#either a prehistoric au
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Quondam
Quondam (adj.) ~ belonging to some time long past; once but no longer
Pairing: Chwe Vernon (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: Jurassic Park AU, 90s AU, aquaintances to lovers/distant friends to lovers, Fluff, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: a boat crash, mentions of prehistorical animals, dangerous animals, mentions of possible deaths, reader falls down while running.. twice, Vernon being in moderate danger; Wordcount: 4.431; Collab: SVT 90s Collab by @mingsolo and @beomcoups
Summary: It should have been a fun weekend trip but after the boat got caught by a storm and crashed on one of the dinosaur islands, you got separated from the group. You nearly despaired until Vernon found you.
Your heart hammered inside your chest as you ran along the rocky beach. Tears streamed down your cheeks and blurred your vision, yet you didn’t slow down. The harsh wind from the open sea tousled your hair but you couldn’t care less about it. Same with the pain radiating throughout your whole body.
As you jumped over another boulder your footing slipped and you fell face first to the ground. Your whole body heaved for air, lungs burning inside your chest. A sob ripped through your throat. “I shouldn’t have joined them”, you whispered and pulled your limbs to your core, making yourself as small as possible.
Three days ago your friend Sorn dragged you on a small cruise among friends. What was supposed to be a vacation with lots of fun, turned sour the second the group had decided to head towards the Las Cinco Muertes - better known as Jurassic Park. Even though Ten, who had steered the cruise, promised to only round the archipelago without stopping to set a foot on the shore, none of the group had thought of the sudden weather changes.
None of them could have predicted the storm that turned strong enough for the yacht to go shipwreck.
You had no idea how long you had been in the freezing ocean. The current and the waves had made it nearly impossible to swim towards the nearest island you had seen from the yacht before the accident happened.
Even after those three days your clothes still hadn’t dried. You shivered involuntarily, the cold after two nights had finally seeped into your bones. You curled in on yourself even more. While you hadn’t encountered any dinosaurs yet, you had found footprints of a Smilodon - the whole reason you just ran for your life.
You inhaled shakily and gnawed on your lower lip, mind racing with thoughts. Without the others and without a chance of contacting authorities the dread and knowledge you might die here, finally settled in. You had no idea how many of your friends survived the accident and how many actually made it to the shore like you.
“Y/N?”
You blinked several times, trying to clear your vision before you turned your head to look at the person that called out to you. Despite your pain, you pushed yourself up and rubbed over your eyes with the back of your hand. “Vernon?”
He simply stared at you, without saying another word. His expression appeared stoic and unreadable to you.
“Are you alone?” You asked and got up on your knees, ignoring the small rocks digging into your skin. The pain actually felt welcome and like an escape of this awkward silence.
“Hm.”
You hummed as well, looking down on the ground to avoid eye contact with him. Despite both of you being in the same friend group, you barely interacted with him. Vernon always seemed to be in his own world and rather closed off. Not that you were any different with your archaeology and palaeontology studies. Unless people were from the same field they rarely shared your passion.
Before the silence could stretch on, you stood up and dusted off your clothes. “We need to leave or find the others. Either way we’re not safe on this island.”
Vernon raised one eyebrow, questioning you without saying a word.
You sighed deeply, wanting to shake your head but you focused on the issue at hand instead. You grabbed his elbow and pulled him into the direction he came from. “I found footprints of a Smilodon and-”
“A what?”
“A sabertooth tiger.”
Vernon’s face twisted in understanding, right before it turned into surprise and worry.
Seeing his strong expressions, nearly made you giggle. If it weren’t for the situation though. “If this is the hunting ground of it, we have to leave immediately. I am pretty sure that we’re the easiest prey around here.”
Vernon grimaced but followed you without any resistance. He quietly listened to you ramble about the prehistoric animal, fascinated by the knowledge you presented him.
“I only saw one set of footprints which indicates the researchers claiming Smilodons were no social predators are actually right. Honestly, if they wouldn’t be so dangerous, I’d love to observe or research them. There’s still so much that we don’t know!”
You stopped talking, realising you just dropped lots of information on him. You awkwardly glanced towards Vernon, trying to gauge his reaction. Usually people appeared bored or stopped listening but to your surprise he looked at you with interest. The apology you usually sputtered after a knowledge vomit about prehistoric animals got stuck in your throat.
You shook your head momentarily to clear your thoughts, deciding to go a different path instead. “We need to find a hideout.”
This time Vernon grabbed your wrist and pulled you along the foreign terrain. “I got a place.” Vernon didn’t say more afterwards, simply guiding you further and further away from the coast.
Soon enough some sort of cliff appeared in the distance, its steep edge looming into the grey sky.
For just a second worry clouded your thoughts, fearing Vernon had found a cave that might even be the home to a prehistoric creature. Though the closer you came, you couldn’t see any opening in the stone wall.
Instead a small ledge protruded from the stone and right underneath it were parts of the ship that got washed ashore.
“You carried all of these things here?”
Vernon glanced over his shoulder, upon your surprised question but only shrugged them and looked back ahead. He let go of your wrist after you reached the ledge.
While you stayed rooted in your place, you watched Vernon wander around and move stuff to the side. “I wasn’t able to start a fire so far. So we’re at least not a roasted meal for the tiger.” He looked up at you, his stare growing more and more intense as he waited for your response.
You made a grimace - barely able to pull off a smile at his weak joke. “I… yeah, nor a smoked meal, I guess.”
Vernon grinned at you, satisfied, and sat down on a piece of rubble. “You mentioned we needed to find the others.”
You sat down as well with a deep sigh. “I honestly don’t know if any of them even survived the crash but I mean I found you-”
“Technically I found you.”
You chuckled softly and shook your head. “So you found me and that gives me hope some of the others might be alive as well. It’s just. The more time passes the slimmer the chances of finding someone.”
Vernon frowned in thought, hiding his lower face behind his hand as he hummed.
You shivered involuntarily, the dread of being the only ones alive silently creeped through your mind.
“How much do you know about these islands?”
Your head snapped back up again. “Not much, to be honest. It’s some twisted version of science and research. There was Isla Nublar, several miles up north from the archipelago. That was the island to start it all, I guess. Then there’s Isla Sorna. As far as I know, it was for evolution purposes and to get more animals for the theme park. I don’t know much about the other four islands. I just assume they are for evolution too.”
“I thought they only researched dinosaurs.”
You scoffed and shook your head again. “If we were completely true to the name, they should have only researched dinosaurs from the Jurassic era. But here we are with animals from the Ice Age.”
“Do you think we’ll see a Mammoth?”
You shrugged with your shoulders, another shiver running through your whole body. “I don’t even know whether I’d wanna see any prehistoric animal.”
“Why not?” Vernon tilted his head, his eyes trained on your face. “Aren’t you studying these animals?”
“I am”, you nodded shortly before you sighed once again. “It’s just. What if everything I learned, everything I imagined them to be turns out to be wrong? I don’t want my little bubble to burst.”
“Ah.” Vernon nodded exaggeratingly in understanding before he turned quiet again. Yet he still stared at you.
You shifted uncomfortably in your place, avoiding eye contact. You could still feel his eyes on you but you desperately tried thinking of something else. “Actually, I just remembered. Even though this was all some hoax research they would have needed base camps to stay updated on the population and the animals in general.”
“We could have been camping all along, huh.”
Now you simply stared at Vernon, trying to understand what was going on inside his mind. “It’s late already. We should get a good night’s rest and then search for the base camp. It’s our best chance of rescue.”
Vernon nodded and stretched his arms above his head, groaning when his joints popped. “Sounds like a solid plan.” He lied down almost immediately and made himself comfortable.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him, stunned how easily he relaxed in such a situation. You on the other hand felt too much on edge to even think of sleeping. Once again another shiver ran through your body. You got reminded of the cold that seeped into your body and slowly but surely cooled your core temperature down.
You ignored the trembling of your body and scooted closer to the stone wall behind your back. While it wasn’t truly any warmer, it shielded you a little more from the wind and starting rain.
For the longest time you just sat there and stared ahead with distant eyes as the sky turned darker and darker. Despite the rain your ears picked up on various sounds and each one of them made you feel even more on edge.
“You should rest too”, Vernon mumbled, turning only his head to look at you.
Your attention snapped back to him, surprised he was still awake. “Someone has to stay awake in case something comes up.” You wrapped your arms even tighter around your torso, barely suppressing your shivers.
Vernon pushed himself up again and moved closer to you. He didn’t say another word but he gently pulled you against his body, sharing his warmth with you. Vernon wrapped his arms around you as well and pulled you down until you laid next to him.
You were now between the stone wall and his body, facing away from him. You felt your muscles slowly relax with his warmth engulfing you.
“Better?”
