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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 28, 2020, 05:48:14 PM »
Thanks @rhombus , I sure had fun drawing this one! 
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General Land Before Time / Re: Strut or Ozzy?
« on: March 28, 2020, 03:47:01 PM »
Strut! I like how easygoing he is. He just wants to eat his leaves in peace, poor woobie!
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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 28, 2020, 03:16:22 PM »
Okay, here's a quick, goofy one. Guido wants to give Petrie a (literal) boost of confidence...buuuut...
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 28, 2020, 03:11:05 PM »
@ImpracticalDino Crazies gotta stick together! 
Got some new pics! Here's a Rainbow Face...you guys probably knew this was coming, right?
This one's kind of old, and I'm admittedly not very happy with how she turned out. The proportions are just plain off. I might be able to salvage her with an overhaul, though...maybe I'll finally do that some time soon. I gotta have a better plush of one of my favorite characters than this, after all!
Got some new pics! Here's a Rainbow Face...you guys probably knew this was coming, right?
This one's kind of old, and I'm admittedly not very happy with how she turned out. The proportions are just plain off. I might be able to salvage her with an overhaul, though...maybe I'll finally do that some time soon. I gotta have a better plush of one of my favorite characters than this, after all!
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LBT Fanfiction / Re: Brat (February/March Fanfic Prompt)--Finished
« on: March 28, 2020, 01:38:31 PM »
Chapter 2
After a temper tantrum, Sierra finally managed to calm down. Well, relatively speaking. “Calm” was not a word anyone would ever have used to describe him, after all.
He decided he’d just keep walking as far as he could. Eventually, the hatchling would get tired and have to stop. Or he’d encounter a sharptooth. Either way, things would work themselves out.
Starting his trek across the barren Mysterious Beyond in the morning sunlight, Sierra grumbled, “Darn it, I barely got myself rid of that last whiny hatchling…”
He thought of the insufferable bigmouth who had dared to bite him. She’d been a real squealer, too. Nothing but a bunch of yep, yep, nope nonsense.
“Well…only good thing to say for this one is at least it can’t hardly talk!”
The brat had finally decided to let go of Sierra, though just hearing it rustling through the grass behind him as he walked made his blood pressure rise. He kept up a pretty good clip that he was sure would leave the creature in the dust. As he went, he cursed his injured wing—if not for that, he could have ditched that brat in seconds.
As the bright circle rose further into the sky, the flyer crossed the plain and ended up walking along a rocky canyon in the midst of a harsh desert landscape. The dry breeze blew red dust into the air past jagged outcrops of rock, and the heat of the bright circle, which was almost directly overhead, made sweat bead up on Sierra’s neck.
That hatchling had to be gone now. No kid could walk so far in this heat. Sierra had been making a point not to look back, not only because it would probably encourage the dumb creature but also because he didn’t want the pest in his sight. Now, he turned back for the first time in hours.
The brat was still there.
Granted, there was plenty more space between him and that thing than when he’d set out, but other than that, Sierra had come all this way for nothing. His feet were sore, dust was blowing into his eyes, and his stomach had begun to rumble like a ravenous animal.
This was the pits! He wouldn’t give up! He wasn’t going to let some baby get the best of him! He found himself wishing the hatchling would catch up a little faster so he could just let the wretched little beast have it, but as it approached at a leisurely pace, Sierra didn’t have the energy left to do anything but slump across the hard ground.
Food—he needed food. He hadn’t anticipated how traveling on foot would drain him of his energy, especially in the middle of the afternoon. Fending for himself in the Mysterious Beyond was just a typical day in Sierra’s life, but he’d been able to count on flying up until this point.
He felt as if the bright circle above was taunting him as it beat down on him, and that filled him with anger. Anger that made him want to take action. It was gonna take more than some sunshine to beat this flyer! He forced himself to stand back up.
That was when he saw it—a single gnarled old tree sticking out over the edge of the canyon. Its fruit looked scrawny and tough, but who cared about that? Sierra was tougher than some dumb fruit, and it was going to sustain him whether it liked it or not.
Much as Sierra hated to acknowledge it, however, there was one problem. The fruit was on a branch that extended at least ten feet over the gap above the canyon…and with no way to fly, the flyer had to risk climbing out to the food.
Whatever. It was just a tree, and he didn’t even have to climb that far. That was what the stubborn flyer told himself as he stepped towards the sorry vegetation.
Never mind that, like any other decent flyer, he’d abandoned the use of climbing soon after he’d hatched. What’d it matter that the canyon was so deep the bottom seemed to disappear out of view below him? Who cared that the tree already looked ancient, brittle, and about to bite the dust at any moment?
Just the sight of food was tempting Sierra so much that it was even enough to make him forget about that darn nuisance coming up behind him! He was hungry!
Sierra narrowed his eyes at his goal, fixed upon it like a sharptooth staring down a leaf-eater. Smacking his lips, the flyer threw himself at the tree trunk and, ravenous with hunger, began clawing his way up the tree. He brushed it off when more than one piece of stiff bark broke off the trunk, even as it threatened to make him lose his grip. One pathetic climb was all that stood between him and a meal!
But he soon heard the faint creaking sound, and the next thing Sierra knew, his support was giving way before he even had time to react. Though, out of his stupid stubbornness, he wouldn’t have reacted, anyway—even as the tree trunk began to split down the middle with a deadly crack, he was still scrambling to reach that food, because this was a challenge now. Needless to say, this struggle was in vain, and Sierra paid for it when a stray twig poked right at the hole in his wing.
“OW!” With a shout of pain, he lost his grip on the tree, and for a moment he could only flail around as he fell, while the tree above him lost one whole side of its trunk, revealing its splintered, brittle insides in a mangled cross-section.
The fruit was still safe on the other side of the tree, though. Just to tease Sierra, as if it mattered that the food remained now that the flyer was falling to his doom.
But Sierra’s frantic clawing made contact with an outcrop jutting out of the cliff, and he dug his grip into it, clinging to it and his life. It was amazing what adrenaline could do. Moments ago, he had been ready to collapse from hunger, and now he was summoning the strength to heave himself onto this ledge, heart pounding like an earthshake. With an exhale of relief, he threw himself onto the firm surface.
Above him, there was a thick root from the ancient tree wedged deep into the rocks. He gripped it with both hands, breathing heavily as he pulled himself back up to where he had started. His head came over the top of the rocky cliff.
