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It’s been a while, but here’s another whacky dream.

Last night I dreamt I was a were-dinosaur. I could turn into a largish predator, smaller than a T-Rex, but bulkier than the velociraptors from Jurassic Park. Maybe I was something like an albertosaurus. Anyway, Jack and Annie from the Magic Tree House series were with me and they could also turn into dinosaurs. Annie turned into a raptor about waist-high, and Jack turned into a large triceratops. When I first saw Jack’s form I thought “It’s because he thinks he has to protect Annie from their father” because in this dream they were from an abusive family.

This dream took place on my family’s farm, which has a lot of pasture and garden and then forest. There was a T-Rex in the forest that we had to avoid at all costs because it would eat us, but it wasn’t hunting us, which is a good thing. Anyway, Jack, Annie and I were out hunting and we were creeping through the forest and we spotted a duckbill dinosaur. I attacked and clamped my jaws around it’s throat so that it couldn’t bellow and draw the T-Rex and then I slashed open its belly with the claws on my feet. It died quickly, and I stood guard while Jack and Annie ate. Jack the triceratops ate from the dead dinosaur too. It occurs to me now that the duckbill could very easily be another were-dinosaur and we ate a person, which is incredibly disturbing.

Afterwards, we were human again at an outdoor water facet and we were spraying ourselves clean because we were covered in blood. Back at the house, Jack and Annie’s aunt was going to take them on a picnic but I didn’t trust her so I was going to go along as well. She had me dig out some bananas from a cupboard that were firm and cool but black and they stained the shirt I wrapped them in. And that was it.

"The Lion Woman"

"The Lion Woman"

Selena pulled the hood of her sweater up over her pale hair as the sun began sinking down behind the horizon. She was alone on the mountaintop, able to see the whole valley below. The smell of pine and the drizzling rain clung to her skin. Her mind drifted to the night of the harvest moon nine months ago. Conner had taken her to the beach that night. It was a party of some sort. Selena wasn’t entire certain. She didn’t get out much, didn’t have many friends. That was why it had surprised her so much that Conner had asked her to go with him. Surprised and pleased her. He had pulled her away from the bonfire just as the sun was going down, just like it was going down right now. She wasn’t sure how it had happened. It just had. One moment they were kissing and the next…

 She pressed a hand to her swollen belly, feeling the baby kick as the full moon rose over the mountain.

 “Soon, little one,” she whispered, already feeling her nails become claws and the fur sprouting over her skin. “Soon.”

 She raised her face to the moon and howled.


A/N: I’ve had this image in my head for a while (that’s supposed to be a baby in a full moon), and the other day I drew it in my sketchbook for my art class. Then I thought it needed some sort of story to go with it, so I wrote up this snapshot.

Selena pulled the hood of her sweater up over her pale hair as the sun began sinking down behind the horizon. She was alone on the mountaintop, able to see the whole valley below. The smell of pine and the drizzling rain clung to her skin. Her mind drifted to the night of the harvest moon nine months ago. Conner had taken her to the beach that night. It was a party of some sort. Selena wasn’t entire certain. She didn’t get out much, didn’t have many friends. That was why it had surprised her so much that Conner had asked her to go with him. Surprised and pleased her. He had pulled her away from the bonfire just as the sun was going down, just like it was going down right now. She wasn’t sure how it had happened. It just had. One moment they were kissing and the next…

She pressed a hand to her swollen belly, feeling the baby kick as the full moon rose over the mountain.

“Soon, little one,” she whispered, already feeling her nails become claws and the fur sprouting over her skin. “Soon.”

She raised her face to the moon and howled.


A/N: I’ve had this image in my head for a while (that’s supposed to be a baby in a full moon), and the other day I drew it in my sketchbook for my art class. Then I thought it needed some sort of story to go with it, so I wrote up this snapshot.

"I don’t mean you but young people these days are selfish and lazy."

How is this not about me when I’m young people and you’re staring me in the face?

I think I may have woke up too early this morning. Or perhaps I did not go to bed early enough. Or maybe I didn’t eat a good enough breakfast. Or maybe I’m just arrogant and I can’t think about others. There are millions of people in worse situations than I am, how dare I feel sad?

So I’ve been watching the Beverly Hillbillies for a while

And now I really want an AU in with Jane Hathaway decides not to put up with Drysdale’s abuse and greed anymore and quits. She then moves in with the Clampets because she has no money anymore to live on, and reluctantly tells them exactly what sort of man Drysdale is. Then while she’s talking with Granny about how she’s probably going to have to move to another city and take a menial job, Granny suggests that she open her own bank, which she does. The Clampets become her first and largest depositor, and that is enough to get her plenty of other depositors. But instead of putting together ridiculous schemes to force them to stick around, when he decide to move she wishes them a fond farewell and hope that they will be happy for the rest of their days. The Clampets, not wanting or needing all of their millions, give everything to her and she doesn’t know until they’re gone. That’s what I want.

