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Fossil Flint Echinoid (Shepherd’s Crown) – Cretaceous Chalk, Seaford Head, Sussex UK – British Sea Urchin Fossil with Certificate

This listing features a genuine Fossil Flint Echinoid, often affectionately referred to as a "Shepherd’s Crown", collected from the Cretaceous Chalk deposits of Seaford Head, Sussex, UK. These iconic echinoid fossils are preserved in flint—a result of millions of years of mineral replacement after the creature’s death on the seabed.

The chalk cliffs of Seaford Head are part of the Upper Cretaceous sequence of southern England, dating back approximately 100 to 66 million years ago. The echinoid species, most likely within the genus Conulus or Micraster, were marine invertebrates related to modern sea urchins. Over time, the original calcite skeletons were dissolved and replaced by silica to form the hard flint fossils we find today.

These echinoids are famed for their distinct five-point symmetry and domed shape, often resembling a crown or star. Flint echinoids are a sought-after classic British fossil due to their excellent preservation, high contrast appearance, and regional collectability.

This specimen was discovered by our own team members, Alister and Alison, on 24 March 2025, and has been expertly cleaned, prepped, and treated by Alison for optimal presentation and preservation.

Item Details:

Name: Flint Echinoid (likely Conulus sp.)

Type: Sea Urchin Fossil (Echinoidea)

Common Name: Shepherd’s Crown

Age: Cretaceous Period (~100–66 million years ago)

Geological Formation: Chalk

Location Found: Seaford Head, Sussex, UK

Scale Reference: Scale Rule Squares / Cube = 1cm (please refer to photo for full sizing)

Certificate of Authenticity: Included

ACTUAL AS SEEN:

The image shows the exact specimen you will receive. Each fossil is carefully hand-selected and photographed to ensure quality and transparency.

Please Note:

Some fossils may be propped up for photography.

Colouration may vary slightly under different lighting or screens.

Sizes are approximate due to natural variations in shape.

Once sold, this listing will be updated with a new fossil and image.

100% Genuine – Professionally Prepared – Certificate of Authenticity Included

[garmrin]

top five rocks

5

Limburgite

Looks kinda like candy. Like reeses and chocolate, or maybe normal peanut butter and chocolate.

4

Epidosite

Pretty green colors.

3

Obsidian

Shiny black rock. Statistically less likely to kill you than coal.

2

Flint/Chert

Super cool rock.

You can make weapons out of it!

1

Gypsum

I know what you're thinking "those are some normal rocks, why those ones?"

Guess what, loser?

It's one of the main ingredients in chalk!

That shit is delicious. Orange is the best flavor, red second best, and blue third.

[voidfishplurality]

Oh my god it's chalk

The tiny micro-organisms of the fold die, their remains float down to the bottom of the Fold (which is also the top of the Un), and the layers of packed sediment turn into mica.

Would this make dark mica kind of like flint? Is the creation of The Ship the Cosmos' version of the massive technological leap that the invention of flint knapping allowed for?

I was thinking about these excellent questions from @ariadne-mouse, and in particular those about what this upper Un megafauna eats most of the time, in relation not to the crew, but the Sloop:

Consider also, @utilitycaster's suggestion of a toroidal cosmos, wherein the limits do not necessarily end, but instead circle around to meet each other. We do see that the mica described at this altitude is "fresher" and "cleaner", in a sense suggesting that this mica is newly formed:

We cannot yet know what lies beyond the tunnels of mica, but if the cosmos do in fact circle back upon themselves, and we take as foundation the gravitational direction of the cosmos—i.e., that the the Un is up, and the Fold is down, and overall, everything flows from top to bottom—then the biggest question is: where does the Fold at the deepest depths go?

But when we get to the description of the Fold of the dark mica being siphoned, the idea of mica forming begins to be called into question:

Contrary to this image of inorganic, dead matter, we do know that Fold is, technically, alive, that it is not liquid but innumerable living micro-organisms, described as algal or bacterial. We also know that mica can be excreted as by-product by other beings, notably mirrorhawks:

And, as we've learned, people contain Fold, which can be siphoned from themselves, and it is fundamental to their being and life. This could explain the chemical origin of this mica secretion, if Fold is a fundamental basis of life in the cosmos:

So perhaps mica, far from being any sort of originating matter, is in fact the by-product of dead, processed, consumed Fold.

Certainly, we don't entirely know how more Fold is created, though we know it has an origin at the Font, so it must have ways of generating more, and the cosmos must have ways of balancing the amount of Fold in the sense that the universe has not become purely Fold. Of course, we do not know where Fold goes beyond the Delta, but based on this evidence, I would hypothesize that one method of keeping this balance is that the megafauna of the upper Un and the megafauna of the extreme depths of the Fold are one in the same—evolved within a toroidal cosmos to consume and process Fold where it is most abundant, and maintaining an equilibrium of Fold in the universe.

[hfeves]

we do not talk abt Mr. Gates enough.

he's carrying out the most intensive damage control that is being in kahoots w James Flint - the MOMENT he gets affairs to a manageable level Flint is pulling some unimaginable shit.

he'll show up on deck w his fuckass ponytail spewing a whole monolog that really chalks up to "Gentlemen!!! We are blowing up our own ship today!!! For a better tomorrow!!" and the crew turns to Gates like "how the fuck did you let this happen"

i KNOW his ass clocked Silver as an equally (if not more) delusional bitch than Flint. whenever he saw them have a single positive interaction, he prob thought: "Good. good for you. truly, a match made in heaven. good luck with reality"

[takeariskao3]

written for @ginnystrophyhusband june microfics. our coffee shop au now has a title: magic doesn’t last! (this one got away from me a lil bit, don’t punish me for the word count)

Harry shrugged out of his anorak and slumped into a chair near the cash register. Ginny wasn’t behind the counter; he figured she was in the back restocking, or doing some other barista duty required of her during the time between customers.

He’d arrived a bit earlier than usual this Sunday to find a completely empty café. He hadn’t set out an hour ahead of his self-determined schedule for any one reason. Except that he wanted to see her. But Harry wasn’t up to being honest with himself at the moment, so he just chalked it up to the bad weather. And not wanting it to get worse the longer he waited.

Despite his standard issue raincoat, he’d still gotten soaked on the walk from the bus stop—to the point that water dripped and dribbled down from his hair. It dampened his collar and overall contributed to the minor inconvenience that felt like a true nuisance.

After fidgeting in his seat for a moment or two, he stood quickly and approached the service station to grab some extra napkins. As he patted dry the nape of his neck, Ginny charged through the curtain that kept the back room hidden.

Harry took her in and froze in mild astonishment.

Ginny’s hair—that had been obscenely long and typically pulled back in a high ponytail for the entire time he’d known her—was now chopped in a straight line even with her chin. The effect was bewitching. The arch of her brow had an elegant curve to it that he’d never noticed before, her lips looked fuller and glistened a darker shade of mauve, and her eyes were brighter than he had ever seen them.

Upon further inspection however, he realized the flint in her irises was poorly disguised fury.

“Hi,” Harry said lamely.

Ginny huffed unintelligibly and began dumping coffee beans into the giant receptacle at the top of her espresso machine.

“You cut your hair,” he continued, unable to fully understand what exactly he was saying. Or why. She obviously knew she’d cut it. It wasn’t like he was breaking the news to her.

“It looks–“ Harry fumbled for a descriptor that did the full countenance of her justice. “Good.”

He inwardly cringed.

“See!” Ginny answered angrily. “Now that’s a normal reaction. ‘You cut your hair. Look’s good.’”

Harry felt his lack of creativity sounded worse the second time around, but she seemed pleased enough. Trying not to dwell on it, he instead attempted to follow the explanation of her indignation. It was difficult though, he kept getting distracted by the new angles he was discovering in her face.

“Not ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Or ‘You didn’t want to talk about it ahead of time?’ Who the fuck does he think he is? It’s my hair. Why in Christ’s sake should he have an opinion?”

“Sorry… Who?”

“Dea–“ Ginny stopped herself and turned the weight of her full glare on Harry. “My dickhead of a boyfriend.”

Harry’s teeth clenched together. “Oh.”

“I mean, sure, if i had really planned on something this drastic I might have mentioned it. But it was spur of the moment, you know? I was sitting in that stupid chair, staring at myself in the mirror, thinking about the interviews next week, and I… I panicked.”

Harry blinked. “What interviews?”

“Oh…er,” Ginny ducked her head and murmured, “Introductory interviews. At The Guardian.”

“You got the spot!?” He practically cackled, his face splitting into a wide grin.

“No,” she cut in quickly, but her underlying glee was poorly disguised. “It’s not official yet. So don’t you dare jinx it!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he agreed.

As Ginny switched from replenishing the coffee beans to brewing them, Harry didn’t even try to even out his expression. A heated bloom of pride spread out from the center of his chest. He of course knew she was brilliant, so he supposed it was only a matter of time before the rest of the world figured it out too.

“I was just trying to look more polished. Less like a farm girl and more like an actual professional.” She shot him a pleading little wince. “And it wasn’t like I kept this big change from Dean intentionally. But now he keeps messaging and calling and acting like a kicked puppy because ‘I didn’t care enough to include him in my decisions.’”

Harry went back to drying his neck, keeping his eyes on his shoes and offering, “I’m sure you guys will work it out.”

Of course they would. Because the universe was conspiring against him in increasingly absurd ways.

Ginny didn’t agree or disagree with that assertion, but coward that he was, Harry didn’t look up for a good long while. The sound of espresso drips and steamed milk were the only thing that broke the heavy silence.

“Here you go,” she said finally, sliding a mug across the butcher block. “On the house.” At Harry’s bewildered expression she finished, “For being the first person to compliment my new hair.”

He squinted incredulously. “Is that all it takes to get free stuff around here? If I tell you it looks really good can I get a scone?”

Ginny rolled her eyes with a laugh, and began wiping down a perfectly clean counter. Harry didn’t think he imagined the flush of pink at the tops of her cheeks.

[dearestdeeer]

Bat family as rocks without explanation:

Bruce : Coal

Alfred: Petrified wood

Dick: Lapis lazuli

Jason: Flint

Barbara: Bismuth

Tim: Chalk (yes) chalk

Stephanie: Lepidolite

Cas : Obsidian

Damian : Pyrite

Duke : Yooperlite

[o3o-aya]

Herobrine x Reader

im in my two week minecraft phase and playing with Herobrine mods, NO ONE WILL STOP ME

You panted heavily as you ran through the dark oak forest, holding up your shield as a skeleton shot you.

You just had to go out when the sun began to go down... You promised your neighboring village that you would be fine! You would get them some emeralds and it was going to be fine!

It was in not fact... Not fine...

You were low on health, had an arrow lodged in your leg and on top of that, you were out of food.

It wasn't like any of this could get any worse!

You thought to soon... Running and losing your footing as you fell into the river below.

Hitting your head on a rock as you slowly lost consciousness.

Going in and out of your unconscious state, it felt like someone was dragging you... You wanted to open your eyes but all you could so was see the blurs.

Was that a blue shirt...? Steve...?

No, you must be dreaming...

~~~

It was day when you woke up, underneath a tree out of the dark oak forest.

You looked at your now wrapped leg and looked around. Was it really Steve? No... No, he wouldn't just leave you out to defend yourself! He would take you home!

You sighed and placed your sword on your back, it seemed as if you would have to find your own way back...

It felt odd, it felt as if you felt eyes on you... These familiar eyes that you chalked up to the villagers that lived next to you.

They were odd but you couldn't say anything seeing as they gave you good deals on your trades.

Looking around as you pulled your map out of your pocket, hey... You've been here before... The village was near, and you managed to snag a few emeralds too! So, this trip wasn't a complete waste!

The walk back wasn't too bad either! It was just over the mountain, but you saw something odd... The villagers gathered in the center of the village.

Limping down the mountain as the baker noticed you, immediately alerting the others as they rushed over to help you.

You were listening to them all talking at once as you ate your golden apple to heal your leg but could understand some of what they were saying.

They saw the white eyes...? No way! They must be seeing stuff.

"Don't worry guys... It must've been cow or something." You reassured them as you smiled, it wasn't much but it relaxed them.

Giving them your emeralds for trades, repairing the iron golem. Maybe you could make another... Have an extra wandering around the village just in case.

This was your village to protect...

You went off taking your trades back to your house, placing them in one of your lesser filled chests. Sighing before you paused, looking up from the chest as you looked around.

You felt those eyes again... And the villagers were all in their homes... Grabbing your sword as you looked around, narrowing your eyes as you opened your door.

It easily could have been a hidden mob too... A zombie or skeleton.

Whatever it was... It felt off, it didn't feel like the usual gaze of one of the two...

Whatever... You had to go to the nether soon... Steve said he had been a few times, but you needed to get some stuff from there.

Grabbing your items, you were a bit of a coward... The nether wasn't for the weak of heart which is probably why you put it off for so long.

You ventured out a bit, making sure that no little child villager would see it and want to enter.

Building it up as you placed your cobblestone at the corners to keep it up.

Grabbing you flint as you hit against the steel, watching as the sparks flew onto the portal and flinching as you watched the purple light appear.

Closing your eyes as you took a deep breath and slowly walked in, the wobbling sensation immediately hitting you before you stumbled out of the portal.

Placing a gold helmet on your head as you looked around at the Crimson Forest. Perfect! You had some gold and Steve said that the Piglins trade with gold! You had plenty of gold!

Rushing off as you traded with a few before you paused at a map one of them gave you.

'Huh... Odd.' You thought to yourself as you looked at it.

It seemed to have the coordinates to a castle... Maybe it was a fortress that Steve talked about!

"Great!" You said happily as you rushed off, still looking at the map.

Making sure you marked each path so you wouldn't get lost... And finally, you reached it... The castle...

"Are fortresses usually this big...?" You muttered to yourself as you walked in, hiding from wither skeletons and brutes.

You thought you felt eyes on you... But you brushed it off.

~~~

He had been watching you... He didn't know for how long but he watched you... He watched you befriend the villagers, avoid mobs without killing, only taking what you needed and replanting.

He hadn't seen the others do this... He had seen it all, seen the mistreatment of this world.

Everything.

You chose to build near a village, making friends and doing them favors...

But how did you get here? In this castle... This castle that he built, or more like forced piglins to build it.

He had remembered that day, you fell off the cliff running from a skeleton and for whatever reason, he helped you.

He never helped anyone, but he helped you.

He didn't know why, but he did.

He watched you sleep for a while after that, well at least until day hit... The overworld mobs would leave you alone if he did...

He was lost in thought, listening to the door of his throne room open.

Sitting down as he smirked to himself, looking down at you from his throne.

That shocked expression you held was just... Adorable to look at... He could tell why that lookalike of his liked you so much...

~~~

It couldn't be true... The myths and rumors... Were they real?

Did Herobrine really exist? Was this Steve pulling a prank on you?

"Hi..." He said to you, his voice deep and raspy... