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xoxoavenger · 8 months

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You Are In Love

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

summary: And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words 'Cause you can hear in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

word count: 2140

warnings: it's set in the 40s

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Bucky didn't want to have first date to be the Stark Expo.

It's not because he's a dick. It's not because he's doesn't have feelings for her. It's because he wants to geek out and he doesn't want to chase a girl away like that. It had happened three years prior, and it made him retreat into himself and hide it away on future dates.

So it's a good thing he and Y/N have been dating for half a year before the Stark Expo comes around.

She watches as he freaks out when a prototype jetpack is shown. She smiles when his eyes light up in excitement. She holds tightly to his hand and lets him pull her around the exhibits, nodding along as he explains things she doesn't understand.

"What about this one?" She tugs him toward a dark room with some cars in it; she knows how much Bucky loves cars.

"Oh, they have this one every year!" He catches up and starts pulling her now, the two of them walking through the colored cars in glass cases. Bucky is going on and on about them, telling her so many facts she can't tell which car he's talking about anymore. It isn't until they get to the projection room when they realize they're alone. The room is dark, the benches around them empty.

"This is my favorite date." Y/N grabs Bucky's bicep with the hand that isn't holding his hand, head resting against his shoulder. She couldn't care less about what the video is saying, only paying attention to Bucky.

"This is my favorite day. Ever." He squeezes her hand. She can't even say anything else before the video is telling them to look up. When they do, they realize they've been standing underneath a planetarium, the stars lighting up above them.

Bucky's not looking at them. He's looking at their reflection in her eyes, watching her expression of astonishment as the stars dance above them. And then he sees her shiver, and his hands are undoing the buttons on his coat. He had to let go of Y/N's hand, however, so she turns to him with a frown.

"What're you doing?" She asks, eyes lighting up when she realizes. He gives a smirk as he pulls the jacket over his shoulders and onto hers. It makes her cheeks heat, even in the cool hallway. She ducks her head.

"There ya go," He pulls her hair out of the jacket so it still looks good, which makes her heart race in the best way.

"Hey," She smiles as she thinks about what she's about to say and also because Bucky puts his arm around her shoulders and she can't help but lace her fingers with his as they walk. "What do you call dinosaurs who crash their cars?"

"Uh," Bucky squints at her, trying to figure out the pun. And he does, fairly quickly, but he's not going to ruin Y/N's fun. So he pretends to think for far too long.

"Tyrannosaurus wrecks!" She starts laughing, and he does too, because her laughter is contagious.

"Come up with that on your own?" He asks when they calm down.

"Of course!" She slaps his chest with her free hand, only adding to his laughter.

The fact that he's laughing at the joke that night as he lays down to sleep is something he doesn't want to think about, so he pushes it away. But alone, in the silence of his room, he lets just a small piece of hope in.

He still won't name it.

"Where are we going?" Her voice is soft because he definitely woke her up (one of the perks of her living alone is that he can call her at midnight because he can't sleep and wants to hang out with her). She had made them coffee, even though Bucky didn't need it, and then they were on their way around town.

"We're just driving." He tells her, going slow through her neighborhood.

"Okay," She seemed fine with this, smiling and taking a sip of her coffee. He can see the moon so clearly in front of him, illuminating the car. It's completely full, larger than he's ever seen it. It gives him an idea.

"Actually," He starts, beginning to accelerate. He has to pull his hand from hers to shift gears, but she simply folds their hands together on the shifter. He blushes at the gesture, hoping the moon isn't so bright that she can see him. "I think I have a better idea."

Bucky is thankful for the blanket he always keeps in the back of his car, because when he gets to the hill the grass is slightly damp. He lays it out for Y/N, who curls up against him as soon as he's laying down. With the blanket she's realized they are star gazing.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asks, voice soft and light. She's left her coffee in the car, and Bucky knows she's only had a couple sips.

"I guess." He answers with a sigh. She moves her head from his arm to his chest, an indication that she's going to fall asleep soon. Bucky's fine with that, always is able to sleep better when she's in his arms.

Another clue to the never ending list of reasons he feels the way he does about her.

"You can sleep." He can tell she's fighting it, trying to stay awake despite the exhaust she must be feeling.

"But what about you?" He hopes she can't hear the beating of his heart, but the way it's thumping makes her think that there's no way.

"Don't worry," He tells her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

They wake the sprinklers at six A.M., but instead of being angry, Y/N laughs. She gasps in some kind of happiness as Bucky pulls the blanket over her head to try and cover her, but the water is coming from all sides. She's pretty wet by the time they get in his car, but he's soaked.

"I'm sorry," He huffs out, starting the car.

"Don't be." She hits his shoulder with a smile.

And on the drive home, Bucky can't speak because the only words he wants to say are 'I love you.'

After multiple days of almost falling asleep at Bucky's house and having to leave her car there while Bucky drove her back to her place, they finally planned a night to spend on purpose.

They danced in the small living room, swaying to the soft music of the radio. They made dinner together and stayed awake in bed talking for most of the night, and when they finally fell asleep it was tangled in each others limbs.

When they woke up, Bucky was still asleep. And even though she had never stayed with him before, she knew this was huge. She knew he rarely slept, that there was no way he had slept through the whole night, but the fact that she was able to see him so peaceful made her almost giddy. She wished she could freeze this moment in time, somehow get a camera and take a picture without waking him up.

When the two finally arose from the bed, Y/N wearing Bucky's shirt instead of the pajamas she bought, they decided on a simple breakfast.

But then they were kissing, and then Bucky's hands were under her thighs and she was being hoisted up onto the counter, bare thighs erupting with goosebumps from the cold surface. The toaster pops with a small ding, but neither of them hear it. It's only when the smell of burning eps gets unbearable when they pull apart and realize the mess they've made.

It's stupid, but it makes Y/N even happier, the fact that Bucky doesn't get angry but instead laughs as he throws the eggs away. He takes a crunchy bite of the toast, which makes her laugh, and then decides they should just go to the diner near by. And while Y/N knows she has to change out of his shirt, she stuffs it in her bag anyway. If Bucky notices, he doesn't say anything, taking her hand before they're even out the door as they head out for a Sunday morning stroll.

And then she spends the night once more, because even though they both have work in the morning the day has been so perfect that they're willing to risk showing up to work late if it means getting to sleep in each other's arms once more. So Y/N takes another of Bucky's shirts, and Bucky makes them an actual dinner, and when they sit down all they can talk about is the park where they had set up a picnic at, the way Bucky sneezed endlessly until they left because of the pollen swirling in the air.

For some reason, Y/N finds it harder to sleep this night. She tries not to toss and turn, because somehow Bucky is asleep, but she feels guilty when the only comfortable position she can find is facing Bucky, his arms resting by his sides. She watches his chest rise and fall slowly and softly, takes in all the shades of his hair, the way his eyelashes touch his cheeks. She almost jumps when he stirs, but he's just moving to face her, eyes blinking slowly for a couple seconds.

"Are you alright?" She barely puts any sound behind the words, incase he's about to go back to sleep. But his eyes open more, and his face is strange, a kind of peaceful she hasn't seen him wear even when he was sleeping.

"You're my best friend." He tells her groggily, pulling her into him. He's out like a light only a second later, but Y/N's heart is racing. She knows what this means. She knows how big this is.

Bucky is in love.

She doesn't realize her feelings until they go to the local dinner and dance place a couple blocks from her apartment.

Most of the night had been swing dancing, something Bucky had taught her how to do the first night she stayed with him, and she enjoyed spinning and turning. She enjoyed the way her heart raced not only because Bucky was smiling at her like she put the stars in the sky, but also because the exhilaration of letting go and dancing was so thrilling it made her never want to stop.

And then the slow song came on.

It was one of the ones that was mostly instrumental, and she couldn't deny Bucky when he took her hand and pulled her in close. She had danced with Bucky many times before, but this time it felt different some how. His hand was on her back, hers on his shoulder and over his heart, where his other hand was covering. She leaned in close, the scent of him washing over her and making her feel safe, like they were the only two people in the whole world. She knows that even though they aren't alone, even though there are bad things, Bucky would protect her. He kept a picture of her in his wallet (something he would never admit to but Steve had told her when the two had first met).

And then she understood.

It was silent for a moment, while she realized what she was feeling.

She's in love.

She must have froze, because Bucky stops swaying, pulling them apart just enough that he can look at her face. She looks up at him, eyes wide, and he looks nervous for a moment. Before he can even ask, she's saying it.

"I love you." She mutters, barely over the music. The song stops, another swing song starting up. People are dancing wildly around them once more, but they're frozen, hands locked over his heart. Bucky smiles, the kind that Y/N has never seen, and it lights her up.

"I thought you'd never say it." He tells her, which breaks her out of her trance and makes her roll her eyes while pulling her hand from his shoulder and hitting him. He laughs as he pulls her closer with the hand on her back, pausing to kiss her forehead.

"I know you're in love." She tells him, which makes him laugh even harder as they continue to sway to the upbeat music, not a care in the world for the looks they're getting.

"I have been for awhile." He leans back once more, the two of them happily looking at each other. "I've loved you since the Stark Expo." He tells her, making her cheeks heat.

"Yeah?" She doesn't know what to say, settling for the unwitty remark.

"Oh yeah," They're slow dancing once more, foreheads against each other as their breaths mingle. "And I'll be loving you for a long time."

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#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #marvel imagine

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ya-boi-haru · 3 months

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YOOO

I'm reminding everyone of this banger of a remix - that every editior used back in its hype - cause god damn does it suit Fable smp rn

(Linked) The one from dark - Midnight tyrannosaurus (London nebel remix)

#it works so well!#in this essay-#fable smp #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fable smp songs

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g0thgh0ul · 16 days

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C. Can you please recommend me some dubstep artist?

Midnight Tyrannosaurus, Crankdat, Ray Volpe, Barely Alive, Tape B, Sullivan King, Level Up, Alleycvt, Perry Wayne, DJ Diesel, Excision, Kai Wachi, Kayzo, Black Tiger Sex Machine, Oddprophet, THERES SO MANY

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askthechronoverse · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

#character •||• the wildcard #unikitty #unikitty au

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neohowphinktams · 3 hours

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#Grimoire

#Spotify

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im-so-gravestoned · 2 days

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#gimme cardiac arrest with this song #SoundCloud

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rkibria · 1 month

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Perfect blue sky

“Sir, you better come have a look at this,” the sergeant’s voice rang thinly through the walkie talkie. Major Davison growled an affirmative and made his way to the lower levels of the facility. He knew the man well enough to know the sergeant wouldn’t waste his time frivolously; his escort carried a geiger counter which was clicking more frequently the further they descended, though it stayed at relatively safe levels. Small blessings, he thought. The soldier’s hadn’t removed the bodies of the scientists yet that had been working on the basement floor where the ill-fated experiment had gone awry. Whatever they had unleashed, it had damaged everything nearby; the equipment here looked melted, and even the walls looked scoured and pockmarked. In the middle of a melted mess of metal that must have been some sort of machinery Davison saw, incomprehensibly, blue sky through a large window the size of a screen door. He blinked, squinted, moved his head to see the apparition from different angles. The sergeant stood nearby. “You see it too, son?” he asked the younger man. “Yes, sir. Don’t know what it is, but it’s there. I’ve been looking at it for a few minutes now. You can see the clouds move,” the sergeant replied, sounding uneasy. Davison approached the window, brushing off the warning noises his subordinates made. It was as large as a ballroom double door, and on the other side were rolling hills overgrown with plants under a perfect sunlit blue sky. He checked his watch; it was almost midnight. “Sir!” the sergeant called out, pointing with a trembling finger. Davison looked on as a damn dinosaur walked into the picture, bigger than an elephant and covered in spikes. A few weeks later, and still only a few people in the world knew about the window into the past that had sprung up in the bottom floor of the facility. Palaeontologists that had been shown drawings of the animals and plants they’d observed gave them a rough estimate of eighty million years ago; their window went way, way back. As they’d found out, it was one way for matter. They could push through objects, but nothing could return; just as well, Davison really didn’t want to deal with a Tyrannosaurus loose. A scientific miracle, but of no obvious military use; his orders were to keep it under wraps. The situation in Cuba was deteriorating rapidly; the tension was palpable everywhere in the country. Davison’s hopes that the bigwigs would find some solution were dashed one dark day when the sirens rang and he knew it was all over. He’d made preparations; they didn’t have much time. He ushered his wife and children through the portal, looked back at the other soldiers and their families pouring through carrying equipment and guns, until a bright flash obliterated the window, incinerating several people before it disappeared. Davison breathed the ancient air, and in the distance the horrors of a bygone age roared.

#flash fiction #fantasy #weird

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uneasylisteningradio · 3 months

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East and West January 19, 2024

listen on Mixcloud

The Undertones - When Saturday Comes Herman's Hermits - East West

DJ speaks over Louis Armstrong - West End Blues

Wire - Map Ref 41 Degrees N 93 Degrees W The Ex - Map The B-52's - 53 Miles West of Venus Syndrome 81 - Toujours à l'ouest

Statuesque - West Again Giorgio Murderer - Beat Up the West Coast Camera Silens - Est/Ouest Humousexual - Go West Bohannon - East Coast Groove Kalashnikov - Berlino Est 1980

DJ speaks over Reducers - Spaghetti Western #6

Ultravox - Fear in the Western World Dead Moon - Fire In the Western World Candy Machine - Nerve Central Big Star - Way out West (Alternate Mix, 1973) Oliver Sain - Eastside Blues

DJ speaks over Bo Diddley - Travellin' West

Jawbreaker - West Bay Invitational Dischange - The Godblessed Western Way The Just Measurers - Go West (E.T.a.) Juana Molina - Al Oeste London Dri - Western Skies Erik Nervous - Alligator Facing East

DJ speaks over Duke Ellington and His Washingtonians - East St. Louis Toodle-oo

O Level - East Sheen Water Machine - Hot Real Estate Lead Belly - Out on the Western Plains WarlocK - East Meets West Althea & Donna - The West Brak - Na Bliskim Wschodzie Tyrannosaurus Rex - Eastern Spell

DJ speaks over Reducers - Spaghetti Western #6

Voigt 465 - A Secret West Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Midnight Band - Western Sunrise Proletariat - Westernization Gordon Bok - Western Boat

DJ speaks over Taifuns - The West Wind

The Clancy Brothers - The Men of the West

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anthropictales · 4 months

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What's in a Nom de Guerre?

"So before we do this, tell me, why do you want to change your Title?" Lord Dark: Obliterator asked his youngest lieutenant.

"Some of the kids at school thought it was lame, they called it cringe, and sad." said Destructor Tyrannosaurus Supreme, fidgeting in their over-engineered armored suit.

"Ah. I see," Obliterator said.

"We could change your name, kiddo, but, first..." he beckoned, leading the youngest of the Council of Dark towards the halls in the legacy Fortress of Dark built by the Original Lord Dark, back when he wielded the Darkblade, and the Council of Dark ruled the Bi-state passage and the northwestern stretch of I-22 with impunity.

The Hall of Ambition was lined with newspaper articles, some printed, some projected on screens, tv news segments playing on loop, footage from dozens of eras of history, photos lined the walls, objects, some intact, others mangled beyond recognition, sat in glass cases along both walls...

here was the history of the Council of Dark, a potential treasure trove for prosecutors.

He started at the back, a life-sized photo of the Darkblade alongside trophies of Lord Dark at his earliest, news articles decrying the actions of the super-terrorist who styled himself 'Lord Dark'.

"Kid, there are many kinds of evil in this world. you know that, yeah?" the older villain asked.

Tyrannosaurus nodded.

"Good kid. what makes us different from the banker who denies loans to black folks, or the pharmaceutical company that prices the poor out of life-saving medicine, or the fascist dictator with his army of tanks and bombers, or the real estate company that evicts people, and leaves houses empty for a tax dodge?"

"I dunno."

"Good. I will tell you. The difference is that most evil adheres to and manipulates the law for its own gain, hiding behind a pretense of rationality.

the meanest drug dealer and gangster imagines themselves some kind of businessman or community member, and the random murderer and predator either follows an ideology or an obsession.

the worst criminals do not attack strangers, but those under their supposed care and control, and abuse the law to keep that control.

We are not common criminals, monsters or other such pathetic creatures. we are not lawmen or government agents, not businessmen with an odd hobby. it is creatures like that that desperately seek public approval, the approval of those around them, and fear most of all being embarrassed.

Cringe is their word. not ours.

Cringe is something they fear, because they are not supervillains.

My protege, we are more than them, because we do not rely upon others, upon secrecy, upon reputational dodges and bullshit for our rep, we earn our reputation on the strength of our accomplishments, the power and consequences of our deeds.

Your grandfather, the Original Lord Dark, couched mere sedition and" Lord dark curled his lip in disgust, "Bigotry, in the costume of vaudeville and theatrics, relying on the very ridiculousness of being "Lord Dark" to turn suspicion away from the family." he strode down the hall.

"The first Dark Claw did us a favor, taking the Darkblade and thus, him, out of the picture so the council could form as it now is.

But we keep the name, because once people learned to fear the name, it lost the siliness that would normally accrue to such an overwrought name. your father is Duke Tenebrous the Deranged, your grandmother is the Voice of Shadow, I am Lord Dark Obliterator, your aunt is the Shadow At Midnight.

Too many, these names would be cringe, too. silly. are we cringe or silly?" he asked.

"No, you're scary." Tyrannosaurus said.

Obliterator snapped his fingers. "Exactly. our ridiculous names stopped being funny because we do things that give us a reputation. and so it is, that we continue the tradition, the ridiculous names and costumes, because we care not what ordinary folks think of us, until we earn that reputation.

It is not your place to bow to the dictates of the common culture, Tyrannosaurus. you are not just a criminal, not a petty thief or pathetic white-collar looter, but a supervillain! "

he turned to face his protege. "Your place, is to defy the common man, laugh at their attempts to impose limits upon you. it is your place to punish the world for the temerity of telling you you shouldn't call yourself whatever you damn well please.

and," he knelt down, putting a hand on Tyrannosaurus' shoulder.

"When the time comes to pass the mantle of Lord Dark on, I would be stoked for my successor to be someone as badass as Lord Dark Tyrannosaurus. we can change your name if you want, but I want you to ask yourself, if you truly want to change your name, or if you are changing it because some silly little kids at school laughed at it, not knowing the true might of the one who wears it."

#short fiction #supervillany #presentation!

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harryglass · 9 months

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Edward Evans (You dig?)

Part One He never does what he is told! Edward Evans, 10 years old In bed one night, said: “I insist I’ll be an archaeologist. I’ll dig for buildings, dig for gold Be rich at only 10 years old! I’ve got a spade, I’ve got a tent– I’ll find lost cities! Excellent!” At half past midnight, off he went! Found a spot to pitch his tent, Raised the spade, switched on a light, And scraped, and scratched, and dug all night. “I’ll dig for buildings, dig for gold, Be rich at only 10 years old! Ah-ha! What’s this? My spade has bent! I’ve found a city! Excellent!” “A city’s been here all along!” But Edward didn’t smile for long. “It’s not a city?” (There’s a shock) In fact it’s just a strange-shaped rock. He used his spade and chipped away Then whispered: “Woaahhh!” for there it lay– No city sprawled at great extent; Just one pale bone…“Excellent!” He never does what he is told! Edward Evans, 10 years old Delicately brushed away The dirt and stones, and yelled: “Hooray! A skeleton, from toes to jaw... A fossilised dinosaur!” Which kind? The tiny forearms meant… “Tyrannosaurus Rex-cellent!” At that, the skeleton sprang up! It stood there like a well-trained pup And wagged its bony tail, and said: “You spoke the magic code word, Ed! I am 65 million years old And I’ve learnt to do as I am told For one whole day – and then I’m spent.” Edward shouted: “Excellent!” To school next day he marched his prize– His friends could not believe their eyes. Edward said: “Let’s have some fun– Bite the teacher on the bum!” The fossil crept, the children beamed– It bit his bum – the teacher screamed! It went wherever Edward went. “Wow!” kids shouted, “Excellent!” It pinned the bully to the floor It scared the scary dog next door It roared and stamped along the streets Till shops gave Edward bags of sweets. His parents went to bed in shock So Ed watched films till 12 o’clock. It went to sleep when Edward went: “Tyrannosaurus Rex-cellent!”

Part Two Edward’s sweet and pleasant dreams Were shattered when he heard some screams; He woke to hear his mother shout: “You bony little creep, get OUT!” The fossil (65 million years old) No longer did what it was told. It saw the cat and followed it And opened wide and swallowed it. The cat was fine, I tell no fibs– The cat jumped out, between its ribs! At that, the skeleton looked up: “I need some more to fill me up!” Away it clattered, through the door, Eating everything it saw– It ate the neighbours, stuffed its snout! But every neighbour fell straight out. “I did behave for one whole day But now I won’t! I’ll hunt for prey! No meals for 65 million years– These children taste so good, the dears! And all their fluffy doggies too! Their bikes are tough and hard to chew But Granny’s soft, all wrapped in wool!” It ate her up and wasn’t full. Edward Evans, 10 years old Commanded: “Do as you are told! Stop eating! Naughty dinosaur! Put that baby down! NO MORE!” But it wagged its bony tail, and said: “You’ll need the magic code word, Ed!” The baby looked at Ed and blinked. The fossil opened wide, and winked… Edward Evans did lament That nothing had been excellent Since fossil dino stopped behaving– Edward felt like ranting, raving. It wagged its bony tail, and said: “So what’s the magic code word, Ed?” Ed yelled: “WAIT! That's it!” (He winked) “Tyrannosaurus, you’re Rex-tinct!” It stood quite still, from jaw to toes– The spell had worked! The fossil froze! Edward promised: “I insist I’ll be a palaeontologist! And now I’ve learnt, at 10 years old It’s nice to do what you are told. I dig it now! 100 per cent!” Edward Evans! Excellent!

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thedrag0nking · 9 months

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Somewhere around the north of Gensokyo a maquis corporation camp filled to the brim with outsiders who migrated and rescued from the outside world still in war placing the outsiders of the outside world in their camp offering them food, water, shelter in tents all while quarantining the females as this land is currently suffering from the outbreak which only infects the females. There is too many civilian outsiders who're suffering from loss, grief and injuries from the outside world. Medical care was needed for the situation as they try to calm and line the civilians up in order not only the tending of their wounds but also trying their best to help everyone else the best they can but as they continue to help and assist survivors of the outside world, out of nowhere a large bipedal dromaeosaur, no doubt a carnosaur genetically man made by maquis appeared leaping on top of a woman whose month's pregnant disembowling her stomach eating her baby while more of them showed up all along with the said carnosaur whose eating the now unborn infant as the mother watch in terror and despair in her eyes as they eat the rest of the woman, barely alive. Many of the carnosaur swarm in packs pouncing and killing many of the outsiders and the maquis corporation's soldiers overwhelming them in sheer number. They tried fighting back but their resistance against a whole horde of genetically modified deinonychus is futile and their survival is slim. The sanctuary is now a massive and very gruesome feeding ground full of carnosaurs tearing apart and dismembering every single survivor in the area from men, women and children none were spared.

As the catastrophe continues a few snipers from the watch tower trying their best to snipe down and eliminate as many of the carnosaurs as they can even trying their best protecting the survivors but the carnosaurs are too fast and agile for them to get a clear shot which lead to them missing a few shots and even accidentally killing both civilian and squad mates as the situation here is now dire and far beyond their control as a few of these carnosaurs climbed ontop of the towers sneaking behind the snipers killing them, things have begun to get far worse as big momma showed up into the scene. The tyrannosaurus Matriarch the one who asexually reproducing these creatures by the thousands joining her children for a midnight snack devouring and consuming a few survivors in a single powerful chomp many of the civilians along with few soldiers remaining alive try to evacuate the survivors but in the sanctuary no one gets in or out in what is now carnosaur territory as the rest of the pack hiding out through the shadows of the bushed emerged from the shadows and slaughter the last remaining survivors for the matriarch let out a roar through the night sky as her children not only have a great feast but also a new nesting ground to lay her eggs and reproduce more into the world. The carnosaurs stacked and pile the dead to one big pile of dead bodies for her and the rest of her children to feed for later. Despite their victory this is the only the beginning as the night has just begun. No one safe from both the virus and the carnosaurs they have made to defy nature, and now nature strikes back.

#{ Musing: Carnosaurs }#{ Extinction Is A Thing Of The Past }#{ The Massacre Of The Outsiders }#SoundCloud

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