Apex Predator

Independent Private & Selective Indominus Rex of the Jurassic Park/World Franchise. Cared for by: Tak.

[indominusrcx]

“beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful” -- mary shelley, frankenstein 

              independent selective & private headcanon-based indominus rex from the jurassic park/world series. cared for by: tak. 

[dinohacks]

𝐋𝐄𝐗  𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘  𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐘  𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀.   from  jurassic  park.   private,  selective,  headcanon  heavy  &  multiverse.   personals  do  not  reblog.   𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳.

[soyona]

YOU  CAN’T  ENGINEER  LOYALTY.     YOU  HAVE  TO  NURTURE  IT.

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   90 loaded questions / interview the muse.

found on this website, so credit goes to them.

What’s your favorite strategy for avoiding tough situations?

How often do you do things just for the attention?

Would you prefer to be manipulated or to be the manipulator?

What is something someone always tells you to do more of?

What is something someone always tells you to do less of?

Who do you look to blame when things go wrong?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish was true?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn’t true?

When was the last time you lied to protect your image?

How often do you put on a happy face when you’re really not feeling it?

When do you think you began putting your guard up so much?

Who made you feel most anxious when you were a kid?

How do you speak about others when they’re not around?

What aspect of your life are you most delusional about?

How often do your admit you were wrong?

Which one of your biggest flaws do you like to rationalize the most?

Is it your fear of commitment or your fear of intimacy that makes you shut down more?

At what stage of a relationship are you most likely to withdraw emotionally?

What is the one compliment you always get that you’re too embarrassed to accept, so you deflect it?

What would someone say is your worst habit?

What is the one insecurity you are pretty sure has some basis in reality?

When was the last time you felt really insecure about the parts of yourself you pretend don’t exist?

What is the most interesting white lie you’ve told?

Do you ever feel like an imposter?

Do your friends know how competitive you are?

What’s the hardest thing about being rejected?

How do you deal when you know you’re being irrationally jealous?

How do you deal when you know someone’s not willing to give you what you want?

Are you ever afraid of people knowing who you really are?

If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?

When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?

Is your need for revenge greater than your need for peace?

Have you stopped trying to control things yet?

Which parts of yourself do you still seek validation for?

How do you cope with being unfairly ignored?

Do you like punishing yourself for things that are out of your control?

What does someone say is your biggest problem when communicating?

Are you okay with not knowing what happens next?

Will you ever feel okay with being imperfect?

Does sabotaging yourself give you an odd sense of comfort?

How do you feel about being disliked by some people?

What’s the strangest thing you’ve done just to avoid failure?

What is the biggest risk you’ve taken just to prove yourself?

What’s the boldest thing you do every day, just to feel like you’re still in control?

What accusation would you defend yourself most fiercely against, even though you know it’s true?

What’s the most toxic thing about yourself you actually kind of secretly like?

How much do you enjoy being in control?

When do you give yourself permission to lose control?

What guilty pleasure are you currently justifying to yourself?

What is the most passive-aggressive way you’ve dealt with your rage?

What is the pettiest and most immature way you’ve avoided losing face?

What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

How do you get your needs met when you’re alone?

What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to please people?

What is the most ridiculous way you’ve rebelled?

What’s your favorite way to channel your aggression?

How do you cope with being betrayed?

Are you okay with disliking someone?

What is your favorite form of self-destruction?

What’s the one thing you struggle most to manifest in your life?

What’s the one thing that you manifest so easily, people are jealous of it?

What’s the most irrational reason you’ve ever had for disliking someone?

What is one fear that you’d be ashamed of your friends knowing about?

Which one of your deepest secrets do you think is the least common?

How do people normally find out you hate them?

What is your go-to strategy to deflect criticism, even constructive criticism?

What is one thing people always get wrong about you?

What emotion motivates you the most when you’re down?

What emotion makes you want to give up?

Are people shocked when you stand up for yourself?

How often do you say yes to the things you really want to say yes to?

How often do you say no to the things that make your skin crawl?

How far are you willing to go to maintain a relationship, even an unhealthy one?

What is the worst way someone’s ever abandoned you?

What is the worst way you’ve ever abandoned yourself?

How do you entertain yourself when you’re not around people?

Are you happier alone because you enjoy being alone or because you prefer it to being surrounded by horrible people?

What habit do you know you could quit but don’t want to?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding difficult people?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding conflict?

What is the weirdest thing that gets you angry?

What is the weirdest thing that makes you sad?

How often do you take responsibility for other people’s crappy behavior?

When are you most likely to shut people out?

Which insecurity would shock people if they knew about it?

What do you find yourself justifying to people, even when no justification is needed?

When was the last time you tried to please someone who made you angry?

What do people often tell you need to focus more on?

What do people often tell you need to focus less on?

What is the one thing that could make you happy, but you refuse to do it because you’re afraid of what others would think?

[indominusrcx]

        Ben couldn’t have screamed, not when her sudden move to stand filled him with such dread that it was a minor miracle he wasn’t sick. No, a sound would have been difficult, given it took him several moments to remember to breath again. With the size of her and the shaking in her legs as she stood, it seemed even if he wasn’t eaten, there was a slight chance he might get squished. 

Her standing, however, did give him the chance to glimpse past her to a door crowned with the word exit… that was entirely obscured by the rubble of what looked to have been most of the contents of this large storage room. His heart sank back, and Ben let his head loll against the wall behind him. There was a faint ringing in his ears and focusing on anything was difficult, particularly when there seemed no hope, no chance. 

His gaze moved from the ruined door to her, brow furrowing a little. It definitely wasn’t the sort of behavior he’d seen in any of the other animals in the park, although to be fair the only one he’d gone very near (on purpose) was that friendly little ankylosaur from the hatchery. Maybe the hybrid had hurt her hand, his sluggish, drowsy mind thought. Not surprising considering the state of the rest of her.

Why wasn’t she attacking? His mind drifted to a distant memory, that now seemed like an entirely different life, a memory of sitting in the vets with his little turtle in hand, watching with great trepidation as an injured stray dog that someone had brought in growled and snapped at everyone who went near… until it realized that the nurses were trying to help it.  “I don’t know what you want,” Ben said, unknowingly doing just that by pulling himself to his feet. His legs trembled just as weakly as hers. “But I’ll make you a deal, okay? There has to be something in here that could help us both so… so if you don’t eat me, I’ll try to find it. Sound like a plan?”

        help. she ruminated over his offer. he wanted to help her while he was poisoned? she huffed. stupid little hatchling. he could barely stand and yet he was attempting to climb through the debris to help her. 

only mildly frustrated that he couldn’t understand her signs, she tried again. indi shook her head in the universal gesture for “no” and then fisted her hands. pointing her two index fingers at each other, she pivoted her hands in opposite directions. you are H U R T. 

she placed a splayed hand on her chest and then laid it flat. with the other, she made another fist with her thumb up and laid it against her flat hand. I will help. 

indi’s head pivoted this way and that to search for anything useful for a human. the creek she had been drinking from was outside, and a good walk away, as well, but inside she thought she spied some of the white boxes with red “T”s on them. they were too small to do any good for her wounds, but she remembered seeing humans use their contents for varying scraps and burns. maybe the hatchling could use it to make himself feel well enough to bring her some water, or something for the pain. 

ah, there they were. on an alcove that was once the third floor of this building. 

indi pointed to that floor and then offered a splayed hand. i will help you there so you can get the box that makes humans feel better, she chittered. then, you will help me. sound like a plan? 

[peregrinethegryphon]

been obsessed with this trope since i was a wee bab

[indominusrcx]

The past month had been nothing short of a roller coaster. Hills and loops and hoops of paperwork and legal issues. Most of the latter was still going on.

Fariah was honestly surprised at herself. She had never thought she would have to go toe-to-toe with Wu ever again. Especially over yet another raptor. Though if she was getting technical with it, something only part of a raptor bloodline. What little amount of information was actually surrendered at current did say the recent spiky hybrid had only a sliver of raptor genetics in it.

