walk the dinosaur

ind. sel. rp/ask blog for jarod from road 96. read rules and about before interacting.

[bjekkergauken]

These fins are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do🎵

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i don't believe you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't have anything left to give you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to stop loving you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i hate you or miss you.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to act around you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't love you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't need your pity.  ❜ ❛  i don't need you to save me.  ❜ ❛  i don't recognize you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't think we can fix this.  ❜ ❛  i don't think i can survive losing you again.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to see you again.  ❜ ❛  i don't want your apology.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to be your second choice.  ❜ ❛  don't ask me to stay.  ❜ ❛  don't ask me to be okay with this.  ❜ ❛  don't come back to me just because you're lonely.  ❜ ❛  don't leave me here alone.  ❜ ❛  don't lie to me again.  ❜ ❛  don't love me only when it's convenient.  ❜ ❛  don't make me choose between you and myself.  ❜ ❛  don't make me hate you just so i can let you go.  ❜ ❛  don't pretend you're the only one who suffered.  ❜ ❛  don't say you love me unless you mean it.  ❜ ❛  don't tell me what to do.  ❜ ❛  don't tell me this was all for nothing.  ❜ ❛  don't touch me.  ❜ ❛  don't turn this around on me.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare hold my past against me.  ❜ ❛  you don't deserve me.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to decide when i'm done hurting.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to hurt me and call it love.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to mourn me after killing every part of me that loved you.  ❜ ❛  you don't get to rewrite what happened just because you regret it now.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend you missed me.  ❜ ❛  you don't know how many times i waited for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what i gave up for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't understand what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you don't understand how tired i am of being strong because of you.  ❜

[bearye-draws]

Sunrise

[godzillabreath]

Proud mirabilis with the unicorn horn

[troublcmakcrs]

//my life has recently turned out to be what we in the industry would call ✨️ A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ✨️ (gma got diagnosed with cancer at the end of april, fucking DIED this past thursday, and i gotta go to the funeral this coming thursday, so yee the fuck haw or whatever)

SO. all of my blogs are, for the time being, on an indefinite semi-hiatus + i'm dropping everything older than 3 months, unless i already wrote it in my notebook and just need to type it up. i do intend to come around intermittently but. who knows!!!

i miss writing desperately but everything is so very... A Lot right now!! i'm also supposed to be moving at the end of august!! HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER!!!! 🎉

anyway. see you when i mcfreakin see you ig!!! if you don't wanna keep following me, that's fine. i've been online so infrequently that chances of me even noticing the unfollow are slim to none, so! do whatever you feel like doing

[troublcmakcrs]

//my life has recently turned out to be what we in the industry would call ✨️ A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ✨️ (gma got diagnosed with cancer at the end of april, fucking DIED this past thursday, and i gotta go to the funeral this coming thursday, so yee the fuck haw or whatever)

SO. all of my blogs are, for the time being, on an indefinite semi-hiatus + i'm dropping everything older than 3 months, unless i already wrote it in my notebook and just need to type it up. i do intend to come around intermittently but. who knows!!!

i miss writing desperately but everything is so very... A Lot right now!! i'm also supposed to be moving at the end of august!! HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER!!!! 🎉

anyway. see you when i mcfreakin see you ig!!! if you don't wanna keep following me, that's fine. i've been online so infrequently that chances of me even noticing the unfollow are slim to none, so! do whatever you feel like doing

[niratias]

Was that a Lord of the Rings joke? Sivana has read those, and his amusement is clear.

"The Eye stays with me. They can operate independently of me...when they choose to. Everyone comes out of it on the other side either having learned a bit more about themselves or judged wanting and missing the opportunity for a repeat performance. So, this in mind...maybe you'd like to save this chance for when you could use the extra power." His head cocks to the side, ever-inquisitive. "Unless there's a task you could accomplish right now...we could stay in touch."

So...a supervillain offers you a shot at playing superhuman for a few hours. Promises it will not result in the loss of your life. What do you do?

