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Hello my loyal followers and friends!

Due to my recent activities, I’ve decided to archive this account. I still love Jurassic World, this fandom, this character, and all these people I’ve come to know. It’s just that my time as a young adult is being taken up by other things; school, looking for a job, and social duties. I’m sure you guys will understand and I hope you’ll still consider following my other rp blogs behaaviorist and tyyrannis, which will hopefully remain active. See you there!

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Zach shouldn’t be back here , he really shouldn’t. He is though , and hes looking at the raptors with this sort of awe in his eyes. There never was an appeal to dinosaurs to Zach , but being this close to the raptors specifically , there was. It was then , watching them , that he noticed that Blue was struggling more than the others. It made Zach frown alittle as he slowly moved toward her. “ Hey girl. “ He said softly as he got in front of her. “ What’s wrong? “  

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Her large, bright amber eyes sharpen and swivel to look at the one who spoke her name, before then looking at her nose and twisting her head in the steel bars. Itchy. Itchy real bad. She whines softly and sneezes, bot breath bating through the air. She’s not as concerned about the human boy as she sould be, but that’s because she’s distracted. 

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Owen eagerly sweeps her up in his arms, hefting her up higher off the ground and giving her a spin. “You’re welcome,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to one of the flower petals before setting her down.

The other girls are still yawning and stirring, cuddling closer to each other and squeezing their eyes shut. As the alpha, it’s up to Owen to take care of everyone, to steer them in the right direction, to wake them up. “C’mon, up and at ‘em!” He swoops down and lifts Charlie and Echo up, slinging them over his shoulders as he gives a playful growl. When they squirm around enough to make him tumble to the ground, he lets them slip off his back into the soft leaves. “I didn’t forget you–,” he growls to Delta, latching his arms around her in a bear hug, taking playful, false swipes at her as he rumbles out a soft roar.

“Are we awake now?” he laughs, smoothing out Delta’s hair and replacing their flowers. They grumble and whine in mock upset, but eventually settle, yawning and stretching. “The vets are coming today,” he announces cautiously. Charlie is afraid of the vets, Delta is belligerent with them, Echo always tries to hide–no one in the paddock enjoys this day. There is a collective sigh, a groan. “I know, I know. Just try and be good girls, okay?” He waits for them to nod. “Go and wash up.”

Owen rises to his feet, embracing Blue from behind. She is so thin and small–her head just reaches his heart. “Claire’s coming today,” he warns. In a trait possibly learned from Owen himself, Blue is prone to jealousy. There has been more than one incident where she got dangerously snippy. “Just remember who I really want.” One hand snakes down her hip and he gropes her ass, laughing into her hair.

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Blue nuzzles his neck eagerly and squeezes him up tight. She loves Owen differently, and it’s good, because she thinks he loves her that way too. He’s always been just a little more intimate with her, just a little softer. She feels special, int hat way. 

As he wakes the others up, Blue grabs one of the big hoodies they’re given to share and wear. But this one is just her’s and Owens, since she hordes it, and it fits loosely over her slim body. Then she brushes her hair back with her fingers, admiring both of the flowers he gave her and petting their velvety soft petals. Blue loves pretty things like this, and always wishes there were more of them around the pen. But hey, maybe if she plants them...

Owen comes up and hugs her, making her purr out loudly and lean back into him. She’s almost certain, these days, that they’re more. She’s always been searching for the right word when at last it came to her; mate. She’s his mate. and he is hers. Blue belongs to him. 

Not like she would ever let anyone else own her anyways. 

“Yeah?” She doesn’t like Claire. Claire had given Owen suspicious looks, and spent an awful long time talking to him alone. she knew no normal person would really understand them or want them in a, well, mate-ish way... But still. She felt jealous. The younger leans her head back and looks up at him. “I’ll try to be nice. I promise.” He wants her. Blue blushes a little, smiling softly and touching her nose to his throat. He wants her. 

Blue suddenly moans, loud and sharp, back arching. Then she blushes. 

He just-  “Owen!”

Blue turns bright red, not really knowing how to react other than her surprise, which makes her get embarrassed and shy. She looks down and smiles to herself, hiding under her hair. 

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ASK NOT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY CAN DO YOU FOR YOU

ASK WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY

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From the moment she was born, Owen was there. A sweet male like her, with big happy eyes and a toothy grin. At frist she’d been afraid, clinging to Barry their handler. But after a moment of staring at Owen, the other cooing and chirping and trying to get her to relax, she smiled. Actually, she blushed and smiled, bashful. From that day on they were inseparable. Where OWen went, so did Blue. When Owen got sick, she laid with him and caught what he had, suffered with him. When Owen went to sleep at night she joined him, always caught up in his big hands and strong arms, her sisters piled in close beside them as well. A happy family, if a little small and lonely, at times. But she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

She can’t really describe it, sometimes. She loves all her siblings equally, not one is better than the others, but sh has a sort of... deep connection to Owen. He’s the alpha, in charge of them, always attentive and protecting them. But whenever they’re just looking and he gives her that smile, that sort of affectionate coo- it makes her gut twist. 

It’s a feeling she chases.

Tonight she’d found a way to cuddle up with Owen against her back, arm laid over his and Echo’s legs tangled up with hers. They sleep like that no matter how hot it gets. After all, it’s the jungle, out here. But she doesn’t mind if they wake up sweaty and sticking to each other. She dreams of a good hunt, and after all her twitching and dream-running Blue calms. In her mind she is lounging with Owen, a full belly and a happy heart, a world all their own with no walls.

When she wakes, it’s to his voice calling her name. She smiles before anything else, shifting to turn her head into the leaves they’ve lined their nest with and roll onto her stomach. Something soft and delicate is in her hand, and she peeks open her eye to look. A flower. Beautiful pink, vibrant, in full bloom. Blue shoots up and into Owen’s arms, suddenly all happy coos and little nuzzles.

He got her a flower. The prettiest flower of them all. 

The younger is smitten, face red and her free hand wrapping around his middle. “Owen.” She chirps into his neck. “Thank you, thank you.” 

There are few things Owen loves in this world more than his pack.

After spending a little more than a year confused, frightened, and alone, Blue came along. Beautiful and tiny, nearly a foot shorter than himself, Owen adored her instantly. After her came Charlie, then Delta, and at last, Echo. He had a family to love and protect. Nothing could make him happier.

He wakes slowly to the sound of Blue cooing in her sleep, tangled and held close in his arms. Grinning widely, he coos back. The other girls are quieter, prompting him to prop himself up on his elbow, sniffing and squinting in the fading dark. Charlie, Delta, and Echo are fast asleep, somehow all laying on each other. 

Slowly, gently, he pulls away from Blue to stand, stretching and sniffing the early morning air. The sun is just beginning to peek through the dark, casting sparse light into the paddock. Not that it matters much. Owen doesn’t need light to see.

He’s seen them once before, and wishes desperately that he’d picked them when he had the chance. They were bright and beautiful, a startling shade of pink. Sticking to the perimeter of the paddock, he sniffs and feels the ground for traces of the flowers. He catches a scent, perking up to chase it, only to stumble upon a cluster of blue blooms. Oh well, he sighs, leaning down to pluck a handful. The other girls will like these, at least.

Deciding it’s still a little too early to wake them up, Owen stops by the lake to take a drink and wash his face. He scrunches his nose up at the feel of his thin dusting of facial hair, rubbing his chin with the back of his hand as he lets his mind and gaze wander.

He almost misses it.

There is a burst of pink against the green of their paddock on the opposite end of the lake. After a double-triple-quadruple take, the smudge turns into the shape of a flower. It takes everything in his power to not cry out in excitement as he leaps up and runs the perimeter of the lake, swiping up a handful of the flowers. 

Much too excited to wait any longer, Owen makes his rounds, twisting blooms in the girls’ hair, giving soft coos and short trills to ease them awake. He saves Blue for last, tucking one flower behind her ear and placing the other in her hand. He coos longer and softer to her, nuzzling her awake. 

“Blue–”

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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                                “ Bυт I'м Jυѕт α Soυl Wнoѕe Iɴтeɴтιoɴѕ Are Good ”

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                            “ Oн Lord, Pleαѕe Doɴ'т Leт Me Be Mιѕυɴderѕтood ”

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What do you mean this is not what really happened?

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Owen’s father adores Blue. His father, the combat veteran, the hardened Navy SEAL, the man who’s laugh could go unheard for months, cried when Owen asked him to give Blue away. At first, Owen thought something was wrong. But then his father started laughing. The only word he could coherently say was “Yes.”

Owen hears people beginning to gather outside, yet he lingers in his tent, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against one of the pillars. His father joins him, grinning from ear to ear. “She’s beautiful,” he tells his son. 

Owen nods, grinning. “I know.” 

Lost for words, as is easy and common for him, his father claps a hand on Owen’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. He straightens, clears his throat, and brings his fingertips to his temple. Owen swallows and reflects the salute. He holds this stance as his father adjusts his numerous medals, straightens his starched white jacket, and covers his hair, a shade more red than his son’s, with a dress cap. “Should’ve worn yours,” he murmurs.

Father and son embrace, Owen relaxing at last. His father’s medals are cold and heavy. He pulls away, gripping his shoulders. His eyes are already wet. “I am so proud of you.” The words hang for a moment before he laughs lightly. “Get out there. Can’t keep her waiting.” Owen echoes the laugh, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Owen strolls down the aisle, feet sinking into the sand as he gives short greetings and smiles to the guests. He jokes with Zach, ruffles Gray’s hair, gives Barry thanks in struggled, laughable French.

And suddenly, everyone is silent.

Owen’s jaw drops disgracefully at the sight of her, eyes widening. She is perfection and beauty, a vision come alive. She is also, still, remarkably small. Realizing how much he’s gawking, he covers his mouth, turning red. He is so lucky. He is so, so lucky.

He gives his father the most composed salute he can manage before taking Blue’s hands. His eyes travel over her, taking in her tiny frame, her dress, her glow, her smile, which he can’t help but return. He laughs lightly. “You’re blushing.”

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The way he looked at her- It made Blue feel so embarrassed. She can tolerate a crowd staring down at her in a cage, all but naked in front of them, living like a wild animal. She is comfortable with Owen bathing her, fully naked and in awe at the bubbles. Hell, she’ll even let strangers, vets, touch her like that. But put her in a pretty dress on a beach in front of only a dozen or so people, and she feels like the whole world is looking on at her. So strange.

His hands reassure her, though. big, calloused, but warm and gentle. He doesn’t need to be; she could break his fingers on a whim.

“You too.” Blue mumbles at him with a smile. But he looks so confident. So pleased. Blue can’t wait to be married to him. To have a gold ring like that man at the park. To have him as her husband, in recognition of everyone- She wants to squirm. The man unifying them is a small, older gentleman in a casual suit. she looks over at him as he begins, speaking of all the things a marriage means to them, both as people, and as animals. She likes that notion. They don’t shy away from what she is; they embrace it. They acknowledge it. Then it’s time for her to say her part. 

Blue wishes so badly she had the paper with her. Instead, she recites by memory.

"I was born wrong." 

The words sting. "Unnatural. Unreal. I'm two things never meant to cross. And I fumbled. I grew into a creature of instinct and impulse. An animal, a raptor, an attraction. I had no guidance in my world. I was born screaming and crying and alone. But i wasn't alone for very long." Blue smiles a little softer, feeling her throat get tight, eyes burn. She’s put her heart into these words and now realizes how nobody could understand them like Owen will.

“Like the sun, you were warm, and you bathed me. You nourished me, taught me, protected me, and then led me. And then at our darkest hour, you forgave me. Not just for my actions, but for who I am, and what I am made of. I no longer feel unnatural or unreal, or wrong, or shameful. I feel alive. I feel human."

"I feel like I belong. Without you in my life, none of that would be possible. I love you, and will always be beside you.”

‘Till Death... Blue|Owen

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Anonymously send me "♡" + a url and I'll kiss whomever it is.

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New person. New person outside the cage. Blue quirks her head, sitting in the shade with a piece of clay in her hands. 

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cute ladies and monster boyfriends reblog if yes

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Blue growled softly and low in her throat, feet shifting other side of the steel wall, tugging against her restraints. She got bit on her nose by a mosquito; 

it itches.

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Owen is initially slightly wary of letting Blue have beer. There was no telling exactly what she would do. After some pondering, however, he decides that Blue is much more mature than anyone who looked her age (in her own way), and that her metabolism is probably too high for her to get drunk. So he caves, allowing her to sip at a bottle while he grills up some hamburgers. 

It’s when he takes his first bite that she says it.

“Hey Owen…will you marry me?”

Owen coughs, nearly choking on the piece. “What?” Blue doesn’t respond; she knows he heard her just fine. He takes her in for a long moment, wondering if she’s drunk. But her eyes are clear and he can’t remember a time where she’s ever spoken so surely. “Yes–of course, Blue. Yes.” They nod. He finishes his beer.

Now, he is shrugging into a vest, styling his hair with slightly less reckless abandon than usual, and wanting desperately to see Blue. Claire, a stickler for everything and unquestionable queen of all, insists that Owen not see her before the wedding. Using his cellphone for the first time in an age, he dials Claire.

“How is she?”

“Beautiful, of course.” A pause. Owen can hear her smiling. “She’s cried once already.”

“She’s–she’s crying? Is she ok–,”

“Yes, Owen. She’s okay. Are you?”

“Yeah–yeah. I’ve never been this happy in my life.”

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Bue can hear Owen’s voice through the phone, training her ears to take reassurance from his tone. He’s worried about her. Blue smiles a little, though she’s dabbing away tears delicately as they speak. She’s so ready to marry him. Really ready. She’s been ready ever since she’s heard that word. 

Married.

After a while she calms down, and she can hear people beginning to really gather outside the tent. and she panics only a little more before taking one deep breath. Stop this. You’re a grown woman, You’re a predator, a hunter. You can do this. She gives Claire one last big, firm hug, before stepping out of the tent with her. There was no father of hers around to walk her down the aisle, so they substituted with Owens. The man was kind, in his own elderly way, and showed in his skin and eyes that he too had seen horrible things. Served, just like Owen. 

They walk to that classic song she’s only heard a few thousand times in rehearsal, and she tries her best not to look down in her bashfulness. Her dress is long, loose in the soft wind. Her hair billows too, and her veil is all but a halo behind her. She thinks for a moment how annoying the sand is going to be- Then sees him.

Owen. Alpha. Her fiance. 

She feels her throat close up because he looks so handsome, so happy, so alive, as opposed to that day on the island. She wants to run to him. But she takes her time, gripping her father in law’s arm and taking a deep breath. 

Her husband to be. In just a few minutes. Beside him Barry, Zach, Grey. She Turns to Her father in law as he lets go of her arm, letting him kiss her forhead before turning and handing Claire her bouquet. Then she stands before Owen, red as a tomato and smiling like a damn fool.

‘Till Death... Blue|Owen

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Melody had a hard time staying cool, lately. Sure, /she successfully retrieved and returned this man’s engagement ring, consoled him on the matter, and became his friend. But Just this monday she realized she was starting to have feelings for him. Like, ‘you’re really hot and sweet and smart’ feelings. And Melody hadn’t dated since high school. So here she is, sitting at lunch with him once again, pretending to be occupied by a chart right beside her. 

She looks over and smiles. “Y’know, I never have...” The younger takes the spoon, grinning as she scoops up a small bite. Ice cream is always amazing. She hums with a nod. “Delish.”

Oh god, he’s smiling at her. Heart please calm down.

♛((thirsty for this ship suddenly))

♛ Our muses sharing a dessert

Jack smiled over at the woman that had caught him feeding the velociraptor only days before. She’d seem taken with him, but he knew it had to be some girlish crush that young women found with men of middle age, and he was on the fast track to it, just turning forty last week.

“Have you ever tried a hot fudge sundae,” Jack asked as he pushed over his plastic sundae cup towards her.