Among other things that were not only concerning, but made her ask to remove the attraction from public display. Of course that had made both fans and some investors angry, but veiling it with telling them the enclosure had to undergo maintenance to ensure visitor safety seemed to silence the disapproval. At least for now. Once she was absolutely certain and had all of the documentation necessary in her hands, only then would she have the evidence to remind not only Wu, but Hoskins as well, the price one paid for tampering so extremely with nature.

Ambrose could be argued as sapient, but he was still in most ways an animal. His self-awareness could be likened to his parrot-y nature instead of anything remotely human. This behemoth, she could argue was an actual child. Draw a line. Call it like it was. 

If she could have the evidence of such genetic tampering, she could present it as a full concern. It was just taking time, as most legal battles did; she remembered it took nearly four weeks to acquire Ambrose in full and that had required an intervention from Simon Masrani himself. When she had the papers in her hands, if her assessment of such thoughts was indeed correct, that meant another thing.

She could reason with the creature. She didn’t need to wait for any more papers to at least try. The last legal thresholds had yet to be crossed, but there were no terms stating she couldn’t socialize with the hybrid.

The control center was the safest bet for now, with the monitors from the cameras showing almost every inch of the enclosure’s interior. The hybrid was probably mistrustful of humans and if she felt cornered, would undoubtedly lash out, so entering almost immediately into her territory was a bad idea. 

Staring at the sparsely-landscaped enclosure she had deemed was much too small for a creature of the Indominus’ size, she didn’t see her. Either the creature was hiding, or she was camouflaged. Either-or seemed likely, with the lack of attention concerning everything but necessities lately. Fariah hadn’t meant to keep things waiting.

One of Ambrose’s security detail had decided to accompany her, someone she knew she could trust just enough to have an indifference at least to things like this. He handed her the mic, showed her how to use it, explained there were comm-speakers in places around the inside.

The speakers crackled to life, a bit of static and the tiniest leak of feedback.  Once she was sure she would be able to speak with little interruption, she began.

“Hello?”

Just a word, a simple greeting at first, if tentative. And she finally got to see the creature in the next few instances. It was almost hard to imagine the hybrid had been a base from anything that made it up. A true chimera. What were they doing in the labs now!

“I do apologize in advance. There may be some noise in the next few weeks or months.”

Just jumping right into the agenda for the next month or so, she reprimanded herself. But she also doubted small-talk would work. What do you say to a four-ton or so creature who doesn’t speak in a way one could understand. ‘Hi, how are you’s only worked if they could answer back and even then, she could only hope for a semi-intelligent response back to this. For all of her expertise in large-scale raptor behaviour, she doubted communication knowledge in this exchange was up to par. 

        the creature’s brow almost furrowed. indi kept repeating the phrase in her mind, mentally twisting and turning it around to find any sort of ulterior motive. a human apologised to her? for noise? only that? 

indi’s throat vibrated rhythmically in what could be construed as a laugh. no one had ever apologised to her, not even mother. either the humans were truly growing clever enough to lull her into trust, or a truth-sayer had slipped through the cracks. 

but alas, indi was intelligent enough to know how this worked. she would answer questions; the voice behind the metal box would ooh and aah at her intelligence; and then a month later, they would leave, either of their own accord or by force. 

she didn’t know much of life outside those concrete walls but she did know that humans feared her and desired power and control above all. if anyone, even a fellow human, were to threaten the white-coated ones and the ones with guns... well. they’d disappear. 

and she would be alone. again. 

still, why not humour the soft voice? 

she ceased her carving, but still grasped the bone possessively to her chest. 

then, slowly, she made a sign. one of the few she still remembered from mother. her free hand curled into a fist, save for the thumb and shortest digit, and swept out from her head. 

why? 

[indominusrcx]

Just let it be quick, let it just be an abrupt end. But he didn’t feel the sharp press of a claw or teeth, but there was the horrible stench of rotting flesh on her breath that all the carnivores carried, and a sniff that made him tense and made his own breath hitch. He’d seen her before, before he’d lost his friends, and thought himself immensely fortunate to avoid getting eaten then, when he had people watching his back. Now, alone, it seemed almost impossible. 