Dr. Sivana is many things. A liar is not among them. In fact, wearing his emotions on his sleeve might just be his biggest flaw...

[paleontaxi]

   “Hm, true enough,” Jarod agrees. “Too much power and nothing to do with it could only ever go bad. That kind of thing was meant to be used. Guess I’ll take a rain check.” Without Bob or Sonya in front of him, there isn’t much of a point.

   “I guess we should keep in touch, although I don’t know that you’d have any use for a guy like me. Your…” His eyes wander back down to the demon. “…friends… seem to have you pretty well covered.”

[niratias]

"Excellent! Is bonding time." Ras gently elbows Jarod, giddy as if he just got the best news of his life. And, hell- maybe this qualifies as the best news of his week, which isn't nothing. Ras has claws, and that's what he's going to go for. His strength, too, will make cracking a neck nice and easy. He's confident he doesn't need a weapon to get the job done in a memorable fashion. Of course, that's not really ideal...but he doesn't care about ideal! There are fashion crimes being committed in front of his eyes and those wrongs simply must be righted.

"I will take the short, pudgy one on the left," he offers, and then without waiting for Jarod or offering ANY further instruction, he sets out at a jog to close the distance between himself and the joggers. He doesn't strike right away, but he certainly does fall into step with them. It's uncanny how he mirrors the movements until he decides he's had enough and LUNGES.

Claws sink into throat. A scream is cut short as the head has been snapped to the side at a terrible angle and all is panic-laced SWISH SWISH and blood and the other sundry stenches of death.

Stars, he hates neon colors...

[paleontaxi]

   Ras’s mode of killing is certainly messier than Jarod’s, although the latter relies on his gun out of necessity. He has enough rage contained inside of him that if he had the claws and speed that Ras does, he would probably be doing the same. Alas, it takes him quite a bit more preparation to get that visceral.

   The taller jogger, now covered toe to cheek in her partner’s blood, opened her mouth, but the air is knocked out of her by two bullets, one in her heart and one in her lung. An outpouring of blood darkens her tracksuit as she crumples to the ground, her horrified eyes glazing over.

   Unfortunately, the shots ring out in all directions, like a beacon alerting people to their location. It might not be a problem for Ras, but it is for Jarod, who becomes anxious to get out of there. “We gotta clean up,” he says. “Only a matter of time before someone else shows up and finds them.”

[sinshosted]

Her idea of a test run would have been just as bad, the only thing that Ava would have been able to suggest is trying to get in and out of somewhere without drawing attention to herself. It would have gotten them in even more trouble, and the risks were even greater because of that.

She nods, "How far back do you think you'll be? Not that this is that hard for me to miss, but it'll give me a better sense of what I might do if I have an idea of where you'll be." Suggesting that he park behind something as well would make her feel better, but something tells her that a taxi idling, looking like it's trying to hide, wouldn't be helpful.

"You might, actually, I can scream pretty loud." It's a pitiful attempt at a joke, something to cover up the mounting anxiety that's getting to her as she takes the cellphone. Turning it over in her hands, she gingerly presses a few of the buttons to acquaint herself with how it works. She almost doesn't trust herself not to accidentally crush it in her hands if she gets scared, but after a few moments it gets tucked into her pocket. "Can- I know I'd feel more comfortable if I left one of the dragonflies with you." Ava is silent for a moment, trying to decide which of the three would be best to leave behind. Basil was the obvious answer, given his craving for wanton destruction, but he was terrible at conveying anything.

"Leavin' one of them here won't be an issue, before you ask. Havin' one of them here would at least give you an idea of what's going on, and one of them knows a handful of movement signals."

[paleontaxi]

   “I’ll be about a hundred yards away,” he says, “more or less.” He wonders if she knows how far that is, realizing that her planet might have had a very different system of measurement. He points and adds, “Just around those rocks and those few trees there. I’ll be hard to miss.”

   If she says that giving him a couple dragonflies will make her feel better, who is he to reject her? He has spent just enough time around her dragonflies to tell when they are agitated, even if he hasn’t picked up on every nuance of their communication.