You hummed softly and turned around in his hold, ignoring the building embarrassment inside your stomach. “Thanks, this really helps.”
Vernon only hummed in return and closed his eyes again. “Relax now, tomorrow will be another long day.”
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Once the first rays of sunshine appeared at the horizon the next morning, both Vernon and you headed back towards the coast. You assumed a base camp would be near the sea and convinced Vernon to walk along the shoreline. You also hoped to limit your chances of meeting any of the creatures roaming across the island.
It took everything within you to suppress yet another sigh. While you thought you got somehow closer to Vernon during the freezing night, the journey towards the base camp turned out to be just as awkwardly silent.
The terrain changed the further you two walked. At first it had been forests connected to the shore but those cleared out for wide fields of grass. “This would be the perfect habitat for mammoth or other horse-like prehistoric animals.”
“So there is a chance to see mammoths!”
You chuckled softly. “Technically. I’m not certain it would be that safe to meet them though.” You glanced at Vernon, who shortly appeared quite disappointed before he nodded in resignation.
“Maybe from afar.”
A sad smile played over your lips as you focused back on your surroundings, still searching for the base camp even after being out for so long already. You nearly wanted to give up and suggest finding a place to stay for yet another night, when Vernon tapped your arm.
“Isn’t that a path for cars?” He pointed towards an overgrown passageway, barely visible if you weren’t actively searching for it. The path crossed the wide fields and vanished into another forest like area.
You gasped in surprise, your heart thumping loudly within your chest as new hope bloomed inside. “Should we follow it?” You glanced at Vernon, sudden nervousness creeping up your spine.
“It will be alright.” Vernon grabbed your hand and pulled you along, steadily walking along the path without a worry in the world.
You on the other hand looked around, unable to shake off the feeling being watched. It only increased the minute you two entered the forest.
Since the forest wasn’t as dense as the last one, you easily noticed how the sky darkened - the weather changing rapidly yet again.
“I heard that the weather is unpredictable on Isla Pena.”
Vernon looked up at the sky for a second. “So you’re telling me we’re on Isla Pena due to the sudden changes?”
“Well, I only assume it could be that. I mean it’s definitely not Isla Nublar, which is not part of the Los Cinco Muertes and it’s not Isla Sorna since we saw hints of mammals living on this island instead of dinosaurs. Also I don’t think it’s Isla Tacano, because I haven’t noticed a sign of an active volcano.”
“Lucky us”, Vernon grunted with a soft chuckle as he pulled you further along the overgrown path. He tried to appear unbothered but even he felt like he was being watched and it made the hair on his neck stand up. “You’re like an expert, right? What kind of animal could live in a forest like this?”
You saw how Vernon glanced over his shoulder, uncertainty and worry mirroring in his expression. You bit on your lower lip, letting your gaze wander around one more time. “A light forest connected to a wide plain of grass. It honestly sounds like the perfect habitat for Terror Birds.”
Vernon sighed deeply, shaking his head. “I hope you’re wrong about this.”
“I hope so too”, you whispered.
As if on cue though you noticed a large nest a little to your right, half hidden behind the large roots of a tree.
You silently cursed under your breath and picked up your pace, tugging at Vernon’s hand to indicate he should move faster as well.
A huge weight got lifted from your chest when Vernon quietly pointed towards the outlines of a building, new hope making your steps lighter than before.
By now both of you nearly ran towards the base camp, trying to escape the sense of trepidation behind you. Safety was just at an arm’s length, when you heard the loud cries of something behind you.
Like a mechanical doll you turned your head around, eyes widening in horror when you saw a gigantic bird standing in the middle of the road behind you. Two more birds rushed to its side, tilting their heads in curiosity as they stared at your retreating forms.
Just as you wanted to inform Vernon about the Terror Birds behind you two, you tripped and fell to the ground. Due to the rain your hand slipped out of Vernon’s grasp and with a dull thud combined with a surprised yelp you found yourself flat on the ground.
Vernon immediately stopped in his tracks. He turned around, ready to help you when he saw the birds slowly approaching. “Fuck.” Not only did these birds appear to be twice as tall as a human, no they had incredibly strong legs with sharp claws at their feet.
If someone thought the emus in Australia were scary, they truly hadn’t seen this terror.
You groaned when Vernon helped you up, feeling a stinging pain shooting up from your ankle and through your whole leg. Yet, you tried to fight the pain, biting down on your lip and pushing through.
Vernon half dragged and half carried you towards the building, constantly looking behind him at the birds that came closer and closer.
You felt your heart pounding within your chest, louder than the thunder above your heads. It didn’t calm down either after Vernon pushed a metal door with a small window panel open. He helped you through and slipped inside right behind you, before he slammed the door shut again.
Vernon glanced through the small window, flinching when he saw and felt one of the Terror Birds running against the door. He pushed his whole weight against the metal, silently praying it would survive the onslaught.
When the banging subsided, Vernon looked through the mirror again. He saw one bird marching from side to side, patiently eyeing the closed door as the other two birds rushed away to each side - probably searching for another entrance.
You leaned against the wall next to the door, trying to keep the weight off of your foot. You narrowed your eyes and tried to identify your surroundings. “I think this is some kind of hallway that leads to the centre of the base camp.”
“Then we should follow that. Those birds seem more intelligent than I had hoped for.” Vernon came to your side and slung one of your arms around his shoulder, snaking his own around your waist and steadying you as he pulled you along the hall.
“If those birds live around the area of the base camp, we’re lucky we got inside”, you mumbled, eyes cast down. “I’m not sure any of the others would have been just as lucky.”
Vernon stayed silent, understanding what you were trying to say but just like you he didn’t want to think about that possibility. So far he easily ignored the thought his group of friends might have been killed or died another way on this island already.
Soon enough you two reached an abandoned laboratory. Vernon helped you to sit down on a chair, before he roamed around the room, checking for possible light sources and other useful things.
You looked around, picturing how people in white lab coats rushed through the room, typing quickly on keyboards, analysing data from a large computer or scribbling down notes. You assumed this site got abandoned right after the Isla Nublar or Sorna incident, leaving all the animals to fend for themselves. You wondered how much changed since the controlled growth stopped.
Vernon stepped next to you again, presenting you a dusty emergency bag. “There’s a first aid kit, some energy bars and a satellite phone in it.”
You smiled up at him. “Everything we need.” You held out your hand, waiting for Vernon to give you the bag. You then opened it immediately and pulled out the satellite phone, hoping it was still able to operate.
Meanwhile Vernon grabbed the first aid kit and crouched down before you, gently grabbing your leg and placing it on his thigh so he could secure your swollen ankle.
The phone cracked a few times before you finally got through and heard the voice of another person. Static interrupted their words from time to time, making it incredibly hard to understand what they were saying.
You assumed your voice would be just as broken off like theirs and therefore decided to simply repeat the same words over and over again until you heard some form of confirmation. “S.O.S. Isla Pena. Need rescue. Base camp.”
Both Vernon and you held your breaths for a moment, trying to understand their reply through all the white noise.
“Chopper after storm?” Vernon mouthed silently, raising an eyebrow questioningly as if he wanted to confirm you heard the same.
You nodded vigorously and thanked the person gleefully before cutting the call again. A relieved laugh escaped your lips as you slumped down on the chair. “We’re actually getting rescued. I can’t believe it.” Before you could hold it back, tears streamed down your cheeks and your laughter turned into quiet sobs.
Vernon stared at you with wide eyes, feeling somewhat awkward witnessing your vulnerable side.
“Can you hold me?”
Your voice was barely above a whisper but Vernon immediately scooted closer and pulled you against his chest, gently rubbing over your back in a soothing manner. “It’s going to be alright. We just need to stay here and wait until the rescuers come and get us.”
You slowly shook your head. “There must be a landing place. We should find it and stay near it, so when the helicopter arrives we’re able to leave immediately before the next storm starts.”
After you had calmed down, Vernon helped you walk around the base camp. Thankfully there were signs everywhere and the constant lightning illuminated your paths enough for you two to walk freely and find the heli-port rather easily.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to land on here”, Vernon mumbled as you two stared out of the window, seeing fallen trees and broken things scattered all over the port. “Is there another place where they could land on?”
“Maybe the roof but I don’t know whether it’s strong enough to hold the weight of a helicopter.”
“That only leaves the option of climbing a ladder.” Vernon sighed and rubbed over his face. “Will you be able to do that?”
You nudged his shoulder with yours and grinned reassuringly. “I probably won’t be fast but yes, I got that.” You turned back to look outside, watching the strings of raindrops falling to the ground and the trees bending in the wind. You easily pretended that everything would be just fine but the nervousness still had a tight grip around your thoughts.
Vernon and you rested next to the door leading outside to the port. Any unusual sound made you tense up, worrying you missed something and would be stuck on this island until your last breath.
You slightly turned your head, looking at Vernon. He had his eyes closed and brows furrowed, appearing tense and stern. You leaned over and cupped his cheek, smoothing down his features with a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll get out of here unhar- we’ll get out of here.”
As if some benevolent god heard your voice, the storm subsided. The rain got reduced to a soft pitter-patter against the window and the dark clouds dissipated. Only minutes later you heard the distinct sound of an engine and the chopping sound the rotor blades of a helicopter made.
Vernon jumped up, pulling you with him as he pushed the door open and hurried out into the open - forgetting about his surroundings completely.
Both of you stared up at the sky. You shielded your eyes when the helicopter halted right above you, the strong wind whirling up puddles and small leaves.
Just like Vernon predicted they threw a ladder out of the open side of the chopper, motioning to the both of you to climb up.
Vernon grabbed the lower end of the ladder and kept it steady as he turned towards you. “You’re going up first.”
“But I told you I’m slower-”
“Which is why I’m holding onto this to make it easier for you.”
You sighed, sensing he wouldn’t budge. Carefully, you climbed the first few steps. The higher you got, the more thankful you felt for Vernon holding the ladder as still as possible. You already made it halfway up the ladder when the rescuers yelled at you. Confused, you looked back down.
One of the Terror Birds appeared at the edge of the heli-port. While it eyed the helicopter warily and kept as low as possible, it didn’t seem phased enough to flee. No, instead its focus turned towards Vernon, who still stood on the ground holding the ladder.
“Vernon!” Your voice sounded borderline hysteric. He didn’t react, your voice probably drowning out by the noise from the helicopter. You knew he wouldn’t start climbing before you made it up. You bit on your lower lip and pushed yourself to climb up faster, ignoring the stinging pain that flared up inside of your ankle again.
The second the rescuer pulled you into the chopper, you turned around and screamed at Vernon.
He already climbed a quarter of the way, when the Terror Bird decided to charge.
Your mind got filled with white noise as you stared at the scene unfolding underneath you. You barely registered the yelling of the rescuers, nor that the helicopter suddenly pulled up. You could only see how the Terror Bird had its beak around the ladder, right underneath Vernon’s foot.
As the bird struggled and sent tremors through the ladder, Vernon was barely able to ascend further.
Your eyes met with his, before you watched in horrible silence how Vernon climbed the few steps back down, kicking against the beak of the Terror Bird.
Another scream got stuck in your throat when the helicopter shook from another tremble. This time because a Sabertooth Tiger jumped from the roof of the base camp and attacked the bird.
As both fell to the ground, the ladder got pulled back into the helicopter by the rescuers. They pushed you aside, obstructing your view and sudden fear immobilised you.
Only after Vernon got pulled into the chopper as well, did you feel like you were able to breathe again. You scrambled over to his side, basically falling into his form. You wrapped your arms around his neck, mumbling your thanks for him being unharmed over and over again.
Vernon wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you into a tight embrace, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He nosed along your temple, placing soft kisses on your skin.
You didn’t pull back. Instead you ever so slowly turned your head until the tips of your noses met and your breaths mingled.
Vernon closed the gap, being just as careful as before. He gave you enough time to pull away but you only leaned more into him.
The second your lips met, all your worries, the dread and fear melted away, leaving a soft fluttering and tingling that spread throughout your body.
You actually made it out alive and with the help of the authorities you could also find your missing friends. Most importantly you found something else during this experience.
Vernon broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours as he chuckled softly. “Next time I’ll try a simple museum date to get closer to you.”
“Or library.” You giggled and shook your head, surprised you found love within this rollercoaster ride.
#that's so 90's collab#kwritersworldnet#kdiarynet#wkcnet#kvanity#chwe vernon#seventeen#svt#svt vernon#seventeen vernon#jurassic park au#one shot#quondam
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Twisted Wonderland Kaiju!AU Worldbuilding
I've been thinking for a while, and I realized that I needed to consolidate/create an essential "worldbuilding sheet" that lists ideas for the AU that I didn't think I'd be able to properly fit into the story. I didn't think I'd be able to get MIRA to explain either since there are aspects of this AU that the researchers and Yuu wouldn't be able to find out about that easily.
Plus, this is also a good way for me to introduce some of the ideas I've discussed with some friends on a Discord server!
To make it easier to note which points are just my comments/thoughts, I've put them in bold and itallics. Other stuff that's meant to be read like a description/summary will be in normal text. I'll likely be updating this post as more ideas come to mind so I can keep track of everything, but I will be announcing whenever there's an update!
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Author Note: Put into perspective, the Kaiju living in the same world as humans is akin to the movie “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs” or “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. In this AU, there is a whole second world deep beneath the ocean to the point that the cavern has created its own unique weather system and developed an ecosystem that seems almost prehistoric. This is supposed to tie into the game and how Yuu is in a whole new world of magical beings, except they’re giant Kaiju!
The initial discovery of the world beneath the sea was by pure chance when it became clear that ships and airplanes had begun vanishing. By pinpointing the last known locations of the ships, they were able to discover a massive cave opening big enough to fit a large ship. Inside is a cave system of tunnels and water slides that travel deep into the earth before spitting out the lucky few who managed to survive the trip to the new ocean. Depending on the location of the opening they emerge from, the vessel may either arrive in a safe location or near the territory of massive aquatic predators. Not far from these openings, however, is the very island the story takes place.
Despite how destructive Kaiju can be, there are some who have cleared up the debris from these ships and planes. In fact, those particular Kaiju are the reason that the beach Yuu awoke near the "ship graveyard" as the beach will be nicknamed.
There are two entrances into this mysterious underground ecosystem: the cave system, and a massive whirlpool. Given its dangerous nature, ships often steer clear of it when it does form and was merely noted by the researchers as being there in favor of studying the island. The ones who discovered this secret entrance was a ship carrying poachers seeking to take advantage of the newly discovered creatures and resources on the island, only to find themselves caught in the whirlpool before arriving on the other side. Not ideal, but highly effective for sneaking past the security around the cave.
If the researchers learned of the existence of the whirlpool entrance, it would be theorized that the whirlpool formed long ago to draw water into the cavernous void beneath the crust. This would explain why it became a virtual time capsule of an ecosystem of mega fauna. Another theory is that the whirlpools form from the unstable energy created by the island itself. (A/N: It’s actually created by blot crystals lying at the bottom of the sea growing from the bones of a deceased Phantom Kaiju that had tried to escape the island to wreak havoc on the surface world but never made it out of the opening it had created. It’s quite possible that—even though the Phantom Kaiju isn’t moving—it is very much still “alive”.)
The magnetic disruption caused by the blot crystals over the whirlpool and near the cave are what essentially pulled in various aerial and sea-based vessels, which is why Yuu/Reader/MC finds the planes on the beach. One plane happened to get impaled on one of the blot crystals before it emerged on the other side, though how exactly it got on the beach is a mystery…
Blot comes in two forms: crystalline, and ooze. The crystal form—though relatively “safe”—generates a miasma fog that deters most creatures from approaching it, though it can still cause one to fall ill when exposed to the mist. Even the smallest fragment emits the miasma, making handling it difficult and dangerous. In ooze form, however, it can be unassuming and easily mistaken for tar pits at first glance. While not as numerous as the crystal form, it is by far the most dangerous. Any creature that falls into or consumes the ooze will become infected, their body slowly creating blot crystals all over their body. Once the crystals have completely overgrown on the body, the blot “controls” its new host to seek out its goal—though what it is or what it wants is unknown.
Kaiju have some form of immunity to the blot itself as it comes from the same source as their natural magic, though this does not mean they’re entirely protected. Depending on the amount of blot buildup, a Kaiju may grow sick or—in extreme cases—will be consumed by the blot and become little more than mindless husks over time. Should the latter situation happen and the infected Kaiju isn’t freed from its Overblot state, the Primal Guardians (aka the staff) have to put it down before it can escape the island and head for the surface world. (A/N: If you’ve seen Genndy Tartakovsky’s “Primal” and the episode “Plague of Madness”, that’s the general vibe of chaos and terror I’d imagine Kaiju Overblots have—minus the whole “body falling apart” deal!)
On the island itself (known as the “Night Raven Continent” due to the massive raven like formation at the top of one the mountains), crystals grow everywhere and form in greater concentrations around pools of energy located in key areas in each territory. The crystals contain strong magical energies that the Kaiju can feast on like rock candy when they require a boost, but the effects of this can be the equivalent of a “sugar crash” in terms of energy exhaustion. The pools of energy are safe for consumption, though transport of samples for research has been unsuccessful by researchers as the potency fades to little more than pure mountain water.