And that was where he saw a flyer hatchling—that hatchling!—sitting in front of him, playing with a dried-up vine that had fallen from the same tree which had nearly been Sierra’s death. And when the little brat saw Sierra, it smiled.
Smiled!
“That’s IT!” Sierra roared, while the hatchling cooed nonchalantly. Sierra was satisfied that the thing seemed to take note, though, when he snatched the vine from its hands and flung it out towards the canyon. “I’ve had it with this wing—that tree—but especially with you! I’m not puttin’ up with this!! You get just one more chance to scram, ya hear?? If you don’t, I’m fixin’ to send ya out there after your silly shriveled vine!” Eyes blazing, Sierra forcefully gestured towards the canyon, where the vine he’d thrown fluttered from that cursed branch of fruit in the dusty breeze.
What he sure didn’t expect was for the hatchling to scurry over to the edge of the cliff and dive off.
Hmm. Good riddance. Maybe it had decided to have mercy on him after all.
But seconds later, its head appeared over the edge again, and when it rose further upward, Sierra saw that—it was flying!
No wonder the thing had been able to keep up with him! Drat the way some species started flying so quickly! This wasn’t fair!
His insides boiled as he watched the brat flap over, all happy, to fetch its vine. It perched on the tree with no problem, naturally. Sierra shouted rude things at it, but his fit was in vain, as the hatchling paid no attention whatsoever while it tried to tug the vine from its place. The plaything had gotten tangled around the stem of one of those fruits, and the hatchling was struggling to get it off. It was no use, though, Sierra realized with a smirk. Thank goodness he didn’t have to be the only one who wasn’t going to get what he wanted.
Then the baby opened his beak and snapped the whole fruit right off the tree by its stem, grabbing it with the oversized feet he had yet to grow into and flying back towards the cliff with his prize.
Sierra gaped. He could feel his mouth starting to water with the promise of food.
The baby landed on the ground with the hard, round fruit, and Sierra swiped it faster than a bolt of skyfire, with the hatchling none the wiser that it had just delivered him a precious commodity as it went back to playing with the vine. Smacking the fruit against the ground to break it open, Sierra discovered a sweet-smelling pulp on the inside. The flyer wasted no time diving into it, and he felt reenergized again, which couldn’t have been more of a relief. He was no longer weak, no longer vulnerable.
The hatchling looked up from its vine to blink at Sierra, smacking its lips as it watched him eat. It didn’t know how food had suddenly appeared, but it realized it wanted it.
As Sierra lowered the fruit from his face, he made the mistake of looking towards the baby. It peeped in askance, then opened its mouth wide, waiting for its turn.
Licking juice off his lips, Sierra rolled his eyes. He could have starved the thing just for spite, but as much as he hated to think it, he had no idea when the next time he’d need it to get a meal for him was. Blasted thing.
He scooped a handful of pulp out of the fruit and tossed it towards the hatchling’s gaping face. A bit of the food landed on its beak, but it didn’t care, babbling gleefully as it chewed with its mouth full. It seemed awfully happy to show off all the messy, mushy chunks of spit-covered fruit in its beak.
Why’d these little brats have to be so gross?
After a temper tantrum, Sierra finally managed to calm down. Well, relatively speaking. “Calm” was not a word anyone would ever have used to describe him, after all.
He decided he’d just keep walking as far as he could. Eventually, the hatchling would get tired and have to stop. Or he’d encounter a sharptooth. Either way, things would work themselves out.
Starting his trek across the barren Mysterious Beyond in the morning sunlight, Sierra grumbled, “Darn it, I barely got myself rid of that last whiny hatchling…”
He thought of the insufferable bigmouth who had dared to bite him. She’d been a real squealer, too. Nothing but a bunch of yep, yep, nope nonsense.
“Well…only good thing to say for this one is at least it can’t hardly talk!”
The brat had finally decided to let go of Sierra, though just hearing it rustling through the grass behind him as he walked made his blood pressure rise. He kept up a pretty good clip that he was sure would leave the creature in the dust. As he went, he cursed his injured wing—if not for that, he could have ditched that brat in seconds.
As the bright circle rose further into the sky, the flyer crossed the plain and ended up walking along a rocky canyon in the midst of a harsh desert landscape. The dry breeze blew red dust into the air past jagged outcrops of rock, and the heat of the bright circle, which was almost directly overhead, made sweat bead up on Sierra’s neck.
That hatchling had to be gone now. No kid could walk so far in this heat. Sierra had been making a point not to look back, not only because it would probably encourage the dumb creature but also because he didn’t want the pest in his sight. Now, he turned back for the first time in hours.
The brat was still there.
Granted, there was plenty more space between him and that thing than when he’d set out, but other than that, Sierra had come all this way for nothing. His feet were sore, dust was blowing into his eyes, and his stomach had begun to rumble like a ravenous animal.
This was the pits! He wouldn’t give up! He wasn’t going to let some baby get the best of him! He found himself wishing the hatchling would catch up a little faster so he could just let the wretched little beast have it, but as it approached at a leisurely pace, Sierra didn’t have the energy left to do anything but slump across the hard ground.
Food—he needed food. He hadn’t anticipated how traveling on foot would drain him of his energy, especially in the middle of the afternoon. Fending for himself in the Mysterious Beyond was just a typical day in Sierra’s life, but he’d been able to count on flying up until this point.
He felt as if the bright circle above was taunting him as it beat down on him, and that filled him with anger. Anger that made him want to take action. It was gonna take more than some sunshine to beat this flyer! He forced himself to stand back up.
That was when he saw it—a single gnarled old tree sticking out over the edge of the canyon. Its fruit looked scrawny and tough, but who cared about that? Sierra was tougher than some dumb fruit, and it was going to sustain him whether it liked it or not.
Much as Sierra hated to acknowledge it, however, there was one problem. The fruit was on a branch that extended at least ten feet over the gap above the canyon…and with no way to fly, the flyer had to risk climbing out to the food.
Whatever. It was just a tree, and he didn’t even have to climb that far. That was what the stubborn flyer told himself as he stepped towards the sorry vegetation.
Never mind that, like any other decent flyer, he’d abandoned the use of climbing soon after he’d hatched. What’d it matter that the canyon was so deep the bottom seemed to disappear out of view below him? Who cared that the tree already looked ancient, brittle, and about to bite the dust at any moment?
Just the sight of food was tempting Sierra so much that it was even enough to make him forget about that darn nuisance coming up behind him! He was hungry!
Sierra narrowed his eyes at his goal, fixed upon it like a sharptooth staring down a leaf-eater. Smacking his lips, the flyer threw himself at the tree trunk and, ravenous with hunger, began clawing his way up the tree. He brushed it off when more than one piece of stiff bark broke off the trunk, even as it threatened to make him lose his grip. One pathetic climb was all that stood between him and a meal!
But he soon heard the faint creaking sound, and the next thing Sierra knew, his support was giving way before he even had time to react. Though, out of his stupid stubbornness, he wouldn’t have reacted, anyway—even as the tree trunk began to split down the middle with a deadly crack, he was still scrambling to reach that food, because this was a challenge now. Needless to say, this struggle was in vain, and Sierra paid for it when a stray twig poked right at the hole in his wing.
“OW!” With a shout of pain, he lost his grip on the tree, and for a moment he could only flail around as he fell, while the tree above him lost one whole side of its trunk, revealing its splintered, brittle insides in a mangled cross-section.
The fruit was still safe on the other side of the tree, though. Just to tease Sierra, as if it mattered that the food remained now that the flyer was falling to his doom.
But Sierra’s frantic clawing made contact with an outcrop jutting out of the cliff, and he dug his grip into it, clinging to it and his life. It was amazing what adrenaline could do. Moments ago, he had been ready to collapse from hunger, and now he was summoning the strength to heave himself onto this ledge, heart pounding like an earthshake. With an exhale of relief, he threw himself onto the firm surface.
Above him, there was a thick root from the ancient tree wedged deep into the rocks. He gripped it with both hands, breathing heavily as he pulled himself back up to where he had started. His head came over the top of the rocky cliff.
And that was where he saw a flyer hatchling—that hatchling!—sitting in front of him, playing with a dried-up vine that had fallen from the same tree which had nearly been Sierra’s death. And when the little brat saw Sierra, it smiled.
Smiled!
“That’s IT!” Sierra roared, while the hatchling cooed nonchalantly. Sierra was satisfied that the thing seemed to take note, though, when he snatched the vine from its hands and flung it out towards the canyon. “I’ve had it with this wing—that tree—but especially with you! I’m not puttin’ up with this!! You get just one more chance to scram, ya hear?? If you don’t, I’m fixin’ to send ya out there after your silly shriveled vine!” Eyes blazing, Sierra forcefully gestured towards the canyon, where the vine he’d thrown fluttered from that cursed branch of fruit in the dusty breeze.
What he sure didn’t expect was for the hatchling to scurry over to the edge of the cliff and dive off.
Hmm. Good riddance. Maybe it had decided to have mercy on him after all.
But seconds later, its head appeared over the edge again, and when it rose further upward, Sierra saw that—it was flying!
No wonder the thing had been able to keep up with him! Drat the way some species started flying so quickly! This wasn’t fair!
His insides boiled as he watched the brat flap over, all happy, to fetch its vine. It perched on the tree with no problem, naturally. Sierra shouted rude things at it, but his fit was in vain, as the hatchling paid no attention whatsoever while it tried to tug the vine from its place. The plaything had gotten tangled around the stem of one of those fruits, and the hatchling was struggling to get it off. It was no use, though, Sierra realized with a smirk. Thank goodness he didn’t have to be the only one who wasn’t going to get what he wanted.
Then the baby opened his beak and snapped the whole fruit right off the tree by its stem, grabbing it with the oversized feet he had yet to grow into and flying back towards the cliff with his prize.
Sierra gaped. He could feel his mouth starting to water with the promise of food.
The baby landed on the ground with the hard, round fruit, and Sierra swiped it faster than a bolt of skyfire, with the hatchling none the wiser that it had just delivered him a precious commodity as it went back to playing with the vine. Smacking the fruit against the ground to break it open, Sierra discovered a sweet-smelling pulp on the inside. The flyer wasted no time diving into it, and he felt reenergized again, which couldn’t have been more of a relief. He was no longer weak, no longer vulnerable.
The hatchling looked up from its vine to blink at Sierra, smacking its lips as it watched him eat. It didn’t know how food had suddenly appeared, but it realized it wanted it.
As Sierra lowered the fruit from his face, he made the mistake of looking towards the baby. It peeped in askance, then opened its mouth wide, waiting for its turn.
Licking juice off his lips, Sierra rolled his eyes. He could have starved the thing just for spite, but as much as he hated to think it, he had no idea when the next time he’d need it to get a meal for him was. Blasted thing.
He scooped a handful of pulp out of the fruit and tossed it towards the hatchling’s gaping face. A bit of the food landed on its beak, but it didn’t care, babbling gleefully as it chewed with its mouth full. It seemed awfully happy to show off all the messy, mushy chunks of spit-covered fruit in its beak.
Why’d these little brats have to be so gross?
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 28, 2020, 01:14:08 PM »QuoteAnd aren't we all a bit crazy?
Haha, that's what I'm seeing--in the best way, though!
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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 28, 2020, 01:11:31 PM »This drawing sure is mystifying, RainbowFaceProtege. The rainbowfaces themselves are presented to the Gang as widely unknown, ominous beings with outer world knowledge which they refuse to tell them about. So to mostly mask their appearance and facial expressions as they look up at the shooting star in the atmosphere was perfect. They’re probably contemplating hard like Ruby is I imagine.
"That would be telling, isn’t it?"
Not gonna lie, that grinds my gears the more and more I see or hear that quote.
But good job on the drawing! I like the simplicity of the background. Vast, empty, and majorly unexplored, something which reflects the thirst for knowledge that humanity desperately desires.
Man, thanks for all the feedback!
I'd say I achieved the mood I was looking for with this picture, which I'm happy about. 
Heh heh, I'll keep that quote to a minimum... Thanks to these characters, it was one of my favorite lines in childhood.
Now that drawing is very mysterious, but amazing stuff. It almost looks like they're bored to see the stone.Glad you like it!
Rainbowfaces: Here we go again...
And I suppose that's possible, haha...they must see this kind of stuff a lot!
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The Welcome Center / Re: RainbowFaceProtege coming in for a landing!
« on: March 28, 2020, 12:53:42 PM »
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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 27, 2020, 04:03:29 PM »@RainbowFaceProtege If its the Rainbowfaces, I think they’re safe.True, I think we can be confident these two are more than capable of circumventing extinction.
Indeed, they have powers that defy exstinction. I wonder if they can do a Thanos finger snap and reverse the great asteroid of doom.
Impossible to say...That would be telling, wouldn't it?
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 27, 2020, 04:02:10 PM »Continue improving your sewing craft overtime, and when you feel the time is right, perhaps then an Etsy shop is not out of the question. But until then, I look forward to praising or maybe critiquing whatever new plushies you’ve made for us to look at.
Thank you for understanding, I couldn't have said it better! And I openly welcome praise and critiques--anything to help me in my present goal of fine-tuning my craft!
*Calls Carnotaur Posse off and Marketing Mosasaur* When you are ready, I will buy. Until then pics will suffice.
Good to know. Don't mind me discreetly slipping this Carnotaur tranquilizer into my pocket just in case. 
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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 27, 2020, 03:47:01 PM »@RainbowFaceProtege If its the Rainbowfaces, I think they’re safe.True, I think we can be confident these two are more than capable of circumventing extinction.
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LBT Fanfiction / Brat (February/March Fanfic Prompt)--Finished
« on: March 27, 2020, 03:44:07 PM »
My first prompt entry, aaahhh!! For the February/March 2020 fanfiction prompt: "The birth (or hatching) of one's first child is always a wondrous and joyful experience, but it is also incredibly daunting. Now there is a new life on this planet which is dependent on your support and love. Write a story where a new parent or parents must deal with the challenges of their first nest."
I considered several different characters as my potential new parent(s). Eventually, though, I decided that it would be most fun (and challenging) to narrow it down to a character or characters you would never picture as a parent, someone who'd be utterly out of their element in the role. Sierra it was--though I admit Ozzy and Strut were so close to being the ones I chose, but I was afraid it'd turn out a little too Great Valley Adventure-ish.
By the way, I imagined the hatchling as a Dimorphodon, in case anyone's wondering.
Chapter 1
As Sierra came to, two things were immediately obvious to him: the throbbing soreness in his left wing, and the blinding light of the bright circle shining right in his face. He tried to roll over to escape the brightness—and that was when he leaned too far on his wing, causing a jab of searing pain all the way up his arm.
“AARGH!” he shouted, crumpling back to the ground as his vision blurred from the pain.
What had happened? For a split second, he was unsure, but then the previous night began flooding back into his memory.
After the whole fiasco with the stone of cold fire, which of course had been just some lousy old rock all along—curse that Pterano!—he and Rinkus had been blasted off Threehorn Peak by the exploding stone. Rinkus’s tail was injured, so he got all bent out of shape, saying banging on the stone was Sierra’s stupid idea, so the explosion was his fault, blah blah blah.
Whatever. Now that they weren’t tagging along with Pterano anymore, Sierra figured he had no more reason to deal with Rinkus restraining him. After being sure to tell the pink doofus exactly what he thought of him, he took off into the Mysterious Beyond.
He was on his own once again, just as he’d been before Pterano’s delusions of grandeur had persuaded him to follow the lunatic. It seemed so stupid now, so foolish, that Pterano had been able to draw him in at all. It was those promises of power, control—the things that Sierra had spent his formative years hungering for—waiting to be claimed in a magical stone from the sky, that had captured the flyer’s attention. Nothing but empty promises from a fool’s mouth. Sierra should have known. He’d learned long ago that he couldn’t rely on anyone else. He swore to himself that now that he’d been through that lesson twice, he definitely wasn’t going to forget it, never again.
Then the skywater began. The flyer should have gone looking for shelter when the drizzle started, but he was too angry to care about a little skywater. Soon, the gentle shower gave way to shrieking winds and vicious downpours. By the time Sierra had spotted a decent place to land, the skyfire had begun to crackle through the air, dangerously close. Before the flyer could make it to the ground, his wing was struck by a jolt of white-hot pain. That was the last thing he remembered.
As he lay motionless, he could hear two young voices nearby. Children’s voices.
“Hey, there’s eggs left in that nest.”
“Is the mom okay? Do you think she’s dead?”
“I dunno. Oh—look at the eggs, they’re hatching!”
“No, they just broke when the tree fell.”
“But that one moved, I really saw it!”
Ugh. If there was one thing Sierra downright hated, it was kids. Growling under his breath, he began to sit up, making sure not to touch anything with his injured wing.
“Look, the mom’s moving!”
Sierra opened his eyes and realized he was sitting next to a large nest of twigs with several cracked eggs inside. Not far away was an uprooted tree, while more debris from the storm was strewn around the sparsely vegetated area. In the middle of this scene, standing in front of Sierra, were two wide-eyed hollowhorn children. Pests.
“Mrs. Flyer, your egg is hatching!” one of the kids piped up.
Sierra narrowed his eyes in a deadly glare at the child. “I ain’t no mother!” he growled. “Get lost!”
Frightened, the kids ran off, and Sierra turned his focus to his injury. It was obvious now what was so sensitive—his left wing bore a hole the size of a tree star, its border charred and black. Great, just great. He wasn’t going to be flying any time soon. Now what was he supposed to do? Crud, there was nothing worse than being grounded.
Then he heard the little squeak behind him. “Da-da!”
Sierra whipped around and saw a baby flyer sitting in the nest, eggshells still stuck to its smooth little head. Tiny peeping noises came from its blunt, rounded beak as it beamed up at him, wagging its delicate, thin tail.
Blech. It was so cute Sierra just wanted to barf.
“Only one thing’s worse than stinkin’ kids,” he muttered under his breath. “Stinkin’ babies…” Rolling his eyes in disgust, he began to trudge away from the nest on foot.
The next thing he knew, there was something small, fuzzy, and warm up against his back.
“Gaah!” he shouted, turning his head and finding himself nose-to-nose with the baby flyer. “Get outta here! SCRAM!”
“Da,” the baby cooed. Unfazed by Sierra’s anger, he lovingly licked the bigger flyer’s shoulder.
“Yuck—GET OFF!” Sierra spat in disgust, shaking the hatchling off his back. “I mean it! Go away, you brat!” he grumbled, forcefully pointing at the little nuisance.
“Yoo brat!” the thing babbled, pointing back at him.
“You don’t call me names! You’re the brat!” Sierra screeched. “AAUGH!” Now he was arguing with a hatchling. This was ridiculous! He gnashed his teeth in front of its face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll beat it!” he threatened, stomping away.
After he’d gone a ways, Sierra wondered if the coast was clear. Was the little beast gone? He looked over his shoulder.
The smiling hatchling was crawling along behind him. Following him.
“GO AWAY!” Sierra screamed. “Can’t you take a hint?!? GO!”
The hatchling remained there. It didn’t even flinch.
“GO!” howled Sierra in furious exasperation.
He spent several minutes just screaming at the hatchling, calling it names, threatening it, gnashing his teeth, throwing dirt at it.
The hatchling didn’t go away. “Da-da,” it reiterated.
“You blasted little numbskull!—I AIN’T YOUR DAD!” burst Sierra, glowering down at the little creature with pure loathing.
That did nothing to stop the hatchling from scrambling up to perch on top of Sierra’s head before the furious flyer could even react. It nuzzled against Sierra, wrapping its small wings across his face.
“Get off—NOW!” Sierra roared, desperately trying to pry the baby away, which only resulted in it settling into a new position on him each time. “AAARRGH!” he cried, dancing around like a fool in an effort to get the hatchling off. “Geroff—stupid—you little—”
After managing to wrench the hatchling’s wings from his eyes, Sierra saw a domehead had begun gathering twigs at the other end of the fallen tree.
Perfect! This was his chance to pass off the little pest!
Clumsy as a three-legged bellydragger, Sierra stumbled towards the domehead as quickly as he could, which was not particularly easy with a sensitive wing and a hatchling on his head. “Hey, you!” he shouted.
The domehead turned towards him with a questioning expression. “What?” she inquired.
“Take this thing!” Sierra growled, prying the hatchling off his head and holding it out at arm’s length while it flapped its wings energetically. When the domehead only stared at him in disbelief, he shoved the hatchling towards her face. “Here! TAKE IT!”
The domehead coolly took a few steps back. “I have my own mouths to feed. I’m not taking your baby!” She broke a piece off one of the tree’s roots and gently bent it to test for durability.
“What the—it’s NOT my baby!” Sierra screeched. “Look, lady, you’re a mother, and I’m not! Just take it already!” He tried to force the baby towards her again.
The domehead thwacked him on the beak with one of her twigs. “Get ahold of yourself, for goodness sakes! You’re a grown flyer, and it’s only one hatchling! I have three and one more on the way!”
Sierra’s hands began shaking, balled into fists. “Then give the brat to his real family! The ones who built that nest!” He thrust his claw towards the nest. “You live here, you must know ’em!”
“I don’t live here. We’re only passing through,” said the domehead. “The storm has been over for a while now. If those parents haven’t returned to the nest yet…” Sadness flickered across the domehead’s face. “This egg was very lucky to survive.” She paused for a moment. “I would take him in, but I just couldn’t support another child.”
Sierra grumbled. “Look here…” he said in a low voice, “I don’t know the first thing about dealing with hatchlings, and I ain’t about to start learning. Come on…” he growled, “just take it!”
“I don’t think that hatchling would let me take him if I could,” the domehead replied.
Exasperatingly content, the hatchling was nuzzling against Sierra’s leg now.
“Stop it!” Sierra snapped. “I am not your dad!”
“Da-da,” the hatchling insisted, pointing up at Sierra. Then it pointed at itself. “Brat!”
Goodie, it actually thought its name was Brat.
The domehead gave Sierra a stern but kindly look. “Caring for a youngster is intimidating. But it can also be the most rewarding thing. Sometimes life takes you in a direction you didn’t choose, but you just have to buck up and make something out of it.” She turned away and began to leave. “Good luck now, I’ve got my nest to repair.”
As the hatchling affectionately drooled on Sierra’s (thankfully uninjured) wing, there was only one thing the flyer could say:
“%#&@!”
I considered several different characters as my potential new parent(s). Eventually, though, I decided that it would be most fun (and challenging) to narrow it down to a character or characters you would never picture as a parent, someone who'd be utterly out of their element in the role. Sierra it was--though I admit Ozzy and Strut were so close to being the ones I chose, but I was afraid it'd turn out a little too Great Valley Adventure-ish.
By the way, I imagined the hatchling as a Dimorphodon, in case anyone's wondering.
Chapter 1
As Sierra came to, two things were immediately obvious to him: the throbbing soreness in his left wing, and the blinding light of the bright circle shining right in his face. He tried to roll over to escape the brightness—and that was when he leaned too far on his wing, causing a jab of searing pain all the way up his arm.
“AARGH!” he shouted, crumpling back to the ground as his vision blurred from the pain.
What had happened? For a split second, he was unsure, but then the previous night began flooding back into his memory.
After the whole fiasco with the stone of cold fire, which of course had been just some lousy old rock all along—curse that Pterano!—he and Rinkus had been blasted off Threehorn Peak by the exploding stone. Rinkus’s tail was injured, so he got all bent out of shape, saying banging on the stone was Sierra’s stupid idea, so the explosion was his fault, blah blah blah.
Whatever. Now that they weren’t tagging along with Pterano anymore, Sierra figured he had no more reason to deal with Rinkus restraining him. After being sure to tell the pink doofus exactly what he thought of him, he took off into the Mysterious Beyond.
He was on his own once again, just as he’d been before Pterano’s delusions of grandeur had persuaded him to follow the lunatic. It seemed so stupid now, so foolish, that Pterano had been able to draw him in at all. It was those promises of power, control—the things that Sierra had spent his formative years hungering for—waiting to be claimed in a magical stone from the sky, that had captured the flyer’s attention. Nothing but empty promises from a fool’s mouth. Sierra should have known. He’d learned long ago that he couldn’t rely on anyone else. He swore to himself that now that he’d been through that lesson twice, he definitely wasn’t going to forget it, never again.
Then the skywater began. The flyer should have gone looking for shelter when the drizzle started, but he was too angry to care about a little skywater. Soon, the gentle shower gave way to shrieking winds and vicious downpours. By the time Sierra had spotted a decent place to land, the skyfire had begun to crackle through the air, dangerously close. Before the flyer could make it to the ground, his wing was struck by a jolt of white-hot pain. That was the last thing he remembered.
As he lay motionless, he could hear two young voices nearby. Children’s voices.
“Hey, there’s eggs left in that nest.”
“Is the mom okay? Do you think she’s dead?”
“I dunno. Oh—look at the eggs, they’re hatching!”
“No, they just broke when the tree fell.”
“But that one moved, I really saw it!”
Ugh. If there was one thing Sierra downright hated, it was kids. Growling under his breath, he began to sit up, making sure not to touch anything with his injured wing.
“Look, the mom’s moving!”
Sierra opened his eyes and realized he was sitting next to a large nest of twigs with several cracked eggs inside. Not far away was an uprooted tree, while more debris from the storm was strewn around the sparsely vegetated area. In the middle of this scene, standing in front of Sierra, were two wide-eyed hollowhorn children. Pests.
“Mrs. Flyer, your egg is hatching!” one of the kids piped up.
Sierra narrowed his eyes in a deadly glare at the child. “I ain’t no mother!” he growled. “Get lost!”
Frightened, the kids ran off, and Sierra turned his focus to his injury. It was obvious now what was so sensitive—his left wing bore a hole the size of a tree star, its border charred and black. Great, just great. He wasn’t going to be flying any time soon. Now what was he supposed to do? Crud, there was nothing worse than being grounded.
Then he heard the little squeak behind him. “Da-da!”
Sierra whipped around and saw a baby flyer sitting in the nest, eggshells still stuck to its smooth little head. Tiny peeping noises came from its blunt, rounded beak as it beamed up at him, wagging its delicate, thin tail.
Blech. It was so cute Sierra just wanted to barf.
“Only one thing’s worse than stinkin’ kids,” he muttered under his breath. “Stinkin’ babies…” Rolling his eyes in disgust, he began to trudge away from the nest on foot.
The next thing he knew, there was something small, fuzzy, and warm up against his back.
“Gaah!” he shouted, turning his head and finding himself nose-to-nose with the baby flyer. “Get outta here! SCRAM!”
“Da,” the baby cooed. Unfazed by Sierra’s anger, he lovingly licked the bigger flyer’s shoulder.
“Yuck—GET OFF!” Sierra spat in disgust, shaking the hatchling off his back. “I mean it! Go away, you brat!” he grumbled, forcefully pointing at the little nuisance.
“Yoo brat!” the thing babbled, pointing back at him.
“You don’t call me names! You’re the brat!” Sierra screeched. “AAUGH!” Now he was arguing with a hatchling. This was ridiculous! He gnashed his teeth in front of its face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll beat it!” he threatened, stomping away.
After he’d gone a ways, Sierra wondered if the coast was clear. Was the little beast gone? He looked over his shoulder.
The smiling hatchling was crawling along behind him. Following him.
“GO AWAY!” Sierra screamed. “Can’t you take a hint?!? GO!”
The hatchling remained there. It didn’t even flinch.
“GO!” howled Sierra in furious exasperation.
He spent several minutes just screaming at the hatchling, calling it names, threatening it, gnashing his teeth, throwing dirt at it.
The hatchling didn’t go away. “Da-da,” it reiterated.
“You blasted little numbskull!—I AIN’T YOUR DAD!” burst Sierra, glowering down at the little creature with pure loathing.
That did nothing to stop the hatchling from scrambling up to perch on top of Sierra’s head before the furious flyer could even react. It nuzzled against Sierra, wrapping its small wings across his face.
“Get off—NOW!” Sierra roared, desperately trying to pry the baby away, which only resulted in it settling into a new position on him each time. “AAARRGH!” he cried, dancing around like a fool in an effort to get the hatchling off. “Geroff—stupid—you little—”
After managing to wrench the hatchling’s wings from his eyes, Sierra saw a domehead had begun gathering twigs at the other end of the fallen tree.
Perfect! This was his chance to pass off the little pest!
Clumsy as a three-legged bellydragger, Sierra stumbled towards the domehead as quickly as he could, which was not particularly easy with a sensitive wing and a hatchling on his head. “Hey, you!” he shouted.
The domehead turned towards him with a questioning expression. “What?” she inquired.
“Take this thing!” Sierra growled, prying the hatchling off his head and holding it out at arm’s length while it flapped its wings energetically. When the domehead only stared at him in disbelief, he shoved the hatchling towards her face. “Here! TAKE IT!”
The domehead coolly took a few steps back. “I have my own mouths to feed. I’m not taking your baby!” She broke a piece off one of the tree’s roots and gently bent it to test for durability.
“What the—it’s NOT my baby!” Sierra screeched. “Look, lady, you’re a mother, and I’m not! Just take it already!” He tried to force the baby towards her again.
The domehead thwacked him on the beak with one of her twigs. “Get ahold of yourself, for goodness sakes! You’re a grown flyer, and it’s only one hatchling! I have three and one more on the way!”
Sierra’s hands began shaking, balled into fists. “Then give the brat to his real family! The ones who built that nest!” He thrust his claw towards the nest. “You live here, you must know ’em!”
“I don’t live here. We’re only passing through,” said the domehead. “The storm has been over for a while now. If those parents haven’t returned to the nest yet…” Sadness flickered across the domehead’s face. “This egg was very lucky to survive.” She paused for a moment. “I would take him in, but I just couldn’t support another child.”
Sierra grumbled. “Look here…” he said in a low voice, “I don’t know the first thing about dealing with hatchlings, and I ain’t about to start learning. Come on…” he growled, “just take it!”
“I don’t think that hatchling would let me take him if I could,” the domehead replied.
Exasperatingly content, the hatchling was nuzzling against Sierra’s leg now.
“Stop it!” Sierra snapped. “I am not your dad!”
“Da-da,” the hatchling insisted, pointing up at Sierra. Then it pointed at itself. “Brat!”
Goodie, it actually thought its name was Brat.
The domehead gave Sierra a stern but kindly look. “Caring for a youngster is intimidating. But it can also be the most rewarding thing. Sometimes life takes you in a direction you didn’t choose, but you just have to buck up and make something out of it.” She turned away and began to leave. “Good luck now, I’ve got my nest to repair.”
As the hatchling affectionately drooled on Sierra’s (thankfully uninjured) wing, there was only one thing the flyer could say:
“%#&@!”
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LBT Fanart / Re: Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 27, 2020, 03:12:41 PM »Oh now this is really cool! I like the silhouette of the rainbow faces as they look at the stone fly by. Great job!
Nothing wrong with having an inconsistent art style as it's always good to experiment with different things.
Thank you, guess that is one way to look at it!
I like the composition/silhouette look of this pic. I know it's due to there not being any lighting in frame, but the shadows still convey the message as the rainbowfaces' eyes glow upon seeing the meteor. Nice one!
Thanks!
I actually had the Rainbow Faces in full color initially, but then I decided I wanted the silhouette look (and having them in full light wouldn't have made much sense at night). So I put a shadow layer over them with just a bit of color coming through the edges.Thank you @Sneak
@Gentle Sharptooth Haha!! I wasn't intending it to be THAT meteor.
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LBT Fanart / Re: DarkWolf's Fanart Thread
« on: March 27, 2020, 02:40:13 PM »
Just--WOW! 
I am blown away by all the detail in your artwork, from the shading to the characters' poses. And your animation is nothing short of MIND-BLOWING! Amazing work!!!
I am blown away by all the detail in your artwork, from the shading to the characters' poses. And your animation is nothing short of MIND-BLOWING! Amazing work!!!
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LBT Fanart / Drawings by RainbowFaceProtege :)
« on: March 27, 2020, 02:35:17 PM »
No time like the present to kick off my drawing thread! I'm just gonna warn you now that I don't really have any consistent art style...like, at all.
With that out of the way, here's my top two LBT characters drawn with ArtRage!
With that out of the way, here's my top two LBT characters drawn with ArtRage!
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LBT Fanart / Re: jassy’s Fanart
« on: March 27, 2020, 02:25:01 PM »Ahhh, I finally managed to draw something worth posting!! This is my shot at redesigning my rainbow face OCs. It took me two days of boood, sweat and tears, but I think it was worth it. Since the actual picture is too big to post on here and I need to sleep, I’ll just link it for now and try re-uploading an appropriately sized version in the morning because I’m tired.
https://i.imgur.com/vNzIzsJ.jpg
Ooh, I like!
Not enough people draw Rainbow Faces! I love how you draw eyes, you really put some light in them! Nice to see someone else's Fast Biter OC, too. I look forward to seeing the "happy Nimble" picture.
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 27, 2020, 02:14:23 PM »@RainbowFaceProtege For starters you could make a aurplus of Mos, Guidos, Chompers, and etc to sell omn etsy when you are ready.
@Anagnos Yes.. plushie! Plushie! Plushie! Lol
The pressure mounts...get away! *anxiety!!!*
*deep breaths* Whew.
Okay, I'm not gonna say anything is impossible, but I sure can't make any promises, so let's correct that "when" to an "if." I mean, I picture myself making things to sell, and I can't help imagining scenarios like:
A) I end up losing more money than I make because I'm far from experienced in business ventures. (What's a reasonable price for custom plushies? Beats me.)
B) I can't manage to create anything that's flawless enough for me to put up for sale without my conscience nagging at me (you con artist, you're really gonna charge that for that??!).
C) A project rips during shipping because my hand-sewing is hardly invincible...
Soooo, yeah. Just not sure I'm there yet.
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 27, 2020, 12:00:34 PM »
@ImpracticalDino Yep--definitely an improvement since Tricia!
Second favorite, actually. Free tree stars to anyone who can guess my first!
Thanks for all the feedback @OwlsCantRead --I appreciate your analysis!
@Mumbling Thanks, I was really pleased to find some fleece in the perfect colors for this project! That doesn't always happen, and I like being able to avoid felt when I can. (Sometimes I choose fabric type over fabric color for that reason, so I'll warn you guys that some projects I show are gonna have not-quite-accurate color choices.)
@Gentle Sharptooth Thank you! I probably should consider Etsy at some point in my life...
@Anagnos Aw, glad to hear it! Like I said before, Tricia was kind of a purposefully quick project for me. One of those times I just felt like sewing but didn't want it to eat up all my free time.
You guys are seriously flattering me right now
Is The Great Day of the Flyers your favorite sequel or something? Both Tricia and Guido hail from that movie.
Second favorite, actually. Free tree stars to anyone who can guess my first!
Thanks for all the feedback @OwlsCantRead --I appreciate your analysis!
@Mumbling Thanks, I was really pleased to find some fleece in the perfect colors for this project! That doesn't always happen, and I like being able to avoid felt when I can. (Sometimes I choose fabric type over fabric color for that reason, so I'll warn you guys that some projects I show are gonna have not-quite-accurate color choices.)
@Gentle Sharptooth Thank you! I probably should consider Etsy at some point in my life...
@Anagnos Aw, glad to hear it! Like I said before, Tricia was kind of a purposefully quick project for me. One of those times I just felt like sewing but didn't want it to eat up all my free time.
Can't go wrong with Guido.
Let us work together to convince RainbowFaceProtege to make em and sell em on etsy. :
You guys are seriously flattering me right now
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General Land Before Time / Re: Getting to know you - LBT Style
« on: March 27, 2020, 11:45:57 AM »
Time to get down to business!!
1.) Most liked Land Before Time character - Obviously, the Rainbow Faces are my all-time favorites! I always thought they were cool for being so mysterious and intelligent--not to mention they're aliens. I mean, alien dinosaurs? I've always enjoyed the sheer strangeness of them! They're such quirky outsiders, and they don't give a hoot about what the regular dinosaurs think of them. They know things no one else does, and they don't owe any explanation to the likes of Mr. Threehorn! Choosing a favorite Rainbow Face, I'm gonna have to pick the male for being the friendlier one. I get a kick out of how terrible he is at being secretive--seems like he's in the wrong line of work, whatever that line of work exactly is. And caring for the kids is more important to him than keeping his distance for the sake of the mysterious mission, not wanting Littlefoot and co. to go without food and that sort of thing. And then there's the way his passion for science/space always bubbles over to the point where his companion has to cut him off before he says too much...love it.
2.) Least liked Land Before Time character - FYI, I'm not counting the TV show here, because so many of its new characters were so bland that I don't want to have to decide who was the most boring. Keep in mind I don't downright hate anyone from LBT, but I'm gonna have to say Ichy is my least favorite. He and Dil were always my least favorite villians of the whole series. (Yeah, probably gonna have to let you down in the fanart department on this month's character showcase.) Even when I was little, I found their voices annoying, and that combined with their constant bickering got on my nerves fast. But why does Ichy get the honor of being my ultimate least favorite? That would mostly be because he's always bashing Dil's blindness. Not that Dil's ever nice to him, but with blindness already being an obstacle for Dil as it is, Ichy's attitude strikes me as particularly unfair. Also, I think Ichy's squawky voice is the most annoying of the two. (Squawky: new word, anyone? Spellcheck is not pleased.)
3.) Most liked Land Before Time song - "Beyond the Mysterious Beyond" will always be my favorite! Come on, it's sung by my favorite characters. Besides, it's such a beautiful song! Plus it's sung by my favorite characters! In all seriousness, though, I love the message that there's so much of our world left to discover, wonders we know nothing about, perhaps some that will always remain a mystery. It's humbling, and it's so true. Looking up at a clear night sky, how many of us think about how enormous it really is? Not to mention that, on the other side of the coin, that part that we can see is only a fraction of our universe. (Somewhere in that paragraph, I just went full Neil deGrasse Tyson mode.)