The sounds coming from her were… well, they didn’t sound like the growls of a creature moments from eating him whole anymore. He opened his eyes, shivering both from fear and the compy’s venomous bite. He watched her for a moment, gaze moving over her damaged torso and bleeding tail. Well, that explained the fragments of hybrid he’d seen floating in the mosasaur tank. He’d thought it meant she was dead…

“Is that why you’re not trying to eat me? You’re hurt too?“ he said, voice gentle and quiet so as not to spook her. He uncurled a little, his heart pounding but breathing, earlier made tight from terror and running, starting to ease. It was at that moment that one of the compys threw itself at the door, after it’s weakened meal. 

Ben started and shifted away from the door, moving along the wall, to where his back was pressed up against something solid, unwavering. Knees drew in towards his chest. 

He stared at  the hybrid on the other end of the room, trying not to make eye contact (he didn’t know as much about these animals as Darius did, but he knew enough about any animal to know meeting their eye could be taken as a threat). Still, he saw enough for the intelligence in those eyes to be unnerved… the awareness, the pain. “Guess today’s been kinda a rough day for everyone, huh?”

        not quite. she did not want to eat him because he was a painful reminder. so pitiful. so... kindred, almost. they were both injured and trapped, both of them seemingly abandoned by their kind. she wouldn’t admit it even if she could, but she missed having any sort of positive company. 

it seemed that one of indi’s long forgotten wishes had been granted. she had a friend, even if it was merely by circumstance. 

she huffed at his query and trilled another one of her own. where are the others? are you alone? 

he still wasn’t getting up. despite her earlier warnings, he was still squatting on the ground, trembling with salt water streams down his cheeks. the compies could smell his weakness, and so could she. she wracked her brain for any long-buried information on humans that she gathered during her infancy in ingen’s laboratory. compies have a mildly venomous bite to her. at her size, she would feel slight dizziness and little else, but given that this hatchling is so small... 

o h. he could be dying, too. 

oddly enough, she no longer felt tired. shakily, she teetered up onto her haunches and then, with a sharp inhale, rose. her vision went black in the corners, but she gritted her misshapen jaw and persevered until it passed. 

the kind voice did not try to hurt her. it did not scream. it did not lash out with cattle prods or guns-- she could not save her broodmate, but maybe... she could save him. 

despite the claws and scales, the hand that she gestured with was eerily human. opposable thumb and all. she pointed to him and then performed a sign. one hand laid flat while the other sat poised above it with the index and middle fingers splayed. can you stand?

[indominusrcx]

@utahraptorian​​

       life had settled into a dull, frustrating routine ever since her sibling’s death. when only indi showed herself for the cameras for weeks and weeks, she knew they assumed the worst. that is why humans stopped coming at all. there were no veterinary visits. no paddock inspections or cleaning. no more kind-eyed mother. 

just indi. and trees. and the decaying bones of past meals. 

and the more she paced the constricting walls of her home cage, the more angry she grew, and the more lonely. she counted the rising and setting of the sun and moon; she observed every leaf on every tree; she even attempted to carve snippets of human writing on spare bones. she successfully spelled DANGER and CAUTION, but had no idea what the words meant. 

there was no intellectual stimulation and no company-- there was only herself, and isa’s voice, which was at best distant and unintelligible, and at worse screaming for help she could not give. 

all was silent and stillness until one morning. when indi was attempting another carving, this one of herself, a voice spoke through the paddock’s speakers. 

it reminded her of her mother’s, and she hated the way her heart leapt in her chest. 

she imperiously turned her head towards the nearest camera, eyes narrowing. she would graciously listen, for now. 

[indominusrcx]

His shoulder throbbed. Ben clamped a hand over the compy bite, feeling something sickeningly damp against his palm but something even worse spreading out from the wound, making his head foggy and his movements sluggish. The halls of the tunnel blurred around him, pulling closer and drifting away, and he wasn’t sure if it was just perception ebbing and flowing or his own stumbling steps. He heard the flock behind him, their chirping cries and claws scratching on the floor. 

Adrenaline carried him, down the corridor, one of many that snaked under the park, and towards a short staircase that led up, up, and - A compy launched itself, claws scrapping at his leg. Ben found the strength to kick at it and heard it hit the wall behind him. He continued his frantic scramble up the stairs, threw his mediocre weight against the heavy door, and stumbled through. He slammed the door closed. Claws pattered at the metal and the compys’ sharp shrieks could be heard through it. 

