#dinosaur king irritator | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

zzthekaiju · 29 days

Text

Best of the Reptiles in Media - 01 - Godzilla (Monsterverse)

I figure that while I'm using this blog, I might as well post my ramblings on a subject dear to my heart: That being the representation of reptiles as characters in media. And not just villainous or vile ones like we're so used to. I'm talking about ones that inspire me. The ones that are legitimately compelling to me. And these posts are an excuse to espouse why.

Plus, it's just fun. You can thank the likes of @tyrantisterror and @bogleech for inspiring me to do these.

So who better to start with than with the lizard who's been an inspiration to me for almost my entire life. That being the one known as Gojira. AKA...Godzilla.

This is the one character in these posts who probably needs no introduction. Ever since his debut in 1954, the walking embodiment of the horrors of nuclear war, among other things, has been nothing less than an icon. This is the beast people think about when they hear "giant monster" or "kaiju". This is truly the King of the Monsters.

My introduction to Godzilla was a children's book called "Godzilla on Monster Island". It was a fun read full of neat monsters living together and teaming up to stop an evil plan. And it left me wanting more. I wanted more stories of these fantastic yet friendly beasts being friends and living together while having fun adventures. Little me was a bit disappointed to find that Godzilla spent more time fighting his fellow kaiju and trashing cities instead.

The truth, as I would find out, was that Godzilla is never just one thing. He is a fun defender of the Earth. He's the terrifying consequences of our tampering with both nature and science. And in recent memory, he's been a lot of other things. But most of the time, he's either hero or mankind's hubris on two legs. To me, he was a giant dinosaur that could fire thermonuclear breath, and that was all that mattered. It was after hearing about the historical significance of him that my respect doubled.

Back then, I would tell you that my favorite Godzilla from a design standpoint was the 2002 version. Personality wise, almost every Showa appearance post-1964.

But in 2014, everything changed. In came a Goji that seemed to have everything I could ask for. So, we're going to look at the one that resonates with me the most. The Monsterverse version.

That right there is perhaps one of the most awe-inspiring entrances I've ever seen in a cinema.

Before the release of Godzilla (2014), the franchise had entered something of a slump period. The last film was all the way back in 2004, and sadly, the kaiju genre was still something of a niche thing growing up. Here in America, you either liked superheroes or real-life celebrities as a kid. If you liked monsters, let alone giant monsters, you were one of the weird kids. That, or one of the kids who never lost their passion for dinosaurs. But those were rare.

Then Gareth Edwards unleashed this film, and while one could argue that Pacific Rim (2013) got the ball rolling, THIS ultimately resurrected the entire franchise of the Big G, and got him a degree of general respect from most film-goers (so long as you ignore the irritating internet drama regarding screen-time back then).

But let's get to the meat of this post. Why is this Godzilla so much better to me than the rest? A few things, really.

First off, there's Godzilla's role in the Monsterverse's narrative. For the most part, he is a guardian of the natural order, a means of bringing balance to imbalance. He is a metaphor for how nature is capable of righting itself, and how we either have to deal with it, or live with the consequences. In practice, Godzilla ends up going up against almost every monster, most of which are only a threat because we awakened them/created them. Yet despite this, he doesn't go out of his way to destroy us. He's not mindlessly destructive or particularly vengeful either. He knows we're a part of the world too. We just tend to grate a bit more on his nerves because of how much we screw up. If there's one thing this series isn't afraid to show, it's that...well, "the arrogance of man is thinking nature is within our control, and not the other way around."

Design-wise, this is one of the best Godzilla's around. He's bulky, has a killer stare, and there's something oddly endearing about how...well, meaty he is. He's like if my aforementioned previous favorite design, the 2002 one, put on both a lot of muscle and weight. It also ties into his fighting style, said to have been inspired particularly by bears. Even the sounds associated with him are amazing. From that hype-inducing charge of his thermonuclear breath to what might be the best rendition of the classic roar.

Then there is the body language. This Godzilla's usual gait is slow, almost plodding at times. He shows clear signs of exhaustion in some scenes. What he goes through is hard, and his job is even harder, but he still does it. It really helps sell his personality most of the time.

Part of why I like the Monsterverse so much is that, for the most part, the kaiju are treated as characters in their own right (that's not to say they weren't in previous iterations, far from it, but it's a bit more pronounced here than most of the post-Showa stuff). Sure, some films in this verse are better about it than others (more on that later...), but I like how you can glean what Godzilla is thinking of just by looking at his eyes. Of particular note is how they widen in "Godzilla: King of the Monsters" when Ghidorah gains the upper hand during the final battle, his absolute sneer of anger in the first movie when the male MUTO approaches him, or...this.

This scene. This one right here encapsulates so much of what I love about this iteration. Where Godzilla, dazed and thoroughly battered by both the fight with the MUTOS and having a building fall right on him, locks eyes with a tiny little soldier. You see a sense of tiredness, of pain, of acknowledgement, and maybe even a little wonder. This is not just some mindless beast fighting for its turf. It's a thinking being. And he's hurt. The most powerful creature on the planet isn't invincible, neither on the outside and definitely not on the inside.

And you know what? I've been there. There are times where I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world, that there are things too heavy to bear, and its suffocating. Godzilla constantly shows throughout the Monsterverse that his job as a living balancing act is wearing on him. He gets put through so. Much. Crap. From getting buildings dropped on him to being personally dropped from a distance above the clouds to watching his symbiotic partner/mate die, it's almost unfair how we're expected to not really sympathize with him as much as...I'll get to that later.

But he never gives up. Despite all the pain and fatigue, he gets back up, and he fights. And he fights. And he continues until the deed is done. Someone has to rise to the occasion, and it might as well be him. If not him, then who?

That is the biggest reason I resonate with this Godzilla. His awe-inspiring design is one thing, but he gave me the strength to persevere. I don't give up, because he never did. Never before had the Big G been such a hero to me. Such that in 2014 I found myself silently sobbing to myself when it seemed like he was dead near the end even though that was clearly not the case. It's hardly a surprise that I based my personal Godzilla AU on him, albeit with the more sympathetic traits dialed up. Stuff like this made G14 and KOTM some of my favorite kaiju flicks...

...which made it more than a little disappointing when Wingard took the helm and basically said "screw that, this is about the monke now!" Yeah, GvK is the weakest entry in the series for me for a reason. Godzilla's more redeeming qualities are buried under a narrative that clearly is not interested in giving him the time of day or even the benefit of a doubt. Both it and it's successor, GxK, are Kong movies through and through, and that means poor Big G is put out of focus.

I cannot tell you how much I HATE this idea that the only way a monster can be relatable is if it either looks almost just like us or is really cute. Yes, I understand the universal appeal, but they had such a good thing going for Godzilla! And they throw almost all of it away just so that they can make Kong look better by comparison.

Credit where it's due, these issues are slightly improved in GxK. It's not only firmly established that Godzilla is an overall benefit to the world for keeping the other Titans in check, but we get some interesting bits with him like how he instantly responds and prepares to answer the call of the Iwi and help them. It shows that despite his tenuous relationship with humans, there are ones he clearly gives a lot of thought to. And there's also how he makes the Roman Coliseum his own personal bed. Not only is it kind of hilariously adorable, but if you remember how in KOTM he had his own man-made temple, you get the impression that he has a bit of homesickness. That's the kind of thing I like to see! More of that and less "he's only ever angry and he only ever fights, character is for primates only".

Also, while the Evolved design has nice details, I WANT THAT GUT BACK! it just looks weird otherwise with that disproportionately skinny waist.

But thankfully, our prayers might be answered:

With GxK's roaring success (ha!), it's more than likely that the next Monsterverse entry will finally give Godzilla an overdue character arc that doesn't begin and end with "destroy everyone and act big and scary and nothing else". Just please make sure that he doesn't have to die to get that. There are plenty of ways you can make us invest in the guy's story without having to kill him. I WANT to see more of that emotional vulnerability teased across the movies. I want to see him come to terms with how he's been going about his job. And more importantly...I want to see a more explicit Mothzilla scene. A nuzzle and everything. But that's just me.

Whatever the quality of his current status, nothing is taking away how much I love this version of Godzilla. He's taken me out of some very dark places, and for that, I say long live the king.

Also, he brought Mothzilla into the public sphere and every Mothzilla pic made since is the cutest thing ever, so I just love him even more.

#best of the reptiles in media #ramblings #godzilla #gojira #monsterverse #godzilla 2014 #g14 #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla vs kong #godzilla x kong: the new empire

63 notes · View notes

girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

Text

tuesday again 5/23/2023

six sentences or less bc that's the kind of week it is

listening

straighten up and fly right from the nat king cole songbook, covered by sammy davis junior. i have a lot of fondness for the nat king cole songbook bc my grandmother had a lot of fondness for it, and this one was very comfortably in our (contralto) ranges. really burrowing into the comforting familiar as we enter the Cross Country Move Hellzone (tm). spotify

youtube

reading

lot of documentation for work bc i am trying to build a google sheet + calendar for our grants and reports such that when someone adds OR EDITS a row in the grant/report tracker it creates a new google calendar event OR UPDATES existing events. i may have to give up on that second half.

in non-work stuff, it is hysterical how many hackers brian krebs (infosec reporter/journalist/researcher) is able to interview. like when this guy was asked "yo is this your code targeting a specific mastodon server with a crypto scam" the response was

Clicking the “open chat in Telegram” button on Zipper’s Lolzteam profile page launched a Telegram instant message chat window where the user Quotpw responded almost immediately. Asked if they were aware their domain was being used to manage a spam botnet that was pelting Mastodon instances with crypto scam spam, Quotpw confirmed the spam was powered by their software.

“It was made for a limited circle of people,” Quotpw said, noting that they recently released the bot software as open source on GitHub.

we live in the stupidest possible cyberpunk future.

watching

i don't know jack about shit about cars and i don't know what the fuck jennings motorsports on youtube is talking about 80% of the time but a friendly guy with a calm voice talking through how he's going to get some cars in the worst shape you've ever seen up and running again? yes good thanks, i've blown through his entire backlog in the last week in my second monitor while i've cleaned data. this man is essentially rebuilding this rare limited edition shiny holographic car from half a frame and a panel LOOK how fucked this thing is.

youtube

love the Will It Run? videos bc the answer is almost always yes AND SOMETIMES HE EVEN DRIVES THEM DOWN HIS DRIVEWAY AND BACK even if the cars are barely holding themselves together. the horse souls in these machines can be coaxed back into resurrection with the proper burnt offerings and application of liquefied dinosaur

playing

the charm of Powerwash Simulator is somewhat dampened by its extremely buggy achievements bc i KNOW i could get all 40 so fuckin easy if they just WORKED. i didn't get the "main campaign completed!" achievement despite spending nearly forty hours 100%ing every job, so i think the rarity of the achievements is somewhat inaccurate, bc it's more like, did you happen to play through that level at a time when the achievement was working? despite all that, it has been incredibly effective at damping generalized moving anxiety and it's a tremendous catch-up-on-podcasts game. it's hysterical to me this was published by square enix bc this style of simulator game is usually published by Playway or a Playway company, a shadowy network of about a hundred small polish studios, many of which went public and had IPOs in order to hand over a controlling interest of the company to Playway. long history of annoying business practices such as remaking more popular games with the serial numbers filed off and making demos to gauge interest and THEN only making about one full game for every twenty demos, which is very irritating for players. not this one tho, it's in fucking brighton in the uk, no relation!

making

this is going to be cleaning and move prep for the next six weeks. i deep cleaned (even mopped!) my kitchen and bathroom last weekend bc it uh. really needed it, and that's the most exciting thing i did. no progress on cleaning the flip clock radio bc i do not currently have the patience to sit down with qtips and get in all the little grooves.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

24 notes · View notes

werspinna · 10 months

Text

Your Muse as a child Interview !

Did they believe in Santa?: Wolf does not belive in Santa because the Santa folklore does not exist yet in the time she is living in. She however does even as an adult believe in the Twelfth Night as a time to stay indoors, hang Evergreens on your doors to ward of bad spirits and keep young children inside and protected so they are not stolen by the little Folk. Its also a time to make many predictions for the coming year and Wolf usually parties very hard in that time. She had thrown so many applepeels over her back to predict the first letter of her future love their name is by now ASDFGHJKLOOOOLK. However, obviously the twelfth night are scary for children and a lot of fun for adults and as Wolf is nearing her 30thies she is seeing it more as a time to just let off steam.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: Wolf was and still is a Tree kid. Wolfs father Wolfgang was originally from Haitabu and the son of a Varangian Guard (Ulfa Frekisdottir, Wolfs universe Karven the Hunter), so he grew up in a melting pot of early christianity and still very dominant paganism. Wolfgang had (still has) a Trollbag with bones in which runes were carved in and when he needed to make a decision, he would throw the runes and lay himself a celtic cross to asist in his decision. He did that for Henning and Wolfgund, because the children were curious about what he was doing. Wolfgang teached Wolf about the Tree Horoscope and what wood should be used for what usage (yew tree for the bow and arrows because the yew tree is the rune for I and death and bow in the elder futhark and marking the spot where the arrow is set on the bow is always also the Eiwaz rune so when a arrow is shot it means “I send death to you”.) when he would take the children along on hunts. Till today Wolf knows the elder Futhark and can give another person the exact meaning of the trees growing around them (along with the medical usage like cooking birk-bark to produce a painkilliers or use the same bark as antibacterial bandages for injuries).

Bugs or slimy critters?: Wolfgang had teached Wolf a lot about the Ecosystem of the forest as it was his task as a Kings main Hunter to take care of the forest for when that King arrive with his court for a hunting-party. The more detailorientated teachings of Asada in healingherbs and later by the nuns in the convent, made Wolf even more fond of bugs. Wolfgang usually collected rainworms and threw them into his houses garden and Wolf, taken along by her father, still does the same. She is not fond of bugs indoors, so she will usually catch them and throw them out of a window.

Do they fidget? How?: Wolf has the habit to scratch the poxscars on her cheek when she is bored or uncomfortable. It is a not especially healthy habit because the scarpattern is sensetive and usually Wolf irritates them into redness. When she is not in active battle Wolf will take out the wooden handspindle and a small oundle of sheepwool out of her beltbag spinn a theard while she is talking with another person, reading something, eating or just standing or sitting around. This usually sooths her urge to fidget.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: In general Wolf was a pretty sweet child that was liked by everyone. It was a common occourence for Noblemen accompanying their King on a hunting party and who missed their family that was not part of the wander kings court, to take Wolf up on their arms and carry her around or sit with her to play because they missed their children so much and they could feel like father with her.It helped that she was a especially cute little girl. This is also the reason why Wolf learned so well to read and write (especially latin) in a still very oral-orientated society, because those noblemen would sit with her sitting on their knees and teach her patiently. The only thing she would got in trouble for is walking inside without taking off her shoes or comign to the table to eat without washing her hands or feeding her fathers hutning-sogs under the table and thats a vry normal thing to do.

What underwear do they like?: Baggy, kneelong linenetrousers held up with a clothbelt to which leglings are knotted to. Wolfs underwear are braies as a woman of the early 13th century and her underwear frequently wins the trophy of “most unsexy underwear of the world”. She will obviously wear dark dyed loincloth when she is on her period because she does not want to wash the blood out of her whitish braises, but thats the closest thing to snugly to the body laying pantys she wears and that is only happening for a week every month.

Designs on clothing or no?: Clothes are in Wolfs time a way to show ones standing in society and a lot of “average people” use colours and designs to pretend beeing a lot of better well off than they actually are. Wolf is no exception. She had sewed sweetwater pearls on the embroidery on her wedding dress / her formal wear and she had carefully embroidered the sides of her cloak and the sleeves of her every-day dress. The spider on her tabbard for her spiderman costume is also something she had embroidered herself.

Birthmarks?: If Wolf has any birthmark they have disappeared under her Poxscars.

Do they have good self control?: Every second of Wolf interacting with other people is a sign of her slf control. She is incredible strong and can easily break a arm by just grabbing it a tad to hard, so her interacting with people is her permanently holding backwith an iron will at every second and every breath. Eepecially when in combat because her first instinct in combat is hacking someones head off and since that had not happned in over a decade, she is doing suprisingly well.

Favorite franchise?: Wolf is a very big fan of Walter von der Vogelweide.She thinks the bard is hilarious and loves his dirty humor.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: No, Wolf usually plays the equivalent of elevator music in her head when bathing or weaving. She i happy when she has for once quitnss and peace.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: No, Wolf would never do that. As someone who is still always worried about food, she is just always happy to have food and drink and will be happy about whatever is served her. Shes just very happy to be served food in general and will enojoy it. Even if its the wrong order Wolf will beam happy like a child when food is set infront of her and he would be very thankful fo the waiter for beeing so kind to her, even if its just their job.

Stairs or elevator?: The only elevators Wolf knows are used for building buildings and she does not trust them very much with people.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: Wolf is specifically talking and telling stories in a very exaggerated way. Her mother Felina (Wolfs versions Black cat) teached her the trickery of thiefery and one of the rules was: Either be not seen when emptying another persons pockets or be seen and lead all attention to your face so noone understands what your hands are doing. Wolf usually puts up a very swarmy and loud front , to lead peoples attention to herself so that they underestimate her and eventually also ignore her because they think they know what she is doing and what she is like basedon that front. Noone notices what Wolfs hands are doing or that she is using them focusing on her putting on a show, while she is actually analysing their physical health, their weakspots, the area around them constantly. Wolf seems very friendly and easy going but she is also very cunning and its not often noticed.

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide ! Tagging: @alchemaxed @iobartach @goblinfire @neonwebs @wovendeath @sickthem @voltedblood @spinxeret @inhcritance @books-and-right-hooks @kylo-wrecked @canoncompliance @attercopus @sleeperkeeper @bewitchingbaker @betterbutbitter @svperboi @itsybitsypeterparker @neonwebs @the-rogue-dragon @carnivorousfatality !

#headcanon #werspinna

6 notes · View notes

themculibrary · 4 months

Text

Armor Kink Masterlist

1,2,3 Switch (ao3) - StarkLover3000 tony/stephen E, 2k

Summary: What happens when the student becomes the teacher? Tony takes control of his Doctor Strange.

down the rabbit hole (ao3) - starvels (dinosaur) iron man/steve/tony E, 25k

Summary: Steve spends an entire afternoon at the mercy of the Iron Man armor.

He gets exactly what he asks for, and then some.

Hold Me Down (ao3) - tinystark616 steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Steve asks Tony to wear one of his iron man suits and hold his wrists down during sex.

Tony gives Steve what he wants, and more.

in all and any of your skins (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony M, 1k

Summary: Steve has a thing for Tony.

Steve has a thing for Iron Man.

This is a problem, until it really isn't.

In Every Way That Matters (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony M, 8k

Summary: There are bright things about the future, and Steve's friendship with Iron Man is one of the brightest. So what if he doesn't know who the man under the mask is? That's not going to stop Steve from wanting his friendship, or even from wanting something more.

Lust’s Effect is Tempest After Sun (ao3) - xDinahQueenx steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Steve gets dosed with sex pollen, Tony is there for him.

Mark Sixty-Nine (ao3) - Amuly steve/tony, iron man/steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Tony is irritated that Steve's first hug-and-fly wasn't with him. As the source of many of Steve's other "firsts", Tony has a brilliant idea of how he could take one more. Specifically, Steve's first time being fucked by a machine.

Mark XXX (ao3) - Robin_tCJ steve/tony/iron man (armour) E, 4k

Summary: Oh, look, another filthy, filthy threesome porn. This time, it's Steve/Tony/Iron Man Armour. No plot, mostly porn with a little bit of cracky humour. It's dirty, and I'm sorry.

No I'm not. I'm not sorry. You know what, you're all down here in the muck with me.

not the last time (ao3) - tinystark616 steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Tony finds out about Steve's armor kink and gives Steve exactly what he wants.

Prototyping (The Make the Sparks Ignite Remix) (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Tony is an excellent boyfriend and an excellent engineer, and so there's no way he's going to let his brand-new sex armor fuck Steve without him trying it out himself first.

Sharp Dressed Man (ao3) - copperbadge steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: There are a lot of things you can do with a personalized suit of armor and a naked super soldier.

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (ao3) - sirona jarvis/tony E, 4k

Summary: This… was not what Tony had in mind when he decided to design himself a new dildo. You won't hear him complaining about the results, however.

Thank you, villain! (ao3) - Just_Bill steve/tony M, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony are hit by a truth spell. Tony finds out how much Steve likes the armour.

The Blacksmith's Tale (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) bucky/tony E, 7k

Summary: As the local blacksmith in King Rogers’ kingdom, Tony Stark is highly skilled and in high demand for his ability to forge weapons and armor. Bucky Barnes, the king’s best friend and most talented knight in the realm, not only recognizes Tony’s skill but also commissions special armor to protect him when he rides into battle. As rumors of an impending war reach the kingdom, Tony realizes how important the armor is. Not only will it keep Bucky alive, but it might also save his heart.

The Worst (Thing You've Ever Caught Me Doing) (ao3) - tisfan iron man/tony stark E, 1k

Summary: Impulse control; that was decidedly one of Tony Stark’s biggest problems. As in, he didn’t fucking have any. Which was how he ended up spread out on his workshop table, missing most of his clothes, and being rawed by his own armor.

Torque and Friction (ao3) - BewareTheIdes15 steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: The armor is his religion. And, c'mon, does anyone really expect that Tony Stark wouldn't want to have sex with his religion? He's just never found anybody before who could handle it.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #smut #sex tw #masterlists #armorkink #armorkink masterlist

2 notes · View notes

readyplayerziggy · 3 months

Note

Mordred, how do you feel knowing about the fact that there's a Yu-Gi-Oh deck entirely based on the legend of your father, and...everything that involved him, including you?

(That's not even a joke, there's literally an entire Yu-Gi-Oh archetype, the Noble Knights, based originally on the Legend of King Arthur...and then another part was added, the Infernoble Knights that's based on Charlemagne and his Twelve Paladins...including one named Astolfo. Yeah, it's pretty weird, but pretty neat.)

"What's Yu-Gi-Oh?"

The only card games he knows about are Poker, Go Fish, and 21. And he's not particularly good at any of them.

If he knew about the game he...wouldn't really care. The legend of the Knights of the Round is one of the most famous in the world so it's unsurprising to see it being used in modern media. Sure he might be irritated with it depending on how the lore is presented by the deck but otherwise he's not gonna care too much. Plus he'd be trying to run a Ninja or Dinosaur deck so it wouldn't matter to him.

#muse: mordred #anonymous

1 note · View note

deltaswap2442 · 1 year

Text

Entire DeltaSwap Cast

Dark World

Lancer (now a species called Lances) ↔️ Plug Boy (now called Cluboy)

C. Round/K. Round ↔️ Nubert

Clover ↔️ Sweet Cap'n Cakes

Rouxls Kaard ↔️ Swatch

King ↔️ Queen

Spamton ↔️ Jevil

Ralsei Dummy ➡️ Temmie Dummy

Ruddin ↔️ Maus

Ruddin Ranger↔️ Maus Wheel

Hathy ↔️ Tasque

Head Hathy ↔️ Tasque Manager

Ponman ↔️ Poppup

Jigsawry ↔️ Virovirokun

Bloxer ↔️ Ambyu-Lance

Rabix ↔️ Trashy

Starwalker ↔️ Hacker

Starwalker Bird ↔️ Gimmick Saucer

Scissor Dancer ↔️ Fommt

Swatchling ↔️ Former Kings

Wall Plugs ↔️ Little Ball

Pipis are replaced with BOOPIS

Chef ↔️ a single Swatchling (why does chapter 2 have half the amount of characters in Chapter 1 this makes swapping characters between the two chapters harder for me)

Jigsaw Tutorials and Jigsaw Joe ↔️ Switchings (yes they are swapped with multiple people you first meet them in the forest and they do a tutorial and then later they're locked up like the former Kings and then one of them is a chef)

Seam ↔️ Addisons

Mr. Elegance and Mr. Society ↔️ Yes Men

Malius↔️Icon Man

Royal Coat Rack ↔️ Wig Robot

Blue Blocks ↔️ Plugs

Caterpillar ↔️ Migosp from Undertale

Block Tree ↔️ a rouge Fommt

The Pair of eyes become the second Icon Man's eyes

Trash Can Ruddin ↔️ Mousamillian

Circus Wagon↔️Cyber Cage

Circus Animals change from a Barrel of Monkeys Monkey, Elephant, and Penguin they become a Hungry Hippo, Rhino and Dinosaur

Pippins ↔️ Gaster

Thrash Machine ↔️ Doom Tank

The Man ↔️ River Man

Hometown:

Kris ↔️ Noelle

Susie ↔️ Birdley

Ralsei ↔️ Temmie

Toriel↔️ Asgore

Alphys ↔️ Undyne

Napstablook ↔️ Mettaton (not seen as of now)

Sans ↔️ Papyrus (Not seen as of now)

Monster Kid ↔️ Snowdrake

Asriel (not seen as of now) ↔️ Dess (not seen as of now)

Father Alvin ↔️ Rudolph

Gerson ↔️ Mayor Holiday

Catti ↔️ Jockington

Catty & Brattie ↔️ RG 01 and RG 02

Aaron ↔️ Shyren

Dad Dragon ↔️ Ice Wolf

Fire Elemental ↔️ Tentacle Monster

Mom Cat ↔️ Dad Cat

Ficus Licker ↔️ Scared Donut Driver

Diner Shopkeeper ↔️ Rabbit Girl

Hat Monster ↔️ Ice Caps

Waitress Lion ↔️ Politics Bear

Striped Bird ↔️ Scarf Lady

Annoying Dog ↔️ EveryMan

Red Big Mouth↔️Hand Receptionist

Doggo and Lesser Dog ↔️ Dogamy and Dogeressa

Greater Dog ↔️ Muttler

Pizza Pants ↔️ Blue Ears

The Warrior ↔️ Purple Guy

Briefcase Guy ↔️ "C" AKA the Land Lord of Asgore's House (Not Yet Seen)

Diamond Boy ↔️ Clam Guy

Milk Looker (new name Milks Cat guy) ↔️ Hots Fireguy

Flower Shop Look ↔️ Froggit

Innkeeper's Child ↔️ Rabbit Boy

Mad Dummy (not yet seen but heard from and called Irritable Ghost) ↔️ Ruins Dummy (not seen)

Onion ↔️ Bird That Carries You Over A Disproportionately Small Gap (not Seen yet)

Terry (swaps with no one he's too cool)

Rainy (no one too cool as well but now he has a hat)

Snail Guy ↔️ Slime Dad ( not yet seen)

Ice E ↔️ Grillby

The Knight stays the same until his identity is revealed

Am I missing anyone?

These Swaps are subject to change

4 notes · View notes

heartcravings · 2 years

Note

for exo ask game: 1,3,4!! :D

hi!! thanks for asking some back! <3 1) my favourite exo mv ahhh this is so hard!!!! idk... i love them all, how can i choose?! we have the when the skies and the ground were one "mama", the hands on the pants pocket "history", the chanyeol is dora the explorer "what is love", the coolest high schoolers jump around in a dusty warehouse "growl", the chogiwah "wolf", the saddest collective stood up ever "miracles in december", the craziest cube "overdose", the cool "call me baby" exos, the "lmr" rugby players and the "lmr - romantic universe" computer game, the last three jedis in "lightsaber", the astronaut sehun meets a space whale while myeon and yeol punch each other "sing for you", the red force cloned the boys "lucky one", the you can call them "monster", the one where they are kingpins of illegal activities but save a girl "lotto", the one where nini isn't the dancing machine but everyone is "dancing king", the we are one drugs but let's pretend is our powers are malfunctioning "kokobop", the we are still on drugs but who are these weird masked girls in pink "electric kiss", the everything is about coffee "universe", the we fighting space robots "power", the one where we can't mess their "tempo", the one where they are wearing suits "love shot", the we are both evil and good "obsession", the we are fighting in space but actually just having a rave "dftf" xD (did i miss one? xD) in all honesty i love the game concept mv's like "love me right - romantic universe" or "power" cause they are fun and geek, but i also really like darker mv like electric kiss, obsession, monster, lotto, cause i like those darker sounding songs too. so yeah i guess these are my fave mvs, but i love all of exo! "universe" for example is such a beautiful mv!! 3) favourite concept answered here so i'll do a bonus one: 23) Which animal slippers would each member wear sehun — vivi's!! jongin — bears obviously kyungsoo — something black, maybe a panther? could also go fun like those shark eating feet! chanyeol — nick and judy from zootopia (fox and bunny) jongdae — cute chubby dinosaurs baekhyun — corgi butt slippers ^^ yixing — dragon claws!! junmyeon — bunnies!! minseok — he'd probably wear comfy but manly slippers but then when he was watching tv or on the sofa he'd have this cat paw warmer slipper for both feet together ^^ 4) least favourite exo song there isn't an exo song that i don't like, all of them have at least a few parts that i really enjoy. that said, the back crescendo in black pearl sometimes gets me feeling irritated. the same with the bass rhythm and the fast passed high notes in lady luck. maybe it's cause i am an anxious person but these two songs kind of trigger my anxiety so i do skip these two sometimes.

#ask games #this was so fun!#sorry to have gone overboard on the 1st one xD #lovely mutuals #exo

2 notes · View notes

artmakerproductions · 2 years

Text

Old, high school short story literature project, 2017

An alternate version of the previous story. This one acting as a pseudo spin-off of Sir Arthur Conan Doyale’s The Lost World. Can also be read here: https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Return-Of-The-Tyrant-King-short-story-2017-822394953

.......

RETURN OF THE TYRANT KING

BY CAMERON JIM

~ Chapter One ~

Introduction

London, England - 1912. The night sky was hidden away by the storm clouds above. Thunder rumbled as lightning lit up the night in many brief flashes of light. It was 11:59, when Big Ben, by the River Thames, chimed. It was now midnight. It echoed across all of London. The streets, foggy and damp, were empty. A tugboat could be heard blowing its foghorn. Trumpeting across all of London for all to hear. The street posts illuminated sections of the street, with brief, dark areas in between, before the next street post. Then, there was footsteps. Click, clack, click, clack, click - it was a lonely officer on his rounds. He wandered down the streets; with only a nightstick as a means of a weapon. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to see that someone - or rather, something was following him. Creeping through the dark shadows. Then, an uneasy feeling came over the constable, as he turned around and saw something vanish out of his sight. He knew someone was following him. He spoke in a rather thick English accent.

“Who’s there?” No answer. He, without a single worry in his head, walked over to the source of the sound. He raised his nightstick up high; as a warning.

“As an officer, I have the power to use this nightstick, if you continue to joke around.” He stood his ground. Still, no answer. He lowered his nightstick and continued on. All was fine. As the officer was minding his own business, he heard what sounded like the scream of a… of a… He didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t human, nor sounded like any animal he ever heard before. It was a loud shriek, it was so close, it hurt his ears. Then, followed by a irritating ringing. Everything went quiet. All this in one swift moment. He darted around to face whatever made that horrible noise - when he was tackled from behind. He fell forward, landing on his chest. It knocked the wind right out of him. He blew his whistle repeatedly. Then, something sharp dung into the back of his neck. He felt the flesh on his neck tear apart as it sunk deeper. He screamed in pain as well, as terror. With a loud CRACK and CRUNCH! - he was dead. His limp body lied on the cement street. The officer’s mouth hung open, in a gaping, frozen expression of terror. Blood drizzled from his neck, mouth and nose. The attacker lowered its head - and snorted. It was an animal. An animal from some other world - or rather, some other time.

A long while later, nearly three in the morning, another officer was walking down the same empty street. He soon came across the dead body of the officer. It was a bloody mess of torn clothing and disembodied limbs. His body was covered in deep cuts revealing some muscle and bone underneath. Large chunks of his flesh were missing; revealing muscle tissue, fragmented skin, and blood stained bones underneath. His abdominal area was hollowed out, leaving nothing inside. The officer could see his ribcage. The dead man’s face was unrecognizable. The man’s gums were gones. Creating a chilling, toothy grin. His eyes bulging out, in a forever shocked expression. His cheekbones could be seen too. The officer nearly passed out from the horrible sight. He blew his whistle madly, calling out to other officers in the area.

Feathered Dinosaurs

Perri Beauregarde, was an independent scientist. He was an oddball to say the least, as the scientific community had disregarded many of his contributions. A while back, he had a theory about dinosaurs. He hypothesized that dinosaurs were active; rather than sluggish, and some could be as smart as crows, as well as other avians. Beauregarde had published a paper about these various claims, but no one really took it seriously. His reputation as a scientist dwindled into nothing.

That was 5 years ago. Now, no one has really heard from him since. Some think he’s dead. Others think he left the country altogether. Earlier that day, Ronald Harr, a low voiced, 40 year old englishman with some signs of greying in his golden-brown hair. He wore a dark brown sack suit with a matching bowler hat, a white dress shirt underneath, with a red necktie. His spat boots clicked and clacked against the solid ground. Ronald was the curator of the British Museum (now called Natural History Museum) in London, was called over by Beauregarde’s maid that he requested his presence. It was now approaching 11 am. He soon arrived at Mr. Beauregarde’s residence. The building was grand, and was various shades of greys and whites. A large stained glass window was placed on what seemed was the 2nd floor. It had a perfect view of the River Thames and of the city across the way. He reached the front doors, and knocked. There was silence. The maid, Ann Grace, answered.

“Yes?” She said.

“Hello, I am here to see Mr. Beauregarde. Is he here?” Then, another voice called out. It reverberated around the main hall.

“Good day Mr. Harr.” It was the elusive Perri Beauregarde himself. Ann shuffled out of the way as she opened the door wide open. Ronald stepped forward.

“Good day.” He paused.

“Glad you could make it.” Beauregarde spoke. Perri Beauregarde was at the age of 29, but seemed rather tired for someone his age. He held a black cane with the top end painted gold. He had a noticeable limp in his walk. He had rather messy jet black hair. He had narrow, rather thin rimmed, half moon shaped-glasses placed upon his nose. He worn blue gloves to match his waistcoat and white dress shirt underneath, that were loose and flowy at the ends, reaching his wrist. He had a rather awkward, somewhat tired smile on his face as he approached.

“As you probably guessed by now, I’m Mr. Beauregarde. Pleased to meet you.” He shook Ronald’s hand excitedly. There was another man there. He was much older with a bush mustache, round spectacles, and a clever twinkle in his eye. From the way he was dressed, Ronald assumed he was a scientist. This is Professor Samuel Norman.

“Good evening, Mr. Harr. I too am here to see Beauregarde’s discovery.”

“Discovery? What discovery?” Ronald said.

“Oh right, of course. This way gentlemen.” He lead the two men into another room. His study. It was filled with many strange, and foreign items. There they saw it. The skeleton of Tyrannosaurus Rex. Something seemed rather off. It’s position placement. It was bending forward, with its head cocked upward - like a bird. Ronald just stared at those terrifying jaws; it seemed to have a toothy grin. The animal must’ve been truly horrifying to see alive.

“Professor Norman, Mr. Harr. I present to you Tyrannosaurus Rex! Now, new and improved.” Norman was bewildered by its new stance. Ronald wasn’t impressed.

“My boy, this is… this is most peculiar.”

“Is… is this all?” He spoke in a cold, deadpan tone. Perri Beauregarde walked over to the skeleton. His back turned to the two men.

“I am here to inform you that the skeletal remains of the these dinosaurs in your museum are incorrect. As well as the information.”

“Excuse me?” Ronald said.

“I have spent that last five years trying to prove my theories aren’t merely speculation. But fact! Earlier this year, I travelled over to China and found, what I originally thought was some kind of prehistoric ancestor to birds. But it wasn’t. It was in fact a dinosaur.” He paused. After a moment, he reached for an object with a grey cloak placed on top. He pulled it off to reveal a slab of rock. In his gloved hand, was a large piece of stone. Trapped within was the arm of a three fingered animal with fossilized feathers. Whatever it was, was indeed a bird-like animal.

“Marvelous.” Said Professor Norman, inspecting the rock.

“I now have the proof to confirm my theories. That is why I brought you here Professor. To document these new findings of mine and you; Mr. Harr, to update your museum for the public. And to show the world of my discovery.” He paused, “Gentlemen. Dinosaurs weren’t big dumb reptiles with no emotion. They were active, intelligent creatures!” Ronald just stared at the man, puzzled. Confused. Birds? Dinosaurs? Preposterous! Professor Norman took the slab of rock and continued to examine it. He was amazed.

“Mr. Beauregarde, I have no interest in this. Good day.” He turned around to leave.

“Wait!” He reached out to Ronald, nearly tripping over, and was saved by his cane. He regained his balance. He reached out and grabbed his left shoulder. Ronald only turned his head to face Beauregarde.

“I will not allow you to spoil the public's view of dinosaurs with this… nonsense! Good day, Mr. Beauregarde.” Before Ronald could leave, the two heard a loud SMASH followed by a THUMP from behind. It was Professor Norman. He collapsed onto the ground. Ronald was the first to reach him. Beauregarde got onto his knees, glancing at the destroyed pieces of rock, then towards the silent professor. He shook the man’s shoulders, shouting.

“Professor! Professor are you alright? Answer me!” Ronald placed his ear to the man’s chest. No heartbeat. He was dead. Ronald got up and made a dash from the door. He could be heard running down the short hallway, and out the front door. Beauregarde stayed.

“Ann! Call the paramedics!.”

The authorities had arrived, and whisked the body away. The official diagnosis was that he had died of a heart attack. Ronald and Beauregarde weren’t given any form of charges. With his only pieces of evidence now gone, he had spent the remainder of the day in his study. With the professor dead, and Ronald not wanting to say he saw anything, he had no witnesses to back his findings.

“Mr. Beauregarde? Are you alright?” Ann cooed from the door, peeking in from the hallway.

“No, no I’m not. I’ll be leaving shortly. You may leave an hour after my departure.”

“Yes sir, thank you.”

~ Chapter Two ~

Old News

Beauregarde walked down the crowded streets of London. It was getting dark, and the shops started to close up for the night. He heard many folks say their farewells to one another. As he walked past a ramshackle newsstand, he saw in bold letters: “OFFICER FOUND DEAD”. He lowered himself and grabbed the folded up newspaper. He read it out in his thoughts,

“Officer George O’brien was found dead three nights ago. His body was violently and horribly mangled. This marks the 20th murder victim since February. Locals believe this to be the work of either a Jack the Ripper impersonator, while others believe it’s the work of a wild animal. After inspection of the local zoos of the area, all the animals have been accounted for. Authorities have yet to find any evidence to point towards who has been doing these horrible crimes.” Beauregarde turned to the next page. Again, he read it in his thoughts.

“Titanic, the unsinkable ship, Sinks! Collides with iceberg on maiden voyage. 1,800 lives have been reported lost. 675 survivors.” He paused.

“The unsinkable ship meets its end at sea. How tragically ironic.”

Then, from the heavens above, a flash of lightning lit up the world for a brief moment, followed by a booming thunderclap. Beauregarde dropped the newspaper and returned home. The streets were soon empty again.

A Trip To The Zoo

One month has passed, and there have been two more deaths. The culprits haven’t been caught yet. Now, a curfew has been placed that everyone must be indoors by 7 p.m. or be charged with suspicious activities.

Beauregarde was out for an early stroll, but when he returned home, the telephone rang. RIIIIIIING! He dashed over as quickly as he could to it and raised it to his face. It stopped the ringing.

“Hello? Who is this?” He said.

There was a pause. Beauregarde spoke again.

“Oh, hello Mary. Yes it has been a while” There was another pause.

“Oh, I suppose so.” Another pause. Another response.

“Of course. I’d be willing to go to the zoo with-” He was cut off. They hung up on him. “Hello? Mary?” He put the phone down. “Hmm, how odd of her.”

Mary Wilson was a wealthy, upper class woman. She was rather timid. Mary was 30 years old, and looked like she was still in her early 20s. She had dimples upon her rosy pale cheeks, and bright orange-red hair that covered her ears. She wore a velvet red coat with white dress shirt underneath. Long white kid leather gloves, that were hidden under her the sleeves of her coat. The sleeve-ends were lined with black-stained fur. She was on her way to the zoo, as she had been many times before.

The carriage stopped. They were outside of Beauregarde’s home. She had a strong attraction to the man. At first, she didn’t know why she felt so attracted to the reclusive scientist. Perhaps it was his intelligence? Or his charisma to his work? Or, his mysteriousness? Whatever the reason, she had feelings for him.

She’d spend her time at the zoo, drawing the various animals there. Including: lions, polar bears, elephants, rhinos, exotic birds, tigers, and many more. Today was different. Mary had a surprise for Perri, at the zoo. He sat on the opposite side of the coach of Mary. He seemed rather disinterested in their weekly Sunday evening together. At certain times, she wondered what was going on inside of his head.

The clip-clap of the horse’s hooves; though loud, had a rhythmic tune to it. Mary gazed out the coach window. Seeing other folks in their evening attire, strolling around. They soon reached their destination, the zoo.

The two strolled around, observing the wildlife there. Mary, was aimlessly rambling on about the beauty of nature, and how she wished to see more of it, with Perri remaining silent. It wasn’t until they reached the far side of the zoo, when Beauregarde finally spoke.

“Mary, why is it that those who seek to question common knowledge are ridiculed for it?” He said. Before Mary could answer, the speakers crackled as a man’s voice spoke.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. The opening of the zoo’s new addition: “Animals of the Lost World”, will open shortly. Be on your way there now.”

Mary eagerly dragged Beauregarde along, nearly making him lose balance and drop his cane.

“Mary! Slow down. You’re more riled up than a puppy!” Soon, they made their way to the new area. A large group of people had already gathered there already. The adults were all dressed up, with their children either happily holding onto their zoo-themed balloons or jumping up and down with excitement. It was like the gathering of a street parade. Near the front, was a section for the many other scientists; some of which Beauregarde knew. The audience was jittery with anticipation.

A man, older than 50 years, and in a game hunter safari uniform, stepped onto the small stage. The audience roared with applause.

“Thank you, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, today I give you - the most astounding, most spectacular sight you’ll ever beheld. These animals originated from the deepest, most remote jungles of South America. Where I have spent the last three years, searching. Now, for your eyes are to be the first to see these beasts, alive.” He paused. A grin widened under his mustache.

“Be warned, as the sight of these monstrosities may cripple your faint hearts.” As he spoke, some of the ladies in the crowd huddle closer to their man. The audience was quiet with anticipation. “For behind this curtain, is the most fearsome predator to ever walk the earth. I give you, the tyrant lizard king himself - Tyrannosaurus Rex!”

~ Chapter Three ~

Return of the Tyrant King

As the red curtains dropped, the audience gasped with horror and amazement. For there stood the king of the dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus Rex. The muscular animal was lean, and had pebbly leather skin. It’s scales didn’t overlap. The animal seemed rather topheavy. The animal was dull shade of yellow, like a lion. Its back, neck and top half of its body was covered in dark brown plumage. Leaving the legs, underbelly throat, face and tail bare. The animal’s teeth weren’t visible as they were hidden under its fleshy “lips”. The tyrannosaurus had forward facing eyes, much like modern predatory birds of today. They swiveled around in its socket. Looking at the strange beings on the other side of its confinement. It had two little narrow “plates” near its temples. It was truly an imposing animal.

It just stood there motionless, as the audience roared with applause. There stood the tyrannosaur. Then, another T. rex came into view. Its mate. The 2nd tyrannosaur was the same shade of yellow, but its own feathers were a lighter gold-brown. This one was female. The male was slightly bigger compared to the female.

The tyrannosaurs didn’t do much, but they just stared down at the audience. The audience after a moment, was dead quiet. The female walked closer to the metal bars that stuck up 40 feet from the ground, with the tyrannosaurs standing over 20-30 feet. Its snout barely squeezed a few inches through the gap. This caused much alarm from the audience.

“Don’t worry folks. It's much too big to fit. We’ve spent the last few months to make sure these animals don’t escape.” Ed said.

The female pulled its head back and wandered away to the far end of its enclosure. The male tyrannosaurus remained in the same spot. Then, it slowly reared up, with its head facing the sky. The audience leaned forward wondering; if it was to demonstrate its monstrous roar. As it reared up, it opened it’s jaws and - nothing. It merely yawned. The large bipedal animal turned away and left to the farther side of its large enclosure with its mate. There was a large pool of water where the two rested. One of them bobbed its head into the water, snout deep, and rose up its head. Letting the water fall down its throat. People swarmed to see these amazing animals, though their disappointment in their appearance and rather “tame” behaviour could be seen in their faces.

Beauregarde couldn’t believe his eyes. Standing before him was living proof of his theories. The other scientist huddled around the enclosures, staring wide-eyed and gaping at these animals. They were nothing like they thought.

The new area had other prehistoric wildlife as well. There was a single triceratops. The animal was built like a living tank. It was covered in bumps and non-overlapping scaly skin. It’s body completely black; except for the crest and upper face region which was bright red-orange. A black-outlined red strip leading from its nasal area, straight up to the crest. Two speckled red sacs on its nose that inflated ever-so slightly with each breath it took. Each tip of the three human-sized horns was painted black. The animal was stood over three metres at the shoulders. Its size nearly matched that of the tyrannosaur. Despite being male, it's colouration seemed rather faded. The lazy animal rested often. It was a very old triceratops. In another pen, right next to the tyrannosaurus, was a flock of large bipedal hawk-like dinosaurs (Dakotaraptor) with sickle shaped index toes. The forearms of these hawk-dinos were folded out, and covered in feathers. Its spoon-shaped feathered tail was over half of the animal’s body length. There were seven in total. Inside its maw was rows of ridged teeth; meant for tearing flesh. Its coloration was like that of an Osprey. The feathers curved slightly at the back of their necks. Their yellow, beady bird-like eyes had a constant angry look to them. The animals had a large dead tree in the centre of their enclosure. Some of them rested on the branches, again, much like their modern counterparts.

“Raptors.” Beauregarde said.

It was getting late, and the zoo was closing for the night. Mary had told Beauregarde about how she and her father had funded Ed James’s exposition which is what she meant by surprise.

Beauregarde chatted with Ed James about the animals. He asked about their behavior and intelligence. While they talked, Mary had spent her time drawing the living dinosaurs. Spending those hours observing them herself, and she didn’t see them as the horrid monsters they were portrayed as, but rather simple animals.

Beauregarde requested permission to stay a few hours after the zoo’s closing. He wanted to observe the animals more thoroughly and take notes. He wanted to see how much of his theories were true, and how off they were.

Spending those extra hours there, he noticed that one particular raptor, possibly female, was sitting by itself in the far corner. Almost out of sight. When he decided to get a better look, another raptor wandered over. It started to show off its plumage and perform a small “dance”. He found this quite amusing. Afterwards, Beauregarde packed his things and went home for the night.

Escape

The zoo was empty of human life. A dense fog creeped along the earth’s surface, the night sky was filled with shining stars. In the raptor enclosure, one of the clever beasts was on the edge of the highest branch of the dead tree. The animal was testing out the strength of the branch by bobbing up and down. It looked over at the distance between it, and the 20 foot high arched metal fencing. The tree barely stood over 25 feet high, and was over 30 feet away. The other raptors watched. With one mighty leap, the animal rose up 6 higher feet into the air, spreading its “wings” out, flapping them to allow it to maneuver itself. It couldn’t fly, but that didn’t stop it. It landed on the fence with a loud THUD. Its claws scratched against the metal as it kept its balance. It made it.

Of course, the animal knew it could, why it had been doing this for the past few months since it arrived in the strange, unfamiliar world of humans. It hopped down to the cement ground - landing in the tyrannosaur enclosure. The two larger animals hissed at the intruder, but did not attack. The raptor knew to kept its distance. It squeezed through the wider spaced metal bars no problem. It ran back over to its own pen, as two other raptors followed suit. In the far back, the female raptor, stood up finally - revealing a small clutch of raptor chicks underneath; 4 in total. They were lighter in colour than the adults, and had little to no traces of downy feathers upon their body. They stood over 12 inches high. The mother nudged them over to the fencing. The chicks squeezed through their own enclosure easily. The adult cooed to the female; its mate. The raptor looked down and squawked to the chicks. It was time to go.

With nothing standing in their way, the animals darted off into the night to hunt, and would return before morn’ with the humans being none the wiser.

Technical Difficulties

There were three more attacks late that previous night. With the public now aware that dinosaurs were in London, the authorities came over to question Ed James. After inspecting the dinosaur’s enclosures, they found claw scratches on the top of the fencing and that there was a clutch of raptor chicks concealed by a female. Ed was to be arrested but he fled the zoo before they could.

Beauregarde watched the two tyrannosaurs eat their afternoon meal: four pig carcasses. They pressed their ostrich-like feet against the pig and teared of strips of meat off the dead animal. Choking it down like how a bird of prey would: whole. They wiped their bloody snouts in the pool and proceeded to clean themselves by rubbing their snouts against their clawed feet and nibbled on their short feather coats. Most likely to relieve themselves of an itch. The female tyrannosaur seemed rather agitated. The big animal scratched at the flat cement ground. Chipping off little bits of rubble. It seemed puzzled that it was making any progress with digging into the earth beneath it. Then, the male tried to help dig down as well. Again, they were puzzled.

“What are they doing?” He thought, “Why is the female acting so screwy?” Then, he realized something. The female was trying to built a nest.

“Of course, it's pregnant!” He thought. He had read a book on the nesting behaviors of various birds. This was similar behavior that was observed in ostriches. That got him thinking. Did tyrannosaurs share their nests with other tyrannosaurs in the same way as ostriches? Of course, he didn’t know the true answer. In fact, no one really knew the answer as these animals have never been studied before. At the time, we only had bones to go by. One couldn’t tell the behavior or physical appearance simply by bones. But now, the animals stood before them. The intelligence of these animals were greatly underestimated as it was now discovered that they had been using the dead tree in their enclosure to jump over the fencing. It was remarkable.

At the same time, a couple of drunks had snuck past the zoo security and were now in the main building that connected to all the dinosaur enclosures. The old triceratops was in the back resting rather peacefully. Until some drunks arrived.

“Hey stupid!” Said one of the drunks.

“Wake up! Do something.” Said another. The triceratops ignored them. One of them finished their bottle and tossed straight at the animal's head. The animal was startled. It shot right up and let it’s speckled nose sacs inflated and the animal whistled like an elk. The drunks laughed.

“Oh look, ol’ stupid decided to get up finally.” One of them howled. The old triceratops vision was poor. It blindly charged at the noise, like a bull. It rammed into the metal-barred gate The drunks backed off and howled an even louder laugh.

“Missed us!” Said the same drunk who threw the bottle. The animal’s two metre long horns had gotten lodged in between the gaps in the gate. It let out another whistle in frustration. It’s crest rushed with blood, causing the large blue spot to brighten. It changed into a frightening dark orange-red. They laughed again.

Beauregarde heard a loud metal CLANG elsewhere in the zoo. It was heard by the other animals too. Then, there was a bone chilling scream.

The triceratops was free. It had broke the lock holding the gate closed when it had charged at the drunks. The old, senile animal was free. It had severely injured one of the drunks. The triceratops’ horn had pierce the shoulder of the drunk who threw the bottle. His shoulder was bleeding a severe amount of blood. The others had gotten away. The bleeding man backed up into another gate. Now cornered, the triceratops charged forward. The man’s blood covered arm was grabbed by the jaws of the T. rex. It’s snout squeezed through the open gap between the metal bars and dragged the helpless man in, involuntarily saving him from the horns of the triceratops. The tyrannosaurs’ teeth dug deep into his flesh, crushing the bones with little effort. He screamed.

~ Chapter Four ~

Cretaceous Chaos

The people who had come to watch the tyrannosaurs were horrified to see that someone was in the enclosure with the meat-eaters. Children screamed and cried at the horrible sight. They were whisked away by the terrified adults. The female dropped the still alive man. His leg was bent in such a way, it broke. The man stared at his twisted out of shape leg. Now he was truly helpless. The female pressed its enormous foot down atop its prey item. Increasing the pain. It lowered its large head, jaws wide open, and - CHOMP!

Animal control soon arrived with firearms. The raptors, amongst the chaos, had escaped. 4 of the 7 were shot with the rest escaping into London. The tyrannosaurs had also escaped thanks to the triceratops’ blind rampage.

The triceratops went crazy. Killing and severely injuring many people. Animal control had to use an elephant gun to take down the rampaging senile animal. Beauregarde had managed to stay alive and not get trampled by either the dinosaurs or the fleeing public. The tyrannosaurs wandered onto the streets of London.

Tyrant King’s Rampage

The male acted as a bodyguard for the female. Snapping at the fleeing civilians. They weren’t interested in food. They were migrating to a better place to lay their eggs. The army created a road block farther ahead of the two carnivores. When they made their way around the corner, they opened fire. The female’s side and thigh area was blasted with the oncoming bullets. It howled a deafening shriek. The two managed to escape down an alleyway. There was a trail of blood left behind.

Night-time had arrived. All of London was in utter panic. The streets were left empty. The tyrannosaurs now wandered the streets in search of food. A massive storm had arrived. Rain pelted the earth below. Trenching everything that was in the open. Mary didn’t mind. She thought it was rather relaxing. Her coachmen didn’t think so. The old timer found it inconvenient and unpleasant. Mary was on her way to the opera. She sat safely inside the carriage, unaware of the escaped dinosaurs. As they travelled down the empty street the horse sensed something. It was out of sight, but it could sense the presence of a predator. The animal backed away. Then it reared up, nearly toppling over.

“What’s the matter ol’ boy?” The coachmen said.

From the dark, the male tyrannosaur charged forward with its mouth wide open. It bite down on the horse’s neck. Crushing it. The horse wheezed in agony as it slowly died in the maw of the tyrannosaur.

“Goodness gracious!” He shouted. The coachmen horrified. Jumped down and fled the opposite direction. Abandoning Mary. Only to be met with the female. His scream was cut off as the animal snatched him up into the air and tossed him around like a ragdoll. Killing him. The animal lowered its head down with its prey hanging from its maw. It held it down with its foot and tore the man in two. Swallowing each half whole. Mary was horrified to see the two out of their enclosures. The male pressed it’s bloody snout on the carriage windows opposite of Mary. It's hot breath fogged up the glass as it breathed. The female was right next to Mary. It stared into the strange item. Was it prey? Or another predator? The animal stared inside of the carriage. It saw something moving inside. The male raised its head up out of view. It nudged the roof. The whole carriage shook. Mary was in tears now. The female saw her. It pressed its nose against the window to get her, but was puzzled.

“The glass!” She thought, “It can’t get me. I’m safe inside.” The puzzled animal koo’d to its mate. They chirped and croaked to each other. They were talking. The two got onto the same side of the carriage. And pushed it over. Mary was tossed up and was slammed down onto the ground with a THUD, with the wind being knocked out of her. The side door was wide open. Rain poured down onto the semi-unconscious Mary. When she finally came to, the male tyrannosaur had its snout through the door. It snapped around. It was searching for her.

“I’m going to die” She whimpered. Then, the tyrannosaur stopped. It couldn’t reach her. The animal saw no point in trying to get her, and proceeded to retracted its head out of the door and left. The female followed. Mary was in shock. She passed out.

Man’s Comeuppance, Assessing The Damage

London was choked with an unknown illness. Hundreds of people were dying everyday. None of the vaccines cooked up by the medical industry worked. The investigators found that it originated from the feces of the triceratops, raptors and tyrannosaurus. Ed James had unintentionally brought carriers of this disease to our world. The authorities had found him dead in an apartment he was hiding out at. Cause of death. Dinosaur disease.

Mary had also caught this unknown illness. Weeks passed, but they could not save her. Beauregarde attended her funeral with much regret. He was given her art collection by her father. Beauregarde, perhaps by fate. Hadn’t gotten sick.

Neither the tyrannosaurs, or raptors were sighted again for quite some time. The dinosaurs probably hunted for food in the wild rather than the livestock.

“They’re heading North.” He said to the general. “The female was pregnant with eggs. They’ll want to be somewhere warm and away from human contact.” Beauregarde said.

“You better be right boy.” The gruff looking colonel said.

The tyrannosaurs had remained out of radar since they escaped. By now, the female had most likely laid her eggs. Beauregarde, being the current dino expert. Didn’t know how long it took. For some birds, it took a few weeks. For some reptiles, it took months. He didn’t know when they’d hatch.

It was in the middle of the fall when they found the raptors. They had taken refuge in an abandoned water mill out in the countryside. They were shot and their bodies burned. Beauregarde confirmed that there were no other raptors alive. After that, winter arrived.

Livestock started to vanish. Beauregarde knew this was the work of the tyrannosaurs. Now that they had a solid lead. Beauregarde and the army made their way to the last sighting of the tyrannosaurs.

The Search

Beauregarde and the army were searching of the tyrannosaur nest. The snow slashed against his face. His nose and cheeks a deep shade of red. He felt sleepy. All he wanted to do was to lie down and rest. If he did, he wouldn’t wake up again.

“What the hell we doin’ here? Why not just let the storm take care of em’?” The colonel said, shouting to be heard over the wind.

“No!” He shouted back, “We can’t risk letting them getting away. This might be our only chance to find them again.” As the storm worsened, they finally found it. The nest.

“What the hell?” The colonel said.

They saw the body of a tyrannosaur. It was on its side. It was dead.

“See? The cold finally did em’ in.”

“Wait.” Beauregarde said, “I need to check something.”

He crept over to the nest. The nest was 4-5 feet in diameter. It was surrounded by a ledge of dried mud. It was dug a few feet deep into the ground. In the thick haze, he could see the egg fragments scattered within the nest. He saw that one egg was untouched. It was a dud. Two more were shoved away from the nest. Probably as a means to keep the other eggs safe. This behavior was seen in ostriches. Upon further inspection he saw two dead tyrannosaur chicks. They were covered in striped brown-black downy feathers all the way from their tail, ankles to their neck. They were thinner and had longer legs than their adult counterparts. They probably stood 15 inches tall. The placement of the other eggs could be seen in the frozen mud. He saw five indends in the mud. With that, Beauregarde counted them up. He mumbled to himself as he did.

“Three plus five… is eight. That’s means eight were laid. Now… five indends… minus two dead chicks… that makes… three.”

“Well? Are we done here?” The impatient colonel spoke.

“No.” He said. “There are three chicks left. Plus the the other adult. There are four tyrannosaurs still out there sir. They probably left about some time ago.”

“Where?” The colonel said.

The male tyrannosaurus was out on the hunt again this evening. Normally, the male would stay behind and watch the chicks. Unfortunately, the female’s wounds which were still healing from the human firearms, had gotten infected. This weakened it espidentally since winter arrived. They had eight eggs in total. Only five were left. The adults had grown a 2nd coat of feathers along their lower half so that when they rested atop their dirt nest, it acted as a barrier for warmth. The chicks had grown a lot since they hatched way back in the summer. They chirped non-stop when food arrived. It was adorable.

Food was becoming more scarce, and being in a foreign land they didn’t now. They had to resort to hunting the penned animals owned by the humans: the strange, upright, two-legged mammals. With his belly full and two dead lambs hanging from its mouth. It was on its way to the nest. One lamb for its chicks, the other for its crippled mate. It returned to the nest deep within the forest. As it did, it saw that the female was on its side. Leaving the nest exposed to the elements. In the nest was two dead chicks. The remaining three huddled closer together, and hide by their now deceased mother trying to keep warm. The male walked closer and nudged the lifeless body a few times. She was dead. The chicks chirped. The male tyrannosaur turned its attention back to them. It turned away and started to eat one of the lambs. It was storing it for later. Then, something caught its ear. Humans. It lowered its massive head with its jaws wide open. The chicks climbed in. The male carried them off, like a mother crocodile.

Epilogue

The male tyrannosaur wandered the dense forest for shelter. It turned its head and saw the humans far in the distance. Their strange calls echoed. The tyrannosaur continued on. It soon came across a small fishing village. A large cargo ship was docked in the bay. Its next destination: Canada. The tyrannosaur remembered these strange “floating metal containers”. The humans had cornered he and its mate in a ravine before everything went dark. They found themselves locked up in a large metal barred cage. They soon arrived in the human world.

The chicks squeaked. The male looked around and saw the streets were empty. It cautiously wandered down the paved street. Making its way to the boat.

“Perhaps it would return him and his chicks to their home.” The tyrannosaur thought. Its footsteps reverberated against the hollow interior. Soon, it arrived in the cargo hold. It shook off the snow that was caught in its feather coat. The whole area was like a maze of wooden crates and supplies. It the far back of the cargo hold was a secluded area. This was the perfect place to hide itself and its chicks. The male lowered its head to allow his chicks to hop out. The cargo hold was much warmer than the outside world. The tyrannosaur lied down against the metal interior. It curled up, creating a “C” shape with its massive body. The adult regurgitated some meat for the chicks. They feasted upon it. The tyrannosaur would have to raise its chicks on its own now. The adult kept watch. It heard the foghorn bellow a trumpeting roar from above. A foghorn. The chicks had fallen asleep. The tyrannosaur let out a yawn and it too fell asleep.

“I want this whole goddamn area closed off! I don’t want those monsters setting one foot out of this forest.” The colonel said loudly to his men. As he did, Beauregarde wondered:

“What else don’t we know about? We incorrectly guessed what these animals looked like and underestimated their intelligence. For that, we were punished. If we had known more about these animals. Would we have been able to prevent this? Would we have been able to know that these animals carried a disease that was fatal to humans?” As Beauregarde continued to think about these ideas. He heard a trumpeting noise far off in the distance.

It was a fog horn of a cargo ship.

THE END.

...

Illustrations for this short story I presented to my teacher.

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Return-of-the-Tyrant-King-Illustrations-866623139

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Return-Of-The-Tyrant-King-1-731447722

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Return-Of-The-Tyrant-King-2-731447561

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Angry-T-rex-779626279

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Big-Dumb-Lizard-775264875

https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerproductions/art/Srsly-MOre-Dinosaur-relAted-ARt-765973106

#dinosaurs #dinosaur #literature #lost world #tyrannosaurus

1 note · View note

koopzilla · 10 months

Text

@blockbourne | cont.

A responding scowl arrived early, long before the translator had begun its attempt. The repeat is little more than an irritating distraction, one which earns a gnarly leer as it prattles on. Inevitably, Bowser responds to it, raising a foot. The device suffered a merciless pressure as he squashed it and the poor dinosaur's shoulder along with it beneath his biggest toe. Electricity jolts outward like meatballs from a poorly made sub, and the transcription is replaced with the gruff pull of his breath.

"I make the orders here." His burning gaze returned to the little dinosaur; face wrinkled by a deepened scowl. "Threaten me again and it will be the last words you ever speak. You don't know who you're dealing with!?" Biceps bulge as fingers curl into a stern fist.

"I'm the king of the koopas! Your king." If a yoshi is still considered a koopa offshoot. "Your route is where I tell you it is! Beg for forgiveness, or it ends right here!" The threat complete itself as Bowser pivoted his foot, turning the jagged edge of his toe inward. The sharpened point pinned itself to the dinosaur's neck, threatening to slice through with but one quick movement.

#blockbourne #//rawwwrxd okay I'll help you #//8I I can't he only shows up once there-- but I'll be back for the next one.

0 notes

alinaandalion · 2 years

Text

Mid-Year Book Tag

halfway through the year and thought i would steal this from booktube and take a look at what i’ve read so far.

1. Best book you’ve read so far in 2022?

Siren Queen by Nghi Vo, Peach Blossom Spring by Melissa Fu, The Mothers by Brit Bennet, and Bad Blood by John Carreyrou

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022?

The Liar’s Knot by M.A. Carrick and The Girl in the Tower by Katherine Arden

3. New release you haven’t read yet, but want to?

Moon Witch, Spider King by Marlon James and A River Enchanted by Rebecca Ross.

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of 2022?

only one possible answer for this one: Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators’ Revolution by R.F. Kuang. it is my most anticipated release of 2022, hands down. (if you want to know why, go read The Poppy War trilogy)

5. Biggest disappointment?

i didn’t actually finish either of these (one i may still finish one day, when i can stop being irritated every time i think about picking it back up again but we shall see), but that would be The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson and Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Li. i don’t think i would have been as upset by either of them if i wasn’t really looking forward to reading them both. thought the stormlight archive series would be this great, big fantasy series i could get into and invest in and i’m about 500 pages in this 1,000 page behemoth and i have not stopped complaining about it the entire way. (it just doesn’t make sense that there is no real political intrigue when the ability to read and write is divided so strictly by gender and apparently we’re still in a patriarchy but only women read and write??? it doesn’t add up!!)

Portrait of a Thief was just. okay, basically, it could have been a great short story. it’s one of those books where you can really tell this person has written some awesome fanfiction but it’s like if you turned a good one-shot fanfic into a novel. it just get repetitive and there was really nothing in the narrative that made me buy into the premise, and i really, really wanted to. i would still check out a different book by the author in the future, just with more realistic expectations. but i hit the 150 page mark, realized that i hadn’t stopped bitching about it to my fiancé from the moment i started reading, and i called it quits.

6. Biggest surprise?

The Justice of Kings by Richard Swan. i took a chance on it because the summary sounded interesting and the cover was intriguing and oh my god, it was so good.

7. New favorite author?

Brit Bennett and Nghi Vo

8. Newest fictional crush?

Derossi Vargo from The Liar’s Knot by M.A. Carrick. i was not expecting it considering where the first book left him but i love him now.

9. Newest favorite character?

just the cast of characters from the Rook & Rose trilogy.

10. Book that made you cry?

haven’t had one yet this year. to be fair, it is hard for books to make me cry but even with the ones i’ve really liked, i haven’t had a really strong emotional reaction to them.

11. Book that made you happy?

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. i just love dinosaurs and it was a really fun read.

12. Favorite book to movie/tv show adaptation you’ve seen so far this year?

well, the only one i’ve watched is The Witcher (but i do love it so i guess it qualifies)

13. Most beautiful book you’ve bought this year?

Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel

14. What books do you really need to read by the end of this year?

The Dragon of Jin-Sayeng by K.S. Villoso, Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, Persuasion by Jane Austen, The Winter of the Witch by Katherine Arden, Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead, and The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

#the reading life #books: 2022

1 note · View note

navstuffs · 2 years

Text

Cthulhu vs Godzilla

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warning: none, kinda crack fanfic

Summary: You and Adrian always argued about the weirdest topics.

Author's note: i had this fanfic all ready and then my stupid ass deleted the whole thing. so i am rewriting as a bunch of headcanons. credits to my husband over the King Kong falling in love with Godzilla.

You had promised Emilia you wouldn't let your boyfriend Adrian's crazy ideas influence you when you two started dating

And after almost a year, Emilia just saw improvements. Before-you-Adrian would only appear with Peacemaker (always late or not appear). After-you-Adrian always showed up in time especially after you two moved together

You two seemed happy and for more Emilia tried to hide, she was happy for you. There was just one problem: every time you two discussed or argued, it was about the most unusual topics

One morning, when Emilia and Clemson arrive at the base and see you, Adrian and Chris into a deep discussion in Murn's office. Eagly is walking around and seems irritated

Despite the efforts from Emilia and Clemson, they are ignored and you three continue into the discussion. Adrian seems fascinated and scared looking back and forth between you and Chris

When Adrian gets up, imitating what seemed an loud T-Rex, Clemson gets annoyed and followed close by Eagly and Emilia, bursts into the room.

"...that's why Godzilla would win against Megalodon" Adrian says, looking at you. Chris and him high five while you shake your head.

"I call it bullshit."

"So instead of worrying about the pseudo necromancer we are going to fight later, you all decide to discuss Godzilla and Megalodon?"

Murn seems done while you three try to explain this all started when you claimed sharks were the strongest animals on earth. The topic went to shark vs grizzly bears and passed on honey badgers vs Tasmanian devils. You chose Tasmanian devils and sharks while Adrian and Chris chose the other two and the arguing just got worse from there. Clemson looks at Emilia for help but she looks as done as he is.

"So what do you think Murn, sharks or grizzly bears? Just to let you know, grizzlies have an unlimited tank of oxygen and are allies with orcas."

"That is called cheating, Adrian."

Clemson doesn't seem surprised by Adrian's question or your reply, he is more disgusted. Clemson looks at you and when he notices your serious face waiting for his answer, he points at the door tired

"Get the hell out of my office. All of you."

During the whole day, you continue to discuss with Adrian. Peacemaker eventually gives up on participating in the conversation, complaining that Adrian would always eventually agree with you. The chosen targets now were Cthulhu vs Godzilla and Clemson was giving you dead eyes during the whole exchange.

"I am sorry Adrian, but if you can't see Cthulhu would destroy Godzilla we can't date anymore."

"Babe, we don't know if they could be friends in the bottom of the sea. Godzilla could befriend him and they could fall in love, marry and have babies? Then after ten years together when Cthulhu is sleeping at their marital bed, Godzilla strikes, bye bye Cthulhu."

"What about the kids? Besides what would Cthulhu possibly see on Godzilla? "

"I don't know. Cthulhu is all lonely at the bottom of the sea for I don't know how many years, a cute pre-historic dinosaur appears, flirting. Who wouldn't?"

"Cthulhu is the representation of fear and panic. He doesn't need love. Also, hold on, you find Godzilla cute?"

"Yes. You don't?"

"No."

"Well, we all know King Kong fell in love with Godzilla as well. Oh look, maybe King Kong would join forces with Godzilla to defeat Chtulhu?"

"Can't you two focus on the darn briefing?"

Later after the mission, Emilia watches as you and Adrian walk together to his car. Adrian was helping you to enter the car since you hurt your arm during the mission, bitten by one of the "zombies." It was hard to explain to Vigilante you weren't gonna turn into an actual zombie, there was no need for an intense search for a cure that didn't exist, and those people were just hypnotized to think they were actual "zombies."

Her eyes met with Peacemaker's and she decides to tease him

"Do you miss him? Your number one fan being your constant shadow?

"You kidding right? I am just waiting for the invitation on that threesome. But I am happy for them because Adrian is out of my ass. Also," he leaned over towards her, whispering "they look cute together, don't they?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they do."

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante x you #adrian chase fanfics #peacemaker fanfics #vigilante fanfics #vigilante #clemson murn #emilia harcourt #chris smith

278 notes · View notes

bokutokoutarou · 4 years

Text

@bitesizedgarbage asked: Head canons about the bois reaction to their s/o showing up at their doorstep at 2 in the mcfreakin morning. You know the bois love. And you know them well. :3

hehe ofc i do ;)

warning - everything is sfw but kuroo’s part is kind of suggestive oops

⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝

WHEN THEIR S/O SHOWS UP AT THEIR DOORSTEP AT 2 IN THE MORNING

— including tsukishima, daichi, kuroo, sugawara, akaashi & bokuto

masterlist

☆。*。☆。 Tsukishima Kei

His window was open, so he darted out of bed the moment he heard your voice shouting “Kei...Kei...Kei”

“Are you insane?” he asked you, opening the door to reveal himself in a baggy sweatshirt and boxers. “It’s two in the freaking morning — you’re going to wake up my whole street”

“A-are those dinos on your boxers?” you asked him, staring at the tiny green dinosaurs scattered all over the material of his shorts

“Uh, n-no...” he stuttered, his face turning bright red

They totally were

He felt like the biggest asshole on the planet when you broke down and told him that you had a fight with your parents and didn’t know where else to go

He gave you one of his sweatshirts to change into and he set up the couch for you to sleep on, but five minutes later he heard a knock at his bedroom door

“Kei...I’m sorry for bothering you, but it’s really dark and I’m kind of—“

“Come here” he told you, and within seconds you were curled up next to him. But after a couple of minutes, you two gave up on trying to sleep and ended up watching Jurassic Park together

“Do you want to watch the next one?” he asked you when the movie ended, but he let out a quiet laugh when he saw that you had fallen asleep on his chest

“Goodnight, stupid,” he smirked, pulling you closer to his chest before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep

Your boyfriend may be cold at times, but he does have a heart, and it only beats for you

☆。*。☆。 Daichi Sawamura

Daichi is so overprotective, so upon finding you at his doorstep at two in the morning, he immediately pestered you with a thousand questions at once

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“Did you walk here by yourself? That’s not sa—”

“Relax Daichi,” you interrupted your boyfriend, letting out a light laugh at his overprotective antics. “I’m only here because I can’t sleep”

“Oh,” he rubbed the back of his neck before breaking out into laughter. “Well why didn’t you just say so? Come in”

He grabbed you by the hand and guided you to the living room. “Here, just let me set up the couch and—”

“I kind of wanted to be beside you...” you bit your lip in embarrassment. Daichi was such a gentleman that he hadn’t even caught onto the fact that you didn’t come over to merely sleep on his couch

“Oh...” Daichi turned red, but his lips immediately curled up into a soft grin. “Sorry, I should have known”

It wasn’t long before you were snuggled up beside your boyfriend on his bed, your head on his chest and his hand rubbing small circles on your back

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” he whispered upon seeing you fast asleep on his chest, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hair

With the soft melody of his heart beating against your ear, and the warm feeling of his arms wrapped around you, it was safe to say that you never slept better in your life

☆。*。☆。 Kuroo Tetsurou

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Kuroo smirked upon swinging open the door and seeing you. “Couldn’t fall asleep because you were thinking about me?”

“Jesus Christ, Tetsu,” you sighed. “I had a fight with my parents”

“Oh...” his smirk fell from his face. “Well, uh, come on in”

He brought you upstairs to his room and tossed you one of his sweatshirts for you to change into. It wasn’t long before he suggested a couple of things for you two to do to take your mind off the fight...

“Tetsu, what the f-”

“I’m just kidding...” he grinned, letting out a light laugh before he bit his lip. “But my parents aren’t home, so we could if you wanted to”

“You’re such a dork,” you hit him lightly on the shoulder, and within a couple of moments you both burst out into laughter

“You know I was just playing around, right?” your boyfriend chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on, let’s watch a movie”

You two ended up eating nachos and watching Mean Girls in his living room (it’s his fav movie you can FIGHT me on this)

After the movie was done, you two went on an ASAP Science binge-session because he’s a total science dork and loves to watch those videos his free time (you’ll never admit that you enjoy them too though)

Maybe it progressed into something more, maybe it didn’t. Yet no matter what happened between you two, you were glad that your boyfriend was there for you when you needed him most

☆。*。☆。 Sugawara Koushi

Suga’s a light sleeper, so upon hearing you knocking on his door he got out of bed immediately

“[Y/N] ... it’s 2am,” Suga frowned, concern filling his warm brown eyes upon finding you at his doorstep. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry for waking you up, Koushi,” you apologized, “I couldn’t sleep and I...I just really miss you”

Suga.exe has stopped working

“A-are you alright,” you asked him when he didn’t respond immediately. “If you don’t want me here I can lea—”

“No, stay!” your boyfriend interrupted you, still red in the cheeks. “I missed you too”

You two didn’t end up going to sleep immediately. Instead, you ended up baking cookies (SUGA IS AN AMAZING COOK AND THAT’S A FACT), cuddling on the couch, and having a Disney movie marathon in his living room

Even though you and Suga had already seen most of the movies before, you both yelled at the screen dramatically every time a ‘plot twist’ happened

“PRINCE HANS, YOU EVIL F—”

You ended up falling asleep in Suga’s arms halfway through The Lion King, but your boyfriend didn’t go to sleep just yet

He ended up staying up all night with you on his chest, his eyes glued to the screen as he instinctively twirled your hair in his fingers

Your eyes fluttered open by the time Suga finally passed out, yet upon seeing your boyfriend sleeping angelically with his arms wrapped around your waist, you giggled softly and closed your eyes again

You ended up falling back asleep even though you weren’t tired, because the last thing that you wanted to do was to leave your boyfriend’s warm embrace

☆。*。☆。 Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi is actually sane and has a rigid sleep schedule, so needless to say, he was exhausted when you knocked on his door at 2am and interrupted it

“You’re aware that it’s two in the morning...right?” he yawned softly upon opening the front door. He didn’t even check to see if it was you — he just knew

“Yeah...” you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “I’m just too nervous to sleep. I have a big test tomorrow, and I’m really scared, and—”

“It’s okay, [Y/N],” Akaashi interrupted your nervous ramblings with a soft smile. “Just come in”

He brought you to his kitchen and made you both some tea, and although he was exhausted, he helped you go over the material you were studying.

After two hours of reviewing, you were too exhausted to function, and you were finally ready to go back home and sleep

“Thanks for helping me, Keiji,” you told your boyfriend after taking a final sip of your drink. “I think I finally feel better, I’m going to go home and—”

“Home?” your boyfriend’s tired eyes widened in surprise. “You can’t go home at this time — it’s not safe. And look at you...you’re exhausted”

“I-I’m not exhausted,” you lied, but an unintentional yawn escaped your lips at the end of your sentence. “Okay...maybe I’m a little exhausted”

You were truly drained from studying, so the next few moments were a blur. One moment you were in the kitchen, and the next moment you were snuggled up beside Akaashi on his bed, your arm draped over his torso and his arm on your back

You didn’t know how you had gotten there, but you did know that you no longer felt the need to go home, because Akaashi’s arms were your home now

☆。*。☆。 Bokuto Koutarou

"[Y/N]!” Bokuto’s lips curled up into a wide grin when he saw you at his doorstep at 2am. “Did you come here for a sleepover?”

‘Sleepover’...pfft, that’s funny. If you came to Bokuto’s house thinking you were getting any sleep, you were wrong because there was no way in hell that that was happening

Y’all made a pillow fort in his living room and blasted music, scrolling through tiktoks and showing each other memes like complete clowns...until you two heard a loud knock on his front door

“Listen,” Bokuto’s neighbour started to speak. “You’re lucky I’m friends with your parents and didn’t call the police because it’s four in the mcfreaking morning and I can hear your party from my bedroom”

Bokuto just tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Sorry, but we’re not having a party, we’re having a sleepover”

You internally face-palmed because your boyfriend was so clueless sometimes (but he’s totally adorable so it’s alright)

After the irritated man left, you and Bokuto went back to your fort and lowered the music so you wouldn’t get any more angry visitors

You let out a soft yawn, and you were about to suggest for you two to go to sleep when your boyfriend whacked you with a pillow and declared that you two were having a pillow fight

Your pillow fight ended up turning into a tickle fight, which somehow ended up turning into a playful make out session (you totally weren’t complaining though)

You and your boyfriend hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep by the time the sun rose, yet you didn’t regret going over to Bokuto’s house one bit because you had the time of your life

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #tsukishima kei #daichi sawamura #kuroo tetsurou #sugawara koushi #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #tsukishima kei x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x you

2K notes · View notes