A/N: I wanted to find a way to include the starshards and sunshards in the game mechanics as a way for Kaiju to recharge in this AU, since the shards give you more “energy” to do exams or fight in the crafter’s gauntlet. Having there be pools of purple-blue “stardust” energy or “sunlight” energy seemed like an interesting thing to include, and I like the idea of magic glowy water! c:
A/N: The Great Seven exist in this AU, though their depictions come in the form of ancient statues scattered across the island and the very few painted murals left behind by the humans who dwelled on the island. As Kaiju, they are MUCH bigger than the current generations to the point one could literally call them “world-shapers”. The current Kaiju believe that the “Primordial Seven” were responsible for creating the underground world and all the islands within. This massive cave system goes all around the world and each have their own Kaiju and creatures (aka the Sunset Savanna, Scalding Sands, Briar Valley, etc).
Over time, researchers have begun to notice a pattern of behavior that the Kaiju will display on the continent. Every five years, most of the Kaiju will migrate to other islands far away. Given the distance and how treacherous the waters are, it’s been difficult for exploration teams to travel far enough to see these other islands. However, this migration seems to cycle through different seasons as Kaiju from other islands will visit as well. It’s unknown if this is a stop for them to rest before continuing on their way to their destination. Researchers began to call this the “Great Kaiju Migration”. In some cases, Kaiju visiting the island may exhibit nesting behavior and will have their litter/clutch. They only move on before or after their babies are able to walk and will carry them on their back. Those who have strong magic potential will be left in the care of the Primal Guardians.
Kaiju who have the potential to be strong or have a unique energy will either migrate to the island or are brought over by their parent(s) to grow and learn under the guidance of the Primal Guardians. Trein/Elderclaw is the oldest known caretaker who watched over young Kaiju, though now the mantle has been passed on to Crowley/Nevermore and Crewel/Crewelfang.
A/N: While most of the Kaiju raised on the island would be the mob students from the game, some of the main cast were also raised on the island by the staff due to being abandoned by their parent(s), given up for a better opportunity to grow, or were orphaned after losing their family to an attacking Kaiju/Phantom Kaiju. Silver, Deuce, Epel, and Ruggie are current known examples of Kaiju who were orphaned for some reason or given up by their family so they can grow and develop in an environment that can train them right. There may be others, I just haven't figured out who aside from those currently listed!
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland kaiju au#twst kaiju au#twisted wonderland kaiju au worldbuilding#twst kaiju au worldbuilding
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I have very correct and cool thoughts on a YouTuber au that won’t leave my head so here they are:
Kitty is the first to start a channel. She’s grown up watching youtube and thinks it’s just wonderful, so she wants in. She starts just doing vlog stuff but eventually moves on to reviewing books which really gets popular. She’s this very happy chirpy girl who favours romance and erotica, who occasionally turns up out of the blue with a fucking like, Thomas Hardy novel, and will come out with random and poignant takes on what she’s reading. The people love her, as they should,
In my au, they’re (nearly) all friends to begin with, so once Kitty starts doing well, she tries to encourage Pat to get involved (she just really thinks he has the personality for it, and it'd be something to distract him from the divorce). He has four separate channels (he likes to keep things organised of course), one that’s more for Daley than anything, just short simple videos going through things he’ll need to learn growing up like how to fix a lightbulb, a flat tire, how to cook a few simple meals etc. He has a 'vlog' channel (it's a bird-watching diary, it is just videos of all the cool birds he's seen). His most popular, the club room (or something in that vein), is just him and his weird group of friends meeting up to fuck around for half an hour and talk about shows, movies, music and clothes they like and dislike for 20mins or so. Finally, he has a channel just for him to talk about those things in more detail.
Robin's channel is all about space, space facts, sci-fi etc. He will also sometimes do drunken videos where he debunks people's dumb conspiracies, and as he has an interest in prehistoric history, will film himself going to prehistoric sites and giving some commentary.
The Captain is a university professor who's infamous on his campus for going off on long rants during his lectures. He keeps getting complaints and Kitty casually suggests he starts a channel and rants there instead. He reluctantly gives in. He gets popular of course, and goes on from ranting about just about history/historians to everything.
People can't work out if he's gay or just a very determined ally until like, five years down the line when his fiance Pat walks in during a charity livestream to give him a cuppa.
Mary wouldn't have a channel but would be the cameraman/editor for some of the gang, Fanny wouldn't have a channel either, nor Humphrey (who's always running late and rarely makes it to the club sessions in time, but in return shows up on Kitty’s channel a fair bit to talk books).
Disgraced former MP Julian Fawcett would absolutely not be allowed to have a channel or appear on anyone's channel. He has to sit behind the camera at every club meeting and talk quietly, much to his chagrin.
Now, Alison and Mike. Either Mike would have a series of abandoned channels, or it'd be the ghost thing. I made a post a year or two back about them having a ghost hunter channel where they go around supposedly haunted places to see if they’re actually haunted with Alison being the annoyed ghost seer and Mike the enthusiastic believer, and yeah. I think it'd be kinda funny if this was just, casually something they both did, that in this otherwise normal world ghosts are canonically real, and that the Coopers bumped into the others while on a tour of an ‘abandoned haunted house’ that is actually just the manor that Pat and the others film their ghost meetings in.
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cw: slither wing ingo and emmet, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), fluff, some scarlet violet spoilers
summary: A walk-through of some scenarios for my Slither Wing twins au.
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The Great Crater of Paldea always felt impossible and strange. Your time down that had surely been over a few months by this point, but it simply never became something that was an easy adjustment.
Especially with the odd pokemon.
Slither Wings usually avoided you, thankfully, but Scream Tails and Great Tusks tended to find a way to attack should you wander too close to them. Normal pokemon varied based on their mood, but the so-called Paradox Pokemon certainly took the cake for being some of the more aggressive ones.
Still, that did not quell your urge to explore your strange environment. No matter how badly that upset the Slither Wing hybrids that had deemed themselves your mates. The massive, prehistoric hybrids had been a terrifying at first. Their strange resemblance to Volcarona had you thinking about a possible regional variant before you remembered that Paldea actually had Volcarona as a native pokemon. Being snatched from your nature walk outside Medali did not help calm your worries, either.
It was a bit difficult to forgive them, but when the professor approached you with obvious confusion, you knew this was certainly a circumstance. She basically pleaded with you to stay with the hybrids so she could observe more of their behaviour. They were seriously from an impossible amount of time to fathom in the past. You could only imagine how much terror had come to them being forced into this era.
You would have denied her request and demanded her to help you leave immediately, but the more vocal of the two Slither Wing twins approached you with soft clicks. The way he pressed you into his chest and continued with gentle noises left you a bit more interested.
You agreed then, and began your new life here.
It had its ups and its downs, but you were genuinely enthralled by the pokemon hybrids that you had lived with and the crater itself. The way light glistened all around you no matter the time of day, or how white petals danced in the wind across the many layers of cliffs in the local left you in a slight trance. There was little of the crater you had truly explored, though. The Slither Wing twins protested your movements heavily.
“… I'm worried about my rations,” you told the twins as they watched you with their insectoid eyes. Ingo and Emmet were the names Sada had given them. It was beyond you where she pulled such names from, but they worked as well as any. “Sada has not made contact in a while either,” you continued, “I need to speak with her.” Emmet, the more aggressive of the two, sprung up and charged towards you. His musty scent and fluffy body were apparent as he pulled you against him.
Ingo was quick to follow his brother and chirp at your side, distressingly. Their antennae twitched while their wings remained stiffly spread out behind them. They were obviously still against the idea of you heading out to the depths of the crater. Even mentioning your declining rations did little to convince them. Knowing how they were, they would prefer to be your sole providers as they thought it would prove them better mates. Food was fine, sure, but water was where your concerns lie.
“… Emmet,” you stared into the moth's eyes deeply, “Come with me. This is important. I won't back down.” You watched as his wings fluttered behind him a few times as he desperately chittered in a conversation with his brother. Their understanding of modern language in such a short time was something amazing, but they struggled when forming their own sentences back to you. Abruptly, their conversation stopped, and Emmet's attention returned to you.
“Fih-ne,” he agreed, “Go.” You could almost blush when he grasped your hand if it was not followed by him dragging you like a Stoutland would its owner on a leash. Pokemon always seemed more afraid of the hybrids than you. It was obvious how even more of the vicious ones in the crater seemingly wished to avoid conflict with the prehistoric creatures that lurked with them. The aggression Emmet had was not unknown to you. Dual Wingbeat, Lunge, and Thrash were not uncommon moves to see him use on pokemon he felt were getting too close to the nest or you. It had even astounded you to see him and Ingo use fire-type moves. It made you wonder just how long ago Volcarona obtained its fire typing.