Ben took a step, turning from the door, and heard her growl at the same moment he saw her. Coiled like a dragon on the ground before her, a mass blocking any other exit but the one through which he’d just come. 

I’m dead…

Giving in to the venom’s demand that he collapse, giving in to the harsh reality that there was no further to run, Ben sunk to the floor against the door. He shrunk in on himself, his hand returning to his burning shoulder. Eyes clamped shut. Tears silent and burning on his cheeks.

        when he collapsed, indi would have almost thought him dead, the action was so limp. his breathing was shallow, and in the still, silent air between them, she scented the copper tang of human blood and salt water. logically, she knew them to be tears, but she couldn’t help the way she sniffed and reared her head back. 

the salt water was bad. the big angry one, the creature that tried to kill her (and almost succeeded), lived there. she did not like reminders. 

yet, there was something pitiful, and altogether familiar in his muted cries. they blended in with isa’s in her mind. 

her growl petered out into a long exhale as she relaxed, half from will, half from pain. she could not harm him now. not when he reminded her so much of her deceased hatch-mate-- and besides, he would have made a poor mouthful. he was all skin and bones. 

she studied him with an eerily sapient intelligence before offering him an inquisitive warble. it is just a compy bite. the creatures are so tiny. why does he not stand? he must keep moving. 

must keep moving, isa. do not go into the deep rest. stay with me. isa? 

isa? 

she tried another warble, accompanied by a series of chirps. safe sounds. friendly sounds-- do not be afraid. stand. must keep moving. find water. 

[unerrant-deactivated20230319]

▌     ➥   s.c.   +   INDI .

IT’S UNWISE TO STRAY FROM THE GROUP.     yasmina,  of all,  should know this yet it doesn’t stop her.     she can’t stay in fear of an island forever.     THEY NEED TO SURVIVE.     the lack of dinosaurs running up to them since crash landing on a new island only a few hours ago certainly did not hinder her from exploring,  in fact it provided some relief albeit not by much.

so when @indominusrcx​ emerges from the bushes and into yaz’s peripheries,  she instinctively screams,  tripping over herself in the process and landing on her rear,       “    what are you doing here?!    ”    

[indominusrcx]

        HACKLES INSTINCTIVELY RISE as the human’s shriek pierces the air. indi recoils back into the underbrush, head low, narrowed eyes scanning their surroundings. the hybrid offers a sharp hiss of annoyance, a signal to quiet, before cocking her head to the side. no hostile sounds. no predator footsteps. they are still safe. 

no thanks to the youngling. 

indi slowly rises to her own prodigious height with a huff, and when she speaks, it is with a hoarse, disused voice-- human words come, but not easily. “same question can be asked of YOU, hatchling.” she stews for a moment at the indignity of running into anyone familiar on this new island before adding, “scouting. heard bad human was keeping my kind in cages. and worse... is true?”

[indominusrcx]

@silverscreengoldenpages​​ for ben

       all has been a nonsensical blur of images, scents, and fear-sounds. she can’t quite remember what led her to this, or why the island is so empty. she remembers oh so cleverly escaping her cage, of course, and she remembers anger. blood. and then pain. so much pain as the alpha of the island teamed up against her with one of the pack hunters. and then something closed upon her from the sea water behind her. 

indi shivers at the thought and makes herself small, curling a gouged tail around her weeping torso. instinct tells her that these wounds are not life threatening, but she cannot hunt like this. for the past two passings of the sun, she has even been too weary to leave the crumpled building to drink from the nearby brook. perhaps, if she was still in captivity, the two-legged ones might have mustered up the willpower to help her; if she was born in the wild and had a mate, he would care for her and protect her. 

but she has no one. 

a flash of milky white. she huffs through her nose and closes her eyes. she tries to ignore her little sibling’s mewls for attention. 

you are not alive anymore, isa. weak one. you must rest. let us both rest. tomorrow is another day. 

cry. whimper. cry. indi rakes her claws down her skull. whimper. cry. whimper. 

