#velociraptor 1000

[en-wheelz-me]

[quirkle2]

my fav pets from cs :) [please zoom in . pl ease]

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[silverspleen]

For reference that’s why Jurassic World makes me insane.

[chrome-barkz-aac]

Disagree. 1000 tactical velociraptor to your location.

[alphynix]

It Came From The Trash Heap (We Don't Talk About Kholumolumo)

A wastebasket taxon is what happens when species can't be easily classified and instead get hurled into a "catch-all" category.

…But that's not the only kind of taxonomic tangle that can befall a new discovery.

When a scientific name is assigned to a new species, but it isn't given a corresponding formal description and type specimen, it becomes a nomen nudum – a "naked name". Without a proper description and assigned holotype the name isn't valid, and the new species isn't technically accepted by the wider scientific community.

This has even happened to some surprisingly famous names. In the 1920s Velociraptor mongoliensis was briefly given the nomen nudum "Ovoraptor djadochtari" before getting its much more familiar name when it was officially described. Meanwhile the giant pterosaur Quetzalcoatlus northropi was stuck as a nomen nudum for decades, only finally getting a proper published description in 2021.

And there's another particular long-standing nomen nudum that became mildly infamous – "Thotobolosaurus", the "trash heap lizard".

Discovered next to a literal trash pile in the village of Maphutseng in Lesotho, a few scattered and broken bones of this "prosauropod" sauropodomorph dinosaur were first found in 1930. But it wasn't until the mid-1950s that a more extensive bonebed began to be unearthed at the site, and over the next decade over 1000 fossil fragments were collected.

In the mid-1960s the remains were initially classified as belonging to Euskelosaurus browni (which is now considered to be a wastebasket taxon), but just a few years later in 1970 the "Maphutseng Beast" was re-evaluated as a species new to science. It was referred to as "Thotobolosaurus mabeatae" – based on the local name of the discovery site, "Thotobolo ea ‘Ma-Beata" (trash heap of Beata’s mother) – but this name was never actually formally published.

Despite "Thotobolosaurus" being an undescribed nomen nudum it nonetheless went on to be repeatedly referenced in scientific literature over the next few decades, and appeared in several popular dinosaur books (even as recently as 2020!).

In the mid-1990s it was alternatively named "Kholumolumosaurus ellenbergerorum" in a Ph.D. dissertation, with this name derived from the kholumolumo, a reptilian creature in Sotho mythology, and the Ellenberger brothers who worked on the site. But this also didn't count as a formal publication and instead became a second nomen nudum for the species.

Eventually, 90 years after the first bones were found and 50 years after the debut of the name "Thotobolosaurus", this long-neglected sauropodomorph was finally given a proper published full anatomical description in 2020.

And it also got a third name, this time officially valid, based on the second one from the 1990s: Kholumolumo ellenbergerorum.

For something associated with trash for so long, Kholumolumo is actually now one of the most completely-known prosauropods. At least five different individuals were present in the collected fossil material, possibly as many as ten, and between them most of the full skeleton is represented – with the exception of the skulls, which are only known from a couple of small fragments.

We now know Kholumolumo was rather heavily-built, with chunky limb bones and unusually short shinbones. It would have been one of the biggest animals around in the Late Triassic (~210 million years ago), measuring at least 9m long (~30') and weighing around 1.7 tonnes (1.9 US tons), but despite its size it seems to have still been bipedal.

Due to the highly disarticulated nature of the bones the fossil site may have been a "bone accumulation area", a place where dismembered bits and pieces of different carcasses were regularly carried to be eaten by a predator or scavenger – essentially a trash heap, fittingly enough. A couple of "rauisuchian" teeth have actually been found among the remains, which might indicate what was chomping on these particular Kholumolumo.

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[aaccultureis]

aac culture is having a board of positive statements and affirmations to tell yourself when you can’t say them with mouth words.

aac culture is also having the motor plan for “1000 tactical velociraptor to your location” memorized

Yess!

[ill-say-this-fast]

Hi! Idk if you're still taking scarletsilver/maxicest asks but I'll just shoot my shot I guess.

