: I understood it more than my Dad did, and if I squinted my eyes at the right angle the guys onscreen turned into monkeys. Also like with my Dad, someone came to take me away just as the exciting part was happening. (They were about to discuss red paint’s communist agenda). That someone was another raptor, a bit more feathery than Schizzle, but with a floral dress from a 60’s fashion magazine paired with an equally gaudy pair of high heels that I’m still not entirely sure how she got into. A chill went down my spine as I saw the blood flowing down her mouth, at least until I realized it was just poorly applied lipstick.

“Good afternoon, dearie. Welcome to A-hole’s. My name is Hoe, and I’ll be taking you to our main office, where you’ll receive the ultimate punishment shortly.”

Back in school, there was this one kid named Don Beasly who’d sometimes imitate girls’ voices for fun. This lady (at least, I thought she was a lady) sounded just like him. Lifting my chair, she took me into the office, which smelled of dead, even by afterlife standards. It looked dead, too, with the grey walls so shot through with bullet holes it’d look like it would come crumbling down any minute. Not exactly the kind of room I’d want to spend more than a minute in if I’d had the choice. Which of course I didn’t. There was a back window, but it was gated over and blurred by something that looked like mucous. And in front of this window, under his own personal yellow spotlight, was the most mature raptor I’d ever seen. I could tell he was mature because he held a cigar in one hand and a jar of prunes in the other. A tiny handlebar mustache was glued to his face.

“So you’re the asp who lost my money, huh? Landed on the craps table?”

Before I could talk, he added

“Of course I’m right, dumbasp. That was a rhetorical question. But now, onto the real questions: Do you know who I am?”

“A… a velociraptor?”

A-Hole’s cigarette dropped to the table, where it caught a bunch of papers on fire. He looked at me with what can only be described as a death glare, the light from the fire casting shadows under his scaly face.

“What did you just say?”

“V-velociraptor?”

He slammed his claws on the desk, breathing so heavy I could feel it from ten feet away. He just stood there, staring and breathing for several minutes, then he was calm. Too calm, actually.

“You know pal, I was thinking off letting ya off the hook, see? Sure, you cost us over a million Hellbucks in property damage alone, but I’m a nice guy, see? But please-“

He walked right up to me, putting a claw under my chin just enough to draw a trickle of blood.

“Nobody ever, ever compares me and my crew me to one of those dirty, lecherous Velossis, see?”

He returned to his desk; clapped his claws.

“F-Bomb!” he called to nowhere in particular “Give our guest a taste of the usual.” The way he said the last part nearly made my toenails fall off.

Another ra- I mean, Deinonychus, burst in from the door behind us. At first I didn’t think much of him, since he looked more like a fuzzy chicken than the others, and was about the size of one, too. But if I’ve learned one thing about dinosaurs in my journeys through the Underworld, it’s that if the dino is wearing an eyepatch and a fedora, he usually means business. Or tastes good served with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. If it weren’t for his small size, he would have been intimidating, though the folding table and covered serving platter he carried made him give off more of a waiter vibe.

“Listen the fork up, forkface!” he screeched, setting up the table “The forkin’ name’s motherforkin’ F-Bomb, and I was having a forkin’ good time until you done forked it up with your forkin’ little scene on the forkin’ craps table!”

Now, I had no idea what the hey was on that serving platter, but if the smell coming from it was any indignation, I did not want to find out. Fortunately, even with my limbs tied up, yours truly still has one trick left up his sleeves. It was a gamble, since there was no gurantee it would work on dinosaurs, but at that moment there was nothing else to lose (well, except my dignity).

At first, F-bomb stared at me, clearly baffled by what I was doing. Then he got angry. “What the fork are you doin’ with your forkin’ eyes, you forkin’ punk?! Sweet Porcelain Forkin’ God, they look like forkin’ watermelons! Is this some kinda forkin’ trap?!! Are those forkin bombs? BOSS!! I think this guy has forkin’ bombs in his eyes!!!!!!!!!”

A-Hole was reclining in his chair, clawed feet on the desk, head blocked by a catalogue of L.L. Bean’s winter clothing catalogue (which I later learned was the official catalogue of Hell).

“F-Bomb, ya retarded turd! That’s what the overlanders call a ‘puppy dog face’. Dumb as shiv kids use it ta make their parents inta personal slaves or somethin’. Now would you kindly leave me the fork alone?! I just got to this real engrossing part about the importance of fashionable snow boots, see!”

Though I couldn’t see myself, I know by F-Bomb’s widening grin that it had melted into the look of despair. Especially after F-Bomb scratched me in the face.

“So that’s it, ya forkin’ punk?! You thing you can forkin’ screw with me?! What the actual forkity fork!” He hopped on the table, walking up to me until my nose touched his. “Now get ready to be forkin’ served.” His breath smelled just like I imagined raw meat would.

Stepping back, he lifted the lid of the platter, releasing a foul smelling mist that practically made me gag. When it cleared, I saw the platter had a tiny silver fork, and next to that fork was what I like to call ‘the tree of death’: a vile creation, one that since I was a kid had always stood between me and glorious, glorious dessert, whose tyranny I had sought to escape again and again, but could never escape. It was only fitting that here, in the depths of Hell, it would find me again.

“Now before ya ask, yes, I forkin’ know this is forkin’ broccoli, ya forkin’ genius. But this ain’t your forkin’ retarded fork of a Grandma’s forkin’ broccoli.” He pointed to a little halo that mysteriously hung over the little floret. As he did, I swore I could hear an angelic chorus in the distance. “This is forkin’ holy broccoli, watered with only the purest forkin’ holy water and the son’s forkin’ pee, fertilized in the soil of forkin’ Eden, and grown in the light of the forkin’ Lord himself. The level of vitamin forkin’ K in this forkin’ thing is too good for this sinful world. And when it gets in your forkin’ belly, the rapid influx of vitamins will slowly poison you before making your forkin’ head explode!”

I shook me chair, but it was no good. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Nice forkin’ try, buster!” he taunted, bringing the flower of death closer to my mouth “But there’s no forkin’ way the forkin’ Lord is gonna come for you now!”

Now it was my turn to smile. Back at home, I’d watched a lot of movies, and if there was one thing those movies taught me, it’s that whenever a bad guy says something like that when the good guy is in a bad spot they can’t possibly get out of, the direct- I mean, God- swoops in to give them a free pass. And considering I’m telling you this story right now, I’m pretty sure you can put two and two together.

While I was fidgeting, a small piece of paper had fallen out of my pocket. F-Bomb noticed, too.

“What the f-“

Just like that, A-Hole dropped his magazine and sniffed the air.

“Hold it, F-Bomb, I smell somethin’, somethin’ like… money.”

“Boss, it’s probably just a piece of forkin’ paper now could I please get on with-“

But A-Hole wasn’t having any of it. He put his nose to the ground and sniffed like a bloodhound until he found the piece of paper. He held it up in his claw with a delicacy I didn’t expect from a deinonychus, as though he were holding the most valuable diamond in the world. The moment I saw its’ yellowed paper, I recognized it instantly: a $500 dollar bill from Monopoly bill.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked

I took a breath, relieved my death by nutritious flower had been delayed.

“He, ya turd, I’m talkin’ to you!” he cried, slapping me on the side of the face “Where’d. You. Get. This?”

For a second my brain was in a trance. Back at home, I’d always been the dumb one, the one who everyone except Mom thought was either gonna grow up to be either a dirty hobo or a shameless reality T.V. star. Possibly both. My mind reeled at having someone around who was actually dumber than me. And as I mentioned before, I’m also a Tostig, and if there’s one thing we Tostigs are good at, it’s seizing opportunities by the freakin’ horns!

“Real estate.” There it was, the ultimate blend of truth and lie, or as I like to call it, a tie.

