#but training a raptor could be something she does

[lackluster-plays]

Corpse the Raptor (Part 2)

This takes place after the Icebrood Saga

(Part 1 Here)

Confused, Luka brings her raptor, Corpse, to Aurene. Aurene studies the raptor for a few seconds. She realizes the creature had been reanimated by Luka.

“She isn’t alive.” Aurene states.

“Technically no,” Luka says, pulling Corpse’s reigns closer. “I brought her back with necromancy. She’s like a loyal minion, but she’s not alive.”

“You’re using your own energy and magic to keep her as a mount?”

“Admittedly I’ve grown attached to her. Sometimes I even forget she’s dead. Has been for years.” Luka pats Corpse’s shoulder.

“Maybe I can help?”

[storm-and-starlight]

Headcanons for a Batfam Wings AU

Preliminary notes

First of all: flying is hard. Humans aren't really designed for flight -- too awkwardly shaped and too heavy -- and while for the purposes of the AU I am mostly ignoring that, flying is still hard. It's a lot of very demanding physical work in order to get aloft and stay aloft; in this universe, it's probably equivalent to a hard sprint.

Flying is also very dependent on wing type/wing shape/body weight/body-weight-to-lift ratio. High-speed wings like falconiform or swallow/swift or small elliptical or most waterfowl are very dependent on active flapping in order to gain enough airspeed to stay aloft, and high-aspect-ratio soarers like gulls are generally bad at flapping but nevertheless rely on strong winds in order to get enough lift; meanwhile, broad-winged soarers like most large raptors have an easier time staying aloft, but tend to struggle to get into the air and have low overall airspeed. Body shape is also important -- the lighter you are, the easier it is to fly.

Most people can't really fly, or at least can't do sustained powered flight. It's a pretty major athletic ability, the modern world doesn't really require it all that much, and it requires consistent and constant practice. It's a little like being able to run ten miles, where most people could do it, if they trained for it, but most people don't train for it. The Bats, being Bats, train for it like crazy.

Some people have the physiological advantage of being overall lightweight with high-lift wings (look at Cass, who is tiny and slender and has enormous owl wings), which means they don't have to work as hard in order to fly (this is basically true for all sports, just a little more pronounced with flight since wing shape varies so much).

You can usually make up a deficit in the lift-to-weight ratio by active flapping, but you have to have the ability to perform that level of muscular exertion in the first place and also wings that are well-suited to powering themselves that way. Long, narrow falconiform or short elliptical wings work well in this situation;gliding-optimized wings (gull, albatross, vulture/hawk/buzzard, owl) do not.

In addition, just like sprinting, running out of energy is a problem. If you have high-energy-output flight (aka, high in flapping), it tends to limit how long you can stay in the air purely because at some point you just run out of energy.

Ground takeoffs are hard. Powerlift wings (waterfowl, some raptors, some elliptical) can usually flap their way up with a fuckton of effort, but anyone who has good soaring but bad flapping or a poor weight-to-lift ratio or even just needs high airspeed is usually out of luck.

The Batfam!

Bruce: Swan wings in a shade of grey that looks black until you see it next to something that is actually black, and then you realize it's actually a very dark, dusty grey. High-lift wings, high-power flapping flight style, which easily compensates for his overall body size (Large) and also means that he has the highest weight-carrying capacity out of all the bats, to the point where he can actually carry another person for short distances (Cass, Damian, and Tim relatively easily, Steph for short effortful flights, and Dick is about his weight limit). Physically capable of a ground takeoff without a runup, but it takes a while and a lot of effort. Slow-to-moderately-quick airspeed, good at steady flight, not optimized for agility and usually doesn't bother trying for it. Not a huge marathon flyer -- he's got the best potential for it out of the entire Batfam, and he can certainly pull it off when needed, but it's not something he does a lot.

Inherited his wings from his mother -- Martha Wayne had similarly-sized white swan wings that were particularly noted for their "classical beauty" -- she never bothered to put in the effort to fly as an adult, though

Dick: Wings are built somewhere between raven and accitripidae/forest hawk, in corvid black with a subtle iridescent blue sheen over the feathers (think brown-headed cowbird). Elliptical wings, pretty long for the overall shape but still, for his height, the shortest wingspan in the Batfam. Very mixed flight style depending on activity/conditions; he's capable of both a high-power active flight as well as powered level flight and periods of soaring, but he's optimized for high-speed, high-agility pursuit flight, both in terms of open-air acrobatics and close-quarters slalom and he is very fucking good at it. Nightwing is acclaimed one of the best flyers in the world, and Dick Grayson isn't all that far behind. Wide range of possible flight speeds and capable of bursts of extreme speed, as well as being a decent marathon flyer -- his wings aren't super optimized for it but he spends enough time in the air that steady level flight for multiple hours isn't really a challenge.

Both of his parents had corvid wings  -- John Grayson had jackdaw wings, while Mary had iridescent starling wings, which is where Dick gets his blue oversheen from.

Cass: Truly massive owl wings, with a dark sooty owl patterning of white spots on a dark charcoal background and a slightly lighter and unpatterned underside. She's got the full silent-flight feather adaptations, which combined with the fact that she's the smallest of the Bats means she's got the highest lift-to-weight ratio of the entire Batfam and thus the easiest time flying out of all of them. She's also got the lowest airspeed limit of the group (again, highest lift-to-weight ratio), but that's more because her entire speed range is downshifted: owl wings are not well-optimized for high-speed flight or extreme acrobatics, and they tend to be unwieldy for power-flapping. She makes up for it with The most ominous dead-silent low-speed glide you've ever seen in your life, and also just by being Cass.

Jason: Big thermal-soaring Buteo wings (New World hawks) in a redtail pattern, cream-and-brown on the undersides with a dark rust-red topside. Despite being the heaviest of the Bats (more so than Bruce!) he can still make it into the air, and honestly he's just grateful he can still do that. Makes the most use of thermal and wind patterns of the lot of them, because his lift-to-weight ratio is almost perfectly balanced and he'll take any advantage he can get. Needs to take off from a high point that he can drop down from, because a ground takeoff is Not Happening (not even a launch takeoff like Tim: his wings are the wrong shape for it).

Steph: Iridescent purple swallow wings (and she is so incredibly proud of the color you don't even know). White undersides, which she tints to be Spoiler (it's similar to hair chalk? but for feathers. Bruce uses it too to tint Brucie's feathers more of a light dove grey). Very swoopy in flight -- she'll power-flap up to a high point and then dive or loop on a glide. Not much of a long-distance flyer because the power-flapping takes a lot of energy, but in flight she's the second-most acrobatic of the Batfam -- she really likes loop-the-loops.

Tim: Very long, narrow falconiform wings, patterned like a gyrfalcon in white and dark silver bars on the top and white and slightly lighter silver bars on the underside. Falconiform wings are hard to fly with in general because they're high-speed wings, which makes him wicked fast in the air but also kind of awkward, because the low lift-to-weight ratio (and the fact that falconiform wings are not optimized for gliding) means that he can only stay aloft if he's moving at extremely high-speed powered flight. Cannot do a ground takeoff on his own at all because he just cannot move that fast on his own two feet -- he needs to either dive from a high point or launch from a moving vehicle (he does this off a motorcycle or the roof of a car a lot, it's very cool).

Damian: Merlin wings (inherited from Talia) in Bruce's dark grey front-and-back but with Talia's green-gold oversheen. Falconiform wings, but not as long and narrow as Tim's -- his wings are built for high-power pursuit flight, with a lot of fast strong flapping and very high-speed turns. Currently the fastest of the Batfam in the air and the second-best at a slalom, though that will probably change as he grows and gains more body mass, but he's got limited endurance since he's basically sprinting every time he goes aloft. Also an afficionado of the launch-from-a-moving-vehicle takeoff, much to his and Tim's mutual disdain.

Duke: I'm not sure about Duke yet, but I think he's got something like goose wings -- solid, efficient, working wings without anything fancy but high-lift and strong enough that he doesn't really need to care about things like windspeed and airspeed and thermal locations like a lot of the other Batfam. He started flight training extremely late (Steph, despite also being trained later in life, was very adamant about learning to fly right from the start), so he's still working on getting up to speed, as it were.

[glitter-stained]

I once had a friend who said "of course I trust the people I love, how could you love someone if you didn't trust them? Of course I trust you, otherwise I couldn't love you." I didn't know how to tell her that to me, love had almost always hurt, that I had grown so used to betrayal that I had trained my ears to twist promises into truths so this hope wouldn't hurt when they ripped out of my chest. I didn't have to say much, I think, she saw me flinch at the slightest noise, and knew I didn't understand, and so I hope she never does.

I do not love in spite of all this rage. I rage because I love, and I want to know a love that doesn't hurt, I want the knife in my back to burn with pain instead of this dull ache of pulling my hair up and offering my shoulder blades again, again, while I dig my fist in the ground to punish something else. There is so much love in me and it should make you scared. It terrifies me. Like a raptor dying with its love clutched into its bent talon, I would rather die than let go of the hand pulling at my hair. I want to learn to let go. I want to learn to love less. I want a promise I can believe but words have been ruined for me.

Now all I do is scream.

[ivy-plays]

We'll be alright part 2

Summary: you've been married to Owen Grady as well as training a pack of velocsrapters at the New Jurassic World for two years now. So what happens when the two of you are asked to check on the paddock for a new dinosaur only for things to go sideways and send the entire park into chaos?

Series: jerassic world

Pairing: Owen Grady x reader

Warnings: blood, death, cursing. As usual if I missed anything let me know in the comments.

Raiting: pg13

<previous - ch.1

A cool breeze drafted throughout our small bungalow on the other side of the island from the park. I hummed quietly to myself as I chopped up some potatoes for our dinner ,every now and again looking up and out the kitchen window at Owen who was outside working on his bike. I smirked to myself as I watched how his muscles flexed as he tightened a bolt on the tires.

The next time I looked up it was because I heard the sound of tiers grinding against our gravel driveway. A white Mercedes Benz had come to a stop just in front of our house."what does she want?' I think to myself as I put down my knife and wipe my hands off on a towel before heading outside., to see what Claire could possibly want that couldn't wait until tomorrow.

" What do they want now" Owen says with an exasperated sigh as he wipes the oil from his hands and I come to a stop beside him.

"no clue. I just want to know what's so damn important it couldn't wait until tomorrow" I say as I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. I watch as Claire walks up to the two of us and is trying not to trip in her heels which I have to hold back a laugh from.

"Mr. Grady" the red head says as she comes to a stop in front of us and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes at the fact she only addressed Owen. Claire never could get over the fact that Owen dumped her and got with me instead. We were friends before from the navy, and eventually feelings grew and here we are today almost two years later.

"it's nice to see you too Claire" I say with a fake smile and Clair cuts her eyes to look at me

" Mrs. Grady. " She said stiffly before looking back at Owen " I need you to come take a look at something."

"why are you calling us Mr. And Mrs. Brady?" Owen asks as he leans back against me and I rest my arms on his shoulders.

"Owen" the red head says" if you're not too busy-"

"we're pretty busy" I cut her off coldly which earned me an amused smile from Owen.

"we have an attraction" Claire continued completely ignoring me

" that's not what you said the last time I saw you " Owen says being the one to cut her off this time.

"I'm talking about the dinosaurs Mr. Grady" she continues with an irritated tone .

"Owen" Owen corrects with a sigh. He was no happier about seeing Claire than I was. Her holier than thow attitude really grates on my nerves.

" A new species we made,"

" you just went and made a new dinosaur?" I say with a raised brow as I was blown away by her nonchalant tone when she said they just up and made a new breed of dinosaur.

"yes that's kind of what we do here" Claire says with matter of fact tone and a fake smile as she rebuts what I asked. She once more turned to look back at Owen.

' This bitch' I think to myself," who does she think she is just ignoring me and talking to my husband like I'm not even here?"

"The exhibit opens to the public in three weeks . Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you." She explained as she swatted some nats away from her .

" Do you want to consult here or in our bungalow? " I say with a smirk as I wave a hand to our home.

"that's not funny"

"it's a little funny" Owen interjects with a smile.

"we'd like you to evaluate the padlock for vulnerabilities" Claire stated with a clear tone of irritation sleeping into her attitude.

"why us?" Owen asks as he goes back to working on his bike completely uninterested in this conversation.

Claire lets out a sigh," I guess Mr. Masrani thinks since you're able to control the raptors " Claire began to explain before once more getting cut off by Owen . " It's a relationship. It's built on mutual respect. That's why you and I never had a second date." My husband says as he wipes his hands off with the rag he had in his back pocket before walking the bike to sit closer to the bungalow under the awning.

" I'm going to go inside and finish up dinner. So don't be too much longer dear. " I whisper to Owen as I place a quick kiss on his chapped lips before going inside.

It wasn't long after I came inside that I heard the front door open and close. " That was quick. So has Claire left?" I called out to my husband who had walked straight to our bedroom upon coming inside. It was silent for a moment until his voice called back

" no. She's insistent that I go look at this padlock. Well we but she would prefer only Me" he says as he walks up to me while he's finishing pulling on a new and clean shirt.

" Dinner is gonna have to wait baby. I'm sorry but I promise as soon as we get back we're doing nothing but eating our dinner together and cuddling while watching some shity new movie on Netflix. " Owen says as he gently cups my face in his warm and calloused hands. I let out a sigh but leaned into his touch.

" well then let's make this quick. "

An: I finally wrote another chapter of this story!! I'm getting back into the movies and subsequently owen as well. So sorry for such a long wait. I honestly forgot about the series until someone messaged me asking me to write more for this story lol.

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[anonsally]

Day 1 in Chile: Arrival and Valparaíso

Neither of us slept much on the overnight flight to Santiago, and I have to report that landing in darkness in a place you've never been is a bit anticlimactic. I was sad not to get to see the Andes from above. However, the important thing is that we arrived safely and so did our luggage, and by the time we left the airport, the sun was up. It was cold!

Central Chile is pretty hilly, with vegetation reminiscent of much of California--scrubby bushes, some succulents and cacti, some palm trees, eucalypts, and California poppies. We drove [er, we were driven. we did not rent a car.] through some agricultural areas and one of the wine-making valleys before reaching the coast.

Our hotel in Valparaíso has a backyard, and while we were getting combobulated in the hotel room (we were able to check in early), we saw an interesting bird out the window. I was able to get a look through my binoculars and identified it as a fire-eyed diucon! Exciting! My first new bird of the trip! (Well, the first one I could identify. I saw corvids and raptors out the window on the way from airport to hotel, but not well enough to identify any of them.)

We also saw roof cats! This city is built on 42 hills, has several funiculars still in operation, and lots of murals in a diversity of styles. One side effect of the steep hills is that the cats wandering around find it easy to access rooftops.

Once we had freshened up, we headed out and found a cafe for brunch (we hadn't had much of a breakfast). This revived us enough to go for a wander. We wanted to ride the funicular, but it costs about 10 cents, so naturally you have to pay cash, and we didn't have any cash. So we had to walk down to the train station to find a machine where we could withdraw money. Then we found the nearest funicular and rode it up a hill. That was an extremely fun 45 seconds! It was very steep and actually saved a pretty long uphill climb on foot. We wandered around, admiring murals and the view, taking photos, and buying gifts, chocolate, etc. We found our way to another funicular and rode it down and then back up! More wandering, and then eventually when we were really flagging we came back to the hotel.

Wife then looked at the plugs and realised she didn't have the right kind of adaptor, so we headed out to try to find her one. We were exhausted so we walked partway, took the funicular down, walked quite a way and then discovered that the shop Google had directed us to was closed (it was past 5pm on a Sunday). We were demoralised, but managed to take a bus to the train station and returned to a shop we'd popped in at earlier for something else--but they didn't have any adaptors left. However, the woman working there explained that a two-prong European plug does plug into the 3-prong Chilean outlets, so Wife's adaptors should work after all.

At that point we were famished. We took a funicular back up (for those of you keeping track, that was 5 rides total on 2 different funiculars) and went to a nearby family-run restaurant where we ate a delicious but massively overabundant dinner. Which was a pity because the cakes looked really lovely, but I was too full to order a slice. I did, however, have a lovely cherimoya juice with my meal (it tasted like candy!), and we shared a shot of delicious cacao liqueur for a digestivo.

It was a steep walk in the cold back to the hotel, and I'm planning to go to bed very soon because I'm so exhausted and because we are getting up early tomorrow for our birdwatching tour.

[sketchyonlooker]

The Case of Akazawa Shiho (working title):

A maw filled with teeth larger than her snaps up a schoolgirl running beside her, her scream quickly silenced by the crunch of bone. Other creatures - familiar creatures she'd only seen in Duel Monsters - continue their slaughter within the Domino City Subway Station.

A young child screams for his mother as the raptors tore him limb from limb.

An old man is trampled over by the crowd - and then shredded apart by a worm-like creature with concentric teeth from below. Like watching a sink garbage disposal in action.

The brutal scenes multiplied as the monsters continued flooding in from the tunnels and entrance.

She's gonna die.

She's gonna die.

There's no way she's surviving this.

No matter how much she runs with the crowd. Sooner or later, safety in numbers was not going to be enough, not with everyone here betting on it.

Where can she run to? The subway tunnels - where there was already so much blood pooling it could fill a lake? The entrances - where the monsters are coming from? The trains - that proved effortless for the monsters to break into? Does it even matter now? She doesn't have the luxury of choi-

Something latches onto her wrist. And then she feels something catch across her ankle. The moment she realized she'd been tripped was the moment she fell face first onto the ground. As she looked up, she could see a middle-aged man in a suit running with the crowd but continued to face her with a grin-

!@#$

Before she could curse him out in her final moments.

riiing...

...That sound. Like a tuning fork.

She's heard it before.

A in C minor.

The man's triumphant gaze becomes confused and unfocused - as if he were staring through her - but then quickly shifts into panic. She doesn't see his fate as the monsters that were chasing the crowd suddenly leapt over he-

Craaccck.

-SHit.

Her foot. Just got stepped on by a two-headed dinosaur - Two-Headed King Rex, the Duel Monster - You fucker.

She's going to be a Rex anti-fan from now on.

...At least she still had enough of her mind to make shitty jokes, not that this was the appropriate occasion. Or maybe it was the perfect occasion now that she was so thoroughly fucked.

A likely broken foot she can't feel cause of the adrenaline. Surrounded by a hoard of man-eating monsters.

A lizard-like monster - Masked Chameleon - darts its tongue towards one of the runners in the crowd; its barbed tongue pierces through the man's leg - and retracts backwards with such force that it tears the leg off. The moment he stumbles down is the moment he is chomped apart by the chasing monsters.

The Masked Chameleon's eyes turns its beady eye towards her, and her breath catches her in throat as she forces herself to be very still.

It flicks its tongue slowly - was it like a snake? Did it sense body heat? It approaches slowly at its slow crawl, and she feels her heart thump harder and harder as it closes in.

But it then walks past her without fanfare. As soon as it was a good distance, she released her breath, the lightheadedness she'd been ignoring making her woozy.

How?

Why?

----

∞:

They didn't notice her. The monsters - the dragons - the lizards. They ignored her completely just like the dwindling people still alive ignored her.

Why? Among all of the people who died here, why was she still alive?

...She had a feeling she knew why.

That sound. A in C minor.

She's heard it before.

Back when Sketchy barged into that white-haired guy Bakura - she remembered his name from the Battle City Final's - and the creepy zombie-looking guy's duel. And of course, the horrible outcome of watching zombie-guy's flesh disintegrate into black goop in high-definition. Thanks for the nightmares, Sketchy. BEBD really should stop giving advi-

"Woof!"

Her head turned towards the broken escalator, only to find a dog. Its matted long fur was so dirtied that she couldn't see what breed it was, but it was a small dog. A dog that none of the monsters seem to have noticed despite its hyperactive hopping.

"Woof!"

And it was walking towards her when nothing else here could see her. It probably should've raised more alarm bells, but at this point, as long as it wasn't scaly, she was willing to trust it.

The smelly dog sniffed at her carefully.

"Woof!"

It then tugged on her sleeve.

"...Do you want me to follow you?" She wasn't scared of talking. Not after accidentally screaming in front of a Raptor that lunged a little too close trying to eat the man that ran close to her.

"Arf!"

She doesn't hesitate as the dog begins running towards the broken escalator. Pain sears through her foot as she limps her way forward. She knows she can't stay here anyway. Whatever providence is happening right now might not last.

Her hands briefly pat against her trusty blue mage's hat. It fills her with a bit of comfort and courage.

She has to get somewhere safe.

If that meant taking a chance by following a dog that seemed to know what it's doing, well, it's not like she hasn't been cheating death all this time.

[pandoriasmostwanted]

🐾⚔️ for all of them :)

🐾 [PAW PRINTS] -> Does your Original Character own any pets? If so, how many and what kind?

Ylva - Basically owns a private zoo at this point, she has so many animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds you name it, she probably has it.

Phoenix - Also owns a lot of animals, but she trains animals for tv and movies

Branwen - has a small flock of ravens, and a cat. The ravens are named after the Addams Family and the cat is named Salem

Calamity - she has a seagull named Fripp :)

Lorelei - doesn't have any pets in the traditional sense, but she does take care of the animals that live in her lake

Blake - co-owns Phoenix's animals because they're together <3

Persephone - she has an African bush viper that is basically a glorified house plant

Aida - she has a black and white cat named Oreo

Drew - doesn't have the time for any pets, but if he did it'd be something low maintenance like a ball python

Morgan - her dad is a wildlife rehabber, so they're not pets, but she does spend a lot of time around animals

Hayden - she has a Rottweiler mix puppy named Libby

Max - no pets currently, but I could see him getting a rabbit or guinea pig.

⚔️ [CROSSED SWORDS] -> What is your Original Character's relationship to Dark Core, their Riders, and Garnok in general?

Ylva - Even though they're supposed to be enemies, Ylva kind of pities the Dark Riders. She can't help it, it's just who she is. In another lifetime she feels they could be friends. Thinks Darko is a pathetic wet cat and Mr Sands is a loser, though.

Phoenix - Tries to ignore them mostly, she's tired of the emotional whiplash they give her between flirting and attempted murder.

Branwen - No real feelings either way about them, though she did turn down their offer to recruit her. She did once have a violin battle with Katja though.

Calamity - Was briefly part of Dark Core, but they kicked her out because she was too annoying. She still shows up every now and again because they refuse to update their security. She also broke their portal by accident.

Lorelei - Doesn't like Dark Core, she despises what they're doing to the environment, and is personally responsible for that scar on Sabine's face

Blake - Basically ignores Dark Core.

Persephone - Had a Raptor-esque experience with Dark Core briefly before she broke off their contract and has ignored them since

Aida - Detests Dark Core, the Dark Riders and everything they stand for.

Drew - Blissfully unaware

Morgan - In the same camp as Lorelei, hates how badly they're screwing up the ecosystem with their bullshit

Hayden - Kinda stays out it, she knows they're bad, and she helps the druids and keepers of aideen how she can but she's not a fighter

Max - Blissfully unaware of everything

[hellfireconfessions]

Guri’s “apology” is the worst than “the toxic gossip train apology”.

The poor defense, and trying to play off as only love-bites as your “villain character.” when the first doc is plainly non-con and beastility.

- the POV is a human inside an animal body that’s retains humanity and knows they do. Even blatantly expressing that the rest around them are beasts and would drive anyone insane.

- the feeling of her fur against your abdomen, cannot literally be played off as anything else after just stating you “sink your fangs into her backneck” that is non-con and beastility. That is not “love-bites” the fact you’re trying to play it off as only that only makes you more horrendous.

- the she turned into a grown woman with a different body, but I didn’t bother to ask why. Can easily be seen, and is seen as the character saw child grow up into this adult but didn’t ask why and still views them as the same, a child.

The second doc only comfirms this as being non-con as you explicitly wrote “I just want to to sink my teeth on her back neck, and just mate quickly”. You wrote this, you cannot say that this is love bites, this is non-con and beastility. So don’t try to even say it’s anything else.

- “wish I could lead her away to mate right now.” Only cements it further.

Third document

“My jaws are occupied by her backneck, her soft fur covers me like a blanket…More of her pained gasps, more of her muffled cries, more of her trembling body.” Again this has been confirmed by Guri’s writing to be how they believe raptors mate, so again more non-con and beastility. Also the swollen womb shit is fucking weird and gross.

Saying there was No to sexual content is a the most disgusting lie. In the second doc says plainly of wanting to just mate, and feels bad when they can’t after attacking a rival.

Saying no to beastility, human conscious in an animal body. Just because you write it off as “primal urges” does not allow you to say you didn’t write beastility non-con several times.

- it’s still a human Guri, doesn’t fucking matter that’s in an animal body.

Your character may not define you, but your writing definitely fucking does Guri.

You say you don’t promote pedophilia, non-con, and beastility but all your writing says different. Try as you might to deny it currently, but all you truly have to fall back on is what exactly YOU wrote. So don’t get pissed because you’re facing consequences you immature child.

Also with the putting a warning and censoring thought would stop curiosity is bullshit. The first two don’t even have trigger warnings or proper spoiler bars by discord. Only the third one.

You also actively knew there were 16 year olds and 17 year olds in the server and posted non-con, beastility and pedophilia.

- you want to fucking know what that is Guri? Federal crimes in both the United States and Mexico. You wrote explicit, that can be viewed as p0rngraphic by definition, stories that non-con, beastility, and pedophilia that were viewable for minors to see.

Also, the fact servers are banning you is great. Because we know that these servers are willing to protect their communities from people that are willing to cause harm to others.

- your side of things is also the most “there is a very obvious hole in the drywall with a poster that barely covers it” shit I’ve ever seen. You did something extremely disgusting, you are paying for the consequences, so act like an adult and not a child.

Yes it is a dinosaur game, and no we don’t have to be friends with everyone. But we definitely don’t have to put up with someone who willing writes and publishes non-con, beastility, and pedophilia of dinosaurs.

- also the fresh start/amends is a the most obvious “trying to be a good person stunt ever.” We know you won’t listen unless you’ve talked to someone before all this shit went down. Because your head is so far up your ass you can only think your shit smells nice.

:)

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[usafphantom2]

Piloting the F-35 can make pilots look 'as if they were 100 years old', says test pilot

“It's like an 800-pound gorilla sitting on your chest,” a pilot said at a Lockheed Martin webinar.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 06/18/2023 - 19:25 in Military

U.S. test pilots described the challenges of flying one of the most advanced warplanes in the world, the F-35 fighter, in a recent discussion in a webinar organized by Lockheed Martin.

Tony "Brick" Wilson, an F-35 test pilot for the American defense company that previously served in the U.S. Navy, described the "g forces" - or gravitational force - he must deal with when piloting U.S. high-tech fighters.

“It's like an 800-pound gorilla sitting on your chest,” Wilson said earlier this month, The Jerusalem Post reported.

Tony “Brick” Wilson.

The "dogfight" of aircraft against aircraft is like a full-body workout and "you're finished" in the end, Wilson added.

Monessa "Siren" Balzhiser, another test pilot of the company's F-35, also addressed the "g forces" in the discussion.

An average roller coaster pulls about three to four "g forces," said Balzhiser, who, before joining Lockheed, served in the U.S. Air Force.

“For a g-force, think about your weight. Therefore, if you weighed 100 pounds, pulling 9 g, you would be pulling 900 pounds of force on a person's body. Imagine so much pressure on your body. It takes a lot of training and special training," Balzhiser said.

F-35

After a mission, "the pilots leave looking to be 100 years old," she added.

Later, Wilson was asked about the distance the jets could fly, according to The Jerusalem Post, and he described the different fuel levels available in each variant of the jet.

An F-35A carries 18,000 pounds of fuel, the F-35B carries about 13,000 pounds of fuel and the F-35C carries almost 20,000 pounds of fuel, the test pilot said.

Monessa “Siren” Balzhiser.

Generally, on missions, pilots do not fly more than “500 to 700 nautical miles, perform a mission and then travel back” to the base, Wilson said.

In the webinar, Balzhiser said that what she values most in warplanes is “the amount of information and situational awareness that the F-35 gave me compared to the F-16”.

The F-16 has three separate screens and monitors, with each screen connected to a specific sensor," she told The Jerusalem Post. "The pilots needed to merge the sensor into their brain to get the information, think about it and come up with a solution. The large graphic display of the F-35 does this, provides this situational awareness faster than I was able to do on the F-16."

F-35 test pilot Chris "Worm" Spinelli spent 24 years in the Air Force piloting fighters such as the F-22 and F-16 before joining Lockheed. He told me that F-35 technology gives pilots a whole new understanding of where they are in the air in relation to an enemy - something that determines life or death in air-to-air combat.

Chris “Worm” Spinelli.

"In an air-to-air confrontation, with a fourth-generation fighter, you are shooting and then maneuvering to help survive a subsequent attack from the enemy aircraft and I can tell you personally, based on my own combat experiences in the Raptor F-22 and F-16, it was very frustrating to try to see. Honestly, you never see [the enemy aircraft] or know what's going on," Spinelli said.

Spinelli said that the F-35 generates a totally different "Air Tactics" or "mental model" image for pilots who need to know their surroundings in the air war.

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Chapter 11

Warnings: 18+ readers only, teasing, slight stimulation, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

For many weeks leading up to October, I would join Bucky and Steve for lunch after working on Sundays, while we slowly went through the Jurassic park movies. They loved hearing my tidbits as we went through Jurassic Park 2 and 3. When we reached Jurassic World however, Steve and Bucky had straightened up in shock. 

"Is that Peter?" Steve asked. 

"Maybe. . ." Bucky said slowly as though in doubt. 

"Peter Quil?" I asked confused. "He's done a handful of movies, why?" 

"He's a teacher we work with, that's all." Steve answered quickly. "Although he's more of a substitute so he's not here most of the time." 

 "Hmm so billionaires and movie stars work at this school. Interesting." I replied lightly, settling in as we watched Owen Grady train the raptors. 

"Stars? As in plural?" Bucky asked. 

"Oh yeah." I said. "Uh Dean Fury was in a couple of star wars movies, he was in the very first Jurassic park movie, he's been in quite a few movies. It's just a little bit of a surprise that people with so much money and could retire become teachers." Then I grinned, "Or maybe. . . maybe it's a cover. The school is a cover." 

Steve looked like a deer in headlights but Bucky chuckled, pulling me closer in a teasing way. "Oh yeah? What sort of cover doll?" 

Every single time he called me this nickname I needed to try and get space because I became so aroused. My cheeks burned too, so I knew he had to know he was making me flustered. 

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully. "The mafia?" 

Steve chuckled softly and Bucky grinned, "The mafia hmm? You like bad boys like that?" 

I was suddenly very confused and flustered, deciding it was better just to ignore him and watch the movies. 

I wasn't sure why I had become so comfortable with my teachers, or when it had become so. It felt like it had been instantaneous before I remembered I spent a few weeks thinking Professor Barnes hated me. But that felt like a lifetime ago, not two months. 

Bucky chuckled, "She does like bad boys." 

"Shut up." I mumbled, biting my bottom lip, focusing solely on the boys arriving to the amusement park. "You'll miss the movie." 

But I could feel his smug silence throughout the rest of the movie and when he drove me back to the campus. 

I had also started hanging out in a very strange group which consisted of Helen, Ivy, Venus, and Destiny. Most of them had tragic pasts and Venus didn't talk much but whatever had happened to her had rendered her half-human, half-robot/cyborg and always looked like she was hiding something. The other three hadn't really shared their pasts, but from the way they constantly seemed to look around warily, there was definitely trauma. 

I had also taken up therapy, which I attended every Friday after classes. I wasn't really sure if the classes were working, but it also felt just a little bit good opening up about some of the things I was feeling. 

I had been wrong to an extent. Professor Wilson- or Sam as he was getting me to call him while we were in session- did not tell me things I wanted to hear. His advice was sometimes unappealing, but when followed through, I found it helpful. 

And then there was John. After hanging out with him once or twice, despite my bad feelings, I found that he wasn't really bad company. He could even be funny, sometimes making me laugh. 

But with all of this, I was barely seeing Clementine. We were both working, studying, and trying to balance social lives. . . but we weren't including each other in our social lives. I had tried to hang out with her friends and she had tried to hang out with mine. But her friends were all science nerds who seemed to go out of their way to make me feel stupid. And my friends were just not the right fit her. 

I missed her though and I wondered if now that we were adults, we would grow apart completely. 

Halloween started to roll around the corner, and the campus was hosting an outdoor movie night. I'm not sure if they just wanted us to freeze to death since the high was going to be sixty-three, but regardless, it was something the entire campus was talking about. 

"Hey." Clementine said as she came into the dorm. I had just finished making a delicious salad with all the meats and stuff, putting it out on the table. I had leftover chicken that Bucky and I had cooked together one of my Saturdays over and had been able to bring home. 

"Hey." I said, setting two plates down on the table. "How was class?" 

"Good. I was thinking, we should go to the movie thing together. Dress up, ya know?" Clem asked, dropping her bag on the couch, sitting down as we started to eat. 

"Any costume ideas?" I asked slowly, knowing that we usually paired outfits, but I wasn't sure if she was going to dress up with her new friend group. 

"I was thinking Hololive characters?" Clementine said hesitantly. "What do you think?" 

"Sounds adorable." I said slowly, trying to picture a costume in my mind. Gawr Gura would be pretty cute, but I wasn't sure I could pull her off. "Just us or are we including our friends too?" 

"Up to you, but I'd like to do just us if you like that." Clementine said. 

"Yeah." I smiled, popping a piece of sliced pepperoni into my mouth. 

"Great!" Clementine said enthusiastically. "Can't wait to see which character you pick." 

Yes, that was the question, wasn't it? 

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I finished braiding my newly dyed hair together, letting the dark strands layer in with the light gray, almost silver strands. Then I stood up, slowly and carefully getting into my outfit. It was a red plaid skirt with a gray sort've corset. It also came with a matching gray. . . almost collar sort've thing with gold edging and red string to tie it together. Clementine had helped me stitch together a slide on jacket with large, frilly sleeves that hid my hands and I had fashioned a hat to match everything. I even popped light red contacts in my eyes to finish the whole thing off. 

I wore black stockings that ended above my knees, fitted with black lace, and then wore small school girl shoes. Finally, I stood in the mirror looking like Sakamata Chloe from Hololive. 

I smiled and then exited the room to see that Clementine was waiting in the dorm for me. She had debated between Amelia Watson and Sakura Miko, before finally settling in as Houshou Marine. 

She hadn't dyed her hair like I had, instead wearing a pink and white wig, with amber contacts in her eyes. She wore a neat little black dress that finished in a tight white collar around her neck. She wore black gloves that traveled mid-way up her arm. I wasn't quite sure what she was wearing around her legs, but she was also wearing school girl shoes.

I grinned, watching her twirl a butterfly knife in her hands. "You look great." 

Clementine looked up, eyes lighting up as she saw me, "Oh you look amazing! The hair came out great!" 

"Thanks." I said, grinning. "Ready to go?" 

"Yes." She said, grabbing the bag of candy to stuff into her purse. I giggled, grabbing the pumpkin candy corns that for me and solely me. 

We headed out of the dorm and I immediately felt giddy, seeing everyone else dressed up for Halloween. I had been a little worried that Clem and I might stand out as being too sexy, despite both of us covering up well enough. But my worries were unwarranted. Compared to half of the other girls here, Clem and I were practically the epitome of modesty. 

"Let's sit near the back." Clementine suggested as we reached Central Park, the place that the College had set the outdoor movies at. "We can sit near the speakers, and we won't have to crane our necks to see the screen." 

"Excellent." I said and we did just that, spreading the blanket out on the ground, making ourselves comfortable. We had even packed a small picnic and Clementine decided to set that up at the moment, pulling out the thermos of hot chocolate. 

I pulled out the marshmallows and we made our cups and settled in as the first movie started, which was Nightmare Before Christmas. Then there was The Shining, then Hocus Pocus, which I absolutely loved. 

"Hey girls." I heard a voice behind me as Coraline started to play. I looked up to see Professors Rogers, Barnes, and Wilson there. 

"Hello Professors." We said together. I couldn't help but rake my eyes over them. 

Professor Rogers was dressed as a cowboy, his brown leather vest sleeveless, showing off his rippling muscles. His blue jeans were skin tight, nearly painted on his legs, which showed off his firm thighs and fine ass. 

Professor Barnes was dressed as a police officer, his blue cap perched jauntily on his head. The outfit did his thighs wonders, the muscles bulging against the fabric. His fingers played with the handcuffs that were sitting on his belt and as I met his eyes, he raised an eyebrow, lifting them, which just made me redder. 

Professor Wilson didn't look half bad either, dressed as Dr. Facilier from the Princess and the Frog. 

"You girls look great." Professor Rogers added and I suddenly realized that he'd been looking Clem and I over just as much as I had been looking him over. His cheeks were fairly pink and he quickly sat down next to me. Bucky sat behind the two of us, Professor Wilson taking the other side of Clem. 

"Thanks." I mumbled. 

"Good enough to eat." Bucky whispered so softly in my ear that I wasn't even sure I'd heard him say anything at all. 

"You ever seen this movie before?" Steve asked, motioning to the movie screen. I had forgotten that we were even watching movies. 

"A handful of times. Coraline is pretty good." I said. "Want some?" I asked, offering my bag of pumpkin candy corn.

He looked it blankly. "What is it?" 

I gasped, "You haven't had candy corn before?" 

"Good, don't, it's disgusting." Clementine called over to him, "It's literally just pure sugar and gelatin." 

I huffed. "They're delicious. I don't know what you're problem is." 

"Disgusting." Clementine muttered. 

"You're the one who eats nuts in her candy." I muttered darkly, watching her bite into a snickers. I pretended to hold back vomit and Clementine punched me in the arm. 

I placed a pumpkin in Steve's hand and Bucky reached over to pluck one out, both of them popping it into their mouths at the same time. Both of them made puzzled faces as they slowly chewed them over before Steve quickly swallowed his, reaching for his water. Bucky on the other hand, plucked a second one away from me to eat it again. 

Just like with the Jurassic Park movies, I found myself getting far to comfortable, leaning against Steve's arm as the movie progressed. I could also feel Bucky moving in behind the two of us, his fingers grazing against my hip lightly. 

I completely forgot that it wasn't just the three of us until Clementine coughed next to me. I jumped a little, my body jerking away from both of my Professors. I glanced over discretely to see if she had noticed, and received a shock. 

Her head was rested against Professor Wilsons' shoulder, their fingers laced behind their backs on the blanket. I flushed, quickly looking away, placing my own hands in my lap. 

I was feeling rather conflicted as Coraline ended and the last movie of the night came on: Pet Semetary. I had read the book and was quite confident that the movie wouldn't be as scary. . . I was wrong. They built the tension just perfectly in the movie and I had to hide my face into Steve's shoulder a fair number of times. And when the old man walked down the stairs slowly, I pressed back into Bucky and then flinched as the girl stabbed him in the ankle with the scissors, a muffled scream against my lips. 

Bucky had just chuckled, pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly. I looked around, but no one was near us to care. Sam and Clem were seemingly in their own little world as Sam kissed her shoulder. 

It grew colder as the night went on and I shivered, pressing into my brunette professor to gain some warmth. The movie slowly came to an end with a great finale, which I found terrifying, squealing behind clenched teeth that were starting to chatter. 

"Should get inside." Steve said, as the wind picked up again. I jerked as the empty candy bag flew away, chasing after it out of instinct, not wanting to litter. 

I nearly tripped over my own two feet, before managing to catch it, coming to a stop. Panting, I turned around and realized that I was in the forest bit of Central Park. I walked over to one of the trash cans, putting the bag in, before hearing a group of voices. 

Out of instinct, I darted away, hiding behind a tree. It was indeed Clementines' friends, and I was glad that I had hidden, so no one could find me. 

Just as I had thought that, a hand was placed over my mouth and I jumped, before relaxing at seeing it was just Professor Barnes. 

"You know doll, running off like that, you could get hurt." Bucky whispered darkly in my ear. My breathing had slowed down now, shallow, anticipating what was going to happen next. 

"Just didn't want to litter." I squeaked out. 

"There's so many bad people out at night." He continued, his hands on my hips now, his knee moving slowly between my leg. I had never been touched by a man like this and my heart was pounding. Heat seemed to be gathering between my legs in an unfamiliar way. I hoped he couldn't feel it the way I could. 

"G- good thing you're here then." I managed to say. 

"Oh doll, I am one of those bad boys." I felt metal around my wrists as he closed the handcuffs around them, lifting the chain so that I was on my tiptoes, resting it on a branch above my head, pushing it back far enough so that I couldn't free myself. "But, something tells me," He pushed his knee into my core harder, "You like bad boys." 

Our lips were inches apart, his blue eyes reflected in the moonlight. I felt dazed, my throat dry from the sweets and nothing to drink, eyelids tired, but adrenaline was coursing through my veins now. 

"Buck?" Steve's voice broke through the air, breaking the spell and shame swelled inside of me. How could I have possibly even harbored this fantasy, how could I have even thought of humoring this, when Steve was Bucky's husband? How could Bucky do such a thing to Steve, when they said that they loved each other so much? "Bucky?" 

"Right here Steve." Bucky purred, calling out. "I hope you're alone." 

I couldn't understand why Bucky wasn't trying to get out of this compromising situation. 

I heard Steve chuckle and say, "What are you up to punk?" I could hear his footsteps, crunching on the stiff grass as he came around the tree, stopping as he saw the two of us. Bucky ran his fingers across my chin, gripping my jaw so that I was forced to look at Steve. I could see his eyes, which darkened, a grin spreading across his face. 

And I understood. 

They were both in on it. 

I was suddenly drenched and Bucky chuckled, slowly moving his knee in circles, stimulating something so that small waves of pleasure seemed to shoot through my body from my core, down to my toes, and up to my head. 

"You look good princess." Steve purred, before coming to stand at the side of the tree, so he was behind me, and so he could whisper right into my ear. "Wanted to punch every guy that looked at you. You're to sexy in this outfit for your own good. This skirt makes your adorable little ass look so round and perfect." 

I couldn't breathe. Steve didn't even like people using 'hell' or 'shit' in class. How could he be talking like this? 

"You need to say something doll." Bucky whispered. 

My brain finally caught up with what was happening. Before I could even stop myself, or deliver it in a different fashion, the words just slipped out of my mouth: 

"I don't believe in sex outside of marriage." 

My heart dropped out of my chest as they both took a step back. I closed my eyes, sighing, "Sorry. I-I-" 

"Hey." Steve murmured softly, cupping my cheek. "That's alright Elizabeth. You don't have to worry, okay? We understand. Hell, that's a belief I've had for the longest time except-" 

"You're already married." I grinned, glad that he was alright with it. 

"No worries doll." Bucky kissed my cheek anyways. "Let me get you down." 

"Sorry." I mumbled again. 

"No. It's good you told us before we took it to a place you'd regret. That would be worse." Steve reassured me. 

Suddenly, I thought I heard a familiar voice and I frowned. Steve went to speak again, but I held up my hands, since they were still cuffed together. They both fell silent and I listened hard. 

". . . doing here?" Clementines' voice was angry. 

"Happy Halloween sister." 

"Get them off Buck, now!" I ordered, voice sharp and cold. The adrenaline was back, but this time it felt like I had a bucket of cold ice thrown over me. Bucky didn't hesitate, unlocking the handcuffs with a trick motion and I didn't look back as I sprinted in the direction of the voices. 

"CLEMENTINE!" I shouted as I came to a fork in the path. 

"Elizabeth?" Clementine's voice came from my left and I sprinted in that direction, skidding to a stop when I saw Donavan there. 

"Well hello there Lizzy." Donavan grinned, dimples showing in both cheeks as he smiled. "Did you miss me?" 

Bonus: 

(Admittedly though, the Steve in my story is before he got the beard and still has the much lighter blond hair. But this was pretty hot so. . .) 

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Mama Blue

Part 13

Hybrid Trainer

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Shrugging on a jacket with brown fur inside taking a seat down at the fire by my husband. Laying my head against his shoulder he flipped a knife he always carried in his other hand. Maisie sat on a log next to us doing the same thing with the knife she had in her hands. "Woah. Don't mess with her." He joked getting her to give a small smile. Claire came outside having put Jewel to bed for us taking a seat in our circle around the fire. "Mais, we need to talk about going over the bridge." I try to say something but she jumped to her feet throwing the knife on the ground. "I don't want to have to stay here forever. I'm sorry I can't be like little Jewel who follows your raptor tail!" She spun on her feet stomping inside the house slamming the door closed. Bending my head between my knees I sighed intertwining my hands together. "We can't keep her here forever. Either of them." Claire spoke running a hand through her hair. Owen rests a hand on my leg making me look him in the eye. "They find her, you or Jewel. We're never gonna see them again. We gotta protect then both. That's our job. That's what we're gonna do." Laying my head back on his arm I knew he was right.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes the next morning I rolled over smiling at Owen still laying beside me. Normally he would be already up helping some guys relocate the loose dinosaurs in the area. He shifted so he could have one arm behind his head. He moves his freehand into my hair pushing it from my face kissing my forehead softly. "Good morning Mrs. Grady. So yesterday you had something to tell me hmm?" He rolled over onto his side and I do the same so I was facing him directly. Playing with my wedding ring I smirked like he does. "You're gonna get called a daddy again Owen." He blinked his eyes a couple times before pressing his lips onto mine suddenly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the kiss where he hovers above me. We broke for air grinning at each other. "I love you." We chuckled noticing that we said it at the same time until I felt a prescence I haven't felt since our wedding day.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked helping me sit upright in the bed. Resting a hand on my stomach he could read my nerves. "Is it the baby?" Shaking my head no I toss the covers aside climbing from the bed getting dressed. "It's her, Owen. She's here." He threw on his coat following me quickly through the house noticing our two daughters handing some breed to a baby raptor. Stepping down the stairs of the porch I could hardly believe that the tiny raptor looked almost exactly like Blue. But it wasn't genetically possible not without a male. At least that's what Owen and I were told by Mills long ago. "Jewel come here." I demanded in a low tone where she ran to my hip when I was at Maisie's side. Twigs snapped making mu gaze lift up from the little raptor seeing my sister finally showing herself through the trees. "Blue, long time no see."

Owen moved in front of the three of us. His hand raised like he did when we were training the raptors on the island. Eyes never breaking with her golden ones using the same stern stance. "Hey girl. You staying out of trouble." Blue waved her tail back and forth snarling a little towards him. Maisie glanced between the two dinosaurs before her. "Blue had a baby. That's impossible." Shrugging my shoulders to her statement Jewel peaks behind my leg pointing her finger to Blue. "Is that raptor sissy, mommy?" She started to step forward but I grab her arm holding her still. It's been years since we have interacted with Blue. She wasn't the raptor beta from the island anymore. She's now a mother running in a strange world of human and different technologies after her time. Blue growled running off into the winter woods with her baby following her tail. Owen dropped his hand releasing a breaking breath he was holding in. "Looks like you're not the only raptor mother anymore Y/n." Jewel follows Maisie inside when I play with my wedding ring again. "Guess so but I still don't understand how....that's normal in our world." Owen wrapped an arm around my waist with both our gaze focused onto the woods where they ran.

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could i have promethean knight palmer breaking out of her cage doing just fine?

hello I went into fugue state and accidentally made 2k+ words happen. you're welcome. this is your fault

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The knowledge that the strangely docile Promethean Knight currently quarantined in the Science Wing of the Infinity was actually the Spartan Commander thought to have died in the attack on the ship weighed heavily on all parties unlucky enough to be in the know. Fireteam Crimson was tightlipped and the science team members working on the issue were sworn to secrecy.

Captain Lasky had not taken the news well, but had managed to dodge questions from the higher ups about the delay in finding Palmer's replacement and the new anomaly they had discovered on Requiem. Part of Roland was aware that the man had finally retired to his room, and then he had turned his eyes away to give his captain some privacy. Grief, while familiar, changed to this twisted sense of hope and recovery can only be borne for so long before one breaks. Her twin magnums still laid on his bedside table, unloaded at Roland's request, even if he felt the mementos might be too much at this time.

For once, Roland didn't have the words.

His consciousness once again focused on the Knight in the prison of glass and steel, so calm on the outside, but the code, the onslaught of rushing programming and thoughts and messages calling out and buffeting his senses. Her Spartan ID and file number and access codes being thrown against his firewalls like pleas to hear her, see her, know that she came back, that she really tried, that she's sor-

He pushes those messages away and sends back his own code, a small packet for her to unlock. Something to keep her busy since she's awakened again. After having let herself be captured and offering her very heart willingly, opening herself up in order to be known and seen after she was taken from them.

She's forerunner now, but much more simple than the engines he interacts with. Her programming seems to call for obedience, for certain orders to be followed and yet she came to them of her own free will. A bright blue amongst a sea of vibrant violent orange.

He can see her fiddling with the data he sent and watches her process and pick apart his questions before she sends it back, a bit slow and clumsy, with her own questions and what few answers she has.

She paces with heavy metallic footsteps, sword arm tucked close and unarmed metal one grasping the air as if missing the lightrifle she surrendered. Her smaller secondary arms clasp their hands together as she marches along the room they gave her, all the while she hisses and groans, warbling vocalizations that echo eerily until she clacks her faceplate in displeasure and silences herself save for the inner workings of her new body. Her body language and behavior more like a raptor than the data he has on the typical knights they've encountered, but her inner processes settle out into something he can comprehend and translate now that the humans are done poking at her.

LEFT ME ALONE WITH EGGHEADS

"I'm sorry Commander, they wanted to be thorough. We needed to be sure." He offers back. Roland's thankful for all of his processing power and the ability to juggle so many trains of thought. His own backburnered grief would be overwhelming in this moment if not for the conflicting threads of joy at this strange reunion or the inherent curiosity that is part of all AI. He and the Commander had gotten along before with their similarities as tools and being viewed as not quite human. She had joked about the augs in front of him, and a distant part of him wonders if she'll compare this loss of autonomy to that one.

DOES HE BELIEVE ME?

If he had lungs, the air would have left them, but Roland is quick and his short career has led to him responding as best he can to catastrophic situations. Time for more damage control. No need to play dumb.

"I think the Captain does...he's just adjusting. He's missed you. We've all missed you, Commander."

She stops pacing and looks over to his avatar's projection. The usual confident pose is gone and he's clasping his hands together in a mirror of her own externalized anxiety. His cameras take in the subtle shift in her stance and he notes an increase in her internal processes. The mechanisms that now make up her being chug and stutter, ramping up and venting heat as she stands frozen in the center of the room.

"Commander? What are you doing? Are you planning something?"

AM NOT

"Palmer, please. I can see you calculating. Are those slipspace coordinates?"

GO AWAY. I'LL FIX THIS.

"Commander!"

He's fast, faster than her, which is the only reason the dumb AI can't send the ship into high alert with a detected slipspace rupture inside the vessel. He tracks her as she messily warps into her old quarters, then her office, then the captain's quarters within a matter of seconds. His matrix stutters with stress and still part of him wants to laugh. She's still human, still his Commander Palmer with actions speaking louder than words. He follows as best he can to help with damage control and formulates a few plans to get her back to the science wing unseen. Somehow he feels lighter for it, as if this string of events is less terrifying than when she tried percussive maintenance on the artifact Crimson retrieved.

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Their bottle of scotch sits untouched on his kitchen counter, the light over the sink shining on the amber liquid he hasn't allowed himself to touch since before. His eyes glaze over the distant details of his room as he lays on the unkempt sheets. Dishes in the sink and cups lining the counters, half charged datapads blink from the workstation and garbage overflows onto the floor near the bin.

Sarah was alive, technically.

She had died in front of him, or so he thought.

Bright flecks of orange dance behind his eyelids, her last scream echoing through the halls and in his mind.

It should have been him.

The weight of her armor, once again pushing him out of the way, a memory ghosting against his tired and bruised form. The real target had been sheltered, nearly cradled to the floor, while his companion disappeared before his eyes. He was so tired of watching the life leave people he cared about.

There was nothing to bury.

There had barely been anytime to recover and now-

Now there was a thing they brought back that held her memories and he had read the reports from New Phoenix and he knew and he had to be strong. He was a Lasky, he was used to being strong. Tom was so tired.

He sighs and stares at the ceiling above his bunk, and closing his eyes he can see the ceiling above his bunk from Corbulo, can almost reach his hands and trace the words in the air all these years later. He swallows thickly, grief unstoppered by the reopening of wounds new and old. Grief for lives lost and lives lived and mangled.

Becoming captain did not make things easier, in fact, it felt like taking a step back. All his hard won experience, all of his stalwart kindness in the face of war and secrets and nightmares, thrown back in his face. How were they going to move forward from this?

He drags his hands over his face, rubbing at burning eyes and uneven stubble and letting a small hysterical laugh bubble up and escape into the silent room.

The silence is broken by a warped burst of sound and light and then looming over his bed is a Knight, brilliant and terrible. His room is too small and he's unarmed but her pistols are on his nightstand and the rage bubbles up in him lightning quick. The unfairness of it all, the tragedy, the desperate animal fear rolling off of him in waves as he cries and leaps at the monster from his waking nightmares and bludgeons it across the face with her weapons.

The thing backs off, and sits. Blue lights dimming as it makes itself smaller and chirps at him, faceplate clacking as its smaller secondary hands wave at him. Tom stands there, uniform half removed and disheveled, chest heaving as he drops the guns.

It's her.

"Jesus Christ." He pants, voice choked and he doesn't know if he wants to scream or cry or run out the door.

"Fuck." He exhales and slumps down, missing the end of his bed and sliding all the way to the floor. He watches through his fingers as she tilts her head to the side.

He shudders a breath, inhale catching as he struggles to fill his lungs. "Give me a moment. Please."

She stays still. He can only hear the sounds of his breathing and the quiet humming mechanisms of her new body. His room is small despite his position as captain, so he can feel the gentle heat radiating off her chassis.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat.

He hit her. She had teleported into his room, breached containment, and he hit her so now she was sitting on his floor and letting him have a breakdown when she was the one who died saving him and he was spiraling like he was 16 again and his breathing was uneven and all he could see was orange sparks and the deadly pink shine of blamite and-

A warm hand touches his face. It startles him enough he stops. Stops thinking, stops hyperventilating. She rumbles a noise at him and pats him again. Her vocalizations strain softly as she tries to form words, but gives up in frustration and settles for moving to sit next to him.

The smaller secondary arms continue to pat at him while she tucks her primary limbs out of the way to lean closer to him. Warm, living metal bumps his arm and he flinches for a moment and then accepts the touch. It's almost like the Mjolnir, if he doesn't think too hard.

"I'm sorry." He starts, swallowing the rest of the sentence.

She hums, and vents hot air that dries his face and ruffles his hair.

They sit like that for a while, adjusting maybe or just not wanting the moment to end. But his legs start falling asleep and somehow a yawn escapes before he can stop it. She pushes him gently to bed and he goes, chuckling under his breath at the insanity of it all.

"You weren't supposed to be able to teleport out like that. Scared the shit out of me, Sarah."

She warbles at him and throws a blanket over him, the lights on her chassis glowing as she vocalizes and gets frustrated. He can tell because her body language shifts into something more familiar.

"I thought Roland would have warned me though, especially since I don't know how we're going to get you back there without everyone finding out." He speaks up a bit, eyeing the camera in the corner of his room.

The AI in question finally pipes up, his voice more lively than it had been in days."Sir, in my defense, you would have been too slow to tell and she was very determined. I didn't realize she figured it out until it was too late."

"Oh really?" Tom asks around another yawn. Sleepless nights suddenly catching up.

Sarah vents more hot air next to him and waves a hand at Roland's camera.

"She was worried about you, and I wasn't giving enough information."

A metallic thud hits the floor.

"She also says you look bad and need to take better care of yourself."

The thud repeats, a bit louder and she turns her faceplate fully to the camera.

"Apparently I'm not supposed to paraphrase. Apologies captain, she says 'You look like shit Lasky, get some sleep. We'll figure it out later, we always do.'"

Tom barks a laugh at that and another yawn escapes him, jaw cracking at the force of his exhaustion.

"No one's as stubborn as you."

"Get some rest, idiot."

"Hey now"

"Just translating, sir."

"Stop enjoying it so much."

And then he's out like a light. Roland dims the cabin lights as Palmer hunkers down next to the bunk and watches the door. Her blue lights dim as she rests a hand on the bed over Tom's sleeping form.

-

Days later, there's a shipwide announcement. Everyone had felt the change in the atmosphere after the Commander's death and then there was something weird going on in the Science wing. Secrecy was hard on a ship but something was going on and no one had cracked.

The announcement starts with Captain Lasky on camera looking haggard, but nearly back to normal. He explains the situation as calmly as anyone can and then the camera pans over to a Promethean Knight. It's blue instead of orange and kitted out with an assortment of warning labels and signs and familiar red emblems on its chassis.

It waves and then taps something out on a datapad.

A TTS voice can be heard robotically saying "I LIVED."

The captain rubs at his forehead and looks as though he's fighting a smile as he wraps up the announcement and ends the video.

[multific]

Trainers

Owen Grady x Reader

Summary: You are the trainer of the Mosasaurus, you have been working with her since she was a tiny little thing. So, you don’t appreciate when another trainer is asked to check on the work you have been doing.

 You understood that Claire wanted results. But they never understood that a creature such as a dinosaur is not as easy to train as a dog. Nevertheless, when the owner of the park specifically asked for you to be the caretaker of the Mosasaurus, you just knew you had to accept. Being a well respected Marine Biologist in your field, you loved the different challenge this would bring. Although you had to do a lot of studying. You would normally focus on a lot of species, so only having to deal with one animal was quite different. 

When you first saw her, you knew, you understood just how special she really was and you fell in love with the tiny being. Well, back then she was the size of an alligator, but then she grew into her normal size. She got huge. Even her tank spoke to itself.

Momo was chosen to do one of trick for the public. To eat a shark from a hook, splashing water onto the crowd. You knew she wasn’t a circus animal. You understood that, but since you two spent so much time together, a bond formed between you two. And you were more than surprised when she listened to you. 

One late night you were sitting by her tank, looking at her as she swam around. This was all she knew, the water, the hook and you. You often went to the Underwater Observatory where you can look into her tank through the glass. You spoke to her days on end as you just sat there after you finished with your work for the day. 

And one day, it happened.

Just like a dolphin show, you were talking and motioning around and when you moved your hand up as an expression, she jumped out of the water. The very first instant this happened, you didn’t pay much mind to it, thinking it was a coincidence. But then she did it again and again. Just as you lifted your hand up each time.

Progress.

Of course, you were to report every incident, but you chose not to tell them about this new revelation. You were afraid they will exploit her for money even more.

So, as you never reported any progress, Claire decided to send another trainer in.

Owen Grady.

He was supposed to look at your work for a month. You hated being supervised like that.

“Mr. Grady, nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Momo’s caretaker.”

“Please just call me Owen. To be honest I’m as happy to be here as you are. I’d rather be with my girls, so please just give me a quick run through, so I can leave.” 

“Okay...But, Owen. Claire said that you are to watch me for a month.”

“A MONTH? She didn’t mention that to me. Or I wasn’t listening. Probably the latter.” he made you laugh a little. Maybe it was better that he was the one who was sent and not some uptight ass. 

“Alright. So, it’s hard to miss her tank, or her. She eats a lot. There are public feedings, every two hour she gets a shark. I have been with her since she was born. Little thing she was. She is very stubborn, but I did hand feed her in her early years. She gave me a lovely scar too. From my wrist to my pinky on my left hand.” you showed him the scar. “Silly mistake. But I learned from it.”

“Do you talk to her?”

“I do. Steve thinks I’m mental, since she is under water, she wouldn’t hear. But I like to think that she somehow feels that I talk to her you know?”

He nodded and looked around, then up. He noticed a long walking platform way up high. 

“What’s that?” you looked up where he was looking.

“That is the new idea. Guests would be able to go up there and watch her from there. But they are not sure if she can jump that high, so it’s still not very safe. Although I told them that she wouldn’t be able to, they want to be safe. We can go up if you want to.”

You hated being up there, your fear of heights didn’t help you either. 

“You okay there?” Owen asked as he watched you taking deep breaths and your hands gripping the railing.

“No. I hate it up here.”

“Then why did you suggest to come up?” he laughed.

“I don’t know. It was silly. Can you see her?”

“Yes. She is...swimming. Shockingly. She is 84 feet long and she weights over 30,000 lbs, when the last time we checked. She is rather calm. Prefers to swim around and eats when she is supposed to. She is not socialized with other dinos, considering that the majority would drown in her enclosure. Can we go down now, please?”

Owen stood there, looking at the huge water monster swimming right below him. Then he looked up at you, and gave you a nod.

***

Owen has been working with you for the last week. He gave many ideas on what to do and how to earn their trust.

You also didn’t fail to notice how muscular and handsome he was. 

Each morning he arrived on his bike, looking sexy as can be. And every day he observed you. He watched as you said hi to her every morning, said how you liked to make sure her food was correctly prepared. It was obvious for him that you cared about the Mosasaurus very much. 

Owen wasn’t sure what else they wanted from the dino himself, He knew they created her as an amusement for viewers as a feeding show and nothing more. So, then why did Claire wanted him to come here and watch over you. As far as he was concerned, this particular dino wasn’t even the need of a caretaker. She just swam around and ate sharks as an attraction. He suspected there was something more behind the story he had been told. 

Owen admittedly loved the Underwater Observatory. It was cool down there, not only the weather, but they you can look into the enclosure and watch the majestic beast.

He also took a liking to it’s trainer. Even if he wasn’t sure what you were training the dino to do.

“How about tomorrow you come over to the raptors? I can show them off for you like you did with Momo.” Owen came up with the idea on his second week during lunch time.

“Oh, sure. I would like to.” Little did he know that you showed the very least to him.

During his two weeks, Owen and you formed some kind of friendship. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him, even if you knew about the rumors about his dating methods. But he never once hinted on anything with you. Or you just didn’t notice. Which was also a possibility, you were quite oblivious with men.

So, the next day after making sure that Momo was all set and healthy, we headed to the raptors. 

Although I wasn’t that interested in land species, his four girls amazed you. 

“Wow. they listen to you so well.” you said smiling at him as you watched the four inside the paddock. 

Owen looked very proud of himself. 

You spent all day at the velociraptor paddock. Owen told you about the plans that they had. And it was exactly what you feared would happen to your girl.

Exploiting them for military or personal gain. 

The thought disgusted you.

These were amazing creatures. In your opinion you should be learning from them, and not using them for war.

In the evening, everyone has left, you and Owen were still at the raptors’ paddock. You looked down at them running around.

“I don’t want Momo to have the same fate. Military? Really? That’s what we are doing now? These creatures are amazing, beautiful. Even the fact that we keep them on display is rather disgusting let alone using them as weapons.”

“I agree with you. But I can also see how they would be able to save many lives. Men and women.”

“But they will never be able to control them like that. Not by their own free will. It takes time. You have known them since they were little. Momo is... she is basically an attraction to them, nothing more. They wanted me to each her tricks. Like she was a fucking pony. Jumping through loops and whatnot. And when I refused, they threatened to throw me out. So, I had to come up with something. Telling them that she is not able to do such things. Even if it’s a lie.” you eyes widened at what you just said. You just confessed your greatest secret. 

“What do you mean lie? So, she can jump?” you panicked a little but his calm demeanor helped you a little.

“S-She can. Not as high as those railings go but...She can. Oh, Owen, please don’t tell Claire. They will make her into a complete circus animal, more than she already is.” you didn’t even realize but you were so desperate that you grabbed his forearm, pleading with him.

“I won’t. I promise. I decided on my second day over there that I will tell her that you are taking a good care of her and that a Mosasaurus is not a dolphin you can teach tricks to. But I’m clearly wrong. Could you show me?”

You were soon standing by her tank. Owen looked down at the water.

“I never understood. If she can get the shark from there, why doesn’t she jump out to get the guests?”

“Well, one, they are too small, so she is not interested and two, her species main food source comes from the water or from above such as flying dinosaurs. But as you can see her water is lower than the path, they made this safe so she wouldn’t jump out and eat guests.”

“I see. So how does this work? I don’t guess that you whistle to her.” Owen said as he stood next to you.

“No. I just...” it was easier to show him, so you reached your hand out as far as you could before moving it up.

And just as you did, she jumped out of the water and back in, as elegantly as a dino of her size possibly could. 

“Wow.” Owen watched as the water splashed neither of you cared that you were soaked.

“One night. I was talking to her. And as I moved my hand, she started doing things. She can also spin, but that looked better down under the water.”

“She listens to you.”

“I like to think that if I was to fall into the water one day, she won’t eat me immediately, but I might be too naïve.” Owen looked at you and all he could think is how beautiful you looked.

“This really is something else. You must have an amazing bond.” you smiled at Owen who got your now soaked wet hair out of your face. He slowly leaned down and was about to place his lips on yours when another sudden splash of water interrupted him. He groaned and as he looked down at the water noticed Momo slowly descending into the water. 

You only laughed at the annoyed expression on Owen’s face.

“Maybe take me on a date first, Mr. Grady, I think then she will approve.” you said as he finally looked back at you.

His eyes softened.

Maybe you will thank Claire later for sending Owen over. Who could have thought that two trainers would find each other on an island like that? 

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Jurassic World/Star Wars Clone Wars

Inspired by Harry Potter is the Blue Raptor by Hcokey_Lover31

The Force causes 5 clones to be reincarnated into the velociraptors in Jurassic World

Rex = Blue Jesse = Delta Kix = Charlie - not the youngest Echo = Echo - no scar; doesn't try to fight for dominance - second youngest Fives = Foxtrot- the youngest

It also makes them force sensitive (i.e. telepathic- no mind reading but projecting words; maybe empathic; not telekinetic).

+They call Owen Buir, and Barry Ba'vodu

Scenes I thought of

I. In the pig scene, they freeze and Kix goes forward and peers at Leon trying to see if he's injured, tilting his head and putting head up higher.

Owen and Barry get in and remove Leon before anything happens.

Hoskins tries to point this out and say that they would be great military assets.

Fives then tumbles into a plastic play structure in the pin and starts "crying" very loudly, the others quickly surround him and start nudging and crooning at him again very loudly.

Owen raises his eyebrows and says yes that is very definition discreet. That and the fact that they "loose" 95% of the pigs released. Owen doesn't even try to keep them from catching most of them anymore, they just don't catch them. That and most of the time it is only 2 to 3 of them hunting. Kix sits out the most. Rex joins most hunts because it reminds him of Ahsoka.

II. In the training videos in Fallen Kingdom Blue (Rex) isn't the only one to show empathy - maybe instead of peering at Owen's hands he rests his head on his shoulder and leans a bit. Delta (Jesse) starts "singing" "Stand by Me", Charlie (Kix) drops a box of Kleenex on Owen's head, Echo pulls a blanket off a nearby chair and pulls it over. Fives cocks his head a couple of different ways and then starts rolling around on the floor - "accidently" bumping into Owen. Or something like this. The only one I'm attached to is Kix dropping a box of Kleenex.

III.

In the Indominus Rex hunt, they fake agreeing with her. Then when she is far enough away they stop chasing everyone (no one is killed, there might be some scrapes - from falls and tree limbs). They disappear into the woods a regroup around Owen and Barry.

Rex is so frustrated with that plan he project to everyone in the woods "What kind of osik plan was that! I think shinnies straight off of Kamino could have come up with better. That thing was bigger than all of us combined!"

Either one of the other clones or Rex continuing "You know that di'kut Hoskins came up with this jaro plan"

They give up pretending not being human, but don't give their real names, they don't want any confusion. There's still confusion, voices male = bodies female. They call Owen Buir and Barry Ba'vode without explaining what those mean.

IV Come up with plan to get rit of Indominus, possibly tricking her close to Mosasaurus tank. IDK

At the end, every one (including security team that is alive because the raptors didn't kill them) is on the dock.

Fives goes "Okay now what Buir?"

Someone: How are you talking?

Clone: "IDK, Force Osik, same way we've been reborn into these bodies

Wait are you saying you were human.

Yes. -introducing themselves by stepping forward, then back in line with others. -no CT numbers until Fives says his name and explains he named himself because his CT number is CT-27-5555, explain they were clones

Owen: Wait you were male human clones and now you're female raptor clones, right

Unfortunately, Buir, yes.

Barry: What does buir and ba'vodu mean?

Clones: Uh, Buir is parent and Ba'vodu is parent's sibling. Mandoa is gender neutral so we've been talking mostly in it for our own sanity.

Owen: What about your first parent?

Clones: What parent?

They tell Hoskins that they will never fight another being’s war again.

[scenefox2003]

Okay so ever since that theme song takeover and the trailer dropped I just knew that it was finally my time to shine and share my master list of

✨newt family headcanons✨

~Olivia and Yunan are gay. That’s an obvious one but it’s a prerequisite so I gotta put it in here

~Yunan is definitely the cool aunt type and very playful and down for some fuckery while Olivia is the complete opposite and the only person holding the family together because we all know Andrias is inept

~Andrias is the sweet goofy dad figure (which is an act but no one knows that) and sort of just lets anything happen

~Andrias and Yunan definitely both let Marcy ride on their shoulders

~Marcy loves to braid and style Olivia’s hair and she fucking sucks at it but no one has the heart to tell her

~don’t even ask me where this came from I don’t even remember coming up with this one, but you know those really heavy lawn darts from the 70s that got recalled several different times over the years? (if you don’t, look it up) that’s everyone except Olivia’s favorite bonding activity. Olivia hates it because this involves both Yunan and Marcy so someone usually ends up getting hurt

~Marcy introduces all of them to human subcultures, Yunan is obsessed with punk culture and alternative fashion, Olivia loves the white mom Facebook live laugh love type shit, and Andrias just becomes a full on incel

~Speaking of incel Andrias, he has never been in a relationship and CONSTANTLY bitches about it, and Marcy is the only one who doesn’t find it annoying and always encourages him. He’s also lowkey jealous of Yunan and Olivia for finding love

~Olivia has a really pretty singing voice and will sing to Marcy to help her fall asleep

~On Marcy’s first night in Newtopia, she shyly tells Andrias that she’s never slept without a stuffed animal before and she obviously doesn’t have one with her, so he immediately goes out and buys her one (it’s a cardinal)

~Speaking of birds, Yunan has one and it’s some dope ass raptor or something, Marcy IMMEDIATELY falls in love so Andrias is just like “lol you want one too” and that very same day she gets Joe Sparrow

~Andrias is a little shit and LOVES to make suggestive jokes about Olivia and Yunan, but Marcy is the type of seventh grader that’s completely clueless and naive about adult matters so he’s really the only one who finds any of it funny, it gets a good reaction out of Olivia though

~Yunan trained Marcy almost completely on her own, she was her mentor and REALLY saved her self confidence that had been destroyed by gym class back home

~Since Yunan and Marcy were on a warship together I like to think they both LOVE boats, Olivia gets seasick and Andrias is obviously too big but the two of them go out for a day on the water a lot, Yunan definitely has a jetski and is also the type to take those redneck selfies where you like hold up a fish

~the newts assumed that Marcy would get homesick, but she actually has the complete OPPOSITE problem where she’s absolutely terrified of having to go back home for whatever reason and she even has nightmares about it, she feels like her current life is too good to be true (which it is, just in a different way)

~Marcy will often call them mom or dad respectively by accident, and every time it happens they all think it���s really sweet

~Everyone except Marcy knows that “juice” is a euphemism to hide Olivia’s drinking problem, but she still always uses it no matter who she’s talking to, even around Yunan who is just like “bitch I’m your girlfriend I KNOW that’s vodka”

~Marcy regularly draws all of them, there’s a family portrait of them that she drew up on the castle fridge

~Andrias developed a taste for human teenage girl pop music and everyone around the castle is SO SICK of Carly Rae Jepsen, but Marcy has no regrets

~Marcy obviously introduces them all to video games and Andrias is really pissed because his hands are too big to play, Olivia straight up sucks at it but humors them and Yunan gets WAY too into it, her and Marcy’s Mario Kart sessions usually end in tears

~the worst sort of slang that Marcy has taught any of them is by far horrible gamer language, Andrias LOVES the word poggers and when Anne hears him say it for the first time she nearly has a heart attack

~Marcy is the only one who’s careful with her royal credit card because she’s terrified of the economy crashing, Olivia really appreciates her for that (despite being an irresponsible spender herself)

~Yunan has sworn to kill many of Marcy’s bullies back home, none of the newts can fathom why anyone wouldn’t like or respect her which is really good for her self esteem

~Andrias is the best at comfort, Olivia is the best at advice, and Yunan is the best at distraction

~Andrias is also really good at taking care of Marcy when she’s sick or hurt

~It’s always really sad for the other three when Yunan has to go out on missions, but when she comes back they always throw a big party

~Yunan isn’t the brightest and doesn’t really realize that Grime’s lieutenant Sasha and Marcy’s friend Sasha are the same person, and when she does she immediately feels extremely guilty and everyone swears not to let Marcy find out, because they know if she knew that Sasha and Yunan had a fight it would break her

~Yunan and Olivia regularly argue about who gets to have Marcy as their maid of honor at their future wedding

~When Yunan and Olivia find out that Marcy is staying in Amphibia forever, they’re both so relieved because they didn’t know if they could handle not having her around anymore (which is ironic I know)

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recomendations 2021: Week 3 | January 10-16

Welcome to week 3 of my recommendation, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

«Last Week

Week 4»

My Masterlist

Andy Barber

One-Shot’s

Imagine by @worksby-d • Andy Barber x Reader – Reader takes their chances teasing and tempting Andy, but he can only take so much. | Really good smut.

Good little girl by @donutloverxo • Mob!Andy Barber x Reader — Married life isn’t always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems? (Part 1) | Let me just say the first part sort of darkish but not really? Also I can’t help but read Mob!Andy anything.

Ransom Drysdale

One-Shots

Introducing Chaos by @the-iceni-bitch • Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader — Ransom brings you to your first Thrombey family dinner, and you make a splash | I laughed so much while reading this and the smut was so good. It’s a really good read.

Drabbles

Playing Games by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl • Ransom Drysdale x Reader — Ransom, the man you loved, did the unforgivable. You confront him about it. | This left me wanting more so badly.

Chris Evans

One-Shot’s

Tonight’s Show by @theblvckvenus • Chris Evans x Fem!Reader — You come home to surprise Chris and his interviewer. But the excitement gets him the better of him and as soon as its over you’re in big trouble. | Came for the show definitely stayed for the smut ;)

Drabbles

Stranger on the Train by @carpediemm-18 • Chris Evans x Female!Reader — Chris comes to the aide of the reader on a late night subway ride. | Sweet and Short

Steve Rogers

Amorosa by @honeysucklesteve • Sugar Daddy!Steve x SugarBaby!Reader — you were drowning, barely surviving in new york city working at an upscale restaurant; the only thing keeping you barely afloat. when steve rogers, vp of stark industries, overhears your troubles, he proposes an agreement that’ll benefit the both of you. should you take it and suffer the consequences is up to you. | I have a huge weakness for Sugar Daddy fics, don’t ask me why but I do. This does not disappoint and it’s got some really good smut in it. Thank you Eleanor!

Bucky Barnes

The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader — A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change. | Get yourself some tissues because you will cry. Brontë wrote the smut moments perfectly that it flowed with the the rest of the chapters so perfectly. Nothing felt rushed, the story was just so perfect.

Picking Up the Pieces [1/3] by @gogolucky13 • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] | For anyone who has ever felt like they were the second best, this is for you. I teared up while reading. Looking forward to see where this goes.

A Favor [1/?] by @buckysbabygorl • Bucky Barnes x Reader — After breaking up with her boyfriend; Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. Not only is she single, but she’s looking. | If you are looking for a laugh, this is the place to go, I’m excited to see where this goes.

One-Shot’s

Teacher’s Pet by @nastybuckybarnes [Dark Fic] • AlphaProfessor!Bucky x Omega!Reader x AlphaProfessor!Steve — The perfect omega doesn’t exist, right? Well, Steve and Bucky think they might’ve just found her in the form of one of their students. And they’re not gonna stop until they have her begging beneath them. | Okay this is such a good A/B/O one-shot. Like it’s got the little bit stuff you need instead of just jumping straight into the good stuff. Which isn’t bad, but sometimes a little bit of a burn, is so good. I highly recommend.

The Thought That Counts by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader offers to brush Bucky’s hair | All the fluffy fluffy-ness you could want or need.

On His Shoulder by @whateveriwant • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Five separate occasions in which Bucky tells you to put something on his shoulder. | A one-shot that made me wish I was somebodies Jack to somebodies ass. In all honesty Sam does a magnificent job giving reader a nickname and making this one-shot so unbelievably good. You got some laughs, some fluffs, and some smut.

Till The End Of The Line by @chanelsebbie • Bucky Barnes x Reader — You and Bucky go on a mission together to hopefully put a dent in H.Y.D.R.A., but things don’t go as planned. | Shaye how dare you, I cried, this is just so beautifully written and I just want more. Like I was waiting to see more and have him come back. I couldn’t make a link for this one-shot don’t know why, so here you all go.

Drabbles

Boob Move by @nano--raptor • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Y/N falls asleep with her boob hanging out on Bucky’s couch | I’ve never read something so funny yet hot all at once.

Drops of Jupiter by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader – Bucky has a nightmare and you find him on the rooftop looking up at the stars. | All The Fluff!

Lee Bodecker

One Shots

505 by @captain-barnes-writes • Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes that not all that drips from his lips is honey. | If you are looking for some dark Lee Bodecker, but I mean it’s Lee.. with some of angst thrown in and some smut, this one-shot is for you!

Misc.

Drabbles

I See You by @sevans-is-my-weakness • Colin Shea x TJ Hammond x F!Reader — TJ Hammond is your roommate and Colin Shea is your guys neighbor. | Short read that I enjoyed but I suggest also reading through this masterlist, there’s so much I want to share!

Writers

@bbonkyy - is one of my all time favorite writers but I could be bias as we are friends. I know they haven’t published in a really long time but they still deserve some recognition. They do take request, trust me they write some amazing smut! *chefs kiss*

@nsfwsebbie - Please please please do yourself a favor and check out Sabrina’s concepts masterlist, dark fics, and masterlist, I’m slowly making my way through them. Sabrina has got some writing talent in them and I love reading what they put out!

@mypoisonedvine - Looking for an eclectic collection of characters and different choices to choose from? j.d. has you covered with their stories. I love their writing, the dark, the fluffy and smut.

Writing Challenges:

Mostly a Milestone Writing Challenge hosted by @mostly-marvel-musings | What you need to know: You can write for celebrities but they have to be from the MCU or you can write for MCU characters. You do not have to reserve a spot in this challenge. OFC’s, any pairing, AU is welcome. The due date as of right now is the end of 2021 and the theme is... Romance Movies

Shout Out To My...

@redhead-wine-and-literature-club — Mods Scarlett and Ruby say they read and write fanfiction usually with a glass a wine to go with it. They are pairing characters (Steve and Bucky) Sebastian and Chris have played with wines. In February they’ll have daily prompt challenges. You can check out the club's welcome post here!