#asylum zoo

[knightscanfeeltoo]

Oscar getting Ambushed by Wolverine but he Instinctively pulls out his Crest Shield to Block their Assault...

(Did you know that Wolverines are Part of the Same Family as Weasels and American Badgers???? I didn't know that Fact until I look them up and Of Course Google keeps Showing me Images of Marvel's Wolverine instead of the "Giant Weasels" I Searched For...)

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

oooh claudia going into the water even deeper than viren but soren doesn't go in at all ahhhhh

[mokhosz]

Heart of Jesus Club Camping, Zoo, Psychiatric and Rehabilitation Institute - Velence, Hungary

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[pompadourks]

I feel like Bruce would be much more attentive to the goings on at Arkham after his brief admittance. Sure he was aware the place was less then stellar which was why he was working towards creating a new institution with Harvey but after he goes off the deep end and they’re just stuck with it I feel like he’d make a point to donate plenty towards funding and such but until he meets John he doesn’t really have an inside source to hear about the more mundane issues going on so he starts to donate those things also. Random stuff like new board games or better lights and nicer chairs so there aren’t fights in the rec room over the ones in front of the TV. One of the things I love most about the Telltale Batman universe is how Arkham is depicted as a asylum which is a victim of Gotham’s corruption. Doctors like Leland seem to genuinely want to help their patients and make a difference but it’s difficult when Batman can’t exactly sneak in under the high security to beat up abusive orderlies so its is Bruce’s ground to attempt to make a change in.

[thestuffedalligator]

if you've enjoyed Portal 2, may i suggested a fantastic fan-mod story! Portal Stories: Mel. full soundtrack and everything

https://store.steampowered.com/app/317400/Portal_Stories_Mel/

This looks gorgeous! But I, uh. I don’t have Steam. I played the Switch port of portal. Still looks great!

[xalatath]

I was intending to go to college for forensics (specifically pathology but then my dumb ass realized I'd have to go to medical school to become a pathologist and I barely got thru normal school as it is) and the amount of "forensic psychology" bitches there that specifically cited their interest in true crime as the reason they were going into it like Let's cut to the chase shall we. What's your opinion on schizophrenics?

[okukura]

A SEARCH FOR MY ROBLOX GIRLFRIEND

at the ripe age of ten years old, heizou had already found himself a girlfriend. to be exact, his girlfriend was some girl he had found on roblox while playing roblox top model. unfortunately for heizou, his mom di not take this news lightly. fearing he was getting into dangerous situations, she confiscated his gadgets and grounded him, effectively making him loose contact with his beloved girlfriend. years later, heizou decides to rummage through his childhood bedroom and that ends with him finding his old ipad. deciding to log into his old roblox account, he finds messages upon messages from his childhood lover dating to months after he was grounded. now an adult, heizou is determined to find the person behind said account.

⭑.ᐟ a heizou x reader smau

⭑.ᐟ warning : might have ooc portrayals, lots of swearing, kys jokes, fem!reader, timestamps don't matter, somewhat innacurate descriptions of uni life, mentions of ittosara, kukifei, (🎞️) means its a written part!

⭑.ᐟ status : on-going w/ slow updates until may

⭑.ᐟ taglist : opened !

prologues — the start of it all

suspect profile – zoo runaways & asylum breakouts

case file 0 - heizous's so called detective book

case file 1 - gather evidence

01 . how exactly?

02. doxxing is legal

03.

[ravenstargames]

What kind of video game and/or board game do the LIs like ? What would be their favorite ?

✦ The LIs favorite videogames and board games!

✦ Amon: Would love Red Dead Redemption 2 and would pester Xal to play the online version with him! Also Skyrim, he'd be a freak. As for board games, he'd really like Bang! and Munchkin :^)

✦ Raeya: She'd love playing Risk or Cluedo! Videogames aren't her thing but she'd love playing adventure / mystery games like Syberia or the Sherlock Holmes ones!

✦ Gael: Story-driven videogames like Stray Gods, The Wolf Among Us, What Remains of Edith Finch, and the likes! Also Cities Skylines. Board games... he'd enjoy something like Rummikub or Scrabble, or Pictionary!

✦ Envy: To the Moon, The Witch's House, IB—but also horror games like Scratches or Asylum, old-school style. Doesn't quite enjoy board games, but would like Cards Against Humanity or silly games like that.

✦ Ara: Infinity Nikki, Zoo Tycoon / Planet Zoo, Stardew Valley, Fields of Mistria, My Time at Portia, Strange Horticulture... Would play something like Marvel Rivals with Xal. Board games—Uno!, Monopoly, Lobos de Arga (Game of Werewolves)...

✦ Xal: He'd obviously love things like Dark Souls, Elden Ring, Sekiro, No Man's Sky, Resident Evil, Halo—and a bunch of MOBAs and hero shooters. Also Warframe. Board games, things like Mansions of Madness or Arkham Horror!

✦ Father Pride: Err...videogames......not so much? Maybe Age of Empires or Animal Crossing? He also likes playing chess or domino :^)

✦ Cécile: no (but would play Call of Duty or Battlefield just to piss people off in PvP)

✦ Lázaro: Fire Emblem, Silent Hill, Baldur's Gate, Divinity: Original Sin...and a lot of visual novels! The House in Fata Morgana, Steins;Gate, Higurashi & Umineko, Ace Attorney (their favorite)... They enjoy classic boardgames with friends, like Trivial or Parchís.

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Freak Like Me

Jimmy Darling x felinehybrid!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, harassment, female violence, abuse/ CA, fluff ending, lil cringe maybe

“Mommy! Look at her!” Chirped the small child observing me like a zoo animal, a pure smile on her face as she pointed.

“Don’t look sweetie!” Hissed her mother, yanking her on the arm as she dragged her past me. Her glaring eyes darted between her enamored child and my face. I could tell the difference in the scorn between me and her child, even if I couldn’t prove it.

It's been 3 years since I’d been accepted into the Freak Show, the glares and scornful looks becoming custom to me over the course of my life. I was born a freak, just like everyone else. Everyday came new insults and reactions, and I never got used to any of them. But I learned to tolerate it. To ignore it and keep a smile, or a straight face. Everyone in the Freak Show was always supportive of me, comforting me and giving me a place that finally feels like home. But no one was a bigger comfort to me than Jimmy Darling.

Like me, he had an obvious malformation that needed to be hidden in public to be seen as ‘normal’ in society. He was one of the few people now in my life who I felt I could lean on the most. I felt he always had my back, and in return I had his. I’d had a crush on Jimmy for ages, his generous behavior and bold, friendly personality struck a chord in my heart. His love and protection for the other freaks, the ones who couldn’t fend for themselves as well, he beat the drum of my heart creating a stead-fast rhythm. As well as that cheeky smirk he dawned.

When I first met Jimmy, I expected him to make fun of me just like the other people in my life. He seemed like just the right asshole with his charms, flirts and overall charisma. Instead, he had this soft look in his eyes, something tender and special. I think we truly saw something in each other, a kinship. I was born genetically altered during an experiment orchestrated by the now asylum doctor, Dr. Arden. His sick experiments trying to create human abominations. And I was no exception.

He believed that with the agility and resilience of a cat, if he mixed feline and human DNA he could create a modified human with extreme agile abilities, hearing, smell and sense. His experiment ‘failed’ when I came out with only the behaviors of a domestic house cat and a set of cat-like ears and a matching tail. He kept me prisoner as a pet until I was 12, I was lucky to live that long with him as he originally planned to kill me, but couldn’t bring himself to do it as I was the only one of his experiments that didn’t turn rabid or died. I eventually escaped when I was 13, becoming homeless. The cups I held for money being spat into instead of just being ignored like the others.

Sometimes people would see me and instantly begin beating me up, leaving me wounded in the bushes. But it seems that cats must really have nine lives, because I lived to meet Elsa, who found me alone and battered in a ditch. Where she invited me to join her Freak Show. Where I met Jimmy, with his clawed hands.

A Lobster and a cat was quite an ironic pairing. Jimmy still liked to tease me from time to time, holding fish out in his hand and swinging it like bait as if I was dying to pounce on it. I’d just glare and cross my arms like I was tired of his foolish endeavors even though I quite enjoyed his little quips.

It was Saturday, a perfect night for the Freak Show. Elsa had managed to save the show for now with a few more acts added to the set, and a few new freaks added to the cast. I was included at the time. Our best show had 50 people show up, and our usual crowd is almost 20. Which is enough to get us all by for a while. Our balance usually runs out by the end of the month, but with consistent show times, it was a stable income.

Today I was asked to do fortune telling in place of Maggie, who (not so) unfortunately died in a freak accident. She was a fraud and ex-lover of Jimmy Darling, so a part of me didn’t feel much sympathy for her. I hadn’t known Maggie during either of our times at the Freak Show together, but I don’t miss her presence regardless. I just hated having been put with her job, feeling like a fraud myself. But Elsa insisted that fortune telling was quite popular, and with my cat-like features it was even easier to market.

I spent the whole night giving vague fortunes to anyone of any age. I mainly had children who were curiously fascinated by the flick of my tail and twitch of my ears. I spent more time answering their questions than telling their fortunes, which was sort of a win for me. I let some of the, granted less-greasy, children brush my tail for a moment before they shrieked and scurried back to their mothers like a flock of chicks.

In the corner of my eye I notice a dark figure standing in the distance through the open tent curtains, it’s tall and dons what I could only make out as a bowler hat and a long trench coat. When I squint my eyes to take a closer look, the figure is gone seemingly, as if I had just imagined it. It was getting late, and I felt sleep washing over me, but I hadn’t realized how tired I must have been until now. Imagining dark figures in the distance was quite unusual behavior for me.

I had begun to pack up the tent when I heard the soft swish of the curtains dropping, seeing the hazy moonlight disappearing in the enclosed makeshift room, illuminating only with the small candles and oil lamps dawning around the furniture to make it more moody. I quickly whip my head around behind me to gauge who just came in.

“Sorry, I’m closing up.” I said calmly, trying not to sound frightened, but I knew it must have been obvious anyways, my tail and ears always gave away my true emotions. Not to mention the bug-eyed look most likely plastered over my face.

I didn’t relax any further though when I saw a tall man standing there, he donned a brown bowler hat and a matching long trench coat. His hands tucked leisurely in his pockets. I noticed a small scruffy pre-shave beard on his chin, despite the tilt of his head under his hat hiding his gaze from me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, eventually turning my body to face him, getting in a stance ready to fight or run if I had to.

He raised his head and I could see the glimmer of his brown eyes, a deep droop in his lids and a small mustache upon his lip. He smirks amusedly at me.

“Yes, you can.” He says in a low, smooth voice. He was quite an attractive man, I had to admit. But there was something wrong about him, and I couldn’t place my finger on it yet.

That was until he took some steps forward and began to entice me with his words.

“What’s such a pretty feline like you doing here? When you could do so much more…you’re beautiful. You could be a model.” He smiles at me, like it was meant to be pleasant, but it only sent shivers down my spine.

I went into a defensive stance as I began to back away from him, but he only got closer, easily cornering me. I felt like an idiot for doing that, but I had no other choice. My breath began to shorten in my chest, coming out as sharp inhales, my heart fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest and pounding through my ears. I was getting dizzy with panic.

“Don’t be afraid, darling.” The man coos menacingly as my ears begin to flatten to my head. My words choked in my throat as I scream and thrash in my head, only coming out as burning tears in my eyes.

“Say….” He trails, glancing at my tail with a smirk. I freeze in place from his gaze and yelp painfully when he pulls at my tail.

“So, it is real.” He scoffs delightfully as if he almost didn’t believe it despite the clear movement.

“My…what a beautiful specimen you are, indeed…” He says slowly, taking his time with each syllable like a long breath. He reaches out for my hair and squishes it between his fingers, a new sort of mischievous grin on his face. One that is dark and disturbing and makes my hair stand up.

He starts to move his fingers to tuck my hair back behind my ear, but suddenly the curtains of the tent fly open and I see a familiar figure standing in the doorway with a look of sheer shock and surprise on his face that quickly turns into rage as he drops everything in his hands and storms over to the man. They’re almost the same height, so Jimmy easily grabs his shoulder to turn him and knocks a fair punch in his face. His deformed hand created what I assumed was probably a harsher blow than average.

The man instantly dropped to the ground, holding his now surely broken nose in his hand as blood seeped through his fingers like a river. He lifts his head to Jimmy and they just stare at each other for a split second before the man silently gets up and sprints away. Jimmy watches him run, practically huffing with anger before turning to me, his demeanor shifts and his breathing calms as he gives me a soft gaze.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a concerned, gentle tone. He doesn’t even let me answer before he swings his arm protectively over me and begins to lead me out of the tent and to his caravan.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He beckons, as if I wouldn’t follow him to the ends of the Earth no matter where we were.

As soon as he closes the door to the caravan behind us, the welled up sobs begin to climb out of my throat, thick and hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Jimmy instantly looks concerned and wraps me in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of my head as his large hands rub my back soothingly.

“There, there.” He says comfortingly as he lets all the emotions built up inside of me through the day wash over and spill. Holding me tight to his chest so I could hear the calm, melodic drum of his heart, beating lovingly for me.

The sound itself begins to soothe me, along with his tender massages of my back and eventually the storm of tears subsides. He removes his chin from the top of my head and loosens his hold a bit as he points his face towards me and gauges my expression.

“Feeling better?” He asks with a soft chuckle, a gentle smile painted on his face that swelled in my heart.

I nodded silently and threw myself into another tight hug where he began to pat my head.

“Jimmy…” I said, my words muffled by the clothes on his chest.

“Yes, Darlin’” He replied, our cheeky little inside joke.

“Can we cuddle?” I ask, my cheeks becoming a soft pink when asking, slightly embarrassed at the request. I didn’t know how he would answer, we didn’t have the cuddly kind of relationship. At least, not in my eyes.

To my surprise I feel him shift, a soft nod. “Of course.” He rings out in a soft voice and I felt as if my heart could have almost exploded from how hard it started pounding in my chest. A feverish pattering that rushed through my whole body with a light weight feeling.

Without another word we both stood in silence, unsure of what to do, before Jimmy started slowly leading us both to his bed in a slow walk. He sat down gently on the mattress first before scooting back and letting me crawl forwards over him, nuzzling snuggly into the crevice of his arm and resting my head on his chest. I was soothed again by the subtle rise and fall of his breaths, hearing again the rhythm drumming of his heart in my ear.

He strokes my hair gently with his fused fingers, petting the top of my head like a true house cat. A strange hum began to pull from my throat as he continued to stroke my head and ears, his other hand wrapping around my back and rubbing it in slow motions up and down my spine.

“Are you purring?” He chuckled sweetly when he noticed the low sound.

“N-No!” I blurt out, shy and confused.

“I didn’t even know you could do that.” He says, smiling and resting his head back down on the pillow.

“Me neither…” I mumbled, and he lifted a curious brow, dropping it and letting it go.

Despite the strange reaction he pulled from me with the massages, he continued petting me, each rub and stroke becoming stronger and more deliberate. I felt the urge to continue the favor, my fists kneading into his chest with hesitant nudges. He smiled silently to himself when he felt the soft press of my knuckles rolling against his shirt. My eyes gently closed, eyelashes splayed over my pink cheeks.

Lulled to sleep in his arms, we both fell asleep together that night, waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a comforting smile together. Things were surely going to be different around here now.

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[antennas-to-heaven]

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my name is eris, but you can also call me locust or lazuli!

19yo autistic artist

gendershell lesbian

i use any pronouns, but i prefer **it/its** and **neopronouns!**

current interests are jujutsu kaisen, madoka magica, item asylum, regretevator, yume nikki + ynfgs, ultrakill and art history

DNI if you fit the basic criteria (pedo/zoo/necro, transphobe, racist, zionist, the whole nine yards), are under 15 years old, you're a nsfw blog/consistently post nsfw, and/or sexualize minors and/or animals. id also rather not interact if you consistently dunk on bigoted ragebait on the tl

i'm very talkative but HORRIBLE at reaching out first, don't be afraid to send me a dm at all! ^^ thats all lalala

[knightscanfeeltoo]

Oscar was hoping that the Bear is just Scaring him away from their Territory but instead Charges Towards him...

(Do Real Knights actually Hunt and Fight Bears when they got Nothing to do????)

[witch1nghour]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   a few prompts based off settings found in dracula ( 1897 )   .  please   ,   like   or   reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .  

a  centuries  old  castle  .

a  ruined  castle  .

an  old  cathedral  .

a  fog  filled  cemetery  .

a  crypt  .

a  mountain  pass  .

a  steam  powered  train  .

a  horse  drawn  carriage  .

a  great  doorway  of  stone  and  iron  .

a  small  village  .

a  secret  passage  .

the  black  sea  .

an  old  estate  ,  long  empty  .

a  clifftop  abbey  .

a  shipwreck  site  .

an  asylum  .

a  physician's  office  .

a  wharf  .

a  grand  merchant  ship  .

a  dark  forest  . 

a  long  flowing  river  .

a  garden  zoo  .

a  dangerous  mountain  pass  .

a  coastal  village  .

a  dungeon  beneath  a  great  castle  .

[lauralot89]

So I just watched Bram Stoker's Dracula for the first time since I was a child and what is even the fuck

(I have NO idea how I watched this as a child, it must have been an edited version on TV because there is no way my parents would have rented it for us)

It's incredible really. Nearly every choice made in this film was the wrong choice, and yet it was wrong in ways that fascinated and delighted me

(I'm not including the costuming/sets/sound design as wrong choices, those were all great)

At one point, Mina is crying and Dracula touches her tears and turns them into DIAMONDS with the vampire turning-tears-into-diamonds power I guess I forgot they have

I have rarely seen such levels of camp in a movie that I think I was supposed to take seriously, but there you go

did Terry Gilliam ghost-direct every scene in the asylum, that shot composition was straight out of Twelve Monkeys

there is no earthly reason that this Dracula/Mina romance plot makes any sense, but somehow Gary Oldman and Winona Ryder made it seem almost believable

I think it worked for me because

a) Their meet-cute is Mina reading Dracula to filth for being a creepy fuck, roasting him for thinking that moving pictures are science, and only giving him the time of day because he has a sick ass pet wolf

b) The blood-drinking scene is straight up Mina being such a monster fucker it actually weirds out Dracula, he's like "No I love you too much to condemn you to a life of vampirism" and she's all "shut up and bleed"

also like

imagine filming that scene and just having to lick all over your coworker's chest for like a dozen takes, awkward

It's truly bizarre how this is both the closest film I've ever seen to the source material and yet also is full of noncanonical nonsense and everyone's personality is replaced by horny, how am I supposed to reconcile this

Highlights of the film for me:

The aforementioned costuming, sets, and sound design

The fact that all the effects were done in camera

Dracula randomly waving a sword in Jonathan's face

Arthur Holmwood is the Dread Pirate Roberts

Instead of Dracula breaking a wolf out of the zoo to throw at a window, the wolf just breaks itself out to hang with him

Vampire Lucy

Dracula has a turning tears into diamonds power

Mina is like YOU KILLED LUCY for fifteen seconds and then immediately starts demanding to get vamped in the very same conversation

Jonathan spent weeks as the brides' juice box

Gary Oldman being ridiculously melodramatic and half of his lines sounding like they were delivered on the brink of an orgasm

Dracula's ridiculous Peter Pan shadow

The closest I think any movie has come to the Dracula death from the book

Dracula crying blood, always wonderful

My Mom's Complaints

Everything

Seriously, like every fifteen minutes or so she'd ask why we're even watching this

During the "Dracula and Lucy fucking in the garden" scene she asked if this movie actually had a theatrical release, and if it was the biggest bomb of all time

She did not like Old Dracula's hair

She did not like his motivation for becoming a vampire

She did not like his wolf form or his bat form or his old form

My Grandmother's Complaint:

Van Helsing would not have been so cavalier and undignified in telling Mina and Jonathan about Lucy's beheading

[iconuk01]

Back in 1990, George Perez produced a stunning 12 plate portfolio of Batman artwork, including his covers for "A Lonely Place of Dying"

However, he also did a thirteenth plate for an edition which was only available from Warner Bros Stores (Remember those?)

And what a plate it was, Batman and Robin sneaking through a nightmarish Gothic... Cathedral? Asylum? Petting Zoo (It is Gotham City)

And the villains! Anarky, Catman, Joker, Catwoman, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, Ra's Al Ghul, Black Mask, Two-Face, Riddler, Clayface III, Scarecrow, Cavalier, Penguin, Tweedledee, Deadshot, Mad Hatter, Killer Moth, Tweedledum, Dagger and Dr Phosphorus (and I've probably missed a few)

[sanguinarysanguinity]

You know, I don't remember if I've ever gotten the director's commentary on Holocene Park? Give me the director's commentary on Holocene Park!

Holocene Park! That's a blast from the past! Do I remember anything about writing Holocene Park?

Some random things:

Holocene Park was inspired by the dinosaur Asylum Dinosaur Holmes film. While that film is a wild nonsensical ride that introduces kraken and dinosaurs into the Holmes universe, it also manages to be boring for great swathes of time. Also, there is barely any dinosaur in it! And I thought, I can do better than that.

All that mad-science stuff about how to genetically revert a chicken to a dinosaur? Was actual science that researchers were playing with at the time. The year after I published that story, there were some breakthroughs of genetically engineering chickens with dinosaur jaws or dinosaur legs. Google Jack Horner's Build a Dinosaur Project for more deets.

I wrote this during an era when I didn't have a good method for naming OCs, so I just lifted all the names from the ACD canon story, "The Creeping Man." I regret that now, as this story bears no meaningful relationship to "The Creeping Man", and there is zero thought into how I assigned names. (Don't try to pry meaning out of how I assigned the names; there isn't any.) The reason I went to "The Creeping Man" is because this story was a gift for @language-escapes, who loves dinosaurs and hates "The Creeping Man," and I'm an asshole.

(Later on I DID have Elementary x Creeping Man feelings, and wrote "Every Creeping Thing." Please see that if you want to see a proper Elementary take on "The Creeping Man".)

Some additional names are taken from Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, which was his own ridonkulous dinosaur adventure story. Again, there's no rhyme nor reason to how I lifted the names. Again, I view this as an artistic failure.

That whole bit in the first and second chapter when they're running around by headlamp underground, trying to escape a giant killer ostritch-dinosaur? Was inspired by my sense-memories of a day spent mucking around by headlamp in Ape Cave on Mt. St. Helens. (For good or for ill, we did not encounter any dinosaurs in Ape Cave.) (Nor did we encounter any non-human apes.)

I think this was my first foray into case-fic? That said, it's more of a an adventure story than a sleuthing story: there's not much here in the way of clues, deductions, red herrings, or the like. Just lots of running and screaming and hitting monsters with sticks.

I had a whole little sideline going for a while there of writing as-shippy-as-fuck gen for Holmes and Watson pairs, and this absolutely is a major entry in that sideline. How shippy could I make it without making it romantic? Can I make it even shippier than that??

Swans. I haven't had a LOT of experience of swans (mostly just the one that bit me when I climbed over the fence at the zoo to pet it -- in my defense, I was a ridiculously tender age.) But we had geese when I was a kid, and my brother and I had whole summers that we couldn't leave the house without a weapon because the geese would menace us so fierce.

One of my co-workers knew guys from the local bomb disposal squad. We've seen them handle explosive materials. It was not possible for someone to have less respect for a potential bomb than they did.

I established my "first half of the chapter from Joan's point of view, second half the chapter from Sherlock's" structure on a whim, but it served me very well. Especially when Joan got attacked by the swan. We all knew that I wasn't going to kill Joan, so it didn't make much sense for that to be a chapter cliffhanger. But to have it work out to be a pov switch cliffhanger was a marvelous piece of luck.

I had so FUCKING much fun writing those killer swans. So much fun. I kinda want killer swanosaurs of my own for pets. Surely they'd let ME pet them, yes?

I was GONNA have all the dinosaurs (but Presbury) die during the course of the story. But readers rose up in comments and demanded that I save them. So I rewrote the ending to send the ostrichosaurs to a dinosaur-sanctuary and get them the best medical care possible. While I was at it, I saved all the chickenosaurs, too.

The Gladys thing is lifted straight from the Dinosaur Holmes movie. iirc (and it's been ten years since I watched it), during the big villain monologue, it turns out Sherlock's name is not Sherlock, but some other perfectly normal thing. Which struck us as hilariously random, and I had to include that beat. But instead of leaving it as a random wtf (like the Asylum movie did), I built it into Joan's history as a domestic violence survivor.

For all that the main story is off-the-wall bonkers, I have some real and earnest feelings about domestic violence tucked away in there. This is pretty typical for me: crack in perfect earnest is one of my specialties.

Word of God: Presbury is gonna get up to SO MUCH screamingly loud cockatoo-mischief hereafter. And Joan and Sherlock will give him everything his little dinosaury heart desires.