The Mage's Retreat

An OG MOTU/POP blog with a bit of other stuff sprinkled in for flavor and home of the Skeletoids.

[callaofmageros]

Any interest in a few alternate endings/what if scenarios for The Greatest Magic of All? Something that wouldn't see Keldor with his own kingdom, but accepting that fate might have him in a more supportive role of maybe Calla or someone else close to him?

[callaofmageros]

Muldoon's shorts get mentioned so often in the JP fandom, they might as well be a separate character...

[callaofmageros]

Fanfic: Robert Muldoon/OC (Jurassic Park)

Man of Action ch. 2.

Notes: implied sex, teasing, references to physical and psychological effects of a prior pregnancy

Robert’s eyes blinked open as the first beams of sunlight peeked through the not quite fully closed blinds.

It was just as well. He tended to be an early riser and, according to Tessa, one of those maddeningly few humans who woke up ready to take on the world.

Robert Muldoon had been known to roll out of bed and go straight to cleaning the house on a day off.

Sans coffee.

Heresy, as far as Tessa was concerned.

Two decades later, Robert still couldn't wrap his mind around the mentality that Tessa, and others like her, had about coffee. That coffee was “the elixir of life” as Tessa called it and that “she wasn't worth a sh*t without it.”

He yawned, fighting the urge to stretch with Tessa’s slim, athletic frame still spooned up against his own strong body. It had been a struggle for Tessa to regain her figure after the birth of their daughter eighteen years ago, but with effort, and many hikes and trips to the gym, she had persevered. It had not been necessary for Robert's sake. He loved her for her, but he knew that it had been important to her that she be in good physical condition for her own career and health and he had done his best to be supportive. He remembered how envious she had been of women whose figures just snapped right back after childbirth and frustrated that it had taken her more time.

Today though, Tessa would likely be jet lagged so he didn't wish to wake her just yet. Besides, it would give him an opportunity to practice relaxing in bed for a while and easing into his day. It was a skill he hadn't yet mastered even after years of Tessa's encouragement.

Off in the distance the deep bellows and higher pitched trumpeting calls of the Brachiosaurus mingled with the more familiar chirps of local birds. As he listened, Robert almost believed he could drift off back to sleep.

Perhaps I should try just this once…, he thought as he snuggled closer to Tessa. With a happy smile like a kid in the candy store, Robert gave her a gentle squeeze and pressed his lips against her shoulder.

Another Brachiosaurus joined the chorus out in the park and its bellow was promptly answered by the angry roar of the Tyrannosaurus.

Stark silence fell over the island save for Tessa's sleepy chuckle.

“Somebody hasn't had their coffee yet,” she smirked.

Robert laughed quietly in Tessa's hair. The scent of strawberries and the woody Oriental perfume she usually wore filled his nose and he inhaled deeply.

Tessa rubbed her eyes before rolling over in place onto her back. Grinning, she reached up to caress Robert's face.

“I wish there was a way to make your five o’clock shadow permanent. I love it when it feels like sandpaper.”

Robert lifted his eyebrows incredulously.

“It grows so fast it practically is permanent,” he lamented, lowering his mouth to hers for a long, deep kiss.

Their eyes lingered on each other even as the kiss ended.

“I love you,” Robert murmured.

“I love you too,” Tessa responded equally as quietly.

“Even with my morning breath?”

Tessa laughed and swatted him gently on a well muscled arm. “It still reeks of Scotch, you git! I wonder if the TRex’s is worse?”

“I don't know. I try not to get that close to her.”

A wide, amused smile lit up Robert's face. As he brushed Tessa's hair back from her face, his gaze turned more thoughtful.

“We should call Roxanne today. See how she's settling in at university, I've been missing my little girl. I've been missing both of you.”

A smug grin rugged at Tessa's lips.

“Well, I've solved half of your dilemma. Your little girl though is grown now and off to university and will be dating and all that.”

A grimace twisted Robert's face at the mention of his daughter dating. “She is still daddy's little girl and no one will be dating her!”

Tessa roared with laughter, her blue eyes crinkling with mirth.

“Oh, Muldy, you're down here on Isla Nublar. She's up in England. How are you going to stop her? You can't just beam over there like they do in Star Trek!”

The game warden growled in displeasure.

“You do remember how old we were when she was born, right?” Tessa teased.

“We were too young and that's why I don't want any men near her until she finishes school,” Robert said as if his word was final and sat up causing Tessa's face to scrunch up in disappointment.