The scenery changed from grass covered cliffs to shaded rock as you walked deeper and deeper into the crater. You and the twins lived closer to the top, preferring to be closer to humanity, at least somewhat. You observed different pokemon making their appearances as you edged closer to the depth of the crater. A few Gabites charged at you, but easily were subdued by a First impression by Emmet, who seemed to grow more wary each time something looked at you both.
Eventually, you made it to a Research Station. Feeling tired from the amount of distance you had travelled to get here, you entered the building without much thought. Emmet likely needed a break, too, having been fighting off any pokemon that risked an attack on you both.
This Research Station, however, was not like the ones you had previously visited. It was a complete wreck. The terrestrial crystals laid in strange places around the central room, while massive gas canisters were knocked over on their sides. What really made you nervous was a giant pipe that laid on the ground with horrible damage to it. You felt ill.
The professor had failed to make contact with you for an unusually long period of time, and then you saw a building she would have frequented in such an awful condition. It was hard to not have your mind race with thoughts. Emmet curiously tapped at the glowing crystals, mind elsewhere. You swallowed. Your phone was still in an unusable condition.
You grasped Emmet's dark hand and stared into his silver eyes. His head tilted in a cute manner, and you felt at ease. At least you were not alone in here. You buried your face into his fuzzy chest and sighed. His tail perked up, and his free arm went around. Trills and happy chirps entered your ears. It amazed you that they truly loved you despite all the boundaries in your way.
“Let's go back home,” you spoke to him softly, “I need to think about some things.”
He eagerly led you back to your nest.
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You laid in the bundle of dried plants, torn cloths, and blankets as you wondered how to go about this. Sada's lack of communication pointed only to one answer, which meant it was ridiculously dangerous for you to remain here. Even with the protection of the twins, you lacked the proper resources to keep yourself going. The obvious answer was to leave the crater, but you wanted to bring the twins with you.
You even wanted to brave as to leave Paldea with them. Ingo stayed awake on guard, watching the small entrance of the small crevice your nest rested in. Emmet was curled up beside you, out cold from your trip to the bottom of the crater. You needed to leave here desperately, but it almost felt like a choice between your own safety and remaining with your foolishly beloved moths.
The deeper you fell, the more unaware you became of the hybrid leaving his post to approach you. The feeling of his cold touch against your face made you nearly jump out of your skin. He tilted his head as he clicked at you in a gentle manner. His expressions were not as easy to read as Emmet's own, but his concern was obvious. You smiled at him softly and moved to rest your forehead to his. A happy trill came from him as his arms moved around you. He was the sweeter of the two, you would admit.
“If… If I wanted to leave here,” you asked him, “... Would you go with me?” There was a chance that taking from this seemingly curated environment would cause them more pain that was entirely unneeded. His eyes met yours curiously.
“Why leave?” he questioned. You supposed he would not understand.
“I'll likely die if I stay here,” you explained bluntly, “I will need to leave soon. Sada is gone.” Ingo stood up abruptly and observed you with odd eyes. You could see panic somewhere mixed in. He may have interpreted your words as leaving them rather than leaving the crater. You followed his movements and grasped on to him tightly. “Please… Go with me,” you begged him with big eyes, “I know you are probably scared, but I don't want to leave you.”
His fingers found themselves into your hair. Softly, they began to stroke the strands. You remained close to him, at ease by the gentle pulse of his heart and oddly woody scent. Another warmth came around you as Emmet was seemingly awoken from his sleep. His soft chirps and Ingo's louder ones were easy in your ears. Something solid and nice to focus on.
“… We will follow you,” Ingo gave a reply in your tongue. You felt your racing pulse finally decline back to a normal speed.
That night was spent in a moth cuddle pile.
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It had been difficult to move such odd hybrids across borders, admittedly, but you were dead set on living in Unova with them. The situation had been managed with an off-market ball containing Emmet and dressing Ingo up as human as you could during a lucky timed molt. Both were not the biggest fans of their transport, but Ingo at least complied with your requests.
They also were decidedly not the biggest fans of you taking a job and leaving them alone in your odd new “nest.” This resulted in many shredded blankets and a few times a Slither Wing had been caught stalking after you in the hall. Though, things had since settled into your new space. The moths were intrigued by the television and the foods you brought home to them. This did not mean they had given up on trying to follow you around but had got it to a nice lower number of times that you had to explain the massive Volcarona hybrid clinging to you.
There had even been a few times that you had taken them out in disguises around the city. Emmet did not enjoy that as much as Ingo. Just as he hated the bath and being brushed. It was difficult to remove Ingo from your bathtub, however, and whenever you decided to brush through his fuzz, he became nothing more than a giant, moth Purrloin. During those outside trips, though, you soon discovered the hybrid's odd fascination with the subway trains. It was the only thing that could consistently see them at ease and acting calmly, so they got trips on the trains quite often.
Which led to you discovering gag gifts of the Subway Bosses uniforms. It was something you bought more for a laugh to see the massive moths in, but when you revealed the items to them, they genuinely were curious about the clothing. They put them on, and you stared at them in a bit of shock. It fit them decently, and they both were happy to wear it. A new issue arose, however. They refused to take them off. More were purchased soon after.
This, naturally, led to taking them on the trains more. The looks they got you assumed was from their poor mimicry of the actual Subway Bosses, whoever they were. That remained your assumption until you found them hanging out in the locomotive. Casually. The depot agents barely regarding them and actually referring to them as boss. It was then you realised something terribly.
You learnt where your dear professor pulled the names given to the twins from.
You tried to pretend there were not identical Frosmoth twins, literally, to your Slither Wing hybrid mates actually running the station. Instead, you focused on making sure they did not cause any issues during their beloved train rides. It only felt like a matter of time until those twins discovered your moths, though. Which led to less frequent trips, to their distress.
To your horror, the situation did arise…
A Frosmoth version of your dear Ingo shaking his head in a level of denial at the giant version of himself while yours desperately was trying to use Flame Charge.
What a mess for you and them both.
Though, maybe you could make allies in your odd situation with them.
#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#ingo/reader#emmet/reader#ingo x reader x emmet#ingo/reader/emmet#submas.ima#pokehybrid au
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Do you have anymore Randell x Matthew headcannons or ideas? :0
Beasthawk headcanons:
Randall is from a wealthy socialite family in Baltimore, Maryland. At the age of five, he was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. He always did very well academically in the elite private schools his parents paid for, and went on to doubled majored in engineering and paleontology at John Hopkins University. Randall’s parents sent him to be treated by Hannibal Lecter when he was 16 for his identity disorder. Hannibal taught Randall how to hide his symptoms, and encouraged his homicidal ideation. Hannibal treated Randall for two years until he was 18 when he left home to go to university. He’s currently 27 years old and working at the Baltimore Museum of Natural History. When he is working there alone at night, he likes to take the skulls and claws of apex predators home so he can recreate them using stronger materials for his mecha kill suit.
Randall also has dissociative identity disorder, and his other personality is The Beast. He can’t control when The Beast takes over but he needs the mecha suit to feel like his body matches his mind or else he starts having a nervous breakdown.
Matthew doesn’t like to talk about his past. His biological parents were physically and mentally abusive. Even at the age of 29, his chin scar still gives him bitter flashbacks to his childhood when he looks in the mirror. He was taken into a several foster homes and group homes starting at the age of seven. He studied various specialities during his adolescence because of the time spent with different foster families (information systems technican, basic nursing skills, explosive ordnance disposal, culinary arts, etc). However, Matthew never lasted more than a few months in each new home because of his behavioral problems. He was 15 when he had his first stint at a mental institution where they officially diagnosed him with antisocial personality disorder (APD).
Matthew Brown is not Matthew’s given name. He has had multiple identities and has been using forged ID documents to find work ever since he was 18.
Depending on which canon divergence I feel like exploring, Matthew is either still in love with Will Graham but also has feelings for Randall or he hasn’t met Will in the canon yet.
They like to go hunting together for both humans and animals. Matthew brings his tranquilizer gun, and once their prey is immobile he enjoys watching Randall tear them apart.
After some coaxing, Matthew convinced Randall to get matching tattoos of a hawk encircling a cave bear on their left biceps.
Matthew loves to listen to Randall talk about engineering and prehistoric animals for hours. Randall’s low monotone voice makes him feel calm.
One day, Randall found a stray tortoiseshell kitten in a dirty alleyway in Baltimore. Matthew is more of a dog person but Randall looked so ecstatic that he let her stay. Randall named her Smiley (after Smilodon).
NSFW headcanons:
Matthew is always covered in bruises because when The Beast fucks him it’s always rough with a lot of biting.
Randall typically likes to bottom for Matthew when he is not The Beast.
Matthew has an average-sized cock but on the thicker side. Randall has a large cock that curves up a bit.
Matthew enjoys giving head but Randall finds that it makes him oversensitive. Matthew loves watching Randall squirm and moan as he holds him down while he’s sucking his cock.
Sometimes when they cuddle before sleep, Matthew uses Randall for cockwarming. Randall doesn’t mind because he loves being held.
In an Omegaverse AU, Randall would be an Alpha with a calm nature and Matthew would be an Omega with a hostile nature.
#ask#i had to really think about these#so thanks for being patient nony <3#there’s way more but hopefully this gives you an idea of how i see their relationship#beasthawk#randall tier#matthew brown
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the croods au. imagine a bunch of cave-madrigals lol xD maybe antonio helps with the taming and befriending of the weird prehistoric animals
LET THEM COOK‼️‼️‼️ no but real. I only consider the first movie. Second one doesn’t really exist to me and. We don’t talk about either of the t.v shows 💀 Regardless l I think it’s rad⁉️
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I just realise the Perryshmirtz canonically has every freaking romantic trope that one fanfic could ever have
Like, seriously. They have nearly every typical AUs, every dynamic from best of best to weirdest of a ship, every stage of a slow-burn love story, every scene of either an oneshort or a 50000 words longfic that we shippers, writers and artists could ever come up with.
AUs: fairy tale, ancient China, star war, prehistoric, (i don’t know) 17-19th century time, Swap/Parallel universe, future setting
Dynamics: enemies to lovers, enemires to friends to lovers, co-workers, bestfriends, ‘one black coffee’ and ‘Mc Donals! Mc Donals!’
Some romantic tropes that are repeated so much in most fanfics of any ship on this whole wide world:
Jealous
Sulking
Possesive
Break up
Singing about their feeling (love) of each other
Holding hands
Kidnap and rescue
Waltz and dance together
Sick fluff stuff
Psycho/trauma/hurt and comfort
Get lost together in some nowhere place
Pictures together
Having Children (Norm :))
Met the other’s family/relative
Doing stupid things
Save other’s life
Visiting others hometown
Seeing other naked and look at their ass
Even some perculiar ones like, make film about the other and himself living together and be good friends (I once read a Drarry fic with the similar plot and I thought it only suit this couple because of the denied handshake - which is also perculiar too)
Some other romatic-codded stuff: accidentally in wedding suit and gown, fighting over the remote like an old married couple; lucky pulmber p0rn, BDSM, tentacles, s3x (the word dead fish Heinz once said to Perry means a person who is not so active when making love) references that go like ‘the god/the creator is shipping them, now kiss!’
I think we can make an excuse for having so little fanfic despite a bunch of hints (and even support from the creator and the fandom is large too) that the show itself is the biggest fanfic
#perryshmirtz#english is not my native language#can someone make a full list I have difficulty writing in English and finding evidence#heinz doofenshmirtz#perry the platypus
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Hi there. I really liked Goodbye Volcano High, but it also kinda felt like all these fun and lovable characters they made had big "Dies in [blank] hours." countdown markers on their heads, which slightly impaired my ability to be emotionally invested in their dreams for the future since I knew said dreams weren't coming true anyway. Do you think that if I went ahead and made my own fully original story featuring dinosaur protagonists set in an AU where the extinction event was either canonically averted or completely unaddressed, then people would complain that I had no reason to use dinosaurs since their main cultural impact on humanity was their extinction? I've even seen people make that complaint about GVH before its ending was revealed. What should I really say to people who have these sorts of complaints? I know you might not be the best person to ask about this but we both like dinosaurs so I figured I'd shoot my shot.
I deeply reject the idea that the main cultural impact of dinosaurs is their extinction
For one, most people aren't really thinking about how they're dead, but how awe-inspiring they are
For two, all birds are dinosaurs, and they decidedly have had other major impacts beyond the mass extinction of their relatives. The impact of chickens alone...
at any rate, why not use dinosaurs? Pretty much every piece of media is improved by dinosaurs. I don't like the idea that there needs to be a "reason" for them to be in media either. Just do what you like! Everyone should worry less about what other people think and just do what they like, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone
So, yeah. what I would say is just - why not do what you'd like? Why not have a good time with spec evo? The Maastrichtian was a bustling age of life with so many wonderful things (watch Prehistoric Planet if you can). You can very easily imagine how those things may have continued to evolve during the Cenozoic and beyond. Or just stay in the Maastrichtian. Whichever.
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hi ramble about a topic that interests you
this is a threat
anon i'm taking this as an opportunity to talk about my stardew valley au i hope you're satisfied.
i view this au from the lens of it being an actual mod for the game, cus idk how to code or make mods. but anyway it would be an expansion type mod similar to rsv where there's a whole other town to visit that for the most part is separate from the vanilla game . and here we have homestuck characters to meet.
the trolls are human in this au (except kanaya who is a vampire) and while theoretially you could romance them there's more of an emphasis on helping them with their own issues and relationships with others.
i'm gonna just paste the shti i have in my google doc so i don't have to type everything out lmao. it's mostly about the characters.
jake
owner of the adventurer’s guild that he inherited from his grandparents. suspiciously is rarely seen actually adventuring
has some mysterious tension with dirk
friends: roxy, jane, dirk (?), jade (family), john
best gifts: prehistoric skull, emerald
dirk
on roxy’s suggestion, he moved from the city with his younger brother dave to escape a bad living situation
a bit of a recluse, often goes out at night to fight monsters
wants to start a horse ranch
has some mysterious tension with jake
friends: roxy, dave, jane, jake (?), rose
best gifts: orange, battery pack, strange doll
jane
a former big-name businesswoman who quit that life and now owns a local bakery
makes baked goods for all of the festivals
friends: roxy, dirk, jake
best gifts: cookie, pink cake
roxy
owns a pumpkin patch, grows various other crops throughout the year
frequently organizes community events
related to dirk in some way (cousin or half sibling? idk)
friends: jane, dirk, jake, dave, rose
best gifts: wine, star shards
jade
cheery gardener by the beach with a certain strangeness to her
owns a mysterious dog
has premonitions of the future and is thought to be involved with magic somehow but she won't talk about it
related to jake
friends: dave, john, karkat, jake
best gifts: jade, radioactive bar, roots platter
john
local prankster and runs the general store
optional trans storyline
friends: dave, jade, rose, karkat, jane, terezi
best gifts: miner’s treat
dave
lives with dirk
country boy dj, also into art
friends with a flock of crows
frequently hangs out with karkat and jade
related to rose
friends: karkat, jade, john, dirk, roxy, rose, aradia, terezi
best gifts: apple, any bone artifacts
rose
recently moved in with roxy
wants to be an author
studies dark magic
huge collection of books
friends: kanaya, dave, john, jade, roxy
best gifts: void essence, squid ink
karkat
young rancher
gruff and loud but cares about his friends. loves his animals
friends: dave, jade, kanaya, terezi, john
best gifts: crab cakes, pomegranate
aradia
curator of the museum
a bit off-putting but friendly
friends: dave, kanaya, terezi, vriska
best gifts: artifacts
kanaya
local seamstress
spends a lot of time at the library
carries around a parasol in the sun, for some reason (she’s a vampire)
friends: rose, karkat, aradia
best gifts: cloth, solar essence, jade
terezi
blind
was gonna go to law school but dropped out
searching for her friend and roommate vriska, who went missing while out adventuring about a year prior
friends: vriska, karkat, dave, john
best gifts: cherry, spicy eel, cranberry candy
vriska
is missing
probably got cursed by a witch or something
player can help the characters develop their own relationships by raising their heart level and not pursuing a romantic relationship with either party
rose and kanaya
both of them are admiring the other from afar, but are too afraid to make any moves
dave and karkat
karkat’s emotional repression and dave’s sexuality confusion prevents them from becoming something more
dirk and jake
they had a messy breakup a while back and still feel something for each other but also will not talk to each other about it
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Ooooooo, Pray tell, what are your thoughts for the DarkDinosquadAU?
Lamb Anon
Hi 🐑 Anon!! I'm glad to hear from you again!
Okay, so my idea for it goes something like this:
Reader, who was likely the member of the squad (the main AU one, with Scott, Rogue, Remy, and Pietro, plus Logan as their good raptor teacher), to struggle the most with accepting their situation and forging friendships withe everyone (a bit like Caruso, kinda, from the original show), ends up leaving for a bit. You know, the angry walk and rant about how they aren't okay or happy with what's going on... (It's in almost every 2000s kids heroes'tv shows...) Yet they end up caught, by scientists or hunters or someone who wants to pick apart their dinosaur form and more or less kill them to do so... Maybe Reader kept the teams secrets from them, or maybe Reader led them away from the team, so as to save or spare them... Either way...
Reader ends up hurt. The bad kind of hurt.
Maybe they had to fight a hunter. Maybe the scientists experimented on them. Or some strange mix of those options... Reader ends up rescued just in time by their team (plus one p*ssed-off Logan), and is taken back to their base/lighthouse...
Reader is taken care of while they're asleep (think Leonardo from TMNT after getting hurt, where they all went to the farm/barn...). They eventually wake up, and go through the process of getting back on their feet, but not without having a few heart-to-heart discussions with each team member, about how they don't hate them, they never did... they just were scared, of being rejected and about being a dinosaur and how they were the smallest/weakest member... And they all forgive each other, assure Reader, and life seems to move on...
Except a few weeks to about a month later, Reader starts to show symptoms of something.
They all think it's a small cold or fever at first. But it doesn't go away... They keep an eye on it, and while it doesn't affect their efforts on keeping the town safe from Victor, the more time that passes, the worse it gets. Ultimately, Reader starts coughing something up... Yet it isn't regular bile or vomit or puss or blood... It's... No one is sure what it is. It appears black, almost like oil or ink... yet it has the same viscosity of ink or bile... It's disturbing. Logan starts running tests, trying to figure out what the h*ll is going on, but it isn't any illness or poison that modern or ancient medicines know of. It's something new. And from what the tests point to... Reader is slowly being poisoned from the inside out. The substance, whatever it is, feeds off of them and whatever they digest/ingest, and keeps spreading to living tissues. It seems to destroy everything it touches, devouring it or rotting it, leaving behind the black residue...
So Reader only has a few months left.
Logan does what he can, but it doesn't change anything. Reader accepts what's happening to them, as that's the only thing they can do, they believe. And the others...?
When they find out that Logan has done all he can... they decide to turn to Victor. He's their enemy, yes. He wants to turn animals and humans and plants back to prehistoric times, yes. He's scary, dangerous, and could hurt them, yes. But he's their last option... So with that, they get in contact with him, without Reader's or Logan's knowledge, ready to try a new approach...
Reader does what they can to enjoy the time they have left, yet with each passing week, then each month, it only gets worse. Coughing up more and more of the black bile, growing weaker and pained... It hurts, what they're going through, but they'll try to stay for as long as they can.
One night, they start to feel worse, more drowsy and tired and sick... They ask if Logan can stay with them until it's over... He does.
Yet after a day, Reader is unresponsive...
They aren't dead, not yet, but he's staying by them until it's over, even if it takes months...
The others, who have spent the last few months secretly getting the help of Victor and trying to come to grips with the choice they've made, find them like that. They'd only been gone a day or so, giving a few samples of the residue to their new mentor/ally... And now Reader isn't waking up, and Logan isn't leaving them until they're gone. They try to say they have an idea, if he'll listen... Yet when they say who they think they should go to, who they should bring Reader to, he grows worried. Upset. Because he doesn't trust his brother, and he can't guarantee he'd help them, or even not betray them...
But they weren't going to take no for an answer... And out from the shadows comes his brother, the last person he thinks should be there. He tries to say something... but then he's fading out, a small sting in his shoulder...
Victor takes all of them in, and while he doesn't find a cure, he finds something to stave off the illness for the moment. Once it's given to Reader, they wake up in a few days...
And now they have to face the fact they're trapped, Logan is sedated, their friends aren't with them, and the last person- well, dinosaur- they want to be near is the one who's keeping them there... and taking care of them, all of them, for some reason...
(And this is where I'm at a crossroads as to what path to take. Also, Victor would never kill any of them or eat them or hurt them, but he's not letting Reader or Logan leave, and while he and the others are working together, he still doesn't plan to let them leave, either, should they change their minds... He wants to keep them all alive, happy, even... But it seems he has a few humans to get rid of... Starting with the one/s who almost killed one of his and his brother's nestlings...)
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#yander platonic xmen#🦖dino squad🦕 au#dark 🦖dino squad🦕 au
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This doesn't have much to do with your Au, which by the way is incredible and fascinates me, the question is, who are your favorite characters from the HTF Original? And what did you use to create your 3 main OCs? (PS: Cro-Marmot is very cute in your drawings 💚)
Again, I really can’t pick favorites, they all have such fun gimmicks and dynamics. I work more along the lines of “what kind of story do I wanna tell” and then cast accordingly. Every single one of them has been a hoot in one way or another though.
If I’m going by which ones have had some of my favorite gags/deaths? Narrowing it down to 3? It may come as a surprise but that might have to be Mime, Nutty, and Handy. When either of those three are on screen I know it’s about to be a good time. They can always make me laugh.
Flaky I have a soft spot for because man do I want to root for them so bad. I want them to fight and succeed against all odds. They make such a great protagonist character. Then there’s Flippy who has a big heart but also has a very very unfortunate problem that is an absolute blast to write about. He’s trying his best.
Literally I can sit down and come up with gags for any character though and it’s always fun, no matter the character. Even Cro Marmot I have learned to really really love, not just because of the backstory I have for him but also just the silliness of his whole inanimate block of ice gimmicks.
As for what I used to create the Trio ocs…um…my brain? And all the inspirations that my brain has soaked up during my years of living I suppose? I needed antagonists for a plot and so I based them around the Cursed Idol and then they just grew and grew and grew as I developed the story more and now they have a whole life of their own. The story initially created these characters and in turn these characters now create the story. After a certain point they just write themselves.
And thank you! I love this goofy caveman. I really wanna draw more of his prehistoric shenanigans
#happy tree friends#htf#htf cro marmot#dino-sore days#htf be brave#people always ask me who my favorite characters are and like….#THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD#I don’t think there’s one I dislike
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What's your plans after finishing star holder AU?
Hello!
I'm not too sure.
I just started DLNS: Prehistoric Paradise. And obviously I don't plan to abandon it.
However, I think once SH has wrapped, I want to start working on stuff outside the DCA Fandom.
Maybe Undertale related. Possibly Digital Circus related. Uncertain. Either way, I hope everyone will enjoy the ride.
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Imagine Lamb starting as a young sheriff or deputy only to have his whole town be taking over by the Bishop's gang/and or they burnt the whole town to the ground. Lamb is all on their own until an outlaw Nari pickups em up to join in his own revenge against the Bishops. They ride off into the sunset on the same horse. That's what western stories are like rite idk
Can I steal from you
Husky you genius
The final battle can be some moment of betrayal from Narinder but you're going to have to tie me down to stop me from making it into narilamb somehow
I really love the sheepfolk are farmers idea that a lot of fans have, so we can say that the sheepfolk run a farm, and have been terrorized and controlled by the bishop's gang for years
But now the gang has gotten too big, too greedy, the sheepfolk don't have much left- maybe the land has gone dry, the gang doesn't like this and attacks them
Where narinder would fit into all of this I don't know, maybe the gang didn't always leech off the sheepfolk and there was some disagreement that led to it? Maybe narinder didn't want to go into hiding and steal from farmers and wanted to be a *real* gunslinger and keep stealing from trains and banks like "true" outlaws but the industrialization has forced them to move. (Kinda like red dead 2) and not everyone agreed, but things got bad- he split from them in some grand notion of disagreement and betrayal.
BUT IDK EITHER I need to think about it a lil more haha you got my brain going though that's for sure!!! Shit I need to go to bed!
Now I wanna draw them all rrrrggrgrgrgrgrh I might even change species around like in my prehistoric au
#ask#do u want to make this au real#i have a secret love for westerns#and by that i mean i love rango and red dead i don't actually consume many westerns
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My mind is weird... but I had this random AU of "What if the Ghosts were dragons?"
It's silly, cause logically it makes no sense but these are my ideas:
All the ghosts are small cat sized dragons (excluding Robin) who basically like in the mansion.
Dragons are known to exist in this universe, but they are rare to find and usually hidden. They're basically like giant rats who speak, but in a dragon tongue.
Robin is a prehistoric dragon, who is larger in size but still manages to hide himself well.
Humphrey isn't headless xD
Mary is a very long (and derpy) dragon.
Kitty is the tiny one, or like cute one xD
Thomas is Thomas, but a dragon.
Franny is also just franny. Grumpy dragon.
Same for the Captain.
Pat is the friendly dragon xD a bit chub too.
Amd Julian is the only one with wings big enough to let him fly (cause most - not all - of the others have tiny wings that are useless).
Alison and Mike inherit the mansion like in canon.
Now this is where I'm like, unsure how to proceed xD
My ideas were either that the dragons are still souls of the dead, but instead of spirits they become dragons... or they're just born dragons.
Then Alison, and how she communicates with them, would play out that somehow she ends up being able to speak dragon, and also has some dragon skills/features (longer tongue, eyes glow, fangs, pointy ears, tougher skin).
Idk just my random brain spitting out ideas. I do wanna doodle the cast as dragons tho... maybe if I have time xD
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cw: 18+ content, afab reader, egg preg, Slither Wing Emmet, pokehybrid au
why is all the smut I have been writing moth adjacent recently?
You shivered as the odd hybrid pinned you to your bed. His fuzz tickled your skin while his wings stretched out for a moment. Suddenly, why Volcarona were often remarked as appearing like the sun was apparent to you. A strange squeaking noise came from him as he tilted his head. His eyes were a lot more bug-like than most modern bug-type hybrids. They squinted as he observed your clothing with an obvious annoyance on his face. The sheer size of him made you a bit nervous.
“Hey,” you called out to catch his attention, “Are… you horny?” The gears in his head turned at your words. It was obvious, but he seriously was unsure of modern language. You wanted to both curse and thank whoever brought these prehistoric hybrids from the past. His hips ground against yours. A soft whine came from you. This was part of the reason you were going back and forth about these two. One was so extremely horny and stringent in his refusal to better learn about the world he found himself in. The other was a lot more manageable in comparison, however.
You decided to give the poor bug a hand and help strip away your layers. He immediately perked up at your actions and freed his grasp on your wrists. His long, scaly tail wagging slightly while his antennae twitched as more of your skin was exposed to him. A certain grin danced across his lips as ground against your bare crotch, with a slight moan escaping his throat. His fluff felt strange in such a sensitive place. This kept on until you felt something strange growing and pressing out from his crotch area. “Wh-what is that?” you asked. Emmet either understood this or the expression on your face, so he moved away from you to let you see.
From a hidden slit within his fluff appeared a thick and strange phallus that certainly reminded you of ovipositors, but there was just something so different about it and large. Much like the rest of him, everything just seemed too big. You had done some minor research into him and his brothers, and they appeared to be from the dinosaur era. Before you could further your inquiry into that thought, he rubbed the ovipositor against you and forced a moan from both of you.
It was warm; much hotter than you had expected. Maybe it was because it was sheathed inside him, or maybe the heat that Volcaronas have modernly started much longer than currently accepted. His hips humped against you for a moment, length pressing between your folds and rubbing against you distractingly. You felt your arousal grow hotter by the moment. His eyes closed as he seemingly focused on his pleasure for a moment. The way his wings pressed to him was oddly cute.
It was unbeknownst to you if he was trying to turn you on or simply had no clue what to do with his dick, so you decided to give him a hand. Gently pushing him away, you moved a hand between your legs to help ready yourself for his girthy offering. He tilted his head at your actions, but observed everything you did closely. As you parted your labia, you circled around your entrance for a second before pushing a finger inside. This was now partly a show, after all. Might as well entertain him. Maybe he will learn something, too.
You quickly had another finger join your first alongside a thumb to rub against your clit. The intensity from Emmet's gaze sent a shiver down your spine. His wings twitched as he watched you ready yourself for him. It was pretty embarrassing, but you managed to keep your cool despite the increase in blood flow in your body. Just as you felt you were about ready to take him, he suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled it out of the way.
His face leaned close to your pussy, causing you to jump with every heated breath that came from him. For a moment, Emmet just remained there. Then, his oddly long tongue poked out from his lips and he gave a tentative lick between your folds. A shudder came from you, as he swirled it around your clit for a moment before bringing it down to your entrance to press inside. His antennae moved excitedly as he let out a soft whine. You cried from the sudden pleasure he brought. It swirled around inside you, prodding you in ways a human tongue could simply never manage.
It pressed so well into sensitive areas that you reached a hand to pulled his face closer to you. This, however, made him pull back. The sudden action set him off, it seemed. Still, he gazed at you with a gleam around his mouth. He licked it away and carefully began to move over you. Again, he pressed you to the bed, restraining you. For a moment, you wondered if these were normal mating procedures for his species, but the thought was banished from your mind with his ovipositor pressing against you. Emmet now apparently grasped what he needed to do.
The bug hybrid positioned the head of his length to your entrance. There was nothing to be said, so with a quick glance at you, he began to push inside of you. You grasped the sheets as it speared you open. It was, without a doubt, bigger than anything you had ever hoped to take before. The stretch was surprisingly painless, but you still felt overwhelmed from the sheer sensation of it all. Laying limp for a moment, you watched as Emmet's eyes squeezed closed again. He had seemingly pressed all of his ovipositor that you could take into you.
“Nih-” the syllable was caught off by a whine, “Nihcee. Vehrrrry nice.” He managed. Those silver eyes suddenly locked onto yours as he laid against your body, fur tickling your skin. You felt flustered by his attempt at words. Had he actually been paying attention? You had no more time to think on it before he began to slowly pull out. Then, he thrust back in. You moaned. A giggle like noise came from him. The expression on his face did not reflect such a sound, however.
His hips soon fell into a fast and rough rutting, clearly showing how he leaned more feral than aware. His noises were an odd mix of squeaks and grunts, while you struggle not to whine and moan from it all. It hit you deep, pointed head hitting your cervix with each thrust. You desperately tried to meet his pace, feeling a heat beginning to coil in your stomach. It grew tighter as he brought one of his hands down to press between your folds. Emmet instantly took to rubbing your clit with his thumb. You felt so full and contented.
An expected kiss from him to your lips left you awestruck. The poking of his tongue against your lips left you completely at will to his wants. Its thin length explored around curiously before curling around your tongue. You cried into his mouth. A shiver shot down your spine as his fur brushed against your nipples, too. He fucked into you harder, forcing an unexpected orgasm from you.
The sound that came from him as your walls tightened around him could only be described as something feral. Recovery was impossible as he immediately set into rocking you harder against the mattress. You cried out, slowly being pushed into overstimulation. There was nothing to slow him down; the only thing on his mind was your heat swaddling around him. This veracity ripped another orgasm from you, but this still did not slow him down.
He kept going further, sending you into the madness of pleasure. You felt completely exhausted and out of your own mind when he finally came to an abrupt stop. Emmet held himself above you, wings and antennae shivering as a cry left his throat. The moment of respite was much appreciated… Until you remembered the next step for nearly all bug hybrids. A swelling formed at the base of his ovipositor and slowly descended, momentarily catching on your entrance. It pushed through, however, as your muscles had been thoroughly weakened by the constant fucking Emmet had wrought upon you for what must have been hours.
The egg travelled down and stopped dead against your cervix. The Slither Wing hybrid's face twisted with confusion. You tried to open your mouth, but he was quick to bring his hand back between your legs. A cry left you as tears burned your eyes. His thumb played with your clit perfectly. It seemed he was a faster learner than he let on. You came again, harshly, and he took the opportunity to push his ovipositor deeper into you. Any resistance was easily defeated by the prehistoric pokemon.
It was deposited inside you with ease and was accompanied by a liquid. Before you could even process it, another was making its way through the ovipositor. Its descent was easier than its predecessor as it rolled into and joined it. Your toes curled from the peculiar sensation. Emmet groaned as another travelled down, and then another. A fifth, sixth, seventh were quickly laid inside you, each around the size of a baseball. From what you had seen, these were much bigger than the modern eggs of most moth hybrids.
You came for the last time when the eighth, and final, egg landed inside of you. Shuddering, too, when a large amount of the heated liquid spewed inside as well. Emmet carefully removed his length from you, clearly focused on keeping his eggs inside of you. The hybrid carefully began to settle blankets, sheets, and clothing around you, ripping and tearing them to your distant annoyance. One blanket was draped over you as he worked to make his equivalent of a nest.
By the time he was finished, you were already drifting off. He settled next to you, curling around your smaller body with his fuzzy one, The smell of something musky hit your nose, but you nuzzled into him, enjoying the heat he gave. A yawn came from you as finally felt your consciousness fade, body completely tired out.
“Love you,” he cooed perfectly.
Suddenly, you were wide awake.
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What I see: Multiple 65/Star Wars AU's where Commander Mills is a displaced Ben Solo trapped on prehistoric Earth.
I raise you this: A 65/Star Wars AU where Commander Mills is a displaced Ben Solo...but instead of being trapped on a prehistoric Earth ? He's on either on a modern day Isla Sorna, or Skull Island.
Not just because I'm a crossover nut, but the paleo nerd in me seriously looking at this theropod, and thinking “Okay, either this thing's a differently evolved cousin of the Vastatosaurus Rex...or one of Dr. Wu's experiments he put in the “maybe” pile.”
I'm also genuinely betting that they're gonna pull a “This was modern Earth all along” twist.
#crossover crack#65 movie#star wars au#commander mills#ben solo#kylo ren#adam driver#jusrassic park#king kong
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