   “All right, I can look after one of them. Just keep the one with me small. I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself over here.”

[niratias]

Sivana gestures towards his face, towards the scar, towards the Eye of Sin.

"I am the host to the artefact they're tied to. Therefore, I can call on their power. I live with them, work with them, channel them." He has no problem speaking about this. He knows on sight Jarod isn't competition. Usually, people just...run screaming. Throw a punch. Shoot at him. When was the last time someone simply tried to...well, talk to him? "The previous owner of the artefact was found wanting...and so now it's mine." After a lifetime of study, of busting his ass, of clawing and fighting for what was his by right, he's finally got it.

He's not keen to let it go again.

"Are you sure you don't want to try one of the Seven on for size?" His grin is sly. "Just for a few minutes. To see what the power feels like."

[paleontaxi]

          “Hmm…”  Jarod understands what kind of man Sivana is.  Maybe not exactly, but well enough, and he is keen enough to know that ‘found wanting’ most likely means by Sivana rather than the demons.  And that the demons seemingly happily follow him along afterwards says even more.

          The offer to try one of them is certainly a tempting one.  Having a little extra power backing his crusade would have to help more than it would hurt, and he has already made his peace with the consequences of everything once it’s done.  Whatever the demons would do to him in return is a fate that he has at least emotionally prepared for, if not entirely mentally.

          “I wouldn’t want the ring to find me wanting,” he says, with what he feels is a reasonable amount of skepticism for the situation.  “But if you’re interested in sharing for a little bit, I just might.  If I can come out of the other side of those few minutes in one piece.  That part’s important to me.”  Jarod does not really value his life as it is, but he does value himself as an asset, a means  to an end that cannot be dispensed with until it has outlived its usefulness in the grander scheme.

[rotcursed]

"Not- Not all of them do that, obviously, but it does happen." He can't remember whether Daisy had admitted something similar to him or if he is confusing it with her countless off-the-books attempts at justice. "I would think it happens more often on the blogs."

There would have been no doubt in his mind that any law enforcement member who came into contact with Jarod, or knew of his crimes, would fudge at least some of it to make themselves look better. Having a killer on the loose with nothing to show for it made them look terrible, after all.

Jon hums, "Both, I'd think. Each option is equally appealing to the right person." He knows more of the latter, tempted to fish out a statement for Jarod to read just to prove it. "...There was a case around here where a book club turned to murder, and they were all reading quite a few true-crime novels. We have it documented at the Institute, I doubt you'd be able to get any decent information from the police about it. They were particularly cagey about that one, though they did get one of the perpetrators arrested."

[paleontaxi]

          “Yeah, especially if a blog gets their information from a cop who has incentive to fudge shit… and then that information gets fudged further…”  Jarod shakes his head.  He is a little curious now to see what boogeyman stories the blogs have come up with for him.  Maybe he will look at some of them later.  It will give him an idea of how careful—or not—he needs to be.

          “I’ve read exactly one true crime book,” he admits.  He has always enjoyed horror, so true crime seemed like a fascinating and logical next step.  “But I could tell what a crock of shit it was every time it tried to switch to the killer’s perspective.  It really speculated that he was born evil, and nobody is really born that way.”  Is Jarod, of all people, really arguing for the inherent goodness of people?—yes.  He used to be, he likes to think, something like that as well.

          “They’re made that way when life beats them down.  I’ve never seen a five-year-old looking very murderous.”

[supraxstcllas]

Joe nods at him, the v-shaped crest on his helmet shining in the light, pink scarf flowing in the breeze as they run. he just has to let the man know something before they reach the baddies, " Powers only work so long as I got an 'audience', so like, " he makes lil finger guns at the man, " Keep me in your sights, yeah? " he asks, before they make it to the alley.

Joe's not sure what he was expecting, really. maybe some biankys, or something in that category. faceless goons that broke when you beat them up, cuz they were robots. or maybe a villain that fled when he was beat.

but not this.

the red head froze the instant he saw the corpse, not sure how to process the scene in front of him. he's a superhero from mostly pg movies, so he's not accustomed to actual murder, so to say he's shaken up is an understatement.

he's covering his mouth with his hand, mostly as a comfort cuz he feels like he's going to throw up. he swallows thickly, keeping his shit together long enough to get angry. who would do this kind of thing?!

" Whoever did this is gonna go straight to jail, I'll make sure of it. " he says with fiery conviction, completely unaware that the culprit was literally right beside him, " Gotta look for clues or somethin', right? That's what the cops do. Let see if we can find anythin'. "

[paleontaxi]

          It is some small relief that Joe reacts so viscerally to seeing a real dead body.  He is not one of those more experienced heroes who would have little trouble putting Jarod down.

          But really, aren’t they a little similar?  Vigilante justice, only Jarod doesn’t really think of himself as a hero.  He couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the ‘greater good.’  If he truly cared about justice on a wider scale, he would turn himself in right now.

          He nods agreeably and says, “Yeah, whoever did this deserves to rot.”  It helps that he doesn’t have to lie about that.  He really believes it of himself and knows exactly where he is going when all is said and done.

          “Looking for clues is a good idea.”  Especially because it gives him the opportunity to misdirect.  He steps closer to the corpse and squats down by its level.  Clearly, the coppery scent of blood and leaking brain matter doesn’t bother him much.

          “They must’ve been in a hurry if they didn’t even try to hide the body.”  And here he is, lingering at the scene, so it can’t possibly be him.

[rotcursed]

A politician through and through, they think, rolling their eyes. Just snooping through some of their own family's history had given her an early taste of what those sorts of people were like. "Probably a hell of a lot easier to do it when he's got a finger on the pulse-point, regardless of how actually charismatic he really is."

Cupid grimaces, scanning back through what they have. With the route they put in and everything she'd gone over before, it definitely seemed out of the ordinary. "What I routed in didn't include that, but admittedly I haven't been forcing it to stick specifically to that." It has been very touch and go, as most of these jobs are, and her own paranoia is getting harder to ignore. "Area mean anything to you? I can start putting out more feelers, see who's lurking around."

"I've been watching, doesn't look like anything's going on that front," They pause, irises flashing as they slide a copy of the chats so far to Jarod. "Unless you see anything in there that I should be aware of. I've got things ready to cut them off."

[paleontaxi]

          The area is one that Jarod has drive through plenty of times before for work.  Though, admittedly, he has also changed up his route a bit specifically to include that area, due to tracking some Brigade activity through it.  He is not as familiar with it and hasn’t memorized the locations of all of their ‘B’s,’ but it’s also not hard to throw up a new one if one of their other buildings gets raided.  All one would need is a can of black paint, of which there are more than enough around.

          He points to the screen and says, “They’re definitely meeting somebody here, picking something up or dropping something off.”  They’ve idled too long now for it to be a casual chat, but they seem to be getting on their way again, the tracked vehicles edging slowly back into traffic.

          “Complicates things a little, since they might be more armed than they were before.”  Or less, in the case of a drop-off, but he highly doubts he can get that lucky.  “But I say, unless they start fucking with your tracker or take a real hard, sudden turn, leave ‘em to it.”

[paleontaxi]

▸   @divin1ty   ⟶   ❛  “I’m a goner, I guess.” - NUN CORA NUN CORA  ❜   ╱   (  strange trials , accepting .  )

          Guilt twists deep in Jarod’s gut, knowing that he is the reason she feels that way.  If he had controlled himself around her, she would not have had to sacrifice her principles, her morality.  But a larger, more selfish part of him doesn’t regret dragging her down to his level.  He worries the brim of his hat in his hands, wishing to the God that has abandoned them both that she wouldn’t make that face at him.

          “No, you still have me,” he says.  Surely, it must be some consolation to have someone with which to burn.  “My income may not be much, but I could still support you.  What if you were to stay with me?”

[pythonpastel]

Motherhood in the Cretaceous Period

[screenshotsofdespair]

[1abyss3]

Was thinking of making it into a standee