#triceratops mask

[albino-parakeet]

Listen, I don’t know much about Death Stranding. I haven’t finished it, even though I’ve had the game for 2 years now, and am still (not counting the gold mask lion BT) blind for basically all of it. (I love the game, just don’t have time) So I could be wrong and this is in the story or something.

I just think it’s interesting that Kojima didn’t some how involve the several extinction events in Earth’s history in his game about the dead interacting with the living. Like I know the whole “once there was an explosion” intro, but other than that, maybe a document, and some like flavor text from one(?) delivery, they’re not mentioned.

Like Kojima, The Great Dying is sitting right there, you can still use the whole ocean/beach concept since ~90% of the marine species at the time died. The Kpg extinction also (the most famous one). I don’t know if the “a bang which gave rise to life as we know it” part of the intro is referring to the ending of the Cretaceous or is about the beginning of life from single cell to multicellular.

Can you imagine the beach littered with the corpses of present and ancient marine species. All equal in Death, despite the millions of years gaps, they all lived on the same Earth as you and I. Flesh and bone. Mortal.

What if those BTs that chase you down if you get caught were like a Shonisaurus, maybe one of the smaller species of Mosasaur there were, or hell a carnivorous theropod from the Cretaceous or something instead. It just seems fitting in my head and a missed opportunity tbh. But I’m not Kojima so who knows if it actually fits to what he’s going for.

#death stranding #not Sky related #i’m just rambling #I haven’t slept obviously #This thought has been in my head since I drew the Gold mask lion/triceratops #I’m hoping I’m like somehow wrong and it is brought up #And no one’s mentioned it because they’re not as brainrotted about dinosaurs and extinct species as I am #Me #The person who draws dinosaurs in any media They love #Someone tell me I’m wrong #I don’t care if it’s a spoiler at this point #I need to know

[anoukmaes]

Jurassic park

#dinosaurus #art #papersculpture #recycle #anoukmaes #triceratops #mask #carboard #diy

[raventroll80]

I had a dream about the smelliest pigeon ever.

I was riding a wyvern when we found this type of pigeon (fictional dream pigeon) that digs its nest in a deep hole and lays two batches of eggs. The first batch she lets (and I quote the dream version of David Attenborough) rot and ferment so that the smell will ward off predators, so the second batch can be safe.

I would like to mention that in the dream this method actually worked on both me and the wyvern because I remember smelling the most god awful smell that made both of us start gagging. Thankfully my sense of smell was soon revoked.

#the goblin speaks #weird ass dreams #also we (the wyvern and I) killed some sort of otter thing and got a feather otter mask #also the dream took place on the ark server I play on #and there was a lava triceratops

[minasnorma]

Hi!

I haven't posted here in forever, social media in general has been real bad for my mental health lately. But I miss sharing the stuff I make! I don't have new drawings to show for now, but here, have my Halloween costume! I made it with cardboard, tape, electrical wire and plaster strips, and I think it's neat.

#my art stuff #crafts #handmade mask #Triceratops #dinosaur #selfie kind of

[fuzzbuttfursuits]

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#fuzzbuttfursuits #fursuit #fursuit maker #furry #furry fandom #fursuit head #fursuit head base #triceratops fursuit #dinosaur fursuit #dino mask #kemono fursuit #fuzzybuttfursuits

[artemisbarnowl]

Other fun tattoo related stories that happened today

- my artist showed me pictures of her two cats they were very handsome and fluffy

-she also told me the funniest story about a client wanting her to design a tattoo FILLED with symbolism and layers and meaning which she shared with the artist and also asked her to only listen to landslide by Fleetwood Mac while she was drawing so the vibes would be in the tattoo (I laughed so hard the artist had to stop tattooing me can you IMAGINE)

-went out to lunch after, table next to us featured two young women who had also just gotten the back of their left wrists tattooed (mine was the best though, I saw a silhouette of a beach and a palm tree on one and thick black butterflies on the other). What are the odds?

#theirs were also wrapped in gladwrap and masking tape while mine is in that fancy new flim sticker stuff that just stays on by itself #meant for burns and stuff #anyway im going to see a triceratops tonight what a good good day

[shorthaltsjester]

god i have so much i could say about tlovm s2 so far but all my brain is providing is rot about scanlan and vex and oh boy i am. so very intrigued by the space that the show is giving their dynamic because it’s certainly one that I think is essential to their character arcs in campaign one but i also know that isn’t an opinion that is always held by campaign one enjoyers. but god between their hostile but caring dynamic in s1 and the foiling that is happening between the twins and scanlan and his lack of someone who evidently cares for him (post dragon splitting up, when the twins reunite scanlan has a witty comment about how he’s also glad he’s alive and then in ep3 after vax stops vex from trekking across the lake to find the tomb because it might not be safe, no one stops scanlan from doing the same when he volunteers seconds later) i am so, So happy that my favourite mask wearing, comedy wielding, self hating members of vox machina are being presented as the power duo that they are.

and just god. their relationship in the campaign was so small and so big at the same time and i love that it seems to be the same in the show even though it Easily and Understandably could’ve been something they cut because of the massive editing they have to do. just . god. they are so important to me and what was his mothers name and they went into the feywild to deal with her daddy issues and he helped her figure out a magic broom and she wore the stupid hat he had made for her and he minor imaged her skin green and he was a triceratops down the aisle and she isn’t perfect but she’s the most perfect of all of them and in his absence she said that their leader wasn’t with them and he turned her into a dragon and she flew him around a library and he made a wish for her and she told grog to stop carrying him like a football and he relentlessly bullied her bear and she wrote him a limerick to make fun of him almost sleeping with his daughter and he gave her 30 gold for a book and she saw a stranger with a shorter shadow and a familiar moniker and they’re best friends and they’re enemies and they’re family and they mean the world to me

#vex’ahlia #scanlan shorthalt #tlovm #tlovm season 2 #critical role #cr1 #vox machina #laura bailey #sam riegel #cr spoilers #scanlan & vex #vex #vex’ahlia de rolo #cr meta #kind of #tlovm meta

[redstringraven]

i'd mentioned wanting to remove the whole "whited out eye" aspect on the turtles when their masks are on AND with the triceratons in general, so here's some experimenting with the latter!

i did a bit of poking around and found the designers for the OG jurassic park movie modeled rexie's eyes off eagle eyes (same for the sick triceratops). funnily enough: eagle and owl eyes have a very similar color range to triceraton skin (pale yellows, rich oranges and browns, and sharp reds).

for traximus and zanramon i did some loose screen-shot redraws, so i was less distracted with posing and more focused on eyes/coloring. similar with nyxram, but her redraws are from the endure comic. also removed her tattoo since i haven't redesigned it just yet. might change her iris color a smidge, too, but we'll see.

i'm quite happy with this first go! there's a bit of learning to do with the iris/pupil ratio and overall eye-shape, but i'm having fun.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt oc #tmnt traximus #tmnt zanramon #triceratons #;hannah draws #;hannah doodles #;tmnt #;traximus #;zanramon #;tmnt oc: nyxram #[ traximus's are my fav but i'm also severely biased JKLFDJKS altho i do like the second zanramon one too ] #[ groz said he looked like a startled lizard and i just jklf hk sdksg ]

[supercap2319]

Dick had seen some crazy shit in his time as Batman's sidekick and as Nightwing, but what he saw tonight; he couldn't prepare himself for it. He was out on patrol. All the other Titans were moving on with their lives, but Dick was still Nightwing. He still had a mission to protect people. And tonight was no exception as he saw a sight that was weird, even by his standards.