Idk if I'm alone in this or not but one of my biggest maxicest headcanons is that if Wanda didn't magically create her twin babies... she still would have had them... with Pietro. (Ya know what I mean).

I know, I know, I know. There's plenty of reasons why it sounds illogical. BUT! I feel like if Wanda never loved Vision (or just said "frick it" and just elopes with her brother) or if she really really REALLY wanted to have babies (the 'traditional' way) and asked Pietro... you know that man is 1000% gonna go with whatever his beloved sister wants whether he likes it or not.

Another reason why is because I want them to raise my boys Thomas/Tommy and William/Billy. Especially our lil speed. Baby boy deserves all the nice things. We already see how Wanda interacts with her boys as their mother-not-mother. But imagine if Pietro was their actual dad and how he would interact with the boys?? So many possibilitiessss

And if Wanda and Pietro did raise them, they would also train/mentor Billy and Tommy with their powers early on which would probably make them more powerful or at least more in control in their powers.

Anyways, sorry for the rant! Just wanna know what you'd think of this headcanon of mine and anything you'd like to add really! :)))

I'm never not taking asks, thanks for sending this!

i love having them all as a family. for tommy especially. the kaplans are good parents, but tommy never got to have that and that sucks because wanda loved him so much the whole time and ughh they could have been happy. i would love more wanda and tommy stuff in canon or otherwise. but i also love pietro being more a part of tommys life. not sure if pietro is more competitive or concilliatory with him? bit of both probably. seeing himself in tommy and whether that creates friction or pride or pity.

like in 616 i feel like they have major old cat vs new hyperactive kitten energy and idk if that would be the same if pietro helped raise him from birth but i do love it. pietro's slightly put-on long suffering exasperation and tommy's overwhelming need to annoy this one guy in particular but underneath pietro's really fond of him and tommy's looking for attention and for someone to appreciate him and care that he exists. but they should also get to have stupid fun at high speeds (and together cause i imagine its usually pretty isolating).

in 616 i go with the headcanon that billy and tommy are pietros genetically, like wanda made them as if they were his, but it was still done magically and he just had to see it from afar. theyre the children she always imagined having, the ones she really wanted. so i have no qualms about just making them fully biologically his in AUs, its the way the rebirths and subsequent life experiences affect their personalities that i have to work around.

im working on (slowly) a 616 post childrens crusade fic where the two of them sort of readopt tommy. and they form this kind of nuclear family but dont talk to each other about it really because theyre all afraid the others will reject it. 100% happy ending they get the family they were supposed to have eventually.

also something i probably wont write but have as an idea. a very lighthearted fox xmen au where billy and tommy exist and theyre like 12-14 and pietro (peter i guess) has to keep juggling his job of Saving the World(tm) with dealing with whatever bullshit the boys have done. like the phoenix force is out of control and we need to do something to stop jean from destroying the world, but billy really wanted to see a dinosaur and now theres a time rift in the garden and pietro cannot let his coworkers find out about his children and their godlike powers, so he's bouncing between some really deep placatory conversation with jean and trying to find enough cages to put all the velociraptors in before wanda gets home and finds the house in a mess.

[akashigadabi]

Soft Yandere AFO x Consenting GN Reader Story Masterlist

(Updated in real time as needed)

Last updated 03/15/23—more updates pending.

Last updated 03/17/23–more updates pending.

Last updated 03/21/23

Last Updated 6/14/23–Happy Pride

Dance With The Devil & Captivate His Heart—Find the entire series (same Reader, not in chronological order) on Ao3 here.

There’ll Be Hell To Pay — After you come home in tears with a visible bruise on your cheek, All For One comforts you and promises to “take care” of the offender. Tumblr. Ao3.

A Giver, A Taker — All For One showers you in gifts on a regular basis, but today he has a special gift for you. It’s not something you’re expecting, nor is it as sweet and innocent as it seems. Tumblr. Ao3.

Not Even Bleach Can Save It — Some things not even bleach can save. Especially with this much blood involved. Tumblr. Ao3.

Messes Happen — Sometimes messes happen, even with someone as meticulous as All For One involved. Tumblr. Ao3.