“You're not getting up already, are you? It's Saturday.”

“We may have to compromise. I can't just lay here doing nothing all day. However…,” he trailed off suggestively as he ran his hand slowly up and down Tessa's arm, causing her to shiver.

“You're gonna be a bear to deal with for the first few weeks aren't you?”

She carded her fingers through his thick, course chest hair.

With an impish grin, he rolled over on top of her.

[callaofmageros]

Fanfic: Robert Muldoon/OC (Jurassic Park)

Man of Action ch. 1.

Notes: implied sex, bickering (lighthearted), alcohol

“Just a second!”

The unexpected sound of her doorbell had just about shaken Tessa’s soul straight out of her body. The sudden surge of adrenaline shook her hands as she hurriedly tried to finish ponytailing her sandy blonde hair. At least she was in something comfortable.

She jogged across her new living room in her flowing leopard print dress, wondering who could possibly need her after six in the evening. She had already checked in with Mr. Hammond and Mr. Harding when she arrived a few hours earlier and then she was shown to her quarters to settle in.

Settling in was what she'd been trying to do when she'd been interrupted by her doorbell.

“Tessa, come on!”

Tessa's hand paused over the door handle. She'd know that impatient command anywhere at any time, but how had he discovered she was here already? Unless Hammond or Harding let it slip. That was her fault though. Thinking she'd have ample time to surprise him herself she hadn't bothered asking them to keep quiet.

Taking a deep breath of the sage incense stick she had burning on the coffee table, she willed calm and imagined the soothing sound of waves crashing on the beach. Anything to buffer her against the seething fury of a game warden who warned her vehemently against coming here.

Tessa let out the breath as she turned the handle and gently pulled the door open. Her face brightened with a wide toothy grin as she met her visitor's steely gaze.

Robert Muldoon. The new Jurassic Park’s game warden and her significant other of more than two decades.

“Ey up!” She greeted him a little too enthusiastically and then winced at how desperate she sounded to mollify him.

He ignored her and pushed past her into the living room. His stern, penetrating gaze swept around the small quarters as if he was on one of his big game hunts.

“Where is it?” He asked in that no nonsense tone of his.

Of course, after more than twenty years together, she knew what Muldoon was talking about.

“Seriously, Muldy…,” She faltered at his angry glare. She knew he hated it when she called him that, especially since she did it when he was being especially stuffy. Stale, like old bread.

“Of course, seriously, Tessa. I know you have it so where is it?!” He insisted even more impatiently.

"Flippin'eck! I know you've got your own stash. Why are you over here trying to raid mine?!"

"Because I know how you work. You'd bring me the good stuff to appease my anger at your coming here against my wishes and I mean to enjoy what's mine. Every last drop."

Tessa's eyebrow lifted in indignation, but she couldn't deny that Muldoon's assessment was correct. He was a maddeningly perceptive bastard at times and he didn't play games. With a sigh, she jerked her head toward the furniture.

Muldoon followed her gaze to the little green couch perpendicular to the bay window and sliding glass door.

A large, navy blue duffle bag packed with clothes and other necessities rested open on the couch. Some of the clothes and her makeup bag had already been lifted out and set to the side.

Muldoon stomped over and rummaged through the bag until he found the longed for item.

It was like the maddeningly tedious task of peeling an onion as he unwrapped the shirts. Finally victorious, Muldoon’s blue eyes lit up as he cradled the bottle of Scotch in one large hand. Tessa looked on with her arms crossed. She shook her head in amusement.

“You're happier to see that dusty old bottle of Scotch than you are to see me. How touching. At least I'm good for something.”

Muldoon glanced at her sharply and Tessa realized he was hurt that she thought that.

“I am not happier to see this bottle of Scotch than I am to see you, love.” His gaze softened as it did in that way only for her. “But I meant it when I said this place is too dangerous. I did not want you risking your life here. But since you are, you're about to be good for something else tonight.”

With a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a slight upward tugging of his normally stern mouth, Muldoon knelt next to Tessa. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he hefted her over his right shoulder with his immense strength. Tessa squealed in surprised delight as he carried her off to her bedroom with the bottle of Scotch still tucked securely in his left arm.

[ivorydragoness44]

Robert Muldoon x Reader: Hats Off

Word Count: 1,784 Warnings/Notes: Reader taking Robert’s hat, very light scolding if you squint at it, mention of a sick dinosaur, light and brief hand pat on the butt, hugging, hand-holding, and kissing. Summary: The Reader begins to take Robert’s hat and wear it for themselves. Over time, the initial annoyance becomes endearing.

A/N: I never thought that I'd write for any character from the first Jurassic Park lol and yet here we are. I hope you enjoy reading this!

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  Isla Nublar, a place of work and a home away from home. The tropical foliage, usual clear skies, and noticeable humidity would look like the ideal vacation location to most, but not in the past few years. However the changes and daily work, you were most grateful for one thing: your partner.   Once built, the Visitors Center of Jurassic Park had become your home. The spacious accommodations were just a glimpse of Hammond’s “spared no expense”. It was within it that you sipped on your favorite morning drink.   “I would ask why you rise so early…but I’m sure you’ve heard that from me far too many times.” You smiled as Robert Muldoon adjusted the height of his socks.   “There are a lot of things that need my attention today. It’s best to get an early start.”   “No wonder the sun is your alarm clock,” you hummed into the rim of your mug.   Straightening up, he clipped on his identification badge. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to do the same.”   “I have plenty of time before my shift starts.”   “For now.”   “I’ll take my chances.”   “That’s what worries me,” his voice hummed low in his disapproval. The duties he had on his daily list were all important. There was no doubt in that. He had to ensure the safety of the staff and all of the future guests. With two islands containing dinosaurs, it was no light task.

  Placing your mug down, you stepped over to Robert. “Be careful,” you said, pulling him into a snug embrace.   “I will,” he said, and kissed you lips as you slowly backed out of the hug. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”   You smiled. “How will I cope?”   “Getting to work on time,” he chided with a twinkle in his eyes. Mildly paying no mind to your pout, he popped on his hat and turned for the door.   As he walked away from you, you took long quiet strides toward him. Somehow you managed to reach him just as his finger curled around the door handle. Barely, you snatched the hat off of his head.   Pausing, he turned with a raised eyebrow. His blue eyes shifted between your own and his hat. “I have to go, you know,” he said with hands on his hips.   You smiled widely, mischievous.   Reaching up, he took his hat back. “I’ll be needing this, thank you.”

  The break on your schedule was nearing its end. As you strolled through the main building of the Visitors Center, you turned a familiar corner and spotted a certain khaki cross your vision. You smiled.   Heading down the corridor toward the Control Room, Robert Muldoon seemingly always had his job on his mind.   Taking probably the longest strides of your life, you plucked the hat right off of his head. The way his boots stopped promptly on the floor made you bite back a snicker.   He sighed. “Making a habit out of this, are we?” Slowly, he turned to find you smiling and adjusting the hat on your head.   “If the hat fits.”   “I’m sure you’d make it fit either way, love.”   “Yeah, probably,” you shrugged.   “May I?” He asked, extending out his palm to you. “I have to check the weather report.”   Though you did not entirely want to, you handed his hat back.   “Thank you. Now don’t you have to get back to work yourself?”   “Yes, in…” you paused to check your watch, “five minutes.”   “Then you better get going, hmm?” The smirk on his lips was not so subtle.   “If you say so,” you teased back, slowly turning away.   “I do. Now, come on,” he said, lightly patting your backside.   “I’m going… I’m going,” you laughed.

  Lunch time. It was one of your favorite parts of the day. And not just because your stomach was growling like an unknown subspecies of a dinosaur. No, it meant quality social time with either your coworker friends or, as was the current case, your partner.   “What do you think they’ll be serving today?” You asked, walking up to Les Gigantes restaurant within the Visitors Center. Beside you, Robert though carefully. “I think Hammond mentioned sea-bass,” he recalled.

  The pair of you only had to wait a few moments at the entrance before a host came over to greet you.   Allowing other staff to eat there was great practice for both the kitchen staff and those in the dining room. And you knew that both yourself and other employees at the park greatly appreciated it. And the food was always deliciously exquisite.   As you were both walked over to a table, you took the time to look around. No matter where your eye sight landed, there was dinosaur theme. Obviously. Yet tasteful. From the long wall mural of the creatures guests would soon see in the park, to a call back of dinosaur fossils engraved, beautifully winding around the columns within the restaurant.

  Halfway through the room, you swiftly swiped the hat off of Robert’s head. No one was looking anyhow. Except him, his brow raised from your antics, but otherwise said nothing.   Soon, you were seated near the windows, displaying the lovely sunny day, and exchanged thank you’s with a promise of cold glasses of water. Once the two of you were alone, Robert’s attention went back to you, having just put the hat atop your head with a satisfied smile.   “No hats at the table, love.”   You pursed your lips, but agreed. Lightly taping your hoe to his, hidden under the long white tablecloth, you then removed the hat. Placing the hat off to the side of the table, you leaned back onto the chair and let out a contented sigh. “Anything new to report?” You asked, looking at him from across the small table.   “I had to tranquilize a sick triceratops for Doctor Harding this morning,” he said, fiddling with the corner of a napkin.   “Is this the same trike from last month?”   “Yeah.”   “That’s strange. I mean, the poor thing obviously, but…does he know why?”   “Not yet,” he frowned. “Tricky business, dinosaurs.”   Reaching over, you gave his hand a squeeze. “And you’re doing a great job.”   Sharing a smile, he placed his other hand on top of yours.

  Walking carefully down the ramp, birds chirped happily in the morning breeze. After a short holiday on the mainland, it was only a matter of time before you found yourself on the East Dock of Isla Nublar again.   Once other employees parted from your view, you found a sight that made your heart skip. Your partner, Robert Muldoon was waiting next to a red gas powered jeep. You shook your head with a smile. He had calculated and waited for your approximate return to the island. Of course he would. And of course he would know. You would be surprised if there was something on the island that he did not know about.

  He met you halfway as you approached, grabbing your bag off of your arm.   “Did you at least sleep last night?” You teased.   He smiled. “Yes, how was your holiday?” He asked, before walking a few strides over to the jeep.   “Good. I got you some things.”   “You didn’t have to do that, love.”   Easily placing your bag in the back of the vehicle, he turned his attention to you. Arms out to his sides, he welcomed you into a hug. “I missed you.”   Giving his body a soft squeeze in your arms, you kissed his cheek. “I missed you too.”   Leaning out of the hug, your smiles shone as bright as the other’s. Robert placed a proper kiss to your lips. Afterward, you both tok the time to enjoy seeing and being together again, reunited. And even in such close proximity, you took the hat right off of him and placed it on your own head.   He sighed and shook his head. “Wasting no time.”   Your laughter ignited his own. Kissing you again, he muttered. “You’re ridiculous.”   Laughing again, you kept an eye on him as he walked around to the driver’s side, each of you getting into a seat. “And you love me,” you smiled brightly.   “I do,” he said, turning the key in the ignition, “there was never any doubt.”

  Mission: snack time. The objective? Retrieve and eat the food before the end of your break. Sure, you needed a little bit of food to hold you off until dinner, but your were also having such a good day so far that you thought that you deserved a treat.   Walking into the vending machine area, you were prepared. What surprised you was the lack of people present. No one was in there. With a mental shrug, you stood in front of one of the vending machines. Looking through its window of opportunity, you weighed out your options until you came to a decision. With the coins already in your hand, you inserted the proper amount of change and pushed the button for one specific treat. Hearing it fall to the bottom of the machine, you smiled. Success.   Kneeling down to retrieve the sealed food from behind the oddly quiet metal flap, you finally grabbed it. You had been looking forward to your little reward for almost an hour since you had decided on the idea. Though as you pulled back, you noticed movement to your right. Boots. Robert’s boots. Standing up, you felt something touch the top of your head. Realization hit as soon as you looked into Robert Muldoon’s soft blue eyes. His hat was on your head, and he put it there, not you.   Smiling at the other, you were glad that no one else was around.   “How did you find me?”   “You’re not hard to track down, love.”   You smirked. “Security camera don’t count, Robert.”   He adjusted the brim of the hat before letting his hand caress down your cheek, and held you gently. “Think of it as scarce tracks or broken leaves on a trail.”   You laughed quietly, “I don’t think you really needed to use a camera to find me.”   Bumping the tip of his nose with yours, his smiled widened. “You’re probably right.”   “Probably. But I’m not sharing my snack with you.”   He nearly rolled his eyes. “I didn’t walk all the way over here to take your food. Be logical.”   You pecked your lips to his briefly. “Is that what you were after?”   “In a word,” he said, his smile returning.   “Unfortunately we’re running through my break time, so—” You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer. “Your move.”   He eyed your lips. “You always did look good in my hat.”

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Thank you for reading!