“Sweet Porcelain God, kid! No wonder you- wait a minute! How do I know you ain’t fibbin’?”

F-Bomb, during this whole scene, was sharpening his claws with a nail file. “Maybe forkin’ ask what kind of bill it is, then!”

“Yeah, turdy! What bill is this?”

It was that moment I realized I should have had a backup plan. Not sure what I would have come up with, but it still would have been better than

“It’s a commemorative $500 dollar bill from the failed Philadelphia sesquicentennial exposition of 1926! Very rare! Almost none exist!”

I smiled, hoping they’d buy it like I would have bought Park Place.

Ten tense seconds passed as A-Hole sniffed the bill in places no piece of American currency should ever be sniffed.

“Alright, turd.” He said, holding up the bill. “Lucky for you, I happen to be a collector of all sorts a rare currencies, see? And I don’t know a single person in the Underworld who knows about this bill. So let’s make a deal, see?” He leaned in close, so close I worried he might chomp off my ear. His breath smelled like he hadn’t brushed since the late cretaceous, but in a deliberate way, like he was using some kind of prehistoric perfume.

“I’ll let you off the hook, see? All you gotta do is be a member of my gang for the rest of eternity. I’ll even give ya room and board free of charge, see? So whaddya say? We solid?”

I thought about my parents, still in the land of the living, waiting for me to come home from camp. Then I realized that, knowing Dad, he was probably using my action figures to open his beer bottles. And if my little brother had anything to say about it, they wouldn’t even notice I was gone. As much as I wanted to get home, I’d done goofed and crossed Shel Silverstein. It would take a while, but seeing as I was in hell, there was no harm in joining a gang for a little while, right?

“Sure, why not?”

A-Hole grinned, which was pretty creepy when you realized he didn’t have any lips. “Glad we could do business, kid.” He glared at F-Bomb and me. “But if either of you so much as say the letters of any of the words relating to this piece of moolah, there’ll be Hell to pay!”

“But Boss!” protested F-Bomb “We already live in forkin’-“

“I know what I said, dipschizzle! Sweet Porcelain God, do you realize how forkin’ hard it is to come up with good threats in this dump?! Everyone’s seen it all!”

A-Hole returned to his desk, taking in several breathfuls of smoke clogged air. Once he was calm again, he snapped his claws.

“Anyway, now let’s forkin’ do this. F-Bomb, get the knockout gas! We’re doing some reconstructive surgery!”

“Wait, wha-“

I didn’t even have time to finish before F-Bomb put what I can only describe as a satanic lobster dripping with some sort of liquid over my mouth. As I got woozy, I wondered if there was any type of insurance for falling unconscious, and if so, where I could get it.

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Universal Studios Hollywood News Roundup! Isla Nu Bar, Jurassic World Gates + Bryce, Chris & BD!

Universal Studios Hollywood is getting closer to unveiling the Jurassic World themed area and Jurassic World The Ride in the coming months, but before that happens, we’ve got some decent updates to the progress. We covered all of the details here in Episode 190, featuring The Jurassic Wire. You can listen to that episode and follow along with the content here. So let’s start with the most recent press release from Universal that focuses on the addition of Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard and BD Wong being added to the attraction:

"Universal City, CA, May 23, 2019 – Stars of the JURASSIC WORLD films Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard and BD Wong reprise their roles as Owen Grady, Claire Dearing and Dr. Henry Wu, bringing their characters from the silver screen to Universal Studios Hollywood’s much anticipated mega attraction, “Jurassic World—The Ride,” opening this summer. This marks the first time the cast will appear as their iconic characters outside of the JURASSIC WORLD films for a theme park attraction. As part of original content created exclusively for the new ride, Owen, Claire and Dr. Wu will shed light on their interactions with the dinosaurs along with facts and information about the imposing prehistoric creatures that first roamed the earth more than 65 million years ago. This spectacular new ride will feature an original storyline that will take guests on a breathtaking excursion through the theme park as depicted in Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment’s film, JURASSIC WORLD. It will soar to new heights with the addition of iconic dinosaurs from the movie, including the colossal Indominus rex and the magnificent aquatic Mosasaurus in her natural habitat. For the first time, JURASSIC WORLD fans will have the chance to see this impressive creature and become immersed within her massive Aquarium Observatory. Appearing to span over 60 feet in length and tipping the scales at over 30K pounds through stunning state-of-the-art visual effects, the Mosasaurus is a sight to behold as she moves just inches away from guests throughout her glass enclosure filled with the equivalent of 3.5 million gallons of water. Universal Creative collaborated with Industrial Light & Magic (ILM) to bring the Mosasaurus to life and to capture the realism of her underwater environment using a combination of spectacular visual effects and cutting-edge technologies, including the use of motion parallax, a technique that shifts the guest’s perspective of the Mosasaurus as she moves throughout the tank. The team also employed a series of lighting enhancements allowing the aquarium to intuitively shift from day to night, as well as visual changes to the environment during inclement weather, thus creating a variety of visual scenarios guests can experience based on when they experience the ride. “Jurassic World—The Ride” captures the essence of the blockbuster movie and comes to life in collaboration with the award-winning and inspired minds at Universal Creative, the Academy Award®-winning special-effects visionaries at Industrial Light & Magic, a division of Lucasfilm, Ltd., Universal Pictures and acclaimed filmmakers Steven Spielberg, Colin Trevorrow and Frank Marshall. When “Jurassic World—The Ride” opens this summer, guests will be welcomed to a dramatically reimagined space reflective of the hit films. A fresh entry statement, stonework landscaping, and a contemporary redesign of the iconic JURASSIC WORLD gates, illuminated with billowing flames, will create the framework for the all new aesthetics. Once guests pass through the queue, they will board specially designed rafts that will navigate the lush environs of dense vegetation and traverse new areas besieged with towering dinosaurs meandering at just an arm’s length away. Encounters with such docile creatures as the Stegosaurus and Parasaurolophus will quickly turn awry as predatory Velociraptors and Dilophosaurus begin to wreak havoc, turning guests from spectators to prey. When the Tyrannosaurus rex begins to battle one of the attraction’s new ferocious dinosaurs, the rafts will spill down a treacherous 84-foot waterfall as the sole means of escape. Located adjacent to the ride will be a new elaborately themed “Raptor Encounter” where Blue, the beloved Velociraptor from the JURASSIC WORLD franchise, will engage guests in daring face-to-face encounters. In addition, a new interactive “Dino Play” area will incorporate educational components within an inspired space where children of all ages can explore and excavate giant dinosaur fossils."

We been speculating on the podcast that the trio of Bryce, Chris and BD would show up in the attraction in some way. The most obvious inclusion would be in the pre-show video, a la John Hammond in the old Jurassic Park: The Ride queue video. I’d expect familiar looking Lab settings with information on the dinosaurs you’ll come to see on the tour, potentially provided by Claire Dearing and since the Indominus Rex is included in the ride, I’d expect Dr. Wu to be relaying information about dinosaur hybrids at some point. Owen Grady seems like a good fit for the safety instruction portion of the video. On the latest episode of The Jurassic Wire, I brought up a point about wanting to see an Owen Grady animatronic in the “Owen pose”, holding off a few raptor animatronics. Pipe dream, I know, but time will tell.

A few other tidbits in the press release that have me excited, such as the parallax feature giving a bit more life to the Mosasaurus viewing experience. Everyone is worried about more screens being added to another attraction, but from everything I’ve heard, they are seemingly adding much more than your typical screen based attraction experience. We’ve heard rumors about a new type of glass being used to enhance the glass cracking as the Mosasaurus begins it’s attack, now the parallax; let’s just hope it sells the realism. I’ve personally been perplexed about the indoor experience of the Mosasaurus encounter, so I’m glad to hear there are effects being used to replicate the atmospheric conditions. It’s something I haven’t seen before in a theme park attraction, transitioning indoors, but still showcasing the same weather you experienced outside. That would certainly help to sell the experience.