SHRIEK. 

amber eyes open and her head shoots up. nostrils flaring, she studies her sanctuary for intruders. no pack hunters. the queen is not here. then who? 

her eyes come to rest on a two-legged one, a juvenile male. scrawny. scared. mildly injured. indi cranes her head back and bares her teeth, releasing a warning growl. no two-legged ones are welcome here. 

leave. now. 

[indominusrcx]

My Thoughts on Jurassic World: Dominion & How Indi Fits in that Universe ;; 

Movie spoilers under the cut 

so, i know jw: dominion has received a lot of mixed reviews. while the consensus is that fans enjoyed seeing the original cast return to reprise their roles, they also view the locust plot as contrived. well, at least to me, i think that that is a natural progression of advanced genetic technology. 

they could use genetic reconstruction to bring extinct species back to life, and as charlotte lockwood proved, they could also use it to attack hereditary diseases at a genetic level. why not use that same power to breed super soldiers that have no legal rights and can be housed like animals because, well, they are? why not use that power to engineer a species of locust that eats every crop except your own? you would have complete economic and social control of the planet if you controlled the food supply like that. and given humanity’s history with greed, it just made sense to me. 

plus, it was AWESOME to see more historically accurate dinosaurs and dodgson from the original film as a villain. i can’t believe i get to live in a timeline where this is a thing. 

now, as far as indi and indo’s role in the timeline put forward by jw: dominion. 

the indominus rex as the world knew it died after the events of the first film. it was dragged to the bottom of the mosasaur enclosure and drowned. when her rib is retrieved and taken back to lockwood’s estate, the indoraptor is born. and so is the indominus rex, but in a form less difficult to control. building off of charlotte lockwood’s research, eli mills sanctioned the creation of a dinosaur-human hybrid. indi reborn. 

rather than making the mistake of keeping her in complete isolation, she was socialised by dr. wu and hired child psychologists and animal behaviorists. the human skin, however, still felt wrong. she felt drawn to their volatile indoraptor more than she did the humans behind constricting white walls. 

when she learned of eli mills’ plans to sell the animals, and her, as weapons of war, she joined the indoraptor in his rampage. 

he, too, is killed. he, too, is reborn at the remnants of ingen’s private security department. 

they escaped, and the two of them, the adam and eve of their species, continued to defend their kind. they regularly hunted down poachers and freed captured animals, until their encounter with the main coast when they, begrudgingly, assisted them in taking down biosyn. 

[indominusrcx]

@ingxn for dr. harding 

       from within the walls of her laboratory enclosure, the indominus rex studies the newcomer through baleful amber eyes. she does not trust why he has come. all who are invited here poke and prod with rough hands and loud, grating voices. they look at her like she is a subject that displeases them, not a living being with fears and hopes and anger. so much anger. 

they’ve taken her sister away again for her own tests. isa assures her that they don’t hurt so long as she doesn’t struggle, but that only infuriates indi more. they take advantage of isa because she is weak, and because indi is not, they punish her with harshness and loneliness. 

yet, she misses isa. it is cold in this room. she wants to huddle together to share warmth. 

her tiny head cants with an intelligent air as she studies a conversation happening behind the clear wall. the male stranger seems irritated with the rough-handed ones. that is good, at least. he knows them for what they are. 

but something happens that indi did not expect. the male stranger enters with a brown leather satchel. she takes several steps back. he is old, this stranger. very old and very tired, and his eyes are shielded with tiny clear circles. 

even though she barely reaches the bottom of his knee, she knows that she can kill him if she is clever enough-- but why waste energy on such an old thing, and risk the arrival of more crackling white sticks besides? 

she spares him another glance before gesturing with her head towards the door and sullenly turning away. her eerily human hands curl tighter towards her chest. she was tired, too. she did not want any more tests for today. 

[paleoprodigy]

❛ ⠀ ⠀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒: 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤. (𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤.) 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴: 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ❜

Selective OC for the Jurassic Park

and Jurassic World franchises,

as clawed by Jess.

(c:)

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Independent, selective & semi-private Queen La from Disney’s Legend of Tarzan (2001). Loved by Hillary (24+ she/her)

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds