The Billboards Have Teeth @velocibirb - Tumblr Blog

whenever you think of my url i want you to picture this

#velocibirb #dinosaurs

shakyfoundations

A mech discord server with a vent channel where all the messages are just ‘FWSSHHHHHH -heat level reduced’

#Mecha

maskdoll

"can i hit?" no. my parrying skills are unmatched

#lae’zel of crèche k’liir

red Paladin

transfems complimenting each other’s look: you’re teeth are looking very sharp today. it’s very cute of you.

#sharp teeth hot

lady-of-vitreous-sight

If the velociraptor is anything like a chicken, it's definitely trainable. Like they probably wouldn't respond to negative reinforcement in the slightest. Maybe even worse than chickens in that regard. But I think most predators tend to react with caution to larger animals, so you'd benefit from instincts a bit there. Training it to expect food when following a certain pattern, or to be comfortable with your presence, or to follow you around. Also it would be morally correct to domesticate it, so that'd help.

#dinosaurs #velociraptor

maidthings

you probably could domesticate a velociraptor tho, that thing could prolly protect the fuck out of grain

cryptidcobalt

velociraptor livestock guardian for chickens eventually getting the thing sheep guardian dogs have where it gets bred to have chicken plumage to blend in with the other chickens

like this but it's a really angry looking hen

#dinosaurs #velociraptor

lady-of-vitreous-sight

in a perfect world we would do whatever the fuck we did to herding dogs to velociraptors.

#dinosaurs #velociraptor

pumamamalove

velociraptor wing scrubbing...

pumamamalove

singing the same little tune every time so when you start singing it already knows it's getting bathed and gets so excited and chirpy about it

#dinosaurs #velociraptor

heedra

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.