He saw a bunch of thugs pretending they were badasses, up against someone who was dressed very differently. He knew superheroes dressed in colorful costumes, but this person definitely took the cake. He'll, he took the whole fucking bakery. He was dressed in a bright blue costume with black and gray. He wore a dinosaur shaped helmet that resembled a triceratops.

The thugs unloaded their guns on him and for a moment, Dick was worried that someone who tried to play the hero, got shot dead. But apparently his suit must have been bulletproof because he charged them without a care as his sword glowed blue like a lightsaber and cut all their weapons in half. They stood shocked at what he just did.

Dick heard his voice, an amusement in it. "Well, fellas, what's it gonna be? Turn yourselves in? Or do we continue this dance?" The thugs, of course, chose to fight. The person, who was clearly a male underneath that visor, made quick work of them. Dick was impressed. A fellow martial artist. He jumped down from the rooftop he was perched on as he walked towards the mysterious hero, his batons at the ready in case this guy decided to start something.

The helmet of the dinosaur turned towards him. "Who are you supposed to be? The Masked Rider? One of the Beetleborgs? Or are you working for Void King?"

Nightwing frowned at that. He's never heard of those things before. Especially not this... 'Void King.' He took a cautious step towards him. "The name's Nightwing. And you're trespassing in my city." He didn't want to sound like Bruce. So mean and cold, but something about this guy made him feel uneasy. He just finished saving the world from Brother Blood. He didn't want another war on his hands, especially since he was the only one left.

"No need for hostility, Nightwing. I'm just protecting the innocent like the Power Rangers should." The guy said.

"Power Rangers? Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I think it does..." Dick trails off as he brings out his Escrima Sticks, charged with electricity. "Put your weapon down. Now!"

This Power Ranger character raised his sword as it glowed blue for a moment. "Tell Void King that I'm never going to let him or Void Queen take over my home. The earth belongs to the Rangers and the people who live here." He pointed his sword at Dick.

Dick smiles. "Finally, some excitement."

Dick and the Power Ranger charged each other as they traded attacks of their weapons back and forth.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #crossover fic #power rangers #power rangers dino fury #male reader power ranger #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson #brenton thwaites x male reader #brenton thwaites #nightwing x male reader #nightwing #titans #dc titans #cw Titans

[albino-parakeet]

Death Stranding but the Gold Mask Lion is a Triceratops instead

#death stranding #dinosaur #triceratops #i personally haven’t gotten to this part in the game #I just know about it and think a triceratops would be cooler #Anyways if the media I like doesn’t have dinosaurs #I will put dinosaurs in it #traditional art #Im mainly a sky art blog but I will post art of other games every once in a while #my art #you know the rules and so do i

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

He’s a work in progress still but I wanted to share the first pass of his completed look so badly X)

I’ve had Sir Meteor in progress since August 2023, if you want to see the progress it will be under the read more!

Sir Meteor’s story starts with my fist kirby OC I made, Terra Knight! I won’t talk about him too much except that I knew from early on he had a older brother. TK originally has a skull mask in his very early concepts, but then I learned Axe Knight existed, and they looked too similar. I shelved the concept for a while until I had more ideas.

In August 2023, I started to sketch out allosaurus skulls because I had wanted to revisit the concept and thought maybe I would redesign Terra Knight to have a dinosaur skull mask. It did not happen, but that planted the seed.

In November, I had been struck with inspiration and started doodling. The name is very important to the lore of my OCs and is very deliberate, so once I figured out the name for Sir Meteor, a lot of elements fell into place instantly!!

This is the first time I gave Meteor colors, and I also put him next to his siblings so they would look cohesive. Me mentioning how he doesn’t even have shoes yet is foreshadowing.

In the following day, I sketched him more to get a feeling for his design!!

The most notable thing about this is probably 1.) here I cemented the twin-tail cape because it looks like the tail of a comet and 2.) since it looked like a comet, I wanted the pauldron to include a star somehow

Also fun fact!!! The shape of his horns is directly inspired by Triceratops horns!!

Which led to the designing of his pauldrons later in November!

I ended up combining elements of the first and third design because together they would look like shooting stars!

This is also when I decided on giving him the four pointed star blushing! Around this time I posted a sketch of Meta Knight with star blushes and I wanted to include more fun blush shapes. Also the four pointed star is a subtle Galacta Knight reference! Sir Meteor is genuinely old, prehistoric even, and he comes from that time period, and I wanted the star shapes to reflect that

After this I was stuck. I was extremely stuck and could not figure out how to design his shoes. Since everything else was so themed, it had to mean the shoes had to match as well. I wanted to keep the prehistoric/star themes, going strong. I tried a few times to give him plain armor but it did not look correct at all!

I took a few months to think about it. Another important thing is that whatever shoe I drew had to look good and cohesive with AND without his skull mask. It was hard to balance but yesterday (21 February) I began to cook.

On the sketch page, you can see how the thought process evolved from the top of the page downwards. You can see the “haha drawing smiles with sharp teeth- oh wait a minute hold on” happen in real time.

On the page on the right, is when I finally designed his shoes!!! THE EVIL IS DEFEATED!!!!

This character is so heavily themed and I thought about it so much. So. Much. If anyone actually read this breakdown you deserve a gold star thank you for listening to my insane, several month long thought process. I’m so proud of him for a reason. Now I need to finalize the colors and stuff but for now enjoy!

#my art #snappy’s art tag #snappy’s WIP tag #kirby #kirby oc #kirby oc: sir meteor #THIS ISNT EVEN HIS BACKSTORY #AND YET THERE IS SO MUCH DETAIL

[fishsfailureson]

"What is to come"

(image id is both in the alt text and below the read more- I put it under one because it's incredibly long)

And so there we have it, the 200+ followers artpiece that I have been working on for several days, if I had to guess I'd say it took 25 or so hours over eleven days. Honestly it's so surreal to me that I'm here with over 200 followers (260 as of typing this- yes, I procrastinated on this), especially when I only hit 100 followers in February. It's genuinely really nice to know that people are actually interested in my art (before anyone brings up spam bots- I know there are a few of them amongst my followers but I've checked most of them and I am 100% confident that over 200 of them are real). I don't really have much else to say really- I'm just grateful to have the support. Thanks y'all :).