The Ghost-demon police chief who apparently is really dumb

Last night I dreamt that I was told by police that a demon ghost was going to come after me, and they told me that my cellphone had been damaged beyond repair in a fire and so gave me this turtle phone thing so that I could call for help, but this turtle phone had no buttons. So I just dug out one of my old phones and charged it so that I could call 911 if need be. Well, my sister was also told that this ghost was going to come after her, but she wasn’t scared. She was going to go watch a horror movie at the theatre (which I think was supposed to summon the ghost but idk). Anyway, I ended up staying home with my old cellphone handy, and then somebody broke in and chased me around the house. It was clearly not a ghost but I thought it was. And then he caught me and it was the police chief, even though he had face that was not human. Buggy red eyes, gigantic, fanged mouth. Anyway, he told me that the ghost-demon was a ruse so that he wouldn’t get caught, and he was going to kill me, but I told him that I had already called 911. He laughed and said “that turtle doesn’t work!” and then I held up my old cellphone. He took it and smashed it, but I laughed and told him it wasn’t the only cellphone that I had hidden in my house and they were all calling 911, so even if he killed me everybody would know that he was the murderer.
And then I woke up.

Saw Captain America

And to avoid spoilering people, I will say nothing. Wanna chat, fanmail is open! :)

"Tony, you remember Captain Carol Danvers? One of my Air Force protégées"

"Captain" Tony murmured, reaching out to shake the blonde woman’s hand. "Hell of a landing. You’re quite the marvel."

"Thank you, Mister Stark" she answered, returning the handshake with a confident grip. "You don’t mind that I landed here, right? I was going to land on the roof, but then I saw the no parking sign."

"I’ll let you know if I see a parking inspector" Tony said dryly.

Tony gestured for the two Air Force officers to join him inside. Back up in his living quarters, he stepped behind the bar with the intent of pouring himself a large, stiff drink, when Steve burst out of the elevator.

"Did someone just land a jet on the helipad? I was coming up East 45th on my bike and-" he broke off to stride over to the window, looking down. His mouth fell open.

"Wow" was all that he managed.

Tony couldn’t help but grin. “Steve, you’ve met Colonel Rhodes, but the ms. marvel of a pilot, there, is Captain Carol Danvers, of the US Air Force. Danvers, this is the one-and-only Captain Steven Rogers.”

It was Carol’s turn to look gobsmacked. Steve broke off from staring at the jet to turn and shake Carol’s hand. “Captain” he greeted.

"Captain" she returned. She stared at him, broke off to glance at Rhodey, who smiled mildly at her. "What an honour" she said, staring at Steve wide eyed. She caught herself, looked away and shook her head. "I’m sorry, sir. It’s just that… my family is military, have been for several generations, so I grew up on stories about you…"
-Vicissitude, chapter 1 by Bombshell1701

Carol Danvers

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8599891/1/Vicissitude

"Tony, you remember Captain Carol Danvers? One of my Air Force protégées"

"Captain" Tony murmured, reaching out to shake the blonde woman’s hand. "Hell of a landing. You’re quite the marvel."

"Thank you, Mister Stark" she answered, returning the handshake with a confident grip. "You don’t mind that I landed here, right? I was going to land on the roof, but then I saw the no parking sign."

"I’ll let you know if I see a parking inspector" Tony said dryly.

Tony gestured for the two Air Force officers to join him inside. Back up in his living quarters, he stepped behind the bar with the intent of pouring himself a large, stiff drink, when Steve burst out of the elevator.

"Did someone just land a jet on the helipad? I was coming up East 45th on my bike and-" he broke off to stride over to the window, looking down. His mouth fell open.

"Wow" was all that he managed.

Tony couldn’t help but grin. “Steve, you’ve met Colonel Rhodes, but the ms. marvel of a pilot, there, is Captain Carol Danvers, of the US Air Force. Danvers, this is the one-and-only Captain Steven Rogers.”

It was Carol’s turn to look gobsmacked. Steve broke off from staring at the jet to turn and shake Carol’s hand. “Captain” he greeted.

"Captain" she returned. She stared at him, broke off to glance at Rhodey, who smiled mildly at her. "What an honour" she said, staring at Steve wide eyed. She caught herself, looked away and shook her head. "I’m sorry, sir. It’s just that… my family is military, have been for several generations, so I grew up on stories about you…"
-Vicissitude, chapter 1 by Bombshell1701

Carol Danvers

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8599891/1/Vicissitude