4.) Least liked Land Before Time song - "Stupid Stompers."
Because, no puns about it, it's just stupid. Mean-spirited, annoying, and as poorly-performed as LBT songs come. "THEY DON'T KNOW AaANYyTHING AT aAaALL!" Was Skitter supposed to be so horrifically off-key??
5.) Most liked Land Before Time film - Definitely VII: The Stone of Cold Fire! I probably don't have to explain at this point. Though I will add that, aside from the Rainbow Faces, I also enjoyed it for the fact that it had some villains with a more interesting goal than just "eat the kids." (Suddenly most Land Before Time sequels sound morbid.) Plus, Pterano's song is another big favorite of mine! I love its use of string instruments!
6.) Least liked Land Before Time film - XI: Invasion of the Tinysauruses takes that spot. I mean, the whole thing revolves around Littlefoot becoming a lying idiot. How is this supposed to be the same character we saw in any of the other movies??! I can laugh at The Wisdom of Friends for its what-am-I-watching levels of absurdity, but Tinysauruses is just Out-of-Character Syndrome at its worst!
7.) Most memorable Land Before Time moment - The end of VII when Littlefoot meets up with the Rainbow Faces again and sees them leaving. It's so cool how you never see the spaceship itself, just the tractor beam and the streak of light as it flies away. For that matter, we don't even know for sure if it is a spaceship. I know others on the web have theorized that it could have been a time machine, though as a fan of aliens I admit no one can shake me into thinking it's anything besides a spaceship. Point is, they left the scene ambiguous enough for there to still be some mystery there. And the awe on Littlefoot's face as he watches the whole thing happen...perfect.
1.) Most liked Land Before Time character - Obviously, the Rainbow Faces are my all-time favorites!
I always thought they were cool for being so mysterious and intelligent--not to mention they're aliens. I mean, alien dinosaurs? I've always enjoyed the sheer strangeness of them! They're such quirky outsiders, and they don't give a hoot about what the regular dinosaurs think of them. They know things no one else does, and they don't owe any explanation to the likes of Mr. Threehorn! Choosing a favorite Rainbow Face, I'm gonna have to pick the male for being the friendlier one. I get a kick out of how terrible he is at being secretive--seems like he's in the wrong line of work, whatever that line of work exactly is. And caring for the kids is more important to him than keeping his distance for the sake of the mysterious mission, not wanting Littlefoot and co. to go without food and that sort of thing. And then there's the way his passion for science/space always bubbles over to the point where his companion has to cut him off before he says too much...love it.2.) Least liked Land Before Time character - FYI, I'm not counting the TV show here, because so many of its new characters were so bland that I don't want to have to decide who was the most boring.
Keep in mind I don't downright hate anyone from LBT, but I'm gonna have to say Ichy is my least favorite. He and Dil were always my least favorite villians of the whole series. (Yeah, probably gonna have to let you down in the fanart department on this month's character showcase.) Even when I was little, I found their voices annoying, and that combined with their constant bickering got on my nerves fast. But why does Ichy get the honor of being my ultimate least favorite? That would mostly be because he's always bashing Dil's blindness. Not that Dil's ever nice to him, but with blindness already being an obstacle for Dil as it is, Ichy's attitude strikes me as particularly unfair. Also, I think Ichy's squawky voice is the most annoying of the two. (Squawky: new word, anyone? Spellcheck is not pleased.)3.) Most liked Land Before Time song - "Beyond the Mysterious Beyond" will always be my favorite! Come on, it's sung by my favorite characters. Besides, it's such a beautiful song! Plus it's sung by my favorite characters! In all seriousness, though, I love the message that there's so much of our world left to discover, wonders we know nothing about, perhaps some that will always remain a mystery. It's humbling, and it's so true. Looking up at a clear night sky, how many of us think about how enormous it really is? Not to mention that, on the other side of the coin, that part that we can see is only a fraction of our universe. (Somewhere in that paragraph, I just went full Neil deGrasse Tyson mode.)
4.) Least liked Land Before Time song - "Stupid Stompers."
Because, no puns about it, it's just stupid. Mean-spirited, annoying, and as poorly-performed as LBT songs come. "THEY DON'T KNOW AaANYyTHING AT aAaALL!" Was Skitter supposed to be so horrifically off-key??5.) Most liked Land Before Time film - Definitely VII: The Stone of Cold Fire! I probably don't have to explain at this point. Though I will add that, aside from the Rainbow Faces, I also enjoyed it for the fact that it had some villains with a more interesting goal than just "eat the kids." (Suddenly most Land Before Time sequels sound morbid.) Plus, Pterano's song is another big favorite of mine! I love its use of string instruments!
6.) Least liked Land Before Time film - XI: Invasion of the Tinysauruses takes that spot. I mean, the whole thing revolves around Littlefoot becoming a lying idiot. How is this supposed to be the same character we saw in any of the other movies??! I can laugh at The Wisdom of Friends for its what-am-I-watching levels of absurdity, but Tinysauruses is just Out-of-Character Syndrome at its worst!
7.) Most memorable Land Before Time moment - The end of VII when Littlefoot meets up with the Rainbow Faces again and sees them leaving. It's so cool how you never see the spaceship itself, just the tractor beam and the streak of light as it flies away. For that matter, we don't even know for sure if it is a spaceship. I know others on the web have theorized that it could have been a time machine, though as a fan of aliens I admit no one can shake me into thinking it's anything besides a spaceship. Point is, they left the scene ambiguous enough for there to still be some mystery there. And the awe on Littlefoot's face as he watches the whole thing happen...perfect.
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LBT Fanart / Re: RainbowFaceProtege's Plush Projects!!
« on: March 26, 2020, 03:33:50 PM »
Alrighty, here's some Guido for you! Gotta love this guy--he's my second favorite LBT character (well, technically my third since there's a pair of characters taking up my top spot)! This is actually my second version of Guido, since he was one of those characters I first attempted early on in my sewing ventures, when I still had a lot to learn and relied way too much on glue (blech). I'd show the first version for comparison, buuuut...it's underneath this new one. I basically just reupholstered him when I decided my original wasn't good enough!
He's about the size of a Build-a-Bear (12 inches when sitting down) and made out of fleece.
He's about the size of a Build-a-Bear (12 inches when sitting down) and made out of fleece.