Spicy Alphabet Soup with All For One — NSFT Alphabet, All For One Edition™️. Aka a complete version of the NSFT Alphabet for All For One. An account of his sinful nature from A-Z. Tumblr. Ao3.

Blood Debt — Betrayal strikes you when you least expect it, resulting in you receiving a stab wound before you manage to escape. Suffice to say that neither you nor All For One feel particularly forgiving of the perpetrator. Tumblr. Tumblr. Ao3.

Heartsong — It’s late, and you’re listening to All For One’s heartbeat in the darkness and silence of your room. Tumblr. Ao3.

Starfall — While stargazing with All For One, you see a falling star. Tumblr. Ao3.

Lovebug — After a shit day, you just need All For One to hold you. Tumblr. Ao3.

Homebody — All For One asks you to move in with him. You say yes. Tumblr. Ao3.

Healthy Admiration (Thirst and Elation)— An arrogant young yakuza leader insults and threatens you, and All For One reacts as poorly as expected. Tumblr. Ao3.

Talk Shit Get Hit (aka A Fatal Accusation)— You just got off the clock, so you exit the bar to go home, only to get harassed by a drunk man who knows one of your most carefully guarded secrets: your romantic and sexual relationship with All For One. Consequences follow. Tumblr. Ao3.

In the Care of a Demon King — You fall ill and forget to check in with All For One, who rushes home to take care of you. Tumblr. Ao3.

A Is For Aphrodisiacs—All For One obtains a Quirk with an aphrodisiac effect and he wants the two of you to try it out. Suffice to say that things get a bit out of hand. Tumblr. Ao3.

B Is For [Redacted]— [Pending] Tumblr. Ao3.

C Is For Cockwarming— All For One wants to try cockwarming and you’re more than happy to oblige. The thing is, he miscalculated how well he can handle it, which is not well at all. Tumblr. Ao3.

The Villain You Don’t See— Villains are a bit like velociraptors. The Villain that goes unseen is the one everyone should worry about. Someone probably should have warned All Might about this before he personally offends you by half-killing your husband. Or: All Might, the number one hero, is searching for a successor to pass on the legacy of One For All. Unluckily for him, his greatest enemies—including the furious spouse of the man he maimed—are more than aware of this fact. Tumblr. Ao3.

This One Sparks Joy— Slice of life snippets of Reader, All For One, and their family. <3 Fluff prompts for the soul :) All snippets are between 100 and 1000 words but no more. Enjoy~ Tumblr. Ao3.

Darling’s First Body — When you dirty your hands for the first time, you’re not sure what to do with the mess after the fact. Luckily, you know someone who does. Tumblr. Ao3.

Light So Bright —

Sun Kissed—

Doppelgänger —

Caffeinated—

Little Dragon —

Tongue-tied —

[myers-meadow]

A little goes a long way (House of 1000 Corpses)

Title: A little goes a long way.

Summary: This is my second chapter in the House of 1000 Corpses AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Blinky is Fang's OC. In this one, Doe Eyes finds her footing in the family a little, relationships are formed and she is left with enough to think about as time moves forward. First person POV following Manon "Doe Eyes", my OC.

My first piece of writing in this AU is here. Immortal-velociraptor has done quite a few more about Blinky and their family life, and they are the most wonderful pieces - I hope I did it all justice.

Warnings: none.

Hope you enjoy! <3

Dividers by calanthesfeuillemort and firefly-graphics.

After I was spared, owing my life to Blinky’s kindness and grace, the tension was not yet resolved. All members of the family, except Blinky, tested where my weaknesses laid in their own specifically torturous ways.

Mrs. Firefly made me clean, which was a relief. To busy the hands is to quiet the mind, as my grandmother used to say. While doing one task or the other, Baby would come in, spill a bowl of cereal, or put her dirty plate on top of the clean pile, and say, ‘You wouldn’t mind cleaning this up for me, would you sweetie?’ Her giggle resounding in my ears as she walked away.

Captain Spaulding, who was mostly fine, unconcerned with the pecking order unless when challenged, but had fun making me believe I’d committed a terrible slight against him anytime we talked – then laughed and backed off. Just joking. It made my heart beat terribly in my throat, fearing yet another fight Blinky would have to save me from. One day I’d learn how to deal with him, but goddess knows it's not gonna be anytime soon. Good thing he was away at the gas station most days.

Rufus, or RJ, who was, as his mama called him, ‘shy’, but would block my path any chance he got. Tiny was much the same; quiet, only poked me to see if I’d bite and losing interest when I didn’t. He felt that his basement girls were enough for him. Perhaps I wasn’t his type. He never understood me when I spoke, but I learned a few quick signs, of simple things, like ‘meal’, ‘mama’ and such.

Gramps, with his white hair, was a hothead, but yielded easily to any other. He kept to himself and to his favourite shows on the telly. Bringing him a beer was the least of my worries. He had the wildest stories about a ton of different things, but I never knew if I could believe any of them. I made the mistake of repeating one to Spaulding and Mrs. Firefly and they laughed at me for believing him, but then followed up with another story that sounded even less believable.

Besides the tension, there were the high notes, often involving Blinky – who was fun to be around. They let me stay in their room, where I slept on the bed when they weren’t sleeping. Their chaotic sleep schedule allowed me more rest than I had gotten in the weeks prior – but Baby had a habit of entering unannounced and jumping onto the bed to wake me. She never meant ill-intent as far as I could tell – just liked to play a little rougher.

The most glad was when I got my stuff back. They retrieved everything from the trunk of the car we came in; being surrounded by my own things was the greatest comfort. As the days were filled and I wore my own skirts and blouses again, the nights were spent with Blinky and Baby. They hung out together the most, listening to records, watching old movies on the telly, while I sat back and watched them do each other’s hair and make-up.

“Hey Doe Eyes, lighten up,” Baby laughed, sitting on Blinky’s bed, passing me the blunt that I immediately handed over to Blinky. I’d wanted to go to sleep an hour ago, but now that they were here, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Yet, it was difficult to be annoyed when their giggles were so infectious and they were having a truly good time.

Trying to hide my awkwardness, I reached for the matches on the nightstand, struck one, “Like this?” and lit one of the unlit candles on the floor.

Blinky giggled, and Baby joined in, slapping me lightly on the knee. “You’re funny, you know that?”

“You have to come closer,” Blinky said, patting the spot next to them. Somehow, even after sharing the same room for several days now, it was uncomfortable to get too close. “or I can’t braid your hair.”

“Please be gentle,” I said, as I scooted closer. It was a mid-sized bed, but with all of us on it, it felt cramped. In an attempt to make the brushing to smoother, I finger-combed some of the worst knots out before Blinky could grab the brush.

“It’s silly to be so scared all the time, you know,” said Blinky, before starting on my hair. They were gentle, for as far as was possible when the tangles are unexpected. Gentler than my mother ever was. Baby cocked her head at us as Blinky braided down, a smile on her face that unsettled me.

“It looks good on you when it’s loose too, you should wear it down more often,” she then said, which was so unexpected it flustered me.

“You’re really pretty,” was all I could think of to say. “I could tell James was really into you. Before you killed him, I mean.”

She let out a hearty laugh. “Sure was, huh.” She reached over to hand Blinky a hair tie. It was a tighter braid than I usually make, but they probably wanted to do it really well. It was comfortable. “He wasn’t very nice to you, though.”

“He wasn’t the worst either,” I flatly responded. Not rude enough to earn getting tortured and killed, at least, is what I wanted to say.

“Nevermind that, how are things with Otis?” her tone was teasing and light, but I’d never dare mistake it for good intentions.

“With Otis?” I repeated.

“Yeah, silly,” Blinky gently pat my shoulder, “He’s not that mad at me, so he must be glad you’ve been staying.”

“I haven’t seen him much,” I said. “Other than during dinner.”

“Oooooh,” Baby drew out the sound as she took another drag, puffing smoke out that hung heavy in the air. I’d have to open a window before I sleep, or the smell will linger. “I’m sure that’ll change soon.”

“Why?”

She just shrugged. “I know my brother and I can tell he’s getting antsy. Little antsy-pants Otis. He gets like that, y’know. Yeah, see, Blinky knows. But it’s nothing bad, don’t worry your little head over it, Doe Eyes.”

Despite Baby telling me not to, I did, in fact, worry.

To keep my mind off of it, I asked Mrs. Firefly what needed to be done that day, she just said: “Aw honey, ain’t it already clean enough?” and that she was going into the town that day and was visiting neighbours.

After breakfast I baked simple cookies, stamped out by using a glass, for her to take with her. I left some on the nightstand for Blinky, to make sure they were safe from the other hungry mouths of the family. Since it had been a week or two since I changed the sheets, I started in the master bedroom, working my way to the other end of the hall. Blinky and Baby were still sleeping. Tiny slept in the basement, but they seemed to always take care of their own, so I was unsure whether or not I dared go down there and intrude.

Otis’ bedroom door was open though, the black marker paintings on the walls greeted me from afar. I’d familiarised myself with them enough to dream them up; the face next to the one with the cowboy hat, which was right by that spot that had two knives still stuck in the wall. The room was messy. The bed was undone, there was blood on the floor (some mine, some was already there). My palms itched.

The desk was strewn with books opened up on top of each other, one pile had sank sideways across the other piles of books, a few dirty plates and glassed standing on top of those.

I sighed. This was the one area of the house I didn’t clean. The one space I didn’t want to enter. But my need to be productive and prove my worth won, so I trudged down the stairs with heavy steps, to first get the supplies I needed and carry the dishes back to the kitchen.

My heart beat the whole time I was surrounded by those walls. With the windows open, it was a bit better, a bit less dizzying. First, dishes; then the desk pile; then the sheets.

A chuckle from the doorway. “Hey little lady,” his voice was smooth, almost pleasant. “It’s a surprise seein’ you here.”

Still shaking the duvet out from the cover, I turned around to face him, feeling like a kid caught entering her father’s study. “I’ll leave,” and I dropped the sheets, moving to go past him.

With an arm on the door frame, he blocked my path. It was less intimidating than I anticipated, similar things were a daily occurrence from several of the family members.

“Ah, so soon? Was thinking it’s nice to see you.” He sounded sarcastic. I debated whether I could duck under his arm, but feared he’d just grab me – preferred not to escalate this to something physical.

When I didn’t answer, he continued. “You don’t have to be scared anymore, Doe Eyes. Not after Blinky took you under their wing.” He chuckled. “You’re family now.”

He moved from his spot by the door and shut it resolutely behind him.

“Was thinking about you, you know, the past week’s been pretty rough.”

“Rough, how?” I echoed, reflexively.

“I’ve been blocked, mentally. It’s terrible, terrible,” He moved through the room with the gait of a panther, at ease, confident. “For a guy like to me to longer be able to do art? All sorts of things start going wrong. Remember how great it felt when I finished the big installation a few days after you arrived? Nothing like it. It's hard to do art when no one cares.”

“Blinky loves seeing what you make.”

He gave me a look intended to silence me. “You know what I mean. You know about art, youaren’t concerned with fakepleasantries.” He almost spat the words. That’s what our ‘good times’ were: him showing me his sculptures and paintings as I sat bound in the chair. After the first day, the fear numbed me, and I dared voice my opinions more and more, critiquing each piece relentlessly. It was genuine, but worded unkindly to get at him and piss him off – just to negate the powerlessness of my then-daily existence.

My brain ran a mile a minute to think of the quickest way to resolve this and to be able to leave. Clicking my tongue, I said: “Well, show me then. Show me what’s gone so bad.”

He raised his eyebrows just slightly, picking up on my annoyance. “No need to be so high-strung, missy, it’s just some art.”

I breathed in deep, trying to get myself under control. Just to make him believe it was all fine and I didn’t wanna tear the drawn-on wallpaper off the wall.

“Where’s my chair?” Otis said, shaking me from my thoughts, looking around his room.

“Oh, uh, I threw it out.” I grimaced, motioning to the open window.

He stepped over, leaned over his desk to see the chair, broken, laying in the grass outside. “I’m sorry – I just got so mad when I looked at it, and there’s still blood on the floor where I sat, and I hate looking at these walls but I know the drawings by heart now and-“

Otis grabbed my arms. “Hey, hey.” Like calming down a wild horse. “Focus on me.”

Odd-coloured amber eyes became the centre of my vision, the rest was fuzzy. Slowly there was his hair, the brown and red of his flannel, the wrinkles in his forehead. I breathed deep.

“Alright, little miss, let’s go to the kitchen, then.”

The statue stood on the kitchen table, made of clay. It was… an interesting little blob of materials.

“You intended to paint this?” I asked, breaking the silence. “It’s a little dull in grey.”

“Hated it so much that I decided it ain’t worth the paint.”

“Yeah, good call,” I said, before grabbing the statue. It made an underwhelming noise as I dropped it on the tiled ground, and stomped on it, not caring that the clay stuck to my socks a little. Then I picked it back up. “Think it’s best you just start over and repurpose the material.”

Otis raised his eyebrows at me, before picking sock fibers off of the chunk of clay. Not that it had much shape before anyway. “You could have just said so.”

“I’ll get you the bowl of water to soften it up again.”

Otis insisted I sat with him, on a new chair, in his room, back to the wall I used to face, and guided him as he reshaped the ugly clay blob.

“What were you going for with it?” I asked, although I immediately regretted speaking as it brought his eyes to mine. My heart skipped a beat each time I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of his gaze.

He hummed, took his time in answering, chipped a few pieces of clay away with one of the tools strewn around his desk. “Hmm, a siren. Or a ship made of feathers instead of wooden planks.”

“Will you paint it?”

He was quiet again for a while before answering. Art calmed him. “Colourful, blues and greens and purple hues.”

“If you add too much colour, you’ll distract from the texture of the scales and feathers.”

He didn’t respond, silence made the occasional crackle of a candle audible. The way the wool of my skirt rustled as I bounced my leg.

“Blinky’s been happier since they got you to stay,” he broke the silence, not looking up from his work in progress.

“That’s sweet of you to say. Blinky’s brilliant. I like them, something about them is very… disarming. They’re smart, funny, endearing. I feel like they never had a good big sister before – but perhaps I feel too responsible again.” I chatted idly, watching Otis’ hands as he worked. It was almost nice to watch such a brutal man in the middle of creating something pretty, it felt like sharing a secret – even though everyone knew about his art.

“Blinky has that effect on others, yeah.” Was that a smile tugging at the corner of his lips? “Bet Baby’s still having ‘er fun with you. Baby’s a bitch, but if she likes you, you’re good. She likes whoever Blinky likes. They been treatin’ you nice?”

“Both of them have a habit of waking me throughout the night, but it’s fine. Blinky never sleeps, don’t understand how they’re this energetic despite never sleeping. I keep forgetting to ask Mrs. Firefly if there’s a spare closet space or something somewhere. Perhaps I can put a mattress in there and have some restful nights.”

Otis looked up and put his sculpture down. “That’s nonsense. I have the old bed in here, used to be RJ until he grew like a bear.” He points over his shoulder to something I just then could see was a bed: a simple metal bedframe, brick red sheets on which piles and piles of junk laid. There were books, clothes, art supplies, chunks of clay or wood; and candles on top of each semi-steady stack of books. “I’d have to clean it up, of course.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. It seemed like an unusually kind thing of him to offer his space to me. Suspicious.

He shrugged. “Well, you’re not getting Mama’s extra closet space, she uses it for her robes, or Baby has it for her costumes, so it’s the best thing I can think of.”

“Alright, thanks.” It felt foreign to thank him. “I’ll discuss it with Blinky too, but I appreciate it.”

He laughed, stood up to make his way over to the spare bed, slapping me on the shoulder as he went. “What are you – a diplomat? Just do as you like, Blinky won’t mind as long as they still get you to themselves for some of the day.”

I stood up too. “It’s not Blinky I’m worried about.”

He raised his brow at me, still grinning. “Oh, me? You’re worried about sharing a room with me.” He seemed genuinely offended. What audacity!

“Don’t I have reason enough to be wary of you?”

“Not anymore, missy.”

With great annoyance, I noticed how much he was enjoying this conversation. Clenching my fists and letting long nails dig into my palms helped me keep my voice calm. “That old blood stain by the nightstand is mine. And so is that one by the door.”

He gave me a look as if to say ‘are you serious?’, and raised his voice: “you were the one who cut me first! You were trying to get away.”

“Oh, forget it,” I said, making move to leave. He spoke more, words reaching me before I could get to the door.

“You have a choice now, y’know, you can be difficult all you want to spite us, but it won’t make things better for you. Or you do what you can to help yourself out and make living here a little easier– starting with a good night’s sleep. Up to you.”

And I firmly shut the door behind me.

[house-of-slayterr]

What if I Rebranded from Immortal Velociraptor to House of Slayter?

Since House of Wax and House of 1000% corpses are two of my favourite films of all time-

And my last name is Slayter….

I think it sounds more grown up, and vague enough that the people of YouTube won’t get the reference (YouTube doesn’t understand us Slasher lovers and they’re really mean about it 😭)…

What do we think?

Tag: @mothmans-kingdom @queer-and-utter-chaos @emeraldfangs @x-littlemoth @beoneofus @luv4fandoms @visceravalentines @joelsgeetar @oceansrose2002 @ajarofpickledtears @willowbrookesblog @myers-meadow @disableddee @frenziedslashers

[en-wheelz-me]

[bylightofdawn]

I finished ME3 and whelp that end game was a fucking SLOG. OH MY GOD. It never ended. I ended up going with Control because I am a weak-willed paragon player at the end of the day. I will probably reload my save if I can and experiment with Destroy tomorrow though. Even though I did a shit ton of side-missions I guess my military assets still weren’t enough. I blame the fact I didn’t know the Reapors would breed like fucking lice and I prolly should have spent the first day just scanning for as much materials as I could because I did 95% of the side-missions that didn’t require scanning and I was only like 6000+

Fuck. My. Life.

Okay so my hot takes are as follows: I still love Shepard/Garrus. I was very heartbroken to break Kaidan’s heart by picking the sexy velociraptor over him.

Also, Garrus never gave me shit for picking up with Cerberus and I get why people dislike Kaidan. I still think his pluses outweigh the minuses and I am thinking of doing a m!Shep only trilogy playthrough where I romance him cause fuck I love war buddies falling in love and watching a friendship shift into something more trope. -cough cough- I’m looking at you Cortez and Vega. -cough cough-

Garrus also kinda reads as ver young and emotionally immature in a lot of ways. Like Shepard was definitely the first serious relationship he ever had. Fucks sake, this man’s idea of a date was to go and shoot things on top of the Citadel. And he cannot be smooth to save his poor Turian life. 

But that’s part of his charm, if I’m being honest. However compare that to the heartbreaking and emotionally vulnerable moments Shepard and Kaidan have, you can definitely tell the developers were more invested in that romance.

I ABJECTLY REFUSE to acknowledge they did my bae Kal’Reegar like they did and fucking offed him in a fucking email. N O P E. Sorry, rumors of his death are greatly exaggerated and he will drag his wounded ass home and surprise Tali by being alive. I will accept no other canon.

I fucking ship the hell out of Liara and Javik even though Javik is a super not-cool colonizer/ at times outright misogynist and I don’t know how I feel about this. It makes me uncomfortable but I guess that’s why you have problematic faves. So long as you are willing to acknowledge and accept that the shit they pull isn’t kosher and don’t try and defend it then it’s up for you to find that balance of on your morality scale.

But yeah even Citadel DLC hinted at that being a thing and yeah I ship it.

I don’t mind Garrus/Tali as much as I thought I was when going into ME3 and I know I kinda rudely labeled it as pair the spares but the more I think about it, the more I can see it. I mean, they have been with Shepard for years and I can totally see them building a bond. I would also be completely down for a Garrus/Tali slow-burn where Shepard/Garrus was a thing and now Garrus needs to find a way to conduct his life in a world without her being the pendulum on which his orbit revolves.