Interestingly, we see the new promo image Owen and Claire running away from the Indominus Rex enclosure, which depicts an alternate version of what actually happened in the film. They added Claire, changed up the proportions and added a bit of depth to the shot. So will we see them further in the attraction? Maybe this artwork lends some weight to that theory.

There’s also a chance we can see them running away or spelling danger for the ride-goers via screens in the attraction. That a complete assumption based off the new promo image, but it’s always a possibility. I wonder if either Bryce or Chris would take over for the Richard Kiley audio throughout the ride, or who knows, maybe even an audio cameo from Jimmy Fallon.

Next up, we finally have our first looks at the new Jurassic World gates in the land. The old Jurassic Park gates are long gone and the new concrete, sterile vibe of Jurassic World is here.

Universal tried to carry over the ascetic of the old gates instead of re-create the gates we’ve all seen in the actual Jurassic World film. I’ve seen complaints already in regards to the size of the lettering, the lack of depth and the color of the concrete pillars themselves, but I think thing will blend better once completed with fire effects and all. Of course, the lack of wooden doors will always signal an issue in theming, but they are definitely doing the best they can in a confined area. Hollywood doesn’t have the breadth of land that Orlando has for theming. I do like what I’m seeing so far though for Hollywood.

In the below tweet, we can see they’ve finally added the Jurassic World logo onto the ride building. It’s a wonderful sight to see. The massive logo now sits high above for all to see. This is a complete rebranding and they didn’t hesitate on pushing that branding in your face. Not only did they leave Jurassic Park behind, but they left it in the dust.

We finally get a really good look at the opening scene for Jurassic World The Ride featuring a fossil replica of Jurassic World’s iconic Mosasaurus!

This Mosasaurus fossil replica, along with “When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth” will be the first thing you see before heading into the Mosasaurus scene. It’s a bit odd that the quote below mentions “dinosaurs” but the fossil is a Mosasaurus, notably not a dinosaur. With that aside, that section of the ride looks very interesting and I can’t wait to see how that blends into the Mosasaurus tank scene.

Next up, we get a decent look at the kids play area, nestled away in the corner.

From the image by @Bioreconstruct, you can see that they are adding on new levels to the”Dino Play” zone in the Jurassic World section. The original play area was fairly small, so it will be nice to have a few more additions for the young ones. Jurassic Park/World is something meant for nearly all ages, so I’m excited to see they haven’t forgotten that.

Next up, is a fun addition to the land. Isla Nu-Bar!

I love the name. It's one of those names we’ve all joked about for years. It’s such an on-the-nose name, but I absolutely love the inclusion of it in the section. With that name, I’d fully expect alcohol to be served there, not just your standard concession stand. I’m happy to see they are embracing the fun of the series and intellect of the super fans. Not only is this a rebranding, but they are embracing the idea that this is Isla Nublar and not just Jurassic World in California.

Lastly, we can see some new merchandise has been floating around the parks.

The merch showing up in time to promote the ride has a interesting flare to it. It’s part Jurassic World and part Fallen Kingdom. You can tell they’ve crossed over the two marketing ideas here with the burning look of the Fallen Kingdom merch and renderings of Blue, along with the identity of Jurassic World merch. I’d be interested in picking up the merch either way.

That about wraps up our coverage of the recent updates to the upcoming Jurassic World section at Universal Studios Hollywood! I am very excited about the change. Yes, it’s always going to be disappointing to see Jurassic Park as a thing of the past, but everything they’ve done to embrace Jurassic World looks amazing. What are you most excited about with these recent updates? Let us know in the comments below.

To see Universal Studios Hollywood’s new marketing campaign, It Just Got Real in support of this summer’s opening of “Jurassic World—The Ride,” click��here.

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Written by: Brad Jost

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