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[the-nerd-beast]

Reiki and Scowler rolling out with the boys

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Island 8

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The group of you are finally ready to leave the base and start on, hopefully, the final journey on the Island.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, mention of hunting, anxiety, general feelings of low self-worth, typical stuff for Survivor for this series.

Word count: 2.7k

It took a further three days to have everything as prepped as you wanted. You made batches and batches of hard biscuits, using up all the flour. Berries would still be available along a lot of the route, so you didn't worry too much about that. Jerky was fortunately something you'd been making for a long time, so you had quite a bit of it to go around. Fresh meat would also be available along the route. 

Water was more of a concern, but you were still holding out hope for a drop with more canteens.

Price gave in to your logic, and finished taming the iguanodon, which was good. Ghost surprised the hell out of you by coming back with a stego. Even Soap managed to tame a parasaur. 

Gaz still wanted a hyaenadon, so you and he took the ghillie and cuts of meat and started taming. You worked on one - Gaz somehow managed to work on two. It did take two days, as you'd predicted, but it worked. 

Leaving the lot of you with plenty of tames to carry things and help guard the group. Hopefully you'd be able to tame a few more things along the way, since you weren't worried much about being able to feed them all until you got to the volcano. 

Really, it was a pretty good start. 

Soap and Gaz did a good portion of the packing, with Price and Ghost handling the weapons and ammunition. Another thing you wouldn't mind finding more of in a drop. 

You kept track of everything, made sure everyone had some armor and kept essentials on them. Just in case. 

You didn't even object when Gaz swapped out one of your armor pieces for something heavier. 

The morning you were set to leave was… hard. Not for any reasons you'd expected. Packing went quickly and seamlessly, all the tames behaving themselves. Even Ripper wasn't trying to maul anyone. 

No, it was difficult for you to leave. You didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave the safety of your base. You weren't ready to venture into the relative unknown.

Even with the four men by your side. 

“Ready?” Gaz finally prompted you, even as one of the tames snorted and shuffled behind you. 

You breathed in deep one last time, hands steady as you straightened your shirt. “Ready.” You turned your back on the base and took your place at the front, leading the whole group away. 

You didn't look back. 

If your guesses were right, it would take about four days to reach the volcano, since the lot of you weren't pushing, and were moving more cautiously. Maybe three, if things went well and nobody got in trouble and there weren't any distractions. 

You had enough food to last a week, just in case. 

The first day was easy. Nothing bothered you. All was quiet. Feeding everyone was easy - the herbivores grazed as you all walked, and you let Ripper and the hyaenadons after a few dodos. Gaz helped you build up the campfire for the night, helping you cook as the others took care of settling everything else. 

“Ye never did tell us how to tame a raptor,” Soap said, eyeing Ripper where the raptor had settled behind you for the night. 

“I didn't?” You blinked, surprised. You could have sworn you'd told them already. “Well, it's not easy. The hyaenadons are probably the easiest, honestly.” You swallowed a few berries, thinking over how you wanted to phrase it. 

“And the rest?” Price had a keen eye on you, even as he swapped a pot of boiling water for a fresh pot. 

“Well, first step is to not get killed,” you answered dryly, smirking at his dissatisfied huff. “You have to trap the predators. Usually that means with something like a bear trap. Feed them while they're stuck and can't go anywhere. Tom was pretty good at building traps that were less harmful, things you could lead a raptor into without risking your arm.” 

“Traps, eh?” Price eyed you, clearly considering. “Did he teach you?” 

“Yes,” you said slowly, hesitantly. “But we won't have time to build any traps, not on our route. The only chance we'd have of taming one is if we found one already trapped or injured.” 

“But it could be done,” Price pressed. 

“Sure,” you agreed with a shrug. “Still takes time, so we'd have to pause somewhere nearby, but it could be done, hypothetically. I don't know if we'll need more carnivores though, honestly. I wouldn't say no to more trikes or stegos.” 

Price sat back, his curiosity apparently assuaged for the moment. 

“How did Tom teach ye?” Soap asked, still looking curious. 

“Showed me what he had done with Ripper,” you said, shrugging again. “We had plenty of time. Not like we had anywhere else to be.” You paused, swallowing back bitterness. “At least, that's what we figured at the time.” 

Silence settled over the camp for a few long moments, the others giving you time to calm again. You didn't look at them, instead choosing to look at the fire, letting the movement of the flames distract you from your feelings. 

You owed a lot to Tom, and you'd never have a chance to repay him. 

But maybe if you got these men out… maybe your debt would be closer to settled. 

“What else did he teach you?” Gaz was the one to break the silence. “About tames.”

You smiled a little. “Which ones to avoid, like dodos,” you answered easily. “Which ones were easier to tame. Where to find the different creatures.” 

“You seen a lot of this place, then?” Soap piped up, watching keenly.

“A fair bit. Not the snowy lands, not the volcano. But I did make the mistake of going through the swamp once.” You shuddered in remembered terror and revulsion. “Huge bugs. Terrifying crocodile-things, except bigger. Lots of fighting and hunting going on in the swamp, all the time.” 

“Didn't ye have to go there to get the leech?” Soap looked faintly concerned. 

You shrugged. “I stayed to the outside, only went in far enough to find a leech and run. It was fine.” You reached behind you to pat Ripper. The raptor chirruped at you, clearly pleased with the attention. 

“Good thing that's not on the way,” Gaz managed to joke, his attention still focused on you. 

“Very good thing,” you agreed. “Although once we get into the mountains, there will be plenty of bad shit to keep us busy.” 

“We're prepared for that,” Price pointed out, seemingly unconcerned. 

You decided to keep your thoughts to yourself. You'd already expressed concern about the danger, more than once, so further harping on it wouldn't get you anywhere. Especially since these four could now survive on their own. They didn't actually need you anymore. 

It was what you'd worked towards with them, for them, but it was still a slightly terrifying thought. That they would survive without you. 

You shook yourself, getting rid of the worst of the what ifs and maybes, and stood to do a quick round of checks. Now that dark had fallen, it would be best to sleep in shifts, something the four of them had divided up quite nicely. 

You weren’t going to object. Not tonight. Tomorrow, though, you’d insist on pulling your weight. 

Soap, Price, and Ghost all settled down, apparently content to go to sleep. Soap even went so far as to roll away from the fire, his hair even more of a mess than usual. 

Gaz stayed where he was, seated, shoulders relaxed but gaze alert. The firelight cast odd shadows around him, flickering and dancing. Far from scaring you, however, you just thought him beautiful like this. 

“You should get some sleep,” he murmured to you, voice lowered in deference to his teammates. 

“I will,” you agreed. “In a few minutes.” You breathed in deep, the cold air mixed with the smell of the fire both soothing and exhilarating. “You see the island very differently.”

“Do I?” He sounded curious, glancing at you as you settled a little closer to him. You told yourself it was so you could keep your voices down, let the others sleep.

You didn't acknowledge that you just wanted to be close to him. 

Well. You tried not to acknowledge that, anyway. 

“You still see the wonder of it,” you murmured, letting your own gaze drift past the fire to the dark woods beyond. “The beauty of this place. I can't see it anymore. I just see danger.” 

Gaz was quiet for a few moments before he leaned over enough to nudge his shoulder up against yours. “You've been alone a long time,” he murmured. “Hypervigilance is not surprising.” 

You sighed softly, leaning just a little into the comfort he offered. “I'm tired,” you admitted, so quiet you were sure he couldn't hear you. 

But he surprised you, turning enough to wrap one solid arm around your shoulders. “I'm here,” he whispered, head tipped towards your ear, foreheads nearly touching. “I'll help. Any way I can.” 

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the hot sting of tears, refusing to let them escape. “You already are.” 

His arm tightened around you, comforting and grounding, letting you breathe more easily. Neither of you said another word. None were needed. The shared warmth and comfort was more than enough for you. 

And when you woke in the morning next to Gaz, rather than where you'd originally set your things down, no one said anything. Soap looked like he wanted to, but he didn't. (The sharp-looking elbow from Gaz might've helped with that.) 

It didn't take long until the lot of you were walking again. You had the map, mostly ignoring Price peering over your shoulder at it. You didn't need the map yet, but you wanted to be sure the lot of you weren't getting lost. 

“Drops up ahead,” Ghost called from the back of the group. 

You paused and shaded your eyes, looking up until you spotted them. One green drop and one white. Your heart thumped in excitement. White drops were rare, and usually had really good stuff. 

“Looks like they'll be falling up ahead,” Price said, having also spotted them. “Nearly dead ahead.” 

“The white one is a bit off course,” you mused. “But it should be fine. We're not that close to the horse clan here, I think we're outside their normal range.” 

“You think?” Price raised one eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes. “I was less focused on keeping up with their territories, and more focused on surviving,” you pointed out, eyes narrowing at him. 

Price huffed but held his hands up in apparent surrender. Satisfied, you looked back at the drops. The green would be directly on the way, easy to stop and grab. 

An ankylosaurus wandered out of the trees in front of the group, snorting once at the lot of you before continuing to look for berries. 

“Slight change of plans,” you murmured, excited now. “You lot go to the green drop and wait for it there. I'll tame this anky and meet up with you.” 

“You shouldn't stay out here on your own,” Gaz interrupted, having clearly been eavesdropping. 

You shrugged. “So someone can volunteer to stay with me,” you said, unbothered. “Won't take three of you long to get everything out of the green drop anyway.” 

“I'll stay,” Gaz immediately offered. 

Price sighed and briefly pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something too quiet for you to understand. He sounded faintly exasperated. “Fine,” he agreed, lowering his hand again. “Soap, Ghost, on me.” He strode ahead, and you whistled the tames to follow him. 

From behind, it was rather fun to see the small herd of creatures following the beleaguered-looking captain. A sentiment Soap seemed to share with you, snickering as he passed. 

“More tames?” Gaz asked after the group had pulled ahead. 

“Ankys are pretty good defense,” you pointed out. “Not sure how much they can carry, but that tail is a good deterrent for a lot of predators.” 

“Not arguing,” he was quick to say, holding out a bag of berries. “Just surprised we're taking the time to do this now, is all.” 

You shrugged, pulling out a dark red berry and rolling it between your fingertips. “Way I see it, we have plenty of time,” you pointed out. “And more tames can't hurt.” 

Gaz nodded, accepting your logic. “So, approach slowly and feed it until it likes you?” He guessed with a little grin. 

You couldn't help your huff of amusement. “Basically,” you agreed. “Keep an eye out and shout if you see trouble.” You left him there, walking over closer to the anky. 

It wasn't a long process to feed, fortunately. The anky was hungry, and eager to take berries even from your hand. By the time the other group had the drop packed away, you had the anky following you, docile as any tame. 

“Anything good in that drop?” You asked as you and Gaz walked up to the rest of the group. 

“A canteen,” Soap answered, holding it up to show you. “And more ammo.” 

“Not bad,” you agreed with a little grin. “I hope the white drop has more good stuff.” 

The white drop seemed to be a bit off the path you'd drawn for the journey, edging closer to the edge of the Pink Ladies’ territory. Hopefully it wouldn't be a problem. Hopefully it would be worth it. 

This time, Gaz stayed next to you as you walked. You didn't mind his company, even when you heard a bit of snickering and hushed murmurs behind you. Soap, at a guess. And maybe Price. 

The white drop was a bit larger than the average drop, and it only took moments to pry the top open. 

The first thing you grabbed happened to be a bundle of incendiary arrows. You whistled lowly, impressed. 

“Hardly ever see these,” you mused, passing them to Soap. “Those could come in handy.” 

The jar of oil went right after the arrows, and your grin felt a little sharp. A little feral, possibly. 

Those arrows would be an excellent way to defend your group, if needed. 

Two more canteens, bigger and heavy-duty, met with your approval. More ammo, for all the weapons. A precious jar of cure-all. Two bags of jerky. And a bola, which you’d never had a chance to use before. 

“That was a good drop,” you said, grinning, very pleased. “Very good drop.” 

“Good to have supplies,” Price agreed, finishing stowing away the last of the extra ammo. 

“Now that this is done, we can keep going.” You didn't bother with taking the crate this time. No need, not if you lot actually got off the island. And building took too long on the road to be helpful. 

Ghost hissed through his teeth. “Got eyes on,” he said suddenly. 

The shift in the men around you was palpable, shoulders drawing up, expressions changing. Gaz shifted so he was half in front of you, physically blocking you. 

You'd be impressed if you weren't trying to peer over his shoulder to see what was ahead. 

Three Painted Ladies stood ahead, basically in the way. Your heart sank. You hadn't dealt much with them, not in a while, but the red dye on their faces and clothes made it clear. The two marked tames behind them made you a little nervous - an anky and a dire bear. You hadn't seen a dire bear in ages. 

You'd forgotten how big they got. 

You breathed in slowly, eyeing the distance between your groups. The Painted Ladies weren't approaching, weren't trying to get closer. Clearly waiting. 

You'd have to go to them. 

“You lot stay here,” you said, quiet but firm. “They won't deal with you.” 

“But–!” Soap started to protest, one hand already on a rifle. 

“No.” You shook your head a little. “They won't talk to you. They'll talk to me.” 

Price looked back at you, calculating. Then he nodded once, firm and steady. “Gaz, keep back, but follow her.” 

You didn't object that time. Having Gaz at your back made you feel better, even if you knew he couldn't help. So you breathed in deep, until the ache of it filled your lungs. 

Then you started forward, projecting confidence you didn't feel.

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For Eternity, Chapter 3 (Alastor x wife!angel!OC)

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult - this fic contains content inappropriate for minors. Chapter Warnings: None

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“What the fuck is that?” Vox leaned toward the TV, watching the broadcasted battle.

“Probably just another exorcist,” Valentino waved it off, taking a long drag off his cigarette, “Off to find an easy kill.” 

Vox split his attention between the unfolding battle and the countless security cameras he had throughout the Pentagram. Once he had a glimpse of her, he knew she was different. She wore an elegant dress, simple, clean, white. It made her stick out like a sore thumb. 

It was obvious she was an angel. It was equally obvious that she wasn’t one of the warriors who had plagued Hell on an annual basis in the past. She was delicate with large white wings that looked more like those of a dove than the raptor’s wings of the killers plaguing the hotel. 

“Val,” Vox’s volume surged for a moment to get his partner’s attention before he continued in a normal tone, “Look at this…” 

~~~~~<3

Isabel tucked her wings tightly against her back, throwing a discarded blanket around her shoulders to cover them as best as was possible. The last thing she wanted to do was to draw attention to herself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wandered the city, hoping to be overlooked in the bustling chaos.

It had been hours and her feet hurt. She was no closer to knowing where to even start searching for her husband or who to ask. It took everything in her to push down the panic as she finally let herself lean against a rough stone wall and see her surroundings clearly for the first time. 

No one looked human, though some looked nearly as human as she did. The vast majority looked nothing like they would have in death, having extra body parts, fur or wildly colored skin. 

It occurred to her that she probably wouldn’t recognize her Alastor down here. The realization that even if she found him, she would never see his face as she remembered it crushed her heart. 

Would his warm brown eyes still sparkle with mirth?

Would the loose curls in his soft hair still make it difficult to tame?

Would his skin still look like he had been toasted by the sun against hers?

Would she know his ever present smile when she saw it?

Would she know him when she saw him?

It wasn’t as if she had escaped change in death either. Her hair was lighter, looking more like spun copper than the warm brown it had been in life. Likewise, her eyes were a rich amber. She had skin that was warmer in death than it had been in life, hardly the rich toasted color of her Alastor’s but warmer still than the icy pale skin that had been so quick to burn in the summer sun. 

Then there were the wings, large, plush, and full of feathers. While many could pull their wings inside them, she could not. They dominated her features, insisting on being the first thing anyone ever saw when she walked into a room.

Would he know her if he saw her?

Tears stung at her eyes as she realized how hopeless the situation was. How do you look for someone when you didn’t know what they looked like? When you didn’t know what name they could go by? Or where to even start?

Part of her heart whispered that it would have been better to just stay in Heaven. If she had given up on her Alastor, she could have moved on. 

She never would have given up on him, though, even if she wanted to. She had spent decades waiting and hardly found any moments of anything more than fleeting happiness. If it came down to it, she’d rather a final eternal death if such a thing was even possible and nothingness over just sitting and waiting for him or worse, knowing she would never be with him again. 

It was better to act, that’s what he had always said. It was better to take the risk. It was better to step forward. It was better to do something. 

“And what do we have here?” The voice was male, perfectly smoothe and welcoming, “What’s a little bird like you doing crying on the street?” 

“Oh,” Straightening, she scrubbed the tears off her cheeks. Crying in the open in Hell probably wasn’t a good idea. 

“Excited about the extermination’s cancelation?” 

Looking up from the dirty sidewalk, her eyes followed long blue clad legs and a slim torso. Across his chest rested long arms, crossed as he leaned over her slightly. Broad shoulders blocked out some of the street and a… flat screen TV? Blocked out her view of the roofs across the street and the sky. 

There were a lot of strange and unique bodies in heaven, some that could be a little unnerving to look at until one got used to them but not a single person had a television atop their shoulders. 

A soft slap sounded far too loud in her ears as Isabel clamped her fingers over her mouth, forcefully holding in the scream that had tried to escape. Under his digitized gaze with one eyebrow raised, she struggled to pull herself together.

One deep breath. Two deep breaths. Three. Slowly she pulled her fingers from her face and tested her voice. 

“Extermination?” 

“Oh-ho!” He sounded like he belonged presenting some show, something flashy. “You must be new here, Angel. Yes! The Extermination- our used to be annual slaughter by the Heavenly powers above. Lucky for you, it you just missed the show.” 

“Slaughter?” She struggled to make her brain work. Did he know what she was or was Angel just a pet name form his time, like sweetheart or doll from eras past? 

“Yes, slaughter!” A dinging cacophony of noise sounded from the strange man. “They come down here, send anyone they can catch into their final death and go back up to Heaven’s gates to celebrate a job well done.” 

“Final death?” 

The digital face clearly broadcasted his amusement as he laughed, “Oh, you are just too dear. Come along, it’s dangerous on the streets for someone like you.”

“Like me?” She didn’t really see any reason to not follow the man. He seemed safe enough at least. The reality was she had to trust someone, with no food, nothing to drink and no understanding of how the world of Hell worked. 

The reality was that she was in Hell now. Could she really trust anyone to really be safe? On the other hand, if her Alastor was truly down here then maybe the bar for falling was a lot lower than she and some people could be trusted. 

“New here.” The man tilted his screen down as he lead her to a sleek car and opened the passenger door. 

“I didn’t catch your name, Sir?” She hesitated in front of the open door. It’d been decades since she’d ridden in a car, not since her life and leaning against the back of the seat with her wings behind her sounded uncomfortable.

Vox ushered in into the car, disregarding her hesitation with a firm hand, speaking at the same time. “Where are my manners! The name is Vox and I’m you’re new best friend.” 

Nerves danced in Isabel’s stomach as Vox navigated the streets easily as they sat in silence. The rough streets gave way to smoothe concrete and gleaming glass in no time at all. It felt cold in a way that she couldn’t explain. 

“So, dollface- Do you have a name or should I just keep calling you Angel?” 

His voice drew her eyes to him. It was unnerving looking at his face at an angle, it was too thin and too flat. If she could help it, she’d only ever look at Vox from a fairly head on angle, she decided. 

“Isabel,” She hesitated for a moment longer, “My name is Isabel and yes, I’m… new here.” 

The fancy car pulled up in front of a large building that gleamed, reflecting the lights that seemed to be everywhere in this area. People milled around and shops everywhere sold tech or clothing, everything appearing to be only of the highest end. 

“Wait there,” Vox said, stepping out of the driver’s side as she looked for the door handle. “I’ll get it.” 

A gentleman, she mused. Her Alastor would never let her open her own doors either. In the best days of their marriage, that sweet time when their love had been fresh and exciting, she would sometimes rush to try and open a door before he could get it for her. Their laughter would ring out, drawing disapproving eyes at the display of childish glee. 

Vox held his hand out for her, light reflecting off the claws, highlighting how sharp and dangerous they were. After a moment of hesitation, she slipped her fingers into his palm with a whispered word of thanks. The palm of his hand was soft. Strong fingers gave way to sharp metal talons wrapped around her hand, holding her securely. 

“You don’t need that,” Vox tossed the blanket she kept over her wings to the ground. Someone rushed to clean it up but Isabel hardly got a glance of them before she was pulled along by Vox. He didn’t so much as glance back at the man rushing to clean up the blanket or the man who slipped into the driver’s seat to park the car. 

Holding her hand up, the way he lead her into the building looked more like parading a newest toy than leading a guest to onlookers. Reporters and paparazzi lined the sidewalk, held back by ropes and large beasts in suits, yelling questions and snapping pictures. 

In the back of her mind, alarm bells sounded faintly. Who has a red carpet walk set up at all times? Was this staged? Why?

“And what brings you and your pretty little wings to Hell, little bird?” Vox leaned down at her, grin cutting across his screen as they crossed the modern lobby and entered the elevator. The building was peaceful in contrast to the clammer of noise outside. 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Isabel was torn on how much, if any, she should tell Vox. How much could she trust him?

“You can trust me, Isabel.” Vox’s eye seemed to move with his words and she did want to trust him. “‘The usual’ for an angel ending up in Hell is mass slaughter. No offense but Doll, you don’t look like the mass murder kind.” 

“Angel?” She tried to put on a face of surprise. 

“You didn’t think you could hide what you are here?” Vox laughed but there was an edge to it that she didn’t like. “What brings you here?”

“I-” She hesitated again, looking at his too flat digitized face as the elevator moved up higher and higher. 

“You can trust me!” Vox insisted and she relaxed a little more each second, “I’ve done nothing but help you, riiiight?” 

“Right,” Isabel took a deep breath and shook her head. She had to trust someone and he was right, he had done nothing but help her. If not him, who? “I’m looking for my husband. He… He never joined me in… up there.”

“You sacrificed Heaven to be with your husband?” Vox laughed, “They’re not going to just let you back, I’m sure.” 

“If I’m with him, it’s worth it.”

“And if he moved on?” Vox put on a face of concern. 

“I’ll let him go, I guess and figure out how to make my own life. At least I’ll know.”

 She wasn’t sure she would actually be able to move on or make a life independent of Alastor in truth. That wouldn’t be his problem though and she wouldn’t make it his if someone new had taken their place at his side. Or if he didn’t want anyone at his side at all anymore. 

They’d been apart for decades and people remarried. They did that in Heaven, surely the same could be said of Hell. He even could have remarried in life for all she knew, she had died young and Alastor could have had many years with a new bride.

He could have had a full life with someone else. Kids. A family. He deserved all of that, if he had wanted it. 

“Who’s the lucky hellion who has an Angel willing to fall for him?” Vox sounded uninterested as they exited the elevator on an upper floor. “Maybe we could work out a deal, I’m a powerful man you see and I’ve got a way of getting information.” 

“You’d be willing to help me?” Isabel’s heart swelled. 

“Sure!” Dinging noise sounded from Vox as his smile widened from the bored smirk that seemed to be his baseline. “We’ll work out the details but first, who’s the lucky lad?” 

“I’d be ever so grateful for the help,” Isabel rested her hand on his arm as she spoke her earnest gratitude, unaware of the dangerous game she was playing. “His name is Alastor, he-”

Lights flickered and died in the hall. Vox’s screen garbled before going blue. Though the moment was brief, only a few short seconds really, it had Isabel’s heart racing. Warning bells rung in her mind. 

And then, Vox’s face was back with his confident smile. “Alastor you say? Quite the uncommon name!”

“What was that?” Isabel stepped away from Vox only to be ushered back to his side by a hand on her mid back.

“Oh, just a power surge. The grid here is unstable, a hellish problem for a hellish realm. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” 

That felt like a lie but she had no real reason not to trust him. Well, no reason except that he was seemingly a powerful man in Hell.

Vox led her into what looked to be a large lounge room. It looked nice enough, though she didn’t personally ever evolve her taste in decor beyond her life. The modern look always felt so cold to her. 

“Wait here, I’m just going to jump out and have a word with my partners, see what we can do. Make yourself comfortable.” 