And I feel like Tali and Kaidan/Liara to a lesser extent are the people who would understand what it’s like trying to live in a world without her larger-than-life presence. I am also 1000% open to the idea of Garrus/Kaidan finding second chance love with one another with them grieving together over the loss of Shepard and HAVE in fact read some really awesome fanfics with that theme.

I’ve been reading SO MANY FANFICS during this playthrough and I have a shit ton of pairings, both crack and otherwise. I’m compiling a list of ME fanfic recs right now that I will gush about in ad nauseam later.

I got boned because I didn’t import from ME1 onwards so it felt like a personal attack and failing that Eve and Miranda died. I also didn’t have access to Kasumi or Zaheed which made me sad.

I just don’t think I’m up for sinking another 100+ hours into this series right this moment. I am debating buying Andromedea but the amount of bitching and whinging I’ve heard about it, I don’t know if it’s just fandom being a whiny titty baby because they ‘broke it’ or if it’s legitimate criticism.

I’m darkly amused that I am 2/2 in the talking at people long enough they would rather shoot themselves than listen to me pontificate any longer. First Saren and now the Illusive Man, Shepard really do be talking people quite literally to death with her care bear stares Paragon energy. 🤣 And yes I am dating myself horrifically with that reference.

I’m also debating picking up Dragon Age. I bought it on disk for PS3 I think but I’m not breaking that shit out to play a horrifically grainy near 20 year old title. Hopefully it has a remastered edition.

I’m glad I finally finished this series. I’ve legit been picking it up and putting it down for like 10 years at this point. Do I think it’s worth the hype everyone has given it? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh no? It’s serviceable and definitely a fun ride. I am super both confused and impressed with BioWare rehauling the gaming mechanics THREE DIFFERENT TIMES. Like, I respect the grind but why? I know everyone hated the Mako and none of use were sad to see it go but jeeze. I’m assuming there was a gaming engine difference between the three of them but still it’s not usual to have the gaming mechanics changed three different times and it gives it a bit of a haphazard vibe because of it.

I actually REALLY MISSED the hacking games in ME3. I suspect I’m prolly in the minority there but I would much rather have that fun code matching/icon matching memory style game over mashing buttons in ME1 or just having to sit there watching Shepard wave her hand around for 10 seconds while bypassing doors in ME3.

I hated only having access to three/eventually four weapons in ME2 but I liked it’s leveling up system the most. Class restricted weapons just didn’t do it for me. Being able to build your paragon/renegade level in ME1 is just weird and I’m glad they got away from that. I do feel like ME1 and ME3 were more similar in how they did their level scaling and I really liked being able to earn a special ability from one of your teammates if you invested enough time and effort into building a rapport with them. Whereas you could just buy it in ME2.

NGL I got Flare and didn’t look back at all. LMAO. What a stupidly OP ability. Banshee and Brutes? Eh toss some grenades and Flare at them and it ain’t a problem anymore.

There are other things but I think I’ve spazzed out long enough over this stupid video game trilogy.

[hearthersss]

Today, i meet Roy The Lizard aka Velociraptor. Roy specifically appeared today at 8:20 in the morning in the backyard between two cars at school, Roy appears on the 19th tree in the area, among the leaves after a rainy storm the night before.

Roy is brown in color from a gray to a brighter tone, he is the same length as my finger, Roy has small eyes and it can be argued that he is blind .

My weird friend suggested eating it in exchange for 1000 colones and since everyone in the group is poorer than a rat, he didn't do it, but he did describe his taste : Salty, sour, spicy with a strange touch of sweet, quite rigid in texture and quite restless .

Anyway, as we have analyzed, Roy is distant and shy, but quite hyperactive from afar, if you get too close to him, he will jump away and run away at 1000 mph .

That's it for my report, Joaquín.

[eeios]

Second part to my Alsatian Dinos illustrations 

HansiRaptor

[airxn]

reasons why i didn’t do drafts tonight– writing my final paper for my psychology of video games class on final fantasy 7. 

[salem-nightz-arts]

This is the R-1000 from Spyro Enter the Dragonfly. Described as a liquid metal velociraptor with the ability to stand on molten lava.