Yay, dinosaurs!

I just want to look at cool art and stuff. I also want to share my ducks and the other animals I see. Feel free to send asks! I like talking :)

[ilikemegaraptors]

Kitty! Her name is Girly and this is the one photo I have of her :)

Today was her birthday. Or at least the day she showed up. She kind of appeared on the driveway around midnight a few years ago and never left.

[ilikemegaraptors]

She was such a sweet kitty ❤️

I'm gonna repost her every Jan 19th

[ilikemegaraptors]

Honky honk

They started following me lol

[wizardarchetypes]

sigh. just another day scrubbing the floor and mowing the lawn and dusting and doing the laundry for the rest of my pack. but the house has to be in especially perfect shape today because Alpha Jameson has an important meeting with another Alpha from across the river. If they come to an agreement, the Newport and Cincinnati packs might finally have peace for the first time in decades. No more fighting….But they say the Newport Alpha is the most ruthless wolf who’s ever lived. Can our hotheaded Alpha really find a compromise with a man like that? I have to hope for the best…with a deal between our packs, the months of new business negotiations will have everyone so busy, they won’t have time to push me around. Alpha Jameson might even be too distracted to think about me. The thought is almost too good to be true. I’ve been his scapegoat to treat like trash ever since he and my younger sister claimed each other as mates. There was a time when we were kids when it was me on his arm at dinners and parties. But then we grew up, and…..I never got my Wolf. I’m a freak, and everyone knows it. Of course he couldn’t stay with me. Not that I’d want to be with him now anyway. These days he can’t even say my name without spitting it. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I never get my Wolf, and I get banished to live among humans. But then I remember my childhood best friend. She was so pretty—brown eyes, with brunette hair she always wore in a bun. I was homeschooled with my pack, of course, and she went to the local high school. We met at the library….our shared sanctuary. She didn’t have any other friends, and neither did I. We hung out every chance we got. Until one day when we were 16…her brother told me she was gone. I found out that their mom gave her away to a boy band, and I haven’t seen her since. That’s when I realized the human world is just as ruthless as the wolfen. No, banishment wouldn’t be better. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll survive this place either. Most days, keeping my head down and doing what I’m told isn’t enough to keep me out of trouble.

But things could be worse. Yesterday I overheard my sister talking to Beta Devon about the deal Alpha Jameson is making with the Newport Alpha. Apparently, he’s requested a woman from our pack as his mate. With his reputation, I could almost feel bad for whoever Alpha Jameson chooses for him, even though the women in our pack treat me even worse than the men. I’m an embarrassment to them because I don’t have my Wolf.

Whatever. At least I know it won’t be me, because I’m not important enough to be married off……..

[wizardarchetypes]

everyone saying that they can hear the MC’s voice so clearly. That’s because I didn’t write this. I channeled her voice through myself as a vessel. She’s out there somewhere.

[wizardarchetypes]

why did I say it like that? We know for a fact that she’s in Cincinnati, Ohio. 

[wizardarchetypes]

funny you should mention it because I’m channeling the MC again right now and she met the Newport Alpha today. Her stomach was in her throat when she found out that he requested her, specifically. Whatever she’ll have to endure will almost be worth the look on Alpha Jameson’s face when he was forced to acknowledge that someone actually wants her—that someone outside of her pack even knows her name.

Still, the satisfaction was fleeting when it finally sank in that she’s leaving with the most ruthless Wolf this side of Louisville. Is she simply out of the pan and into the fire?

Not so much. In fact, the Newport Alpha is cold as ice. He hasn’t spoken a single word to her in the hour since they met and left Cincinnati on his sleek, burnt-sienna Ecosse ES1 Spirit.

Could he really have asked for her, specifically? What if he’d asked for someone else and they sent her instead, as a consolation prize? What if…

What if he asked for someone else, and they lied about who she was? Oh god. Would she have to pretend to be Payton or Sabrina to maintain peace and to keep her own head attached to its neck? She might be able to pull that off…for a week.