~~~~~<3

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"Absolute End" review (Murder Drones finale)

After almost 3 years since the first episode, we are sadly at the end of Murder Drones. SPOILERS!

I thought the finale would be longer, at least the same length as the previous episode.

Gravity is acting up and massive earthquakes are happening, which I bet the drones can handle BUT UZI GETTING AN A-, that is a sign that the world is ending.

Even at the end of the world, the Teacher Drone is just done with everything.

Is CYN pulling a Dead Space 3?

Again the Teacher is just done.

So how did Uzi get into space exactly? Last episode had her falling down to the hole in the church to the planet’s core, did gravity and the Absolute Solver program cause her to go straight through the planet and fly into space?

Smart thinking on the writers here having Uzi and her mom be able to control space rocks, as they such things do have metal in them.

New feature for screen faces, they can use it to communicate if there isn’t any sound.

How is Uzi’s mom finding all the space for her words? :3

A nice mother/daughter moment, also Uzi has a parental lock XD.

Of course Uzi’s mom still has her iPod XD

Who is that! Whoever that is, let’s just hope Uzi’s mom doesn’t survive planetary re-entry

N! Wait how was he able to get to a ship so fast?

PILOT N! Wait does he remember how to fly that thiAPPARENTLY HE IS STILL REMEMBERING!

Wait are Uzi and N about to ki-SAVED BY THE VILLAIN! Ehh I was kind of hoping for Uzi X Thad and N X V to become canon but this is fine too...for now but more on that later. At least Uzi is still herself, though I question anyone who wouldn’t want to hug N.

It is still funny that the bus is also sentient in this series.

V! And of course she was able to tame one of the raptors.

“character not interested in epic battle that is occurring” trope.

GET THAT BRATTY TEEN DRONE ROBO DINO! I never thought I would ever say that.

Khan T posing XD

Clever robo girl! Wait didn’t I already use that?

Uzi would have been so proud hearing V use her catchphrase, especially on J of all drones.

Uzi can make blast that can go through planets. Write that down Death Battle fans.

(Uzi and CYN fighting)

J; Want to get out of here?

V: Why?

CYN just caught Uzi attack like its nothing.

The world ending threat still loves a fool after all this time. Have I mentioned how great this show is?

Look at them protecting each other!

HOLY CRAP UZI!

Crap CYN is going pissed off yandere on N!

Okay we got it, N X Uzi is canon.

While nice to see V showing love for N, it was kind of a coward move of her to try and work with CYN/Absolute Solver again at this point.

Heh, I guess CYN has parental controls too XD.

Doorman with the universal door remote FTW!

Okay that was a dumb move on Thad’s part. Guess he just assumed Uzi was nearby given he has seen her around the Disassembly Drones every time they met.

(Uzi and V smile at each other)

MK ANNOUNCER: FRIENDSHIP!

An old time iPod in the future can survive the reentry of a planet, yet iPhones can’t survive a small fall from one’s hand to the ground without cracking in half.

According to the subtitles the song playing is AJ Dispirito song called “BiteMe”. Is this where Uzi got her catchphrase? Seeing how her mom acts, I wouldn’t be surprised if she sang that song as a lullaby to baby Uzi. The song is really good.

Friendly fire on CYN’s part. Then again if they can regenerate, is it really that bad?

(Me seeing Uzi stabbing N with pickaxe)

Yami Yugi voice: It’s not him!

N has a valid point, nice to see him getting his heart ripped out and almost eaten by his yandere stalker didn’t mess up his lovable personality.

Cheap move with the puppy dog eyes CYN. Then again it is canon that all dogs are immortal, so N could have attacked her without fear of killing any digital dogs.

NOW ISN’T A GOOD TIME TO BE MAKING THAT SPECIAL HANDSHAKE UZI AND N XD.

Now Uzi is just learning to tell apart holograms form the real thing! Admittedly that is a bit cheesy, but at least it led to that epic scene of her ripping out the CYN’s heart Mortal Kombat style.

Finally its OVE- what is that?

That fight scene must have been so expensive that they had to cut the color budget!

ZA WARUDO

I’m getting flashbacks to the Death Battle episode “Starscream vs. Rainbow Dash”.

So is eating the "Solver heart" going to make Uzi the new Absolute Solver master? Horror is one of the themes of this series, and “monster still being alive” is the genres most known tropes. Guess we’ll find out in the next 5 minutes.

Kind of hard to read the text coming up on Uzi’s face near the end. I can see NULL, escaped_data=sent, escaped_data=str_replace [arry] and escaped_data=str_replace[global entites]. This sounds like it isn’t the end of CYN and her Absolute Solver control.

Who knew Thad was a skater! Also where did he get that skateboard? Still nice to see him being nice, even if its towards Lizzy.

Khan and Nori are going to meet. Okay THAT scene was hilarious, and that “kind of hot” line XD.

The Teacher survived, still not wanting to get involved in anything XD.

A robot raptor riding a sentient bus. Thank god the Jurassic Park movies are done as I feel like that franchise would try and do something dumb like that in their movies.

Uzi is very far from where she was a second ago. Again what is up with teleporting in this series?

So Uzi is the new absolute solver master. Luckily she doesn’t want to kill everything like CYN wanted. Then again it’s pretty much confirmed that all humans are dead so what else can she do, kill the worker drones?

Was that a Gaz Membrane reference in the “I’m not solved” pic. Also the pic file is labeled as “nothing”, which makes me wonder if the writers are again telling us that there won’t be any more episodes. Again more on that at the end.

The Heroes journey pic. Wait is that text a refence to when Game Theory did an episode where they used said Heroes’ Journey pic to theorize what was going to happen?

So are the others drones not going to find a way to cure N, V, and likely Uzi’s need to drink drone oil?

Doll is still dead. Odd to bring that clip up, but fitting with this show's humor.

N is pretty good at manga art. Also again nice seeing V being the one in love with N.

I wonder if there was going to be a difference between Uzi’s purple colored power and her yellow colored one. I guess we will never know.

During the credits we see: J is still alive and building a ship, likely to get back to JCJensonINSPAAAAACEE!!!!! HQ

N and Uzi hanging out with Khan and Nori (does Khan know it is her?) at door security. Is that really necessary now that nearly every serious baddie is dead?

A hint at the possibility of CYN still being alive. That or its Tessa’s ghost.

The Murder Drones are still killing drones for oil

A Murder Drones anime drawn in the same art style as Liam Vickers other works, like the underrated Cliffside pilot.

Lizzy being nice and holding a funeral for Doll. Thad your kindness is wasted on her.

V wearing N’s hat and playing chess against the raptor and the robo bug, which I totally forgot about. Looks like the raptor made peace with Lizzy too.

A callback to the 2nd episode with the robopede.

Hologram Uzi?

CYN IS THE TAIL! Personally I never did like the tail design, so it’s a good excuse to get rid of it now.

Cliffhanger ending. VERY FITTING FOR THIS SERIES! ALSO I KIND OF CALLED IT.

A very entertaining ending to a series that I wouldn’t mind getting a sequel series one day BUT has given me enough closure that I can be happy if it never does. Then again in this era of media you never know.

Sure it would have been nice if the show had been a few episodes longer, going over more things like dealing with other kinds of Disassembly Drones (something I was hoping to see since the very beginning) and more moments of unique character interactions like Uzi and Thad as well as N and V regaining their memories together.

Now that the series is over (again maybe for now) I wonder what Liam Vickers will work on next. PLEASE let him go back to work on his Cliffside series, as that has a lot of potential. After seeing how good he is at 3D animation, imagine what he can do with a 2Dish show like Cliffside! Seriously people go watch the Cliffside pilot when you can.

What were your thoughts on the Murder Drones finale?

[greendragonette]

Ark Survival Evolved: No Engrams Challenge, day 39

Finally went for high level lady argy on Brawl Islet. Tried trap, tried baiting, tried following on croc. Aim shitty, way too many arrows went into sky. Finally got it knocked out on an iceberg; tried getting her a nice chap, but hyenas ate him :( Said fuck it, got a mid anky asleep, got both some kibble. Saw it's gonna be awhile, so not to worry about aggro went to redwoods for dimetrodon because it'd allow me hatching argy eggs at any time. Low level tamed quickly, but took a long while to take home. In the morning went for tamed in the night mining duo; sadly still no argy saddle, so had to take them longer way. Named argy Ara, she's got colours like one *u*

Got a "smart" idea to hatch some raptor eggs and let dimetrodon off them for levels. That's how all my base got rearranged by dumb AI, because I got too used to living in places dangerous creatures spawn in bulk, so most my dinos are on neutral *sigh* Managing them in the dark is pain in the ass, luckily fed theris some more so no more younglings starved to death.

Went for crates too, but found nothing good - at least for what I already have. What do I need to sacrifice for narcs and argy saddle? TnT

[paperanddice]

This update is a bit special. We reached the spinosaurus in the Tome of Beasts, but Pathfinder already has a spinosaurs (even if it hasn't technically been updated to the remaster, I'm pretty sure the only difference between the actual stat blocks will be the removal of the alignment tag). Meanwhile, 13th Age doesn't actually have any native dinosaurs, so I figured once I got here that I could just provide you with a bunch of "standard" dinosaurs to fill in.

Dinosaurs aren't a regular feature within the Dragon Empire. They are primeval creatures, that should have gone extinct Ages ago, possibly even before the first Age. They aren't in line with humanoids or any creatures of the modern era, existing only in the past and in hidden areas of the world that may as well be the past. You'll only find them through powerful magic portals through time, or in the most isolated and hidden areas of the world, where they somehow have survived the many ages and the complete changing of the world around them. Rumors hold that some giants have found their way to these areas of the world, fighting and taming these massive creatures and creating a new primeval era.

Velociraptor

These small pack hunters have manes of feathery plumage extended down their back and along their limbs, helping them blend into natural environments and puffing up to obscure the creature's size when it is threatened. They leap upon their prey with long, sharp claws on their legs, tearing great gashes and darting away to let other members of the pack strike. They can bring down far larger creatures with these tactics, making them quite deadly despite being only about 1.5 feet tall.

Velociraptor  1st level wrecker [beast]  Initiative: +5 Talons +5 vs. AC – 3 damage. Natural 16+: 2 ongoing damage. Leaping Charge: This attack instead deals 6 damage on a hit if the velociraptor first moves before attacking an enemy it wasn’t engaged with at the start of its turn. Pack Attack: The velociraptor gains a +1 bonus to attack and damage for each other velociraptor engaged with the target (max +4 bonus) AC 16 PD 15 MD 11 HP 24

Deinonychus 

Larger and even more dangerous than their velociraptor relatives, deinonychus also hunt in packs and use talons on their hind legs to bring down prey. They stand closer to 6 feet tall, more upright than the velociraptor, and also have both feathers and scales. Their forelimbs aren't used for combat, but are strong enough to hold food or pull aside small obstacles.

Deinonychus  2nd level troop [beast]  Initiative: +5 Talon +7 vs. AC – 5 damage. Natural Even Hit: 3 ongoing damage. Natural Even Hit or Miss: The deinonychus can pop free from the target. Predator’s Advantage: The deinonychus gains a +1 bonus to attack rolls against targets taking ongoing damage. AC 18 PD 15 MD 12 HP 36

Hadrosaurid 

Hadrosaurid covers a broad group of dinosaurs, a family of massive herbivores. They have a variety of different crests on their head, different species carrying different styles and shapes. While they rival elephants in size, they are far less aggressive, using their great size as defense and trying to avoid dangerous predators whenever possible. While smaller raptors like deinonychus can bring down young hadrosaurid or even an isolated adult, a whole herd represents far too much of a hassle, and the herd can crush over and trample most smaller enemies, even if just by accident while trying to escape.

Hadrosaurid  Huge 4th level mook [beast]  Initiative: +6 Trample +9 vs. PD – 8 damage. Natural Even Hit: As a free action, the hadrosaurid can move and make another trample attack against a different nearby enemy (it will take opportunity attacks for moving). AC 20 PD 18 MD 14 HP 40 (mook) Mook: Kill one hadrosaurid mook for every 40 damage you deal to the mob.

Ankylosaurus 

Squat and heavily armored, ankylosaurus are incredibly defensive herbivores. Unlike hadrosaurs, they are far more aggressive and ill tempered, prone to lash out at trespassers with their tail, tipped with a heavy bone club that can smash smaller creatures to paste. Their hide often has bony spikes along the edges as well that ward off larger attackers, making them a pain to bring down from any direction, so most leave these tanks be.

Ankylosaurus  Huge 4th level troop [beast]  Initiative: +5 Sweeping Tail +7 vs. PD (1d3 nearby enemies) – 22 damage. Natural 16+: The target is stunned until the end of its next turn. AC 23 PD 18 MD 14 HP 160

Triceratops 

The three horns that are positioned on the triceratops' head make for an incredible self-defense weapon, able to seriously injure large foes and impale smaller ones clear through. While they mostly fight to defend themselves or to establish dominance and territory, they can be terribly stubborn and poor at recognizing when they need to defend themselves. Even small intruders will often prompt an aggressive defense, so humanoids stumbling into their territory may be charged by the massive creature. In those areas where humanoids or giants have lived among dinosaurs for some time, triceratops are often a target for domestication, as their large, armored frills create an additional defense for the rider.

Triceratops  Huge 6th level wrecker [beast]  Initiative: +8 Triple Horns +10 vs. AC – 30 damage. Furious Charge: This attack instead deals 60 damage on a hit if the triceratops first moves before attacking an enemy it was not engaged with at the start of its turn. AC 22 PD 20 MD 15 HP 260 Nastier Specials  Frill Defense: 1/round, as an interrupt action when the triceratop’s rider is targeted by an attack, the triceratops can give its rider a +2 bonus to AC against that attack. Mount: The triceratops can have one Large or up to four Medium or smaller creatures as its riders. One rider must be designated as its guide. Each round the triceratops can choose to act on its own turn or its guide’s turn.

Tyrannosaurs 

Sometimes known as the king of dinosaurs (despite not necessarily being the largest or strongest), tyrannosaurs are massive predators. While they will scavenge for food whenever available, they are not afraid to use their great size and deadly armament of natural weapons to bring down their own food, sometimes even going toe-to-toe with ankylosauruses or triceratops. Against smaller prey they may simply crush it underfoot and pull off chunks, or grasp it in their jaws and throw it into the air to die upon impact with the ground.

Tyrannosaurus  Huge 7th level wrecker [beast]  Initiative: +9 Crushing Jaws +12 vs. PD – 50 damage. Natural Even Hit: The tyrannosaurus can grab the target. It can carry the grabbed enemy with it as it moves. If the tyrannosaurus starts its turn grabbing an enemy, it can make a fling attack as a quick action. [Special Trigger] R: Fling +12 vs. PD (one nearby enemy) – 20 damage. Effect: The grabbed creature pops free from the tyrannosaurus and is thrown, landing next to the target and taking 20 damage. Special: This attack doesn’t provoke opportunity attacks from grabbed enemies. Trample: Whenever the tyrannosaurus moves, it can make a stomp attack against each creature it engages during that movement. [Special Trigger] Stomp +12 vs. PD – 20 damage. Natural 14+: The target is also grabbed by the tyrannosaurus. This grab ends if the tyrannosaurus moves. AC 23 PD 22 MD 16 HP 316

Spinosaurus 

Even larger than the fearsome tyrannosaurus, spinosaurus takes to the water to hunt. With a massive sail upon its back to help dissipate heat and intimidate rivals, it is very adept at catching the large fish and sharks of the prehistoric waters it trawls. This doesn't prevent it from occasionally hunting on shore as well, particularly if easy to catch prey stumbles within reach, but they rarely can be bothered to confront larger foes unless defending themselves or their nests. Even many dragons will hesitate to confront a spinosaurus though, as these great dinosaurs can reach nearly 60 feet in length.

Spinosaurus  Huge 8th level troop [beast]  Initiative: +9 Massive Jaws +13 vs. PD – 55 damage. Natural Even Hit: The spinosaurus can grab the target. It can carry the grabbed enemy with it as it moves. Claws +13 vs. AC (2 attacks) – 20 damage. Tail Sweep +13 vs. PD (1d3 nearby enemies; can’t target a grabbed enemy) – 35 damage. Natural Even Hit: The tyrannosaurus can grab the target. It can carry the grabbed enemy with it as it moves. Bite and Slash and Sweep: The spinosaurus can make two attacks as a standard action; it can’t make the same attack twice on the same turn. Swimmer: The spinosaurus is a strong swimmer, though it can’t breath underwater. AC 23 PD 22 MD 18 HP 440

[tricos-here]

AHEM. taps the mic. valentine, reyhan and one of your choice that u don't get to talk abt often 😼

picking Vayle for the third because he's the new guy and he can get some spotlight as as treat 😼

1. Does your character canonically have specific mounts?

Valentine semi recently (like canonically, during EoD) got a Kirin (jackal technically) for both himself and Yweyn, he named his Dara

Reyhan also has a jackal technically, which is one of her fernhounds that were Mordremed during HoT 🫢 her name is Marja

Vayle has a jackal which was a gift from Michelle (aka his sister) and was infused with mesmer magic  

2. Do you have any canon mount skins / coloration for them?

Valentine’s mount is, you guessed it, the Kirin skin, in blue and white 

Reyhan’s mount is the Mordrem Alpha skin, but in a more of a green/yellow hue 

Vayle’s jackal is the Darkmist Moorhound with some browns and pink to point to ye olde mesmer magic, thought truthfully he may or may not had been using the Mirror Masked skin instead, if I had it - but he is a necromancer so darkmist might just be a better fit, we'll just say a mix of the two

3. How likely are they to rent one versus own one?

Valentine is more likely to own one and he really wanted an actual Sand Jackal during his time in PoF but he’s a boyfailure and didn’t succeed in taming/bonding with one so up until he purchased the Kirin he’s just been renting whenever needed (got that noble money babeeyy)

Reyhan being a ranger and all, is certainly more likely to own one than rent

Vayle is more likely to rent one, he's actually part of a raiding party so he moves around a lot and it's simply more efficient to rent if needed than having a whole animal to take care of, he's only really keeping the jackal because it was a gift

4. Are there any mounts they prefer using (or others they can't stand)?

Valentine honestly is such an adrenaline junkie that he’ll ride anything (not a word.) no problem, including the flying mounts and the roller beetle etc. but if he were to choose he would prefer land mounts like raptors and jackals 

Reyhan playing the ranger card again likewise has no issue with any of them, but generally prefers (her) jackals, if only because of the bond she was with them, and because she was a fernhound trainer and caretaker so, they’re more in line with what she’s already familiar with 

Vayle doesn't have any real preference honestly, whatever gets the job done at the moment

5. Do they keep their mounts stabled, take them with them, or some secret 3rd thing?

Valentine keeps his kirin stabled for the most part, it's not really, a house animal and he honestly does not have that much use of it, in the sense that he'll go out for a contract or two and then live off that money for the next while - but he does take it out for exercise, let it never be said he doesn't take care of his pets

Reyhan and her jackal are like this 🤞 it goes where she goes

Vayle depends, generally will keep it with him, but if they're like resting between raids/excursions/whatever will stable it

[teecupangel]

Ark: Aberration Edition

Submitted by @saberamane

I’m back with the next ‘Ark Survival Evolved AC Edition’!

They have finally figured out the whole thing going on with ‘Scorched Earth’, defeat the Manticore (which Desmond is super bummed out that he couldn’t tame that thing, it was so cool), they ‘ascend’ again, and the new area they land in is horrible. But also pretty cool. Desmond loves all the bio luminescent creatures to be found on ‘Aberration’.

(Just a note, they all have a Rock Drake, so it won’t be listed with their other tames.)

Desmond:

Aberrant Carno

Aberrant Equus

1 Ravager (She’s more ‘pet’ than ‘tame’, she’s pretty but not ‘high level’ so she stays at base. Basically she’s an event color dino.)

Basilisk

Seeker (non-tameable, but it’s Desmond. He wanted the little eldritch flying creature, so he got it.)

Reaper King (Of course)

Shoulder Pet: Bulbdog (He finds it right away and needed it. It’s one of those ‘it’s so ugly it’s cute’ scenarios.)

Altair:

Aberrant Otter

Aberrant Purlovia

Aberrant Pulmonoscorpius

Aberrant Parasaur

Karkinos

Aberrant Megalosaurus

Shoulder Pet: Shinehorn (I just enjoy the thought of Altair having an adorable little goat on his shoulder all the time.)

Ezio:

Aberrant Ovis

Aberrant Spino

Aberrant Paracer

Aberrant Doedicurus

Roll Rat

Aberrant Baryonyx

Shoulder Pet: Featherlight (It reminds him of Petruccio, and all the feathers he used to collect for his little brother. Needless to say, anything so much as looks at this featherlight wrong dies.)

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Aberrant Megalania

Aberrant Iguanodon

Aberrant Direbear

Pack of Aberrant Raptor’s

Pack of Ravagers

Aberrant Sarco

Shoulder Pet: Glowtail (They are noted as having the quickest recharge of their light of all ‘glow pets’, which would greatly benefit Ratonhnhaké:ton as he’s typically the ‘hunter’)

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Additions by teecup:

The Ark Survival Evolved AU idea (this one and this one too)

Tames for The Island Ark

Tames for the Scorched Earth Ark

At this point, they have all agreed to just let Desmond do whatever thing he does and they don’t even bat an eye anymore if Desmond returns with some kind of monster/animal that shouldn’t be tameable. At some point, it’s become a running joke about what next untameable beast Desmond would return with. Altaïr is currently winning with his suggestion of “God” and the deadpan way he stated it and the fact that they all know he’s an atheist makes it all the more funnier and it’s really hard to top that one.

(All of their Rock Drakes have the same ‘nest’ and a few months later, they learned that one of them laid an egg and they’re not entirely sure which one it is?)

Desmond:

His Abberant Carno is named Rex The Second because, according to him, Rex Two sounds a bit ‘sad’.

His Equus is usually used for patrols nearby.

His Ravager follows him around the base and likes to get pets but doesn’t like it when others try to pet him. He actually just followed Desmond into the base and just… never left.

His Basilisk is a jerk. He likes to burrow deep underneath the ground then pop out whenever someone passed by. Nobody gets surprised anyway since the Basilisk glows as light blue in their Eagle Vision but still… jerk move. But he mostly accompanies Desmond whenever he goes out because it’s a good companion for taming other monsters/beasts.

Altaïr had researched on the Seekers before to check if they could be tamed and, if not, what’s the best way to take them own, and that’s how he theorized that the reason why Desmond got a Seeker is because it sees Desmond as a light source. His Seeker is always energetic and acts the same way wild Seekers would act whenever they are near light sources like a Bulbdog which earns Desmond the nickname “Our very own Bulbdog”

Oh god. Oh my god. Are we saying that Desmond got impregnated by a female Reaper since that’s the only way to get a Reaper ingame? Are we going for that? Because I hella am in for that! Just imagine Altaïr checking Desmond after an encounter with a Ravager Queen that left him alive and him gravely saying, “You’re… pregnant.” and everyone just stares at Desmond and Desmond is like “It’s not like that! Oh my god, no!” In the end, Desmond ‘shoots’ out the baby Reaper and takes care of it like… I guess a child of his own (oh man, the angst that will happen when they leave this Ark and have to leave the Reaper behind, yeeesss)

Desmond likes to keep the Bulbdog with him always and its deathly afraid of the Seeker but the Seeker just ignores it and goes for Desmond every time.

Altaïr:

Altaïr’s Otter mostly does whatever it wants but he serves mostly as Altaïr’s assistant, bringing him tools or holding things for Altaïr while he’s busy with his current project.

His Purlovia primarily just lazes around in his workshop but he always likes to burrow all over and is sorta maybe best friends with Desmond’s Basilisk? Or maybe they’re burrowing rivals, no one is really sure.

His Pulmonoscorpius usually accompanies him whenever he’s away from their base as it’s a good bodyguard and its poison can be used to weaken or tamed any beast that catches his fancy (and the poison is also used for some of his creations). He got his Pulmonoscorpius from a cave too so he uses that as a mount whenever he goes to a cave so other monsters/beasts won’t be alerted.

His Parasaur loves to gather berries. No one knows why but he just lets him do what he wants since Parasaur also warns them of any dangers near their base that he sees during his berry picking.

What his Karkinos lacks in speed, he makes up with his sheer utility. If his Otter is his assistant in the base, the Karkinos is his assistant when out in the wilds and there have been many encounters that ended in their favor thanks to him.

No, Desmond, this Megalosaurus will not be named Megalosaurus the Second. No. Megalosaurus Junior is also out of the question. Stop it.

Shinehorn is a good lightsource. That’s the reason why he’s on Altaïr’s shoulder. Yup. That’s the only reason why. No, the fact that Desmond had been the one to give it to him had nothing to do with Altaïr’s preferential treatment to the damn goat.

Ezio:

To continue with the whole ‘naming farm creatures’, these herd of Ovis have a Haytham, an Abbas (the one that always tries to chew Altaïr’s robes) and a Lucy (named after Lucrezia Borgia or so Desmond says)

His Spino mainly patrols all of Ezio’s other tames and he actually let Desmond name it Spino the Second.

His Paracer served as their first base actually while they were looking for a good place to ‘settle down’ as Desmond likes to call it. He’s their oldest tame and he mainly just lounges in the base as a reward for having to deal with all the shenanigans the group had to go thru while he served as their mobile base.

Doedicurus likes to roll around and, really, Ezio enjoys watching his Doedicurus roll around to beat the crap of any creature that tries any funny business.

Roll Rat was used to help build their base, mostly by rolling onto obstacles to destroy them. Now, he’s mainly used to harvest wood and mushrooms. Hell, he and Parasaur sometimes return at the same time filled with berries they have collected. Desmond called it berry-bonding.

Baryonyx is Ezio’s primary companion when he goes outside and also their main source of underwater resources.

Featherlight is nicknamed ‘asfoor’ which means little sparrow and Ezio has a soft spot for it. He once gifted Desmond one of the feather that had fallen from the Featherlight and Desmond is the only person who understands how much the little creature reminds Ezio of his family (not just Petruccio but Maria Auditore as well)

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Megalania is always almost on walls or ceilings and helps by ambushing hostile creatures while they’re focused on Ratonhnhaké:ton and his ‘main force’.

Iguanodon usually helps with farming and gathering resources in the base but he’s important when Ratonhnhaké:ton leaves for long periods of time as he helps hunt food and resources they may need in the wild (like poison that Ratonhnhaké:ton can use to craft items)

Ratonhnhaké:ton refused to call his new Dire Bear Dire Bear The Second because that he felt like he was comparing it to his previous Dire Bear. He did agree to naming it Teddy Bear though. (he doesn’t know what teddybear actually means)

His main force is composed of a pack of Aberrant Raptors that all have names and Ratonhnhaké:ton can distinguish each of them with a glance. They’re very well coordinated with the ambush tactics of the Megalania and like to corral their enemies to where the Magalania is waiting to pounce them.

The pack of Ravagers is actually the children of the Ravager that followed Desmond to their base. Every time they’re in the base, they stay with their mother (which means Desmond takes care of them). They’re very energetic and the Raptors actually usually have to corral them to stay in formation.

Sarco is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s preferred mount whenever there is a need to dive somewhere.

Glowtail prefers to wrap around Ratonhnhaké:ton neck and sometimes around the crown of his head.

[askthechronoverse]

I'd like to do what if scenarios a lot with RJ in episodes of Unikitty!

I'm just going to talk for 5 minutes about how RJ would have been perfect in the episode Delivery Effect .

Dr Fox wouldn't have her time machine. That outburst would be absolutely true and she wouldn't have the gadget. But then they'd remember that they know a guy who has a time machine and run off to the forest to convince him to let them use the Rexcelsior. RJ would at first be hesitant because "the last time I used this thing it had dire consequences". But they wouldn't care. Richard would probably pin him to a wall and tell him he needs his steamed rice. RJ would then agree to it, get them all sent up to the Rexcelsior. Then Father Time would show up. He'd give his spiel about not messing with the time space continuum and probably add a jab toward RJ and the last time he used the ship. The Rexcelsior would end up getting used a few more times. That dinosaur would totally show up because the rip in the time space continuum would occur. RJ would try to tame it with no good result because it's a tyrannosaurus Rex and not a raptor. Father time would come back and threaten to erase them all from time itself. RJ would probably get flashbacks of the ending of the second Lego movie and try to smooth talk everyone's way out of that fate. He'd end up bargaining the Thai food for their lives.

Episode ends the way it ended on the show proper, except it ends with the six of them beaming back up to the Rexcelsior.

I hope this was coherent. It's almost midnight where I am. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[agentcable]

Jurassic World (2015)

The Jurassic World resort off Costa Rica's coast is home to genetically engineered dinosaurs, including the vicious and intelligent Indominus rex. When the creature escapes, the other dinosaurs run amok. A former military man and animal expert must save two young brothers and the tourists from an all-out prehistoric assault.

If you want to watch the movie for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Two dinosaurs are hatching.

Elsewhere, Zach and his brother Gray are going to spend Christmas at Isla Nublar, which has a theme park called Jurassic World.

Zach and Gray arrive at Isla Nublar by ferry. Zara, Claire Dearing's assistant, finds them. Claire is trying to get investors ot back the new attraction, a genetically modified dinosaur called Indominus Rex. Claire sees the boys in the Innovation Center before her next meeting. She promises to meet them for dinner and spend the next day with them. Zara is with the boys.

Claire meets with park owner Simon Masrani. Masrani, who is learning to fly, flies himself and Claire to the new Indominus Rex paddock. Masrani is surprised to learn that the dinosaur is white. Masrani is shocked when Claire says the I-Rex ate its sibling. He is impressed by the new dinosaur. He tells her to let Owen check the paddock for any weak spots the engineers missed.

Owen is a former Navy member who studies the behaviour of Jurassic World's four Velociraptors to help his work. He trains the raptors and is the "alpha" of the pack. Vic Hoskins thinks the raptors could be used for military purposes, which Owen disagrees with.

However, an accident shows the raptors are not tamed and Owen's influence is not complete.

Claire meets Owen at his trailer and asks for his help with the Indominus. Owen agrees to examine the paddock after Claire asks him to.

The animal is missing from the paddock. There is no sign of it. Owen sees claw marks on the wall. The Indominus Rex has escaped by climbing over the wall. Claire rides back to the control room to find the Indominus Rex. Owen, Nick Letting, and Nick Kilgore investigate the clawed wall in the paddock. In the control room, Lowery Cruthers and Vivian Krill see the Indominus Rex is still in the paddock. Owen and the workers try to escpae. The Indominus Rex reappears and eats Kilgore, then breaks through the gate. Owen hides under a vehicle and sprays himself with gasoline to mask his scent. Letting is eaten.

Claire sends the ACU to recapture the Indominus Rex. They're carrying non-lethal weapons because the Indominus Rex is expensive. Owen tells Claire to bring the team back because they don't know what the Indominus Rex is capable of, but she ignores him. The Indominus Rex has removed the tracking implant and ACU Commander Katashi Hamada sees the hybrid too late because it can camouflage itself. Hamada and most of the squad are killed or eaten.

Only a few survive without serious injuries. Claire decides to close all attractions north of the resort. Owen says they should leave the island. She gets a call from her sister, who is upset that she isn't spending time with Zach and Gray.

Zach and Gray left Zara to watch the Mosasaurus feeding show. On the monorail, Gray is upset. Zach asks why. Gray says their parents are getting a divorce. They've been getting mail from two divorce attorneys. Zach tells Gray to grow up. In a couple of years, he'll be leaving their parents anyway. The boys go on the Gyrosphere ride and see many dinosaurs. Zach leaves the fenced area and goes into the forest. They see an Ankylosaurus, but the Indominus Rex attacks them. The Indominus kills an Ankylosaurus as the boys run away and jump over a waterfall to escape.

Claire finds Owen to help her find her nephews. They get to the Gyrosphere and find the Indominus has killed several Apatosauruses without eating them. Owen thinks the hybris is killing for sport. They find the destroyed Gyrosphere. Zach and Gray find the old Jurassic Park Visitor Center, now ruined. They fix an old Jurassic Park jeep and drive it back to the park.

As they leave, Claire and Owen try to start a jeep, but the Indominus Rex attacks.

They escape, but the Indominus persues, distracted by a helicopter. Masrani's helicopter attacks the Indominus with a minigun, but the Indominus doesn't respond. The Indominus breaks through a wall and the pterosaurs escape. Owen and Claire watch the pterosaurus attack Masrani's helicopter and crash it, killing Masrani and the two people on board.

When the boys reach the nothern wall, they see a swarm of pterosaurus following them. Zara finds the two children on Main Street. A Pteranodon grabs her and drops her into the Jurassic World Lagoon. The Mosasaurus eats her, and a Pteranodon. Owen and Claire arrive and start shooting the animals. Owen is attacked by a Dimorphodon, but Claire saves him. They kiss as Zach and Gray arrive and reunite with their aunt.

After Masranis dies, InGen's Private Security Division, led by Vic Hoskins, takes control of the park. Hoskins plans to use the raptors to hunt the Indominus. Owen initially declines, but he agrees when threatened. They release the raptors and follow them into the jungle, where they find the hybrid. The hybrid talks to the raptors, which makes Owen realize she has Velociraptor DNA. The raptors attack the soldiers while the Indominus escapes. Owen finds Charlie, who seems to recognize him, but she is killed by a rocket. The soldiers run away, and Barry hides in a log while Blue tries to eat him. Owen distracts her, and she chases him.

Claire, Zach, and Gray are waiting in a vet vehicle when a soldier is killed by Delta. Echo attacks Claire through the truck window but falls out. Zach and Gray electrocute Delta when she jumps into the truck. Owen reappears, and they go back to the resort while the raptors follow their leader.

The four humans find Hoskins in the genetics lab trying to leave the facility. He says he tricked Masrani into making the Indominus so it could be used as a weapon instead of a theme park attraction. Delta appears and corners Hoskins. Hoskins tries to calm her, but she bites his arm and eats him. The four escape the Innovation Center but are cornered outside by Blue, Delta, and Echo. Owen reconnects with them. When the Indominus arrives, Owen and the raptors attack, but the raptors are killed.

They don't have the "teeth" to defeat the hybrid. So they have one last option: Claire calls Lowery and tells him to open the T-Rex's paddock. She lures the park's old T-Rex, Rexy, into a fight with the Indominus. She has the upper hand, but then she is overpowered and thrown to the ground. But before the Indominus can kill her, Blue attacks, giving the T-Rex time to wake up. The Indominus, unable to fight back, struggles wildly. The T-Rex gets up and bites her neck. The T-Rex and Blue corner the Indominus in front of the Mosasaurus Lagoon. The Mosasaurus drags the Indominus underwater and kills her.

Blue and the T-Rex look at each other, then go on. The group goes to the park visitor area. Zach and Gray are with their parents, while Owen and Claire leave.

On Isla Nublar, the T-Rex roars, claiming the island as hers once again.

[bruxbea]

@ndostairlyrium tagged me once upon a time but I keep deleting the result because it feels more like Dragon Age than not...which is probably fine tbh: Snippets from Lark under the cut:

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we managed to scale all this just to find there’s actually a path up the opposite direction…? That can only happen to us so many times right?” "And if you had just loaned me your doublet, captain portal wizard wouldn't have slapped my boob by way of introduction. MANY things about today could have gone differently yet here we are~"

“I assume like most cases this can be solved with a combination of enthusiastic wiggling and just a dash of creative vaulting~“

“Not sure if it means anything but I’ve actually been sleeping *better* since being kidnapped by a space mollusk and being held at knifepoint by said Vampire so-“

“Wyll even with horns you’re still the most air-quotes “in the box” one of this group, just breathe and be glad you’re not climbing trees as a lemur. Sorry “Lemure”….wait, I think I’ve misunderstood something-”

“Sure, I may be a Druid but this entire lot can bite me running…” “If experience has taught me anything in life, it’s how to recognize when and where one should be polite. Auntie Ethel positively screams “behave in this house or I will kill you” so let’s just go with it for now. I’m also almost positive she’s a bog witch at minimum so take that with grain of salt…or a brick if you’re brave-”

“...I woke up one morning to discover what I thought to be a snake nailed unceremoniously to the door of the room across from me… The fear that crept up my spine was quickly overtaken by pain as I realized it was in fact the remnants of a tiefling’s tail- my tail…cruelly and brutally severed near the base to be affixed to the door by a sharp bit of metal jammed through its spade…any love I held for the Gate died that day, as well as my ability to sleep fitfully if alone…

“ He may be a little…catty…but I know all too well what it’s like to go multiple days at a time without eating. No one should have to suffer through that, regardless of origin. If it helps him stave off starvation then I see no problem. Even arseholes need to eat. Wait-“

“Harhar indeed, there’s what, seven of you lot all together but NOT ONE of you thought to mention ‘Lark darling, dearest wellness dealer and usually not combative songstress who keeps us all alive and fit, you’re currently only equipped with a stick of cured meats and doing Jack all in terms of damage, maybe back off a bit-“ I mean really! “Shadow Cursed Lands or no, it’s been a few days since we supped together and I don’t want Stari to have to bite through grime or whatever other “Thisobaldian horrors” might have accrued on my person since the last time I bathed-“ “I find it the very definition of rude that we take one afternoon to ourselves to become reaccustomed to city life, maybe enjoy the circus…see the ocean…only to wind up tits deep in raptors and disembodied clown bits…and they weren’t even the sexy kind…”

“Please let them have hot water, clean towels…and cake…I don’t know if I’ve ever had a cake that wasn’t second hand come to think of it…”

“Can we just…take a moment to appreciate how absolutely abysmal the chances of that working in our favor actually were…? Are we to say a prayer, possibly leave a coin…? Maybe we offer them Gale’s underthings, I’m not entirely sure what we should do in this instance truth be told-”

“To be perfectly honest? Not to give everything away Orin, but holding an innocent child at knife point is comparatively tame compared to some of the shet I’ve seen Lae’zel pull when threatened-”

“This outfit cost more coin than I possessed in the last two years combined…wearing it feels like I’m breaking the law somehow-”

[deathinfeathers]

your name: Samael 'Raptor' Messorum

Romantic or platonic?: he could go either way tbh

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: activity then eating out (😏) obviously

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Boozy Ice Cream

What's your perfect date?: Spill the blood of our enemies and hear their laments. Or if you want something abit less exciting, straight up touching down somewhere on Earth and just walking, exploring the wilderness.

Would you cook for me?: Yes He makes very good meat, fish, and potatoes. Very hearty, very filling. Some fresh salad along side it too. Gotta stay and eat healthy to slaughter efficiently. Probably open a bottle of elderberry mead as well; something sweet to go with it all

Would you let me cook for you?: Yes; he's survived on military rations before; if it tastes worse than that, you'd Surprise him.

Can we make-out?: Absolutely

Make out in private or in public?: Yes. Both.

Do you like to cuddle?: She'd be like a feral cat probably, so sure! He tamed a sabertooth for Spade before.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: He's effectively a huge space heater, so only if you want a privacy screen.

Couch or bed?: Whatever is closer.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Singing, Fighting, and Sword Smithing. He made Abel and Cain's weapons.

Tell me something about you no else knows: He joined the Celestial Army at the human equivalent age of 14 because he 'looked 21.' Before that, he used to have a Large Lizard of some kind as an animal companion since celestial conception. The lizard passed away one day due to being eaten. He misses that lizard. . .

Why do you want to be my valentine?: She seems to have the right kind of vibes for his Angels of Death when they were in their hay day and he digs them

What makes you a good Valentine?: If you manage to make a really good impression on him? He's quite the gentleman when it all comes to a head 👀

"...when would it be convenient for you to pick me up?"

[writeforfandoms]

Island 2

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More conversations are had, plans are made, and you all make a run for another drop. Of course, things don't always go smoothly.

Warnings: Swearing, intense emotions, reader has Issues, canon typical violence, shooting at dinosaurs, blood, death (dinosaurs only), playing fast and loose with Ark mechanics.

Word count: 2.5k

Eventual Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader

All four of them helped you carry in the meat and berries, and you showed them where you kept everything. It took longer to pluck the dodos, leaving the feathers in a large basket. Gaz took over that for you, and you stood in the middle of the house for a minute, hands on your hips. 

“Taming really isn’t a day two topic,” you said, shaking your head a little. “But. Oh well.” You breathed in deep, fingers tapping against your hip. “Obviously you lot have seen Bessie and Watermelon. Taming creatures is generally not hard, but it is a process. The herbivores are the easiest, you just find their favorite berries and feed ‘em until they like you.” You paused there and then sighed. “You kind of have to take all of this with a grain of salt, because none of this makes sense. I just knew when Bessie was tame, same way I just know that hyaenadon will be ready to come in tomorrow. I didn’t have to train Bessie, she just knows.” You shrugged. 

“So, what, you just feed things until they follow you home?” Gaz didn’t look up from the dodo he was plucking. 

“I mean, with herbivores, yeah. And a few carnivores, like the hyaenadons. But most carnivores are much more dangerous.” You shook your head. “I’m honestly amazed Tom was able to tame Ripper. Raptors are dangerous and they’re pack hunters.”

“So how did he tame it?” Price crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Nuh uh.” You pointed a threatening finger at him. “Nope. Week two. Survive that long and I’ll teach you.” 

His eyes gleamed and he tipped his head to look down at you. “Fine.” 

“Are we goin’ for the green drop?” Soap asked as he finished piling meat in the preserving bin. 

“Haven’t decided. The closer you get to the mountain, the more dangerous the creatures are.” You shrugged, turning away to check your berries. You needed to do something with some of them. More hard biscuits, probably. Especially considering how many Gaz had eaten. “Gaz, let me know when you’re done with those dodos.”

“Will do.” He sneezed as a feather tried to drift up his nose, making Soap laugh at him. You just rolled your eyes. Children. 

The rest of the day passed in more or less easy work. Gaz picked up how to get the most meat off the birds quickly, only grumbling when Soap interrupted him. Ghost had vanished outside again, which you decided was Not Your Problem. Price had studied the map for a bit and then started poking around. 

It was not the same kind of quiet that you’d grown accustomed to since Jasper got killed. But it was quiet, mostly. 

Gaz helped you with dinner, which was good, because you weren't used to cooking for five. 

Dinner was quiet too. This time, Soap grabbed the dishes before you could, leaving you inside with Gaz and Price. Gaz stepped outside as well. 

Lovely. 

"You haven't searched for a way out?" Price asked, leaning back in his chair, hands folded together over his stomach. 

"I never said that," you shot back, a little annoyed. "Of course I have. Everyone has. And nobody's done it. This place is a fucking death trap." 

He was quiet for a few moments, watching you. You looked away first. 

"Forgive me if I don't believe there's no way out," he drawled.

You waved a hand. "Believe what you want," you muttered. "You'll figure it out." 

He blew out a breath. "What else do we need to learn?"

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "More about taming, later," you said. "Weapons you seem to know. We need to go through berries and edible plants, of course. Basic repairs. Basic building. Creature identification. Things to avoid at all costs." You shrugged. 

Price nodded, still relaxed in his chair, still watching you. "You haven't given up yet."

You tensed. "What?"

"You're still here. Still alive." His lips quirked in an almost-smile. "Much as you insist this place is a death trap, you haven't resigned yourself to it. Not fully. Else you wouldn't have survived this long." 

You stared at him for a few long moments, lips parted, eyes wide. Your heart beat hard and fast in your chest, the same feeling the last time you'd come across a raptor. 

You slammed out of the house before you knew what you were doing, walking fast away from that train wreck. He wasn't even entirely wrong - there was still that tiny glimmer of wondering, that tiny what if.

More than that, though, you were mad he had read you so easily. You weren't used to that. Maybe it was all the time you'd spent alone, or the lack of emotional intelligence from Jasper. 

Either way, you probably could have reacted better. 

“Love?” 

You startled a little at the nickname and half-turned to look at Gaz. The bastard had snuck up on you. “Hm?” 

“You alright?” He took a slow step closer, hands twitching at his side.

“Yes, of course.” You breathed in, swallowing hard. “You lot got the dishes done already? Gonna have to find more things for you to do before you get bored.” 

“Don’t worry about that,” Gaz murmured, taking another step closer. “We’re good at keeping ourselves busy.”

“Hm. Even so.” You turned away from him to fuss with one of Bessie’s saddle bags. “Nice having help, definitely makes the chores go faster. If that green drop is still there tomorrow maybe we’ll go find it. Green drops usually have better stuff in them.” 

“Yeah? Anything you want in particular?” He stepped around you so he could see your face again, leaning against the fence. 

“Wouldn’t mind getting a shotgun,” you admitted on a sigh. “And boots. I would kill for boots.” 

You both looked down at your current pair, which were in poor repair by now. And too big for you. 

“See what you mean,” Gaz murmured. “Well, we can check tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out again. “Long as there aren’t raptors along the way.”

“There a lot of them around here?” 

“Not usually.” You shifted your weight, finally giving up on messing with the saddle bags to mirror Gaz’s posture. “Get a little further up into the mountains, though, and there are all kinds of things. Raptors, sabertoothed cats, carnotaurus. Even rexes, if we’re really unlucky.” 

“Sounds like everything wants to eat us.” But he was still relaxed, smiling a little.

“You joke, but you’re right.” You shook your head. “There are so many things on this island that want to eat you. So many.” You shivered as the memory of screams echoed in your mind. 

He frowned, hand settling on your shoulder. "It's alright, love," he murmured. "There are five of us, now. And you've got experience. We'll manage." 

You leaned into his hand, swallowing convulsively. It had been… a long time since you'd had human contact. A long time. "You're right." You breathed in deep, trying to wrangle your emotions back under control. "We'll be okay." 

He smiled at you, warm and confident. "I know you don't know us yet," he said, shifting closer to you, brown eyes holding yours. "But we keep each other safe, and we'll do the same for you." 

You shook your head a little, smiling even as you pulled back. "Don't worry about me," you demurred. "Focus on yourselves at first. I know what I'm doing." One deep breath in and you stepped back. "Come on, we should go set up for bed." 

He nodded, motioning for you to go first. You breathed in deep before you went inside, scooping up the basket of glow crystals. 

The evening was quiet. Gaz helped you set up, and ended up sitting near you for a little while. 

"Think you're gonna name the hyaenadon?" He asked, glancing at you. 

"Oh, probably." You smiled a little. "Dunno what yet." 

He nodded, relaxing next to you. "Think it'll be right around here?" 

"I hope so." You chuckled. "Or maybe it'll find us when we go to the green drop." 

He nodded and watched as Soap and Ghost came back in too, settling down for the night. 

"You should get some sleep," you murmured to him. He was close, you could touch him. You could. It wouldn't be weird. Your gaze settled on his hand, a nice, innocent spot. "Gonna be a long day." 

"Sleep well." Gaz hesitated another moment longer before he pushed up to his feet. You watched him go.

You should have touched his hand. 

Annoyed at yourself now, you retreated to your own bed for the night. You needed to take your own advice, especially if you were leading them off to the green drop. 

Huffing to yourself, you curled up on your side with your back to them. 

It took you a long time to sleep.

Gaz helped you with breakfast the next morning, standing a little closer than he needed to. But you didn't mind. 

And then Soap crowded in on your other side, and you eyed the both of them. This felt distinctly like pranks, or something. Mischief. 

But nobody got into trouble through breakfast. Thankfully. 

It didn't take long to get armored up again, and you grabbed another piece of meat for the hyaenadon. 

“We'll take Watermelon today,” you said, glancing around at them. “He'll be good help.” 

“How so?” Gaz asked, sidling closer to you. 

“These guys are good as watch towers. They're kinda paranoid, and they alert at any sign of danger.” You shrugged, walking over to the paddock. “Hey, Watermelon. Hi cutie boy.” You held out a hand, smiling as the parasaur plodded happily over to you. “Good boy,” you cooed. 

“Big dinosaur,” Soap muttered, shifting his weight. “Ye sure it'll help?”

“Saved my ass before,” you said with a shrug. “Okay, come on. Let's get going.” You whistled for Watermelon to follow. 

The walk up to the green drop was longer than you liked, and you were on alert the entire walk. So was Watermelon, ambling behind you all and looking around constantly. 

Watermelon bleated in alarm, and you halted, gun up, scanning for the threat. 

But the only thing to approach was the hyaenadon. 

“Okay,” you breathed. “Do not shoot my hyaenadon.” You glanced back at the men to make sure they were listening. Price nodded once, so you tucked your weapon away and approached the hyaenadon. Handing over the last piece of meat was easy, and the hyaenadon wagged as it ate. She licked her lips and then sat politely in front of you, jaws parted in a canine grin. 

“Good.” You patted her on the top of her head, ruffling her fur. “Okay, come with us.” You whistled and she trotted happily along with you as you rejoined the others. 

“Done?” Price asked, glancing down at the hyaenadon. 

“Yeah. She's all tamed now.” You breathed in deep. “Alright, let's get going again.” 

You took the lead again. A quick glance back showed Soap and Ghost both giving your newest tame a good berth. But Gaz looked curious. 

Eh. You'd deal with any questions later. 

You paused at the top of a rise, looking across the flat land towards the green drop. This was a potentially dangerous area. So far all looked quiet, and the pair of pachys roaming the flat area were a good sign. 

Hopefully all would stay quiet. 

“Alright. The drop is just up there.” You glanced back at them, a little surprised to see them all already watching you. “We’re going to approach slowly. If you see anything, speak up. I've seen raptors up here before.” 

They all nodded, and you took the lead to the drop. Watermelon looked around anxiously, but stayed quiet. Probably a good sign. 

You popped open the crate, peering inside. Some armor pieces that looked too big for you, ammunition, another assault rifle, two more canteens, and… a pair of boots. 

“Hell yes,” you hissed, picking up the boots immediately. They looked like they might be a little too big, but you had extra cloth you could shove into them. Good enough. 

Gaz helped you get everything into the saddle bags, grinning when he spotted your boots. “Finally, eh?” he murmured. 

“Finally,” you agreed with an easy grin. “Alright, let’s–”

Watermelon bleated, lifting his head and looking to one side. You turned, pistol in hand, scanning the tree line.

“Raptors,” you hissed, eyes narrowing, even as you stepped forward, all too aware of the men behind you. “Fuck I hate raptors.” 

“How many?” Price asked, closer than you expected. 

“At least three.” You tracked one pacing at the edge of the trees, dark green skin blending into its surroundings. “They’re fast, be careful.” 

The first one burst from the trees with a screech, two others flanking it. You aimed for the leader, jaw tight as you timed your shots. Blood bloomed against the dark green, bright and almost startling in the sunlight. 

The leader fell, jaws still open even in death. You huffed in satisfaction. 

One of the other two leapt over the leader’s body with a screech, claws extended towards you. 

And then fell just shy of you from a shot to the eye, bleeding sluggishly. 

Your breath escaped in an unsteady whoosh, hands trembling even as you reloaded your pistol. “Nice shot,” you managed, voice more or less even, gaze still fixed on the corpse. 

“You alright?” Gaz stepped up next to you, one hand hovering near your shoulder.

“Fine.” You forced your gaze to him, plastering on a smile, even if it felt wrong. “Not the first time raptors have ambushed a drop.” You did a quick visual inspection of him before looking at the others. “Everyone okay?”

“All fine,” Price said, glancing between you and Gaz. “No injuries.”

“Good.” One more deep breath and you shoved everything down. You didn’t have room to break, to panic, to cry. Not here. “Right, let’s head back, I don’t want to see if that noise attracted anything around us.” 

The walk back to base was quiet, with all of you on high alert. The hyaenadon trotted next to you, ears perked, listening to everything around you.

You were very, very grateful that nothing came for the group of you. You were even more relieved when you closed the gates behind everyone, once again safely in base. 

“Let’s get this lot unloaded,” you said, swallowing against sudden exhaustion. “And then figure out dinner.”

“You alright?” Gaz asked softly, standing next to you to unload the armor while you grabbed your new boots. “Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m fine,” you lied with a quick smile. “Nothing to worry about. Go on, head in with those, I’m going to get Watermelon settled.”

Gaz shot you one more worried look before he obeyed, falling into step next to Price. 

Your hands didn’t stop shaking, even as you took off Watermelon’s saddle and got him settled in the paddock with Bessie again. 

You stood outside for a few extra minutes, hidden from sight of the building, just breathing. You hadn’t lost anybody today. You hadn’t lost anybody today. 

You’d make sure you didn’t lose anybody tomorrow.

[faux-hawks]

I posted 988 times in 2022

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I tagged 185 of my posts in 2022

#dabi - 14 posts

#dabihawks - 7 posts

#bnha - 5 posts

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#5

IMPORTANT

Hawks but with a velociraptor quirk - or a velociraptor shifter, even:

He's already known to be a 'raptor bird', but uh oh mutant puberty gave him some extra things to work with, but he needs time tame his instincts.

Also works as Dragon quirk / dragon shifter AU

21 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#4

A short DabiHawks drabble.

"Do those hurt? They look like they do," Hawks prodded as they continued walking down the street, hands in pockets as Dabi glowered at any lowlife who came near them.

"You get used to them," He replied simply, touching one of the staples - he really couldn't register the pain any longer, which was probably bad, but he didn't have it in him to care.

"I have numbing stuff that works great if you want some," Hawks babbled, something about the Commission and being a priority.

"I don't know, does it work on your throat?"

"Why?"

"Because it must be sore from all the dick you've been sucking." He flicked the butt of his cigarette into a dumpster, letting it light on fire for a brief instant before extinguishing.

"Wanna find out?" Dabi startled as Hawks huskily asked, leaning over him very suddenly and making him feel small with the pair of wings that were now shielding him from vision.

"Uh-"

"Relax, I'm joking. I used to be one of those kinda agents, if you get my drift. Not my sorta thing."

"Good," Dabi snapped, face flushed furiously.

26 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Headcanon that Keigo has hyperesthesia:

He feels everything x10 the normal extent of everyone else, including why he feels his wings and feathers so much

Sounds are so loud to him that they can become painful

He has chronic pain due to how sensitive his nerves are to every little thing (i.e, digging his nails into his palm? It fucking HURTS, not even breaking the skin. You know how pimples are super painful? Multiply that by at least 5.)

This includes constantly feeling his lungs expand, heartbeat, the hair on his arms, legs, etc.

If he's anything like me, he also has cardiophobia, so he constantly has to distract himself (see, overworking 24/7)

Also has insomnia

Trouble eating because of focusing on his stomach too much and consequentially makes himself sick from worry

Experiences emotion stronger than most people

Lots of sensory overloads

Tends to hyperventilate / self regulate breathing a bit too much

Higher pain tolerance than the average person but only because everything hurts so much

Had to comb his skin to desensitize (Yes, a plastic comb on your arms and legs etc., I had to do this as well)

HATES scratchy materials, but also hates velvet because it's too soft

Am I self projecting now that I know what I have is hyperesthesia? Yes, but it makes SENSE, y'all!

27 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

Hawks' fatal flaw is one that shouldn't be considered a flaw in the first place -

He cares too much about the people he's fighting.

He didn't want to kill Twice, never did, but had a metaphorical leash on him the whole time with the HPSC breathing down his neck.

Now that they're gone, he's said he's free of his shackles. That Horikoshi claimed that he'd be seen as some kind of beacon of hope (don't have the source on hand).

But I worry he'll try to stomp down his emotions after Dabi pointed out that he slipped up because he felt bad for Twice.

30 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Props to Horikoshi to making the sluttiest, queerest rivalry ever and then making them absolutely ruin each other

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LMFAO AT THE #1 POST

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Definitely not a happy fox. “Good terms” here just meaning they’ve induced learned helplessness on the animal by manhandling it so much and not respecting its space. That’s an animal that’s shut down. I hope things worked out for him, but I have low hopes.

Reminds me of that awful video of the “lol funny owl faceplant” people keep sending me because they assume it’s cute since it’s coming from a vet. Nope, owl faces are mostly eyes and letting the bird drop onto hard stainless steel that hard is horribly dangerous and painful for the bird, and they put in a dowel perch for parrots that was way too small for the owl and even if it were a proper raptor perch the poor bird had foot bandages so thick it couldn’t have used it anyway.

There is a lot in he field of wildlife rehab that I take for granted and assume is common sense for people working with animals in a medical setting, but clinics used to just taking in tame companion animals really don’t have what wildlife needs even in an ICU setting once the patient is stable. We work with several veterinary specialists and they’re a wonder for surgeries and more intrusive procedures to that effect, but anything short of eye surgery or bone pinning is typically best left to the rehabbers.

Sorry for the rant but holy shit seriously I wish people would realize that most veterinarians ARE NOT wildlife rehabbers. I work at a vet clinic that specializes in cats and dogs, but people are constantly bringing in injured wild animals, especially birds. a few weeks ago we actually had an avian flu scare after someone brought in a sick pigeon that they found in the park. Luckily the animal ended up testing negative but seriously if you find a sick/injured WILD animal, don't just pick it up and bring it to a vet clinic. Your local veterinarian is probably not qualified to deal with wild animals and chances are neither are you! You're just putting us and yourself in danger! :(

Yep. I’ve had to fix botched wraps on wildlife from vets before because the staff had only worked on domestics and maybe a parrot or two so they didn’t know what was different between a canary patient and say an owl. And I’m very aware that even a vet tech can probably read a CBC faster than me and most have less trouble drawing the blood to begin with than I will because these are different skill sets. Can I do a gram stain? Technically, but I’m not going to compete at identifying a species of bacteria with an actual vet. Can a vet keep a wild animal alive? Maybe, but it’s going to be a lot more stressful on the staff and animal because they’ve only been trained to handle animals that are at least reasonably acclimated to humans.

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Ark Survival Evolved: No Engrams Challenge, day 22

Found three chalico saddles in quick succession. Thanks for nothing, Ark. Got a ton of biotoxin from multiple ramming face-first into jellyfish in the dark. Good armor and going away from the ride saved my hide even the time when sharks joined.

Bred sarcos. Got freezing effect whenever I tried going to cold part of north, so figured may as well go home the long way and try for more low tier engrams I haven't found so far. Of course it didn't happen.

Pulmonos bred when I wasn't there, baby girl still alive, another F0, this one with her daddy's pretty colors. Hatched sarco egg, got a male with all stats sans speed of his mom. Nice!

Tamed a seagull for fun and maybe later otter tame. Wasted way too many tranqs missing it.

Put a bronto female to sleep with a scorpion, of course it fainted halfway up the cliff. Tamed it and a pair of bothersome raptors that didn't want to leave me alone. Brought them home.

Killed first two theris I found instead of knocking them out, forgot how much these bozos need tranq drips and the third one woke up. Spent the night reorganising the base, now brontos carry my supplies, structures and gear; diplos out of job. Have no idea how can I get a 1.5 high room, since ceilings don't attach to upper ramp end.

Found a min level male tickle chicken, knocked it out and tamed it. Killed a slightly higher level male, went almost to snow before I found a female, also a min level. Ran out of tranqs three-quarters of a torpor in since tried to get an in-rock tapejara and it didn't pan out, so used my trusty almost-F0 female pulmono. Used biotoxin this time to keep it under, and it was less of a pain to manage. Waited a whole day for it to tame. Bronto eggs would've been useful, but my females don't wanna lay so far. Maybe if I get them a mate?

On way home knocked out and left to tame a mid-level carno.

Bred theris and sarcos, and got females. Both have mutation in food, but I'll let that slide.

All the excess dinos will serve as an xp boost for the heir of croc line, in the best Ark tradition of morally questionable levelling practices. Except one, which will make a sacrifice to Ark gods of RNG. I really could use ankylo and argy saddles; saw a real high level unicorn when returning with crocs, and getting metal by hand is hardly fun.