Maybe I'll write more for Muldoon in the future?? Who knows! :)

[ivorydragoness44]

Jurassic Park - Robert Muldoon S/O Dialogue Writing Prompts 2

• "All non-essential staff. So...me?" "You'll be on that last boat at the East Dock. Early. Wait for my call tomorrow before you board a boat back. I want to check everything after the storm's over."

• "At least you're in good company. Arnold, Hammond, Nedry--" "Don't joke."

• "Doctor Harding called. I'm going out to tranquilize a sick triceratops. I'm be back soon." "Can I drive?"

• "How many velociraptors do they intend on making?" "Far too many."

• "Between me and you, I don't think INGEN, or anyone, is prepared for dinosaurs."

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• S/O propping their legs up onto Robert's at home. "You do it at work, now it's my turn."

•S/O squeezing his knee/thigh when they sit close.

• S/O taking Muldoon's hat off and placing it on their own head.

• Muldoon placing his hat on S/O's head and sharing a smile.

• Muldoon catching S/O looking at his legs. He shakes his head or smirks depending on his mood.

• S/O adjusting his vest and ID badge before leaving for work, and Muldoon smiling adoringly.

• S/O memorizing where the floor creaks at home to better surprise hug Robert.

• Robert Muldoon looking on proudly at his S/O for sneaking up on him.

• S/O squealing, startled, when he stealthily approaches and hugs them from behind.

• Muldoon laughing when S/O swats their hands at him for sneaking up on them, intentionally or not.

• S/O listening to him recall what he has learned by observing the velociraptors.

• S/O having the only other copy of the key to Muldoon's artillery locker in the emergency bunkers.

• Robert Muldoon openly listening to his S/O's suggestions for the park.

• S/O comforting him after nightmares about Jophery the gatekeeper's death.

• S/O thriving the first time Muldoon was so impressed with them that he called them clever.

• Muldoon trusting his S/O with the keys to his artillery locker.

• S/O always asking for the weather report.

• Muldoon seeking out his S/O to give them the weather report.

• Robert Muldoon loving that his S/O is always prepared.

• Robert Muldoon not leaving for work in the morning until he shares a loving hug and kiss with his S/O.

Bonus:

• "They see dollar signs on these dinosaurs, don't they, Robert? Instead of animals."

• S/O gently running their fingertips over Robert Muldoon's arms/thighs.

[callaofmageros]

These are awesome! We never see really see Muldoon crack a smile in JP (not that he has a reason to) so I wonder what he's like when he actually relaxes.

[callaofmageros]

Robert Muldoon/OC

No one asked for it, but here it is:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[corytect]

Jurassic Park - 35mm leg day edition

[callaofmageros]

[missanthropicprinciple]

It’s always leg day for Robert Muldoon (Bob Peck, 23 August 1945 – 4 April 1999). 

[callaofmageros]

Is anyone else out there obsessed with Robert Muldoon?

[dontunderestimatemypoison]

//I binge watched the first five Jurassic Park/World films so I could finally watch the last one. If you don’t understand my love of this man, we cannot be friends under ANY circumstances... (I also kinda wanna do a self-ship but I’m also like, naaah.)

[callaofmageros]

The magnetism of this man. Charisma for years.

[swan2swan]

I love how Ellie suddenly went to having the second-shortest shorts and Muldoon is NOT About to let that go unnoticed.

[callaofmageros]

Tbf, his quads are worth showing off.

[mr-snailman]

jurassic posting on main again but hear me out: Robert Muldoon should have lived so that he and Ellie Sattler could drink all of Hammond’s fancy alcohol and pass out on the inGen break room couch. I can see it so clearly. They’re best friend material. They sit for hours and bitch about their coworkers. They have a running bet on who can pull off the shortest pair of shorts. They both have days when the raptor claw scars hurt more than usual and they get real quiet and irritable but sometimes it’s better to be quiet and pissy together. They refer to each other by prefix+last names as a term of affection. They’re the only people on the island allowed to touch the shoulder mounted rocket launchers. Do you see my vision.

[yocalio]

JURASSIC PARK (1993) Dir. Steven Spielberg

[callaofmageros]

We've made it! Many thanks to my readers who have waited years to see this beast wrapped up. I will at some point later look over it again with fresh eyes and do edits and improvements and such, but here it is.

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[callaofmageros]

My toxic trait is if I listen to Filmation Skeletor laugh long enough I start laughing with him.