Does he even know what she is—what she isn’t. Did Alpha Jameson or her sister tell him she doesn’t even have her Wolf? Maybe the Alpha can sense that on his own…

They’ve stopped for gas, and he still hasn’t said a word. But he when he goes inside for an energy drink, he comes back out with sweet-tarts ropes—her favorite. It’s such a random candy too. How could he have possibly known that? A lucky guess?

They share an impossibly familiar look for just a moment as he hands her the candy. Then he’s astride the motorcycle again.

She wishes she had something other than him to hold onto as they speed southbound on 471. Despite herself, her arms are wrapped around his waist, and she tucks her forehead against his broad back so the wind won’t sting her eyes.

His carhartt jacket smells faintly of clove cigarettes. His hair smells like apricot shampoo from the dollar general. The specificity of the scent catches her off guard as they cross the bridge into Newport. Why would she recognize the brand? More importantly: why would a wealthy Alpha buy his hair products from a dollar store?

And why is she even thinking about his shampoo to begin with? She needs to be preparing herself for her first night in her new life. It could be anything. She needs to be smart. She needs to be on guard.

And yet…she can’t stop thinking about his brown eyes. Something in them is so….impossibly…..familiar. It just doesn’t make any sense.

[wizardarchetypes]

That's very kind, but again I'm not writing this. I'm having visions and ecstasies where I see through the eyes of the MC. In fact......I'm being overcome now......

We've been driving for a long time now, well past Newport's city limits. At some point, we got off the highway, and I counted streetlights blurring by until we started passing trees instead. We're out somewhere in the woods now. I tell myself that I'll get my bearings the next time we stop, but we just drive on and on.

We blow through an intersection in the middle of nowhere, and I try to catch the name of whatever county road we must be on, but it's too dark, and we're driving too fast. The Newport Alpha doesn't seem to care about stop signs or speed limits.

Why would he? We could crash into a tree going 100 miles per hour, and he'd be okay. Not me, though. Inhuman powers of strength and healing are reserved for those with a Wolf.

I bite my lip and wonder again if he knows about me. If he does, I guess that means he wouldn't care if we took a turn too fast and I fell off the back of this bike and died. If he doesn't....

I shake my head. There's no way Alpha Jameson and my sister could've kept this secret. If they did, and he doesn't take it well when he finds out....

My stomach twists when I think about what might happen to me. No. Alpha Jameson needs this to go well. No matter how much he hates me—no matter how much sick pleasure he'd get if I were torn to shreds in a bad business deal. The Newport Alpha wanted a mate from our pack. Not even Beta Devon would be stupid enough to try to cheat such a powerful Alpha with some Wolfless loser.

He could have asked for any of the unmated women in our pack. Sabrina and Chelsea would have thrown one of their legendary tantrums if Alpha Jameson tried to give one of them away, but I saw Payton preening in every reflective surface she passed this morning. She wanted to look good for the Newport Alpha, and she did look good. She was taller and prettier than me—blonder, with better clothes and makeup. They all were.

Why didn't he want any of them. What does he want with me?

I'm so lost in thought, I didn't even notice that we'd turned down a long driveway until we stop.

He cuts the engine, but I still feel like I'm vibrating. I'm not used to riding on motorcycles. I'm really not even used to leaving the house. My arms feel like jello, still wrapped awkwardly around his waist.

The Newport Alpha suddenly gets up—so fast that I don't even have time to let go. His body drags mine sideways, and I brace myself to land on the gravel driveway.

But I don't. He catches me by my arm and pulls me onto my feet.

"Thanks," I say, at the same time he says, "Sorry."

It's the first thing he's said to me since we met hours ago. I know I look surprised when our eyes meet. Those brown eyes...

We stare at each other for so long, it starts to hurt. I'm not used to anyone acknowledging me unless it's followed by an insult or a slap. I can't take the eye contact, so I look down at my old Sperry shoes—rejects that Sabrina threw away.

He lets go of my arm and says "sorry" again.

"It's okay...." I say. My voice is so quiet. I hate it, but I don't know how to be any louder. I'm barely ever allowed to talk.

The Newport Alpha doesn't seem to care. He says, "I know this probably isn't what you were expecting, but I thought you might be more comfortable with a little privacy tonight."

I look up and realize he's talking about the house, a little cabin surrounded by trees. He's right, it's not what I expected. When my sister told me that Alpha Jameson was giving me away to the most ruthless Wolf in the tri-state area, I didn't really picture woodland cottages. It's not even as big as the garage where Beta Devon keeps those stupid, expensive cars he loves so much.

I don't know what to say, so I whisper, "It's fine."

The Newport Alpha grins. I don't know why he'd care so much what I think of his house, but I'm glad I made him happy. Things will be easier for me if he's in a good mood.

He says, "Yeah? Are you sure? I just thought it might be kinda overwhelming for you to meet the entire pack tonight, you know?"

"Yeah," I say, because I have no idea what else to say. Nobody's ever considered my feelings like that before, let alone gone out of the way to accommodate them.

"Well, uh, want to go in? It's kinda cold out here, huh?"

He's looking me up and down, and I feel exposed in my plain blue jeans and hand-me-down Hollister v-neck sweater.

"Sure," I say.

I follow him up the front porch steps. He opens the door, and I wait for him to go first, but then I realize he's waiting for me to go first. So I do.

This time, it is what I'm expecting. The cabin is decorated like a little hunting lodge. I've never been in one, but I've seen them in movies and TV shows. The walls are wood panel, and they're covered in antlers and trophy fish.

"Bedroom's over there." He points to a door on my left, then to one on the right. "Bathroom's there."

I'm eyeing a rack with three rifles hanging beside the door, and he must notice, because he says, "They're not loaded."

When I don't say anything, he keeps talking. "I bought this place a few years ago, and I haven't really gotten to redecorating. Those came with the place. Besides, who needs a gun to kill a deer?"

He grins, and I notice for the first time how sharp some of his teeth are. It's nothing like ours in my pack.

"Hey, I'm just kidding," he says. I guess he can tell I'm a little freaked out. "I'm a fishing guy, anyway."

"Oh," I say. "Ha."

I don't know why I even tried to laugh. It sounds more pathetic than I even usually do. He's frowning at me, and I panic a little. What am I thinking??? This is my new Alpha. Laughing at his stupid jokes will be the least of my duties to him. Pack members who don't play along never last long. I need to get it together.

"Well," he says. "Why don't we call it a night?"

He looks me up and down again. "Is that all you have?"

He means the clothes I'm wearing. I can feel myself turning bright red. Everything happened so fast today, I didn't have time to pack even my few belongings.

"Yeah," I say. "It's...okay. I....always sleep in jeans."

He cocks his head and looks at me like he'll call my bluff. I bite my lip. There's something in his face. He looks somehow....sad. I have no idea what to do with that. But then he smiles.

"Okay then, " He kicks off his timberland boots and pads across the room in his socks. I watch him lie down on the old, 1980s velour couch. "Good night."

I don't move. What am I supposed to be doing right now? I wait for some command. It feels like an eternity passes before he sits up and says, "Sorry, do you need something?"

I shake my head. He stares at me for a moment and says, "Huh. Well...sweet dreams?"

I still have no idea what he wants from me. I have no idea what to say, and then he says, "Sorry. I have no idea what you want from me right now..."

It catches me so off guard, I actually laugh. A real laugh. Then he laughs. His laugh is loud and confident, and it makes his broad chest rise and fall under his tight, black t-shirt.

He laughs longer than I do, and then I say, "I don't know where I'm supposed to go...tonight?"

"Oh!" He says, smiling. "The bedroom's all yours! There are fresh sheets. It's a little cold, but it'll warm up in here soon. I just switched from wood to solar, and it's been a whole thing, you know?"

I don't know. I just say, "Okay, thanks," and then I wander awkwardly to the bedroom.

But I stop in the doorway. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little bold. I want to say something other than oh and yeah, but I have no idea what.

He's looking at me like he knows I'm trying to get the courage to talk.

So I just ask, "What's your name?"

"Oh!" He laughs again. "I can't believe I never said. It's Yale. Yale Northland. It's kind of a weird name, though, isn't it?"

I don't know what to say. Am I supposed to agree with him? Would that be rude?

He says, "So my friends just call me by my initials, Y.N."

"Okay, Y.N.," I say. Then I have nothing else to say, so I say, "Goodnight," and I shut the door behind me.

The bedroom looks just like the living room, with wood panel walls and random woodsy knickknacks. The bed is huge. It takes up most of the room, and it's covered in old, homemade quilts. I've never seen anything like them. They're so....cozy. I pull them back, and the sheets are red flannel with patterns of little black pine trees and bears printed on them.

I take off my jeans, because I actually don't want to sleep in them, and I climb into the gigantic bed. Thew Newport Alpha is nothing like what anyone said he'd be.

He seems so normal. I can't help feeling like there's something I'm missing. Like, tomorrow, I'll wake up and he'll be the cruel, ruthless Wolf my sister told me about.

My stomach twists, but not even the fear is enough to keep me awake after such a long day. I try to stay awake, but the cabin is so quiet, and the bed is so warm, I drift off to sleep...

[wizardarchetypes]

#reading this feels like having knives thrown at you

this is my favorite review yet, thank you. this tag made me gleeful.

[ilikemegaraptors]

WHY I AM INVESTED

[ilikemegaraptors]

Ah yes. The top of a rusty fence. What a comfortable place to sit.

[0fficelady]

[a-book-of-creatures]

Made some stickers for when you just gotta express yourself with a failed cake

[ilikemegaraptors]

Why are they so cute...

[a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay]

you just swapped bodies with your favourite character! how is it going?

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Voting ended onJul 17, 2025

[ilikemegaraptors]

Uhhhhh I'm either a T. rex father or the embodiment of hatred itself so uhhhhhh

[justgoji]

Don’t look behind you bruh

[ilikemegaraptors]

Standing (floating?) there menacingly

[sleepy-bebby]

If anyone wants to know what a leopard seal sounds like 🦷🩸

[bandydear]

Leopard Seals are what happens when god needs a lizard and all he has is a mammal

[gallusrostromegalus]

I'd recommend turning the sound on. The seal is not screaming. It's not very loud at all, actually, but the noise it's making is Much Worse.

[vexwerewolf]

This is some horror movie shit

[ilikemegaraptors]

He's a good boy, stop bullying him :(

[a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay]

you teleported to your newest favourite media, will you survive?

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Voting ended onJul 6, 2025

[diazsdimples]

Your icon is in a fight with prev’s icon. Who’s winning?

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Voting ended onJul 7, 2025

[ilikemegaraptors]

Bingo (the pfp duck) is NOT winning anything lmao bros an idiot

[my-dailydreams]

[catchymemes]

Meet the pink empusa mantis, Empusa pennata, gracefully hidden in Spain’s wild landscapes. With its delicate pink color and leaf like features, it embodies mystery, elegance, and natural beauty, seamlessly blending into its surroundings. Its alien like appearance adds to the wonder of nature’s creation🍃✨

Via @malbafont_macrophotography NO AI. 🤖 💖

[ohabeeeeeee]

@otiksimr "look at this bug i think you'd like this bug"

[otiksimr]

Pink!

[ilikemegaraptors]

That's just an alien

[ilikemegaraptors]

Guys I can ask myself questions

This feels odd

[ilikemegaraptors]

Hamnoodle has gone missing and I don't like to post sad stuff but I found the body the other day. I'm not going to be posting many ducks for a bit besides the one post I just did. Makes me sad cus Hammy is in a lot of my pics.

[kaijuno]

[ilikemegaraptors]

I did mean to post this earlier however I was out on a trip and had no WiFi or chargers so I couldn't do anything. Anyways both of these guys are male and I've never seen gay ducks before but there's a first time for everything I guess.

Also sorry abt the shaky camera, my hands were shaking really badly that day.

[ilikemegaraptors]

Meant to post these yesterday but the WiFi box got fried so here they are! A crow that's been showing up at the pond, a big lizard (might be a basilisk lizard idk tho), a very orange anole, lots of tadpoles, a toad, and a baby turtle :D

I have more ducks but I'll probably post them later

[gift-from-the-bellow]

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[ilikemegaraptors]

I like megaraptors :)