[Image id: a large, lineless digital drawing of several dinosaurs. It is nighttime. At the bottom of the piece, a lone Eoraptor lunensis is walking across the floodplains- both the ground and the Eoraptor are just silhouettes, the early dinosaur has been given protofeathers. The full moon is shining, it's size is exaggerated for artistic affect. Behind the moon, the heads of sixteen different dinosaurs can be seen (listed left to right, bottom to top) Row 1- Thecodontosaurus antiquus (small sauropodomorph with light brown protofeathers, near-white undersides, straight stripes that are moderately darker than the base colour and vibrant green eyes), Coelophysis bauri (small early theropod with a long and narrow skull, its protofeathers are golden and black. A soft orange stripe runs across the back of its head, it has warm brown eyes. Row 2- Plateosaurus trossingensis (long-necked sauropodomorph, it has reddish-brown scales, light undersides, triangular stripes running down it's spine that get bigger the further down they get and pale yellow eyes), Heterodontosaurus tuckii (small ornithopod with a hooked grey beak. It has spiky green feathers, a lighter chest and a darker stripe running along its head and back, there are three small spots on its face, two behind the eye and one infront of it, it's eyes are bright yellow). Row 3- Megalosaurus bucklandii (medium-sized theropod with warm brown feathers, lighter undersides, dark spots and bright yellow eyes, there are several scars on its face), Brachiosaurus altithorax (greenish-grey true sauropod with lighter undersides, a dark pink patch on its throat, dark desaturated brown eyes and a few small scars on its neck), Archaeopteryx (early toothed bird with a black head, white neck and bright yellow eyes). Row 4- Hylaeosaurus armatus (pale brown ankylosaur with lighter undersides and vibrant green eyes), Velociraptor mongoliensis (dromaeosaur with light brown feathers, a lighter chest, a black stripe near its eye and light green eyes), Sinosauropteryx prima (small compsognathid theropod with ginger protofeathers, an off white mask and undersides and pale yellow eyes), Iguanodon bernissartensis (large greenish-grey ornithopod with a slightly darker back, pale undersides, a grey beak, and yellow eyes). Row 5- Matuku otagoense (heron with medium grey feathers and a small crest. A red stripe runs from just behind its nostrils to about a third of the way down its neck. Its undersides are white, its beak is grey and its eyes are brown), Triceratops prorsus (three-horned ceratopsian with grey-brown scales, lighter undersides, two triangular stripes between it's brow and nasal horns, reddish-orange diamond-like stripes on its frill, a hooked grey beak and golden eyes. Its brow horns curve forward at the base. Row 6- North Island brown kiwi (plump brown bird with a long pale beak, whiskers and black eyes, its nostrils are at the tip of its bill, and unlike the other dinosaurs in the sky part of its body below the neck is visible), male house sparrow (small redish-brown and grey bird with a black bib below it's bill), it has brown eyes and a dark grey bill. Row 7- rock dove (grey bird with iridescent green feathers scattered across its neck, a dark grey beak, and warm brown eyes). end id]

#art #my art #digital art #paleoart #dinosaurs #birds #eoraptor #thecodontosaurus #coelophysis #plateosaurus #megalosaurus #brachiosaurus #archaeopteryx #hylaeosaurus #velociraptor #sinosauropteryx #iguanodon #matuku #triceratops #north island brown kiwi #house sparrow #rock dove

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear || Chapter 2

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3K

TW: swearing, violence, hangover, injury, fainting (more like getting knocked out but ok), implied trauma, vomiting, medical inaccuracies (maybe maybe not), concussion (+ adjoining symptoms)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

A/n so far i have four chapters planned out for this series so i hope you guys like it lol

The next morning when you woke you were grateful for nat making sure you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself. Your splitting headache subsided slightly with the pain medicine and still in your pjs you slipped on your fluffy triceratops slippers and shuffled out into the kitchen. Wanda’s breath caught in her throat when she saw you. You were so cute with your bed head and pj’s with the cutest slippers she had ever seen.

“Ahh theres the party animal.” Tony said slapping you on the back.

“Too loud.” You groaned “need coffee.” After nudging tony away nat pressed a warm mug of coffee into your hands.

“Im not sure how how you like it but its better than nothing.”

You took a sip humming at the taste as your shoulder slumped in satisfaction. “Perfect nat thank you.” You said shuffling over to the table and sitting next to Wanda.

“It’s Clint’s morning to cook so we’re having pancakes. I hope thats ok.” Nat said sitting on your other side.

“Sounds perfect.” You grinned.

“You obviously don’t know Clint very well then.” Nat teased and laughed when she felt a burnt pancake hit her in the back of the head thanks to Clint.

“Shuddup” he huffed and went back to cooking pancakes.

About half an hour later the team was sat munching on the pancakes Wanda had cooked after Clint nearly set the tea towel on fire trying to fan the pancakes which were also on fire.

“Damn these are really good thanks Clint.” You teased and Wanda rolled her eyes zapping you with a small flick of red magic. You burst out laughing and nearly choked on the pancakes but nat started smacking your back hard enough that you stopped. She handed you some water and you shot her a grateful look as you took small sips.

You were about to make another comment when Jarvis piped up.

“Ms Maximoff, Ms Romanoff and Ms L/n director fury is requesting your presence in the meeting room.” Jarvis said and you groaned in sync with Wanda as nat stood up.

“Duty calls.” Nat winked and dragged you and Wanda out of the kitchen.

It was a simple mission really. Nothing you hadn’t done before with tony before … well … before everything. So far nobody had seemed to question your ability to fight like a pro or the way you naturally seemed to have all the experience to match some of the older team members like Natasha or Steve even. But they had just assumed tony had trained you or more likely paid someone else to train you. They could not have been more wrong. But you preferred it that way.

You threw a few things in a bag before stripping down and changing into your new suit tony had designed. By spinning your ring on your left pointer finger left then right then left again the suit appeared starting at your finger tips and then melded over the rest of your body. It was red and black. Kind of like peters suit but the mask was a skull mask. You weren’t ready for the world to know who you were and you had valid reasons for it. Throwing a few knives onto your belt and a gun on your waist you stepped onto the jet a few minutes before Wanda. Wanda did a double take at your outfit. She had to admit you looked pretty badass. Black combat boots, your mask, your suit and an old tactical jacket with the logo ripped off the sleeve and chest made you look awesome.

As you stepped off the jet you walked up to Wanda deciding to take a chance and get some adrenaline running. You whispered in here ear your lips almost touching her neck. “I love the outfit, but I’d love it more on the floor of my room later tonight.” With that you went on your tiptoes and kissed her cheek. Wanda flushed, the two of you had been flirting for a while but nothing so outright as of yet. Until now. Wanda couldn’t wait until the mission was over. Carefully she tried to retrain her mind trying to focus on the mission.

The mission was going well, good even. Nat had taken the floor above and Wanda the floor below. You were in the middle. Te hydra base was nearly empty on a skeleton crew. Things were going too well and you knew your luck would run out soon. Rounding the corner and walking down a long hallway you stopped and pressed against the wall hearing voices in the room beyond the door.

“Nat” you whispered into the earpiece. “I’ve got company.”

“Ok I’m coming, Wanda meet me at y/n’s location. Do not engage until we get there.”

Your luck however had finally run out as the door opened and the men saw you.

“Shit” you swore and pulled out your gun. Dodging the bullets and taking out the guards was second nature although you were a bit rusty. Once most of the men had fallen or run you entered the room cautiously. When suddenly a guard appeared from nowhere and punched you in the face. Your mask cracked and fell to the floor. Your cheek bled from where it had cut you. Quickly you took the man down. After taking a minute to breathe you heard a slow clap. Your body stilled, swivelling on your heals you pulled you gun on the man and froze. It was him. The man who had haunted every night terror you had since you escaped. Your blood ran cold. Ice stilled in your veins and you were afraid your heart would stop beating. Hell it felt like it had. Your breathing stuttered and you didn’t register Wanda and Natasha arriving still frozen in place.

“Guards.” The man said and before any of you could react a burly man threw you into the wall. Your head collided with a sickening crack and you fell slumped on the floor, back still against the wall, out cold. “Y/N!” Nat yelled and ran over to you while Wanda jumped into action and fought off the two men who escaped.

Nat held you close to her in her lap and check you over. She knew you would have a nasty concussion and a hell of a headache when you woke up. But what concerned her most was that you froze. She had never seen you so afraid before. And it puzzled her why this seemingly random hydra scientist had such an impact on you.

“Wanda can you cover us?” Nat said into coms “we need to get her out of here she’s out cold.” Nat said and Wanda agreed.

Careful not to jostle your head nat scooped you up and carried you bridal style in her arms out the room. Carefully she jogged slowly making sure the action wasn’t moving your head too much until you could be properly assessed by Bruce back at the compound. Wanda stayed close behind making sure to cover the three of you and taking out any of the guards along the way. Nat had actually just gotten what they came for moments before you ran into trouble so at least the mission was a success in some senses.

When the three of you finally reached the jet Wanda carefully took you from Nat’s arms who gave a tight nod before going to pilot the jet. She would be back once they were up in the sky and she could put Jarvis in control.

Wanda laid you down on the floor with your head in her lap. The jet didn’t really have anywhere else for you to lie down so the floor was the best option. She carefully stroked the hair from your eyes and inspected the cut on your cheek. It wasn’t deep but it was bleeding. Reaching for the first aid kit without standing up she used her magic to bring it over. Carefully she cleaned the cut with some anti sceptic before putting on a plaster to keep it clean. And because you wouldn’t know any better she pressed a small kiss to the bandaid and stared lovingly down at you. Sure she was worried you hadn’t woken up yet but you looked so peaceful lying there. Carefully she checked your pulse and was glad to feel it strong adjacent her finger tips. She hummed and went back to running her hands through your hair. She paused momentarily as your eyes fluttered but stayed shut. Carefully you opened them winced and then closed them again.

“Don’t stop” you murmured and Wanda smiled softly before running her hands through your locks again. “‘S too bright” you mumbled and used your arm to cover your face. Wanda carefully pulled your arm away.

“No none of that. You need to be carefully y/n/n you probably have a nasty concussion and we need to get you to Bruce before you start touching your head.” She said and pulled you closer to her front as you were now fully curled up in her lap. Tears pricked your eyes as the headache hit you in full swing.

“Aww bubs come here.” She said hating to see you in pain. she pulled you closer again and you hummed into her stomach as she still was carefully stabilising your head. Wanda giggled slightly at the vibrations on her skin and hummed in content. Soon after Natasha returned and sat beside Wanda.

“You two look comfy.” She smiled.

“Shhh too loud.” You whimpered and both girls hearts broke for you. Nat hadn’t been speaking loud at all you simply had one of the worst headaches you had ever felt in your life. You buried your face into Wanda’s stomach again and missed the concerned looks the girls exchanged before looking back at you. They smiled slightly at the soft snores they heard coming from you a few moments later.

“Should we wake her up?” Wanda asked concerned

“No she probably needs all the rest she can get its a long flight home anyway. Also here take this you never know if she’ll need it.” Nat said handing Wanda a plastic sick bag.

“She might be sick?” Wanda asked raising a brow and badly hiding her concern. Nat simply shrugged.

“It can happen with bad concussions so its better to be ready than be covered in it.” She said masking her own worry better than Wanda could.

You slept for a few hours before you felt the plane start to descend. Without opening your eyes you felt yourself being lifted from the floor and the warm tingling of Wanda’s magic surround your head as she carried you inside keeping your head stable with her magic. You turned you face into her chest and she chuckled slightly.

“You sure are cuddly aren’t you.” She said smiling softly and you simply gave a sleepy hum of agreement.

“Come on cuddle bunny lets get you to Bruce baby girl” she said mind running back to the way you had kissed her on the jet before the mission. She wanted more but knew you needed help first. She would ask you to be her girlfriend later your head was more important right now anyways.

Nat’s silent footsteps followed Wanda as the three of you headed towards the med bay, nat had alerted Bruce already that you were coming. They were almost in the clear, nat still had the sick-bag in her hand as you stepping into the lift. However your stomach and head did not like the jolt as the lift began to move and nat noticed your face pale as the nausea peaked.

“Y/n/n? Are you ok?” She said carefully. You shook your head as a spike of pain hit and a slight green tinge took your skin.

“Gimme that.” Wanda said urgently as she used her magic to put the sick bag under your chin. Because she didn’t have any hands free nat quickly went to help Wanda. Guiding the sickbag to your chin and holding it there with her nimble fingers. A second later you threw up into the plastic sick bag and sobbed slightly as it made the pain in your head worse.

“Shhh shh shh” Wanda shushed whispering encouragement and sweet nothings in your ear as you heaved again. Nat frowned at you feeling bad you were sick and she couldn’t help. Nat held the hair from your face as you finished and went limp in Wanda’s arms. Body no longer tense as you stopped throwing up. Nat brushed the hair from your face and e your eyes fluttered they knew you were awake ad hadn’t passed out again, you were simply exhausted.

“Are you done y/n/n? Not got any more?” Nat said carefully

You weakly hummed a no snuggling further into Wanda’s chest. Nat took the bag away deciding to believe you. She wasn’t grossed out she and Wanda had seen much worse. She tied off the bag and as the lift opened the two of them stepped out, you still in Wanda’s arms as nat went to find Bruce and discard of the bag.

Wanda went to set you down on the bed, freezing when you began to whine as she was concerned she had hurt you.

“Y/n?” She said sounding alarmed, if you were sick again she didn’t have anything else to give you. “Whats wrong sweetheart?” She asked carefully.

“Stay” you said in a small voice as you tugged the collar of her shirt. She was pleasantly surprised and sat on the medical bed with you laid on-top of her. A moment later nat and Bruce arrive and nat raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything but Wanda’s cheeks heat regardless. Bruce hurries to your side gently positioning you so he could see your face and he began to feel the back of your head. After hearing you were thrown into a wall he wanted to first check the site to make sure there was no bleeding.

Satisfied there was just a large bump he laid you against Wanda again. Wanda hummed and noticed nat was holding another sick bag, she raised a brow at her and nat mouthed ‘just in case’. Wanda nodded and drew circles on your back and Bruce shone a light in your eyes to check the pupils reaction. After a few more tests and a scan, Bruce determined that you had a bad concussion which made nat scoff as she predicted it from the start.

He said you were free to go back to your room but to stay away from screens, bright lights, loud sounds and to rest for a bit. He then turned to nat and Wanda and told them they would need to monitor you just in case due to the severity of the concussion. Bruce said that if you got worse or they grew concerned to check in with him and if needed bring you back to a reevaluation. He rattled off a short but concerning list of possible symptoms to expect but reiterated concussions were different case by case. He handed nat a couple more sick bags before discharging you with some pain medicine. Wanda sighed as she realised you still weren’t going to let go. She stood with you in her arms still. Its not that she didn’t want to spend time with you but she did simply want a shower. This time the lift didn’t seem to set you off but nat was ready regardless. As Wanda walked into the room you were glad you had put your drawings of her and nat away before you left. Your sketchbook was on the bedside table along with your pencil-case of essential supplies. You clung to Wanda who sat on your bed.

“You take a shower I’ll take the first shift.” Nat said peeling you out of Wanda’s arms and taking her place on the bed.

You nuzzled into her still only half understanding what was going on.

“Thank you i wont be long.” Wanda said shooting nat a grateful look as she headed for the door.

“Take as long as you need we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.” She said jabbing a thumb at you while you began to snore softly in her arms. Wanda held back her desire to coo at your cute form, instead she settled for a shower and slipped out the door.

You barely remember nat feeding you the pain medicine but you do remember it tasted like burnt cardboard and paint. As an artsiest you had eaten your fair share of paint, accidentally of course. Painting before lunch and then it getting in your food. Only small amounts though nothing harmful.

Wanda returned a while later and swapped spots with nat who carefully handed you to her and by some small miracle you stayed asleep. Wanda prayed you would stay that way until nat returned from her shower, she knew how to care for people and despite being experienced she felt out of her depth with you, she didn’t want to make a mistake and hurt you in anyway. But she knew she wouldn’t.

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[eruden-writes]

The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 13 (Yautja x Human)

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 (coming soon)

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CHAPTER CW: Very thick sexual tension. Visceral arousal.

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears, @boogeysmoth

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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Fighting dread and mortification, Rayelle at least remained quiet as Tai’dqei piloted. It wasn’t like she had a choice. The ship was moving and she was already strapped into the only available seat. Which consequently had Tai’dqei as a backrest. She tried not to think about it, but prickles coasted over her skin and she resorted to watching the holo-screen to distract herself.

As they began moving out of the station, the array of different directions on the holo-screen shifted. It made her stomach lurch. A large variety of spaceships - probably with classifications like freight and cargo and passenger - slid over the screen. Most were docked, kept in place by metal arms. A few hovered in mid-air, either coming or leaving the station. Rayelle couldn’t even begin to imagine what mechanisms and science kept them afloat.

Tai’dqei felt tense and awkward behind her. She glanced up at him, finding his focus completely on his controls. Without his attention on her, she took a moment to let her eyes trail over his face. It was the closest she’d been to it since the first night, she thought.

The sandy yellows of his face faded to a darker burnt orangey-red at the outermost parts. Those outer parts, up along the ridged head - a little similar to a triceratop’s flare, Rayelle thought - looked hard. Especially the spiny horn structures. Her attention drew down to his mandibles, usually folded against the sides of his maw, but memories of them unfolding, the skin between them stretching, as he roared fluttered through her head. They moved subtly as he focused on piloting and, faintly, she wondered if it was the same as mouthing or muttering with humans.

She was a little unsettled to realize the sight of him didn’t disgust her or make uncertainty prickle through her. He’d become familiar. And she wasn’t sure if she liked that.

He could feel her eyes on him, distracting a small part of his brain as he monitored their escape. Up until that point, he’d been going through the motions, running on auto-pilot as he eased the ship from the port. It was doubtful Zav would do anything in-port, especially in the docking area. Too many combustible things. Too many bystanders. Say what he could about Zav, the Florizian at least kept things clean. If savage.

Once they were out in open space, a few clicks away from the space station, Tai’dqei caught the masked movement on his screens.

“Brace yourself.” Taid’dqei’s sudden words jolted Rayelle from her observation of him. Her eyes swung back to the holo-screen. Her stomach lurched as various directions of space splayed out before her, split and moving in different directions. It took her a breath to realize they were all different angles from around the ship.

Tai’dqei hissed, suddenly jerking the steering to the left. Rayelle squeaked, her stomach dropping as the whole ship tilted and lurched to the side. A booming sound thundered to her right and she could only imagine what sort of weapon it had been. Or if maybe another spaceship had tried ramming into them.

To make her motion sickness even worse, they continued moving erratically. Her stomach swayed, feeling like she was on a roller coaster that never ended. They were already being followed by Zav’s cronies, if Tai’dqei’s curses and insulting snarls were correct. She wasn’t sure how he could tell. There only seemed to be empty expanses of darkness and space, perhaps peppered with the odd asteroid or bystander ship going in the opposite direction.

Finally, she realized there was a radar, blipping quietly on the console itself. Presuming the middle was their ship, there were three other dots following behind them in an upside-down ‘v’ formation. When she looked back on the screen, trying to determine where they showed up, a chill soaked through her.

Whatever their ships were made of, whether mirrored material or perhaps some semi-cloaking panels, they melded with the darkness of space. It was only when Tai’dqei made the ship tilt a certain way, when a certain hit of light or some strange shadow, Rayelle could partially spot the ships. Between mounting horror and the rocking of the world around her, she had to wrench her eyes shut.

She sat stiffly between Tai’dqei’s legs, enveloped by his limbs and feeling the subtle shift of muscles as he controlled the ship. Occasionally, he’d jerk suddenly, yanking levers or struggling to make the steering take a harder turn. Her lungs tightened around what little breaths she took, feeding off the tension he radiated. Around her, metal shuddered and creaked - occasionally something would ping off the metal - and her body was tossed roughly shifted around in the straps and against Tai’dqei’s solid form. He did not move, though.

As if feeling Tai’dqei’s flexing muscles wasn’t embarrassing enough, the rumble of his growls added a vibrato against her back. Rayelle swallowed, half-wondering if the heat consuming her - fighting against the sick chill of horror - was thanks to her own mortification or Tai’dqei’s body. And it all was heightened thanks to the adrenaline suffusing the situation.

It didn’t escape her that Tai’dqei’s snarls of frustration slowly became goading, delightful rumbles as he got better vantages and control of the field. She risked cracking her eyes open, finding other ships on the screen falling back or exploding from a disastrous run-in with a floating asteroid. “Yeah, that’s right, fuckers. Your little shit ships can’t maneuver through this.”

Needing a distraction, something else to fill her head other than observations that made her ignorance of the world around her even more apparent, Rayelle slid back into something comfortable. With accusation thick on her tongue, she scoffed, “You seem like you’re enjoying this.”

She didn’t even consider how ill-thought distracting him could end.

“The rush of victory over opponents can be intoxicating,” he returned, easily splitting his attention between the woman in his lap and the remaining ship. The other two had been easy to lose, with one slamming into an asteroid and the other falling back, only to be taken out by one of Tai’dqei’s rear-weapons. Though, he had the suspicion that Zav had sent the less-experienced as means of testing his skills. Or maybe to cull his own ranks, before sending in the harder hitters.

“Oh, yeah, victory.” Rayelle gave a sarcastic laugh, pressing back against him. Part of her had been completely aware of this, while the other part of her had adamantly ignored it. But the growing firm heat of his erection pressed into her, up along the lower part of her spine.

Her movement derailed his thoughts concerning Zav. He grunted in return to her words, a roil of searing tingles shooting through him. Subtly, he shifted to gain whatever tiny amount of distance he could, lest his hips returned her taunt. It didn’t matter, though. Rayelle could still feel the heat radiating from his excitement.

A chime cut through the scalding air between the two of them and Tai’dqei gave an abrupt curse. Suddenly, his focus returned to his controls and the ship lurched suddenly. Rayelle tensed, her hands braced against his thighs, fingernails digging into his skin. Tai’dqei jerked a control stick and flipped switches, but she had no clue what would do what.

On the split holoscreen before them, the pursuing ship kept pace as Tai’dqei navigated wildly around asteroids and through clouds of space dust. While the enemy ship was in one of those clouds, Tai’dqei’s palm slammed on a button. Rayelle’s eyes widened, seeing a laser blast toward the ship and a burst of something akin to electricity crawled over its exterior. The enemy’s ship’s power flickered, before it fell dead dark in space.

Effectively incapacitating the ship, the yautja gave a series of triumphant deep-chested croaking clicks. The sounds quavered along her spine, forcing her thighs to clench tight as a whimper caught in her throat. Tingles spread out along her back, hot and like claws on her skin. Something in Tai’dqei seemed to go still at her reaction. Like he was suddenly careful about everything he did, including breathing.

It would be more accurate to say Tai’dqei was trying not to inhale too deeply. Her scent, he realized, was beginning to change. Turning heady and tart, demanding his attention. Coupled with the whimper she had made, desire roiled at his core.

Suddenly, they both were very aware of every place they touched. Her hands on his thighs, her fingers finding their way between the netting to dig her nails directly into fleshy muscle. His chest to her back, the additional heat of his arousal pressed against her rear and lower back. The back of her head, pressed to his chest, the thump of his heart close to her ear. How her body shifted, moved against him, with every little breath.

“Ar-are we safe now?” Rayelle wanted to bite her own tongue off for stuttering. But she had more pressing matters than punishing herself. “Can I move?”

It took Tai’dqei a moment to respond. He had to connect thoughts through the warm carnality inflaming his brain while also maintaining control of the ship and keeping an eye out for other enemies. As enticing as it was to have her in this position, sense knew it was wrong to keep her there without good reason. But they were being pursued. Even if he had managed to shake them off for now.

“You should stay put,” he finally said, after determining he wasn’t caving into his own temptation.

Rayelle responded quickly, with a tone that was equal parts frustrated and curious, “Why?”

“If you’re not strapped down, you could get badly injured.” He didn’t like the idea of Rayelle trying to scramble back to him or ride out a fight elsewhere on the ship. She’d be flung around, without the proper safety. No matter how it annoyed her, he wasn’t willing to put her in danger for her comfort.

“Uh-huh.” She pursed her lips, knowing he was right. But this particular situation was absurd! Being stuck in between his legs because there were no other working safety belts? She made her assessment known, scoffing a little as she shifted against him. “Has nothing to do with the fact my ass is warming your cock, huh?”

Her movement sent another warm lightning strike through his body.

“Careful,” he warned, his growl at once cautionary and playful. The satisfaction of triumphing over three opponents, mid-space, hadn’t left Tai’dqei. Confidence thrummed through him, making it hard to stay somber with Rayelle. Especially since the burn of her eyes still lingered on his skin.

She craned her neck, looking up at him. He didn’t shift his gaze to her, but her lips curled into a wry smile as she challenged him, “Or what? Shove me out an airlock after going through all this?”

It was meant as a joke. An acknowledgment that he had, indeed, done a lot. To the point she didn’t believe he’d let it go to waste.

But those words did drag his gaze to her face. He appeared to glare down at her, probably not finding her joke funny. A small bead of worry bled through Rayelle. Maybe she had just given him an idea he hadn’t considered. Tai’dqei probably would rather shove her out an airlock, be done with her, than running around the universe trying to help her.

Tai’dqei was struggling against a different sort of temptation, though. Her scent had sunk its claws into him, making temptation scrape along his nerves. Deciding Rayelle would react best to a straightforward answer, he growled out, “I might use you as an actual cock warmer.”

A hot, sparking sensation slammed through Rayelle. Her fingers inadvertently tightened on his thighs. For a second, she found it very hard to breathe, struggling to not imagine the scenario while fighting against a growing curiosity about what it’d be like. “You wouldn’t.”

“I might,” Tai’dqei answered honestly, feeling bold when Rayelle didn’t outright reject him. Her reaction was more of a declaration of what hewouldn’t do. And he certainly would use her as a cockwarmer, if she allowed it. The thought, the image of it, made his hands tighten on the controls. “The scent of your own arousal is testingme.”

Instantly, Rayelle gaped up at him, her eyes wide and round and her face bleeding into a darker pink-tinge. “I’m not aroused!”

“Aren’t you?” He couldn’t help himself. Her little squawk of embarrassment had cracked his resolve to be good. Besides, Tai’dqei was curious to confirm what it had been that had started the flame in Rayelle. Once more, clicks vibrated through his chest. Curious, testing, taunting.

Prickles exploded down Rayelle’s spine and she shivered. Heat spiked inside her lower stomach and, once more, her thighs clenched tight. She squirmed in her spot, breathing hitched. “Stop that!”

He gave a chuffing sort of chuckle. It was only her demand that he stop that convinced Tai’dqei to turn his attention back to the screens and controls. Though it certainly took steely concentration to draw his focus away from her.

Rayelle’s face burned with embarrassment and confusion. She didn’t want to think about how her body reacted to him. It was one thing when she thought he was going to take her against her will. A body can react in protective ways not consistent with conscious wants. But he wasn’t threatening her now.

Still, he noticed her reaction enough to tease her with it. A dual realization hit her. She had been obvious enough to be caught, but he’d been paying enough attention during a space fight to notice. Rayelle slammed a mental shutter down against a wave of curious heat and flutters.

Absolutely fucking not.

He had tried to force himself on her that first night. He did apologize and explain his error, though, and took culpability for his actions. But he had collared her! Restrained her freedom! But when she ran, he found her and fought off a swarm of others. Tai’dqei wasn’t even angry with her afterward. Just… exasperated.

Something in her stomach flipped, realizing this line of thought was not helping. Rayelle turned her focus on another issue that struck her. The one she should have thought of earlier.

She stared at the holoscreen before her, eyebrows furrowed as only space and stars and far off planets peppered the screen. “So those ships were after me?”

Tai’dqei, though already silent, stilled. He had been forcing himself to pilot the ship, to not think of her. Now, a new slew of thoughts flooded his brain. Connected to Rayelle, but not quite drenched in the same hormones as earlier.

It was strange, Rayelle realized, that she was starting to understand his body language. Well, perhaps not strange. But that sort of intimacy was learned from time spent together and, honestly, it was a little unwelcome, everything considered.

“Do you know why all those aliens are after me?” She pushed, her tone even and intent. Surprising herself, she didn’t even sound stressed. Just exasperated and resigned. “I didn’t ask earlier, because… well, emotions were weird. But do you?”

He tensed, realizing how awkward his earlier teasings and mild flirtation were going to look now. “I was hoping to not tell you why, in case you returned to your time.”

Although there was another reason for his omission of information, other than anachronistic. More selfishly, he didn’t want Rayelle to see him like the others. Like those who kept her captive and chased her for their own wants and needs.

Rayelle made a face, annoyed with the prospect of being kept ignorant but curious as to what this issue was. She craned her neck, glaring up at Tai’dqei.

Feeling her irritated gaze on him, his shoulders slumped, relenting. “Humans have double helixes in their DNA, correct?”

“Yes.” She had no clue what this had to do with non-human species chasing her down, but she decided to humor Tai’dqei. It wasn’t like she was that learned in biology or genetics beyond a high school level.

“Many alien species have three helices, which means humans are…” Tai’dqei groped for a word that wouldn’t set Rayelle off. “Compatible with far more species than the average.”

His tact was only met with a disgusted snort from Rayelle. Of course that’s what it boiled down to, she thought bitterly. Sex and breedability. Ugh. “More sex-crazed assholes, but this time with a breeding fetish. Got it.”

“There’s many races who have a hard time procreating or have been hit with tragedies, decimating their populations,” Tai’dqei said, his words a little chiding. There we’re many reasons beyond ‘sex crazed’ for non-Earthlings to seek out humans. Some reasons were understandable, in theory, though acted on in dishonorable ways. “Humans, by comparison, do not have a hard time reproducing and, due to lacking one DNA strand, the children often are more non-human than human.”

Curious, she thought. The resonance of sympathy echoed through Tai’dqei’s words, as if he understood the plight. She gave a contemplative hum, her thoughts turning toward yautja and what little she knew or surmised from her interactions with Tai’dqei and Ah’ke. Which, admittedly, wasn’t a lot.

Catching on her hum, he tilted his head toward her. “What?”

After a furtive glance up at him from the corner of her eye, Rayelle decided to satisfy a sudden curiosity. “Do yautja have a hard time having children?”

Her question caught him off-guard, making his hands slip on the controls and causing the ship to shudder. Hurriedly, he corrected the mistake and gruffly said, “We’re getting off-topic.”

“Right, right.” She didn’t notice his flub as she considered her situation. “Whatever Zav is, do they have a hard time having children?”

“Yes. Florizians have suffered recent genetic illnesses and their populations have suffered. But it is not just Zav who is after you.” Tai’dqei covered his reaction to her earlier question by leaning into being informative. “There are races that have suffered like the Florizians and those that just generally have a hard time reproducing. Not to mention just those who prefer humans as sexual partners for one reason or another.”

The last category tended to be quite a lot, if he was being truthful. For whatever reason, humans seemed highly adaptable in many fields. Including the reproductive acceptance of non-human anatomy and genes. Though Tai’dqei doubted Rayelle was going to ask for further details.

“Oh.” Her attention flickered to the screen again, mulling over what he’d told her as she watched little pinpricks of light and swirling far-off galaxies pass by.

That would explain the multitudes that had chased her. If Zav had been their boss, it was more likely he would have known about her sooner. So what had Butterfly’s intentions been? Selling her to the highest bidder? Would she have become a babymaker for some hapless species? Of course, there were probably other reasons Tai’dqei wasn’t revealing. An involuntary shudder coasted down Rayelle’s spine at the thought.

Her soft response and the way a tremble shot down Rayelle’s back vindicated Tai’dqei. Unable to keep the nettling tone from his voice, he asked, “See why I wanted you to stay on the ship, now?”

Tai’dqei’s tone only sufficed in reigniting her agitation. Rayelle craned her neck again, glaring up at him. “If you explained this to me-”

“I said I was trying to keep you safe, didn’t I?” Tai’dqei interrupted her, with a flash of annoyance. It’d be nice if she could just admit he’d been trying to help. This whole ordeal had been a balancing act, considering what to tell her when taking into account her home time, her emotional stability, and more. After the chaos of the day, he was running on empty, as far as patience.

The aggravation was infectious. Rayelle mirrored his tone with her own, “Well, sorry if I had a hard time believing that, Mr. Gets-Turned-On-From-Violence.”

“You really want to talk about arousal?” Tai’dqei’s challenging question melted quickly into a clicking growl, resonating from his chest.

Rayelle gasped, sitting straighter though the action pushed her body against his. Each click was like a nail toying down her spine while the growl warbled through her lower stomach, sending heat along her limbs. Her fingers splayed out, feeling the heat of his thigh under her palms, before curling again, dragging along the netting.

It was his smug chuff of a chuckle that piqued Rayelle’s defiance. He was taunting her, knowing how he affected her. But, knowing how Tai’dqei struggled against instinct around her, two could play that game.

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[springfallendeer]

Predawn 001

Just a silly little thing I wrote, featuring a lesser-used AU of mine ("Predawn", aka, space dinosaur AU). Briefly features @pulsarsatellite's Aberrant, who I adore.

Written largely in the style of a nature documentary.

The sun shines brightly in the morning sky, breathing the first breaths of life into the icy landscape.

Spring has only just made its return following a particularly harsh and unforgiving winter. While it has finally started to get warmer, winter has given the landscape one last cold front with its dying breath.

The freshly fallen snow brilliantly glitters as the light dances across it. By midday, it will be gone and the fresh spring grass will emerge. But for now, the snow is here. Cold, crisp, and white.

It masks the smell of nearby predators, while easily giving away the location of the local herbivore herds.

Centrosaurus. These three ton Pre-Dawn ceratopsians are relatives of the Dre-Dawn Triceratops, after which this family alien of dinosaurs is named. They are easily distinguished from others of their family tree by the look of their bony frill.

The outer edge of the crest is lined with many small horns, which wear down from vigorous use as the animal ages. Four larger, but still relatively small, hooked horns grow around the apex of the arch. One set rests on the edge of the crest, whereas the other can be found beneath them. These horns line up with the eye, and curve inward towards it; with the innermost set curling so far downwards that they can sometimes go on to pierce the frill itself. On the males, there exists an extra set of horns that grow just above each eye. These additional horns are used for combat; particularly to puncture or gouge out the eyes of their opponents.

The herd has gathered here in search of food. They use the long horn on the end of their noses to disrupt the hardened sheet of snow. Once the ice it broken, they then bow their heads further to then scrape the remaining snow away using the bony protrusions on the sides of their frills.

When the snow is removed, slumbering blades of grass can be found underneath. This is exactly what the herd is after. They go about their business seemingly without care, as if blissfully unaware of how their every move gives away their location.

Every action of the grazers disrupts the dense ice. With each footstep there comes an audible crackle as the frozen layer cracks and gives way beneath their immense weight. Likewise, the ground crunches as the hungry creatures scrape the ice away in search of tender foliage.

Just one of these bulky herbivores would create a ruckus with its early morning foraging. But a whole herd, numbering nearly a hundred, creates a chorus.

That chorus in turn acts as a sirens song. The sound is completely irresistible to any predators who might be looking for a meal.

Unfortunately for the herd, there are multiple predators in the area; and due to the harsh circumstances of the previous winter, not one of them is willing to pass up the opportunity to obtain a meal.

A trio of Pre-Dawn Albertosaurus; likely a family. This species is a smaller relative of the planets Tyrannosaur. Both of which drastically differ from their extinct Earth counterparts, despite their many similarities.

These alien theropods are currently blanketed in a thick layer of downy winter feathers. These feathers primarily exist to insulate the animal in order to fend off the bitter chill of winter; but thanks to their largely white coloration, they also double as camouflage.

This last blanket of snow has given them the perfect opportunity to make one last cold-weather hunt, before the changing of the seasons sends them into an awkward transition to their summer colors. This will likely be the last time that camouflage is fully on their side for the next few weeks. They cannot allow this opportunity to slip away from them.

The carnivorous beasts move silently, in comparison to the noise created by the herbivore herd. Their camouflage makes them near indistinguishable from the surrounding snow, when standing still. To make use of this, the predators move at a snails pace while hunting in the snow. At least right up until the last possible moment.

Thanks to the cold air and the lack of a morning breeze, their scent goes unnoticed by the oblivious herd.

The same cannot be said about the Albertosaurs, whose nasal ridges are still engorged by stores of seasonal fat. These fat stores will disappear over the course of the next few weeks as the air is warmed up by spring. When this happens, the familiar pronounced brow-ridge of the Albertosaurus will return. But for now, their nasal ridge remains pronounced. Which means they will serve their intended purpose; which is to heat the frozen air as the theropod breathes.

Warm air carries scents better. It also stings the lungs less during times of strenuous activity, such as hunting. This is but another adaptation unique to the Albertosaurus of Pre-Dawn.

The scent of the nearby Centrosaurs appears to be mouthwatering. The Albertosaur family; particularly their young daughter; cannot help but drool at the prospect of a future meal.

The youngster shows great control by remaining alongside her parents as they creep towards their intended prey. Likely because she has learned throughout the winter that there are consequences to breaking formation early. Her sunken ribs and the sunken ribs of her family can be spotted even through their dense layer of down. This establishes that the lesson has likely been learned the hard way throughout the cold season.

She is doing well to learn from her mistakes. She might not be able to survive if she costs her family another meal.

By a stroke of sheer luck, the family manages to creep up just behind the Centrosaurus at the very back of the herd. The old doe is so engrossed in her foraging behavior that she still has not taken notice of the trio of predators that have come up from behind.

Her larger size and her prominent frill have put her at a disadvantage. Ceratopsians have a limited range of rear-facing vision at the best of times thanks to their prominent frills and their stocky bodies. They largely rely upon scent and sound in order to take notice of a predator before it can attack.

Thanks to the snow and the high activity of her herd-mates, she cannot see, smell, or even hear the Albertosaurs as they creep up from behind her. Not until the flailing of her head as she scrapes away the snow allows the predators to come within the range of her periphery.

Her reaction time is on point. She lets out a shrill alarm call to get the herd moving and charges forward the instant that she takes notice of the predators.

But unfortunately for her, the Albertosaur family is far too close and her herd does not disperse fast enough. She doesn’t have the room to go forward, and she barely has the room to turn and fight. She’s barely gotten herself sideways by the time the predators charge forward to sink their teeth into her hide.

Against one of these malnourished Albertosaurs, she might have had a fighting chance to get away once caught. She would have escaped with painful wounds, and she might have developed an infection, but she would have escaped. But against a trio of Albertosaurs, capable of biting her from multiple angles at once? She never stood a chance. The instant that that first bite was landed, her fate was sealed.

The youngster and her mother sink their teeth into rump of their captured prey to prevent it from escaping as the startled herd flees. Their grasp also prevents the struggling Centrosaurus from being able to charge as the male steps in to land the most important blow.

With his prey restrained and unable to charge him, the male steps around to lock his jaws around the back of the herbivores neck. With his head tucked safely away behind that elaborate frill and his jaws locked, he is relatively safe from harm.

The dramatic head flailing of the Centrosaurus might jostle him a bit, and the edge of the crest itself might slam into the side of his chest, but he will otherwise be fine. It is the horns and the powerful maw of the Centrosaurus that he needs to be the most wary of, and so long as he is behind that crest, neither of those dangers can do him any harm. His job is to hold the Centrosaur down while his mate and offspring tear into its hindquarters.

The herbivore will fight up until its dying breath. The trio must wear it out quickly before they can feed. Keeping it locked in place while they rip it open will be the most effective way to bring it into shock.

It is now a battle of endurance where the predators try to wear down the prey’s stamina before their prey can overwhelm them and break free.

The old doe is nearly as heavy as the three of them combined. She pushes forward with her legs, slowly dragging the male as he struggles to keep his jaws locked around her neck. All the while the female Albertosaurs tear into her hindquarters with sharp teeth and hooked claws.

Splotches of disturbed snow become stained with the Centrosaur’s blood as she fights valiantly to free herself. The combined heat of her blood, the three Albertosaurs, and the morning sun all work together to quickly thaw the snow where they stand.

As a result, the ground beneath them quickly grows soft and unreasonably slippery. Icy mud is kicked up as the four dinosaurs struggle through their fight. The predators in particular struggle to maintain their balance in such slippery terrain, and so the flailing of the frantic herbivore does eventually work as intended.

The old doe breaks free! A valiant effort on her part, but this success comes far too late. Heavily wounded and steadily bleeding out from her many brutal injuries, she stands no chance at walking away from this confrontation with her life. The Albertosaurs give her a wide berth as she turns to confront them, rightly wary of the harm that she could do to them with her massive nasal horn.

But despite their wariness, they do not allow her time to rest. They encircle her exhausted frame and take turns creeping him to nip at her haunches, slowly wearing her out further. All three are eager to begin their meal. They need only wait for the shock to set in and for her to succumb to her exhaustion.

Thankfully, it does not take long. The old doe inevitably collapses from exhaustion after being harassed by the predators for a while longer. Once her back end loses the ability to stand, the Albertosaurs close in to begin their meal. All of them equally exhausted, but no doubt relieved at having secured themselves this bounty of fresh meat.

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“Good job on the editing.” Aberrant hums as he finishes observing what is hopefully the final draft of their most recent documentary.

“Great job capturing all of those shots. I can’t believe how much footage you gave me to work with.” Ayala replies.

“Particularly with that fight! You could see the Albertosaur digging his teeth into the back of that Centrosaur’s neck! That was an unbelievable shot.” She adds, giving her fingers a few satisfactory pops as she does. This is her usual way of signaling that she is now done with her work for the day. All that remains now is to send this most recent draft to the higher ups in order for it to be approved for public broadcasting. Hopefully no further edits will be requested.

“Oh yeah. I had to get real up close and personal to get all that footage~ I nearly got eaten.” The animatronic responds in turn, naturally making a joke. All of the footage had been captured via remotely controlled drones, all of which were under his control. At no point was his personal safety ever at risk. Though they did admittedly lose a couple of poorly placed drones when the herd charged and while the predators were fighting to bring down their prey. But such were the risks of the nature crew.

“Did you now~?” The woman chuckles, amusement obvious in her voice as she addresses the machine.

“I suppose I’ll have to give you a lookover, then. Can’t have you keeling over on me in the middle of gathering footage.” She muses, reaching up and playfully putting her hand over the animatronic’s face to jostle it as she speaks. She then lets out a little squeak and a giggle as Aberrant responds to her antics by sticking his tongue out and licking her palm.

“Make sure to be thorough~” He chuckles in turn, grabbing the woman’s arm before she can fully retract it. He then places an affectionate kiss on her knuckles while maintaining eye contact, just to be sweet.

“Then you’d best get to the bed and get ready~” Ayala hums, smiling up at the animatronic. She then rises onto her toes to meet him in a kiss as he leans down. He then ruffles her hair before scampering off; likely to the bedroom. She’ll meet him there once she’s turned in their work for the day. After which point, who can say what they’ll actually get up too.

Probably something silly, knowing Aberrant. Something silly that will somehow still lead to him getting in her pants, after he’s nearly made her faint from laughter. Either way, she’s looking forward to it. Their little games are just another part of what makes this job so exciting.

#Predawn #Predawn AU #001

[istherewifiinhell]

polling the destrons. bugs? yay or nay

[ID: Transformers Victory [89 anime] screenshots of various destrons reacting to or discussing insects.

1. Kakuryu, the yellow dinoforce member leaning close to gaze into a tank with the insects. He says "I love insects!"

2. A toonish depiction of him in triceratops mod, frockling in a field with a net as bugs fly over head. He's narrating "I caught a lot of insects on Planet Dammar!"

3. Close on Goryu, the Boss of the dinoforce. He's jumped up and clinging to Drillhorn, the rhino themed brestforce member. Goryu looks nervous over his shoulder. Drillhorn doesn't look that put out, rather he's looks up to Goryu, curious and asks "You don't like bugs?"

4. Hellbat, the blue bat themed brestforce member, looks delighted and points to himself with both hands saying "And the one who caught them and bred them in the bioroom was me!" Leozark, teal and lion themed, behind him look angry at him.

5. Goryu with an apprehensive expression, sweating, one clawed hand out infront of him. Kakuryu peaks out behind him, pointing to himself to volunteer. His expression has been draw to look very excited, despite his mask and visor leaving little face to work with.

6. Kakuryu opening a box, his hands on the lid large in frame. Still looking happy he says "Little insects, I'll let you out now! C'mon!" END]

and it cant be a set with goryu and kakuryu with out the

[ID: Toonish dispiction of Goryu looming over Kakuryu, enraged, with his spiked club in hand. Kakuryu cowers and says "I'm sorry!" END]

Bonked for bug crimes or smth i forgor

#some shit #its not called cisformers #AND THIS IS WHY VICTORY STAYS WINNING. so so so characterful and delightful to just. stupid interavillian interaction. ADORABLE #its always like oh visor and mask mechs are the cool guys. the sound 🌊 effect [-> trying to not summon his girlies] #kakuryu is just the sweetest little guy #NOW. these bugs WERE. metal eating bugs. #ehem. they did crawl inside a guy. little treat for me. dont worry about it. #staring at drillhorn and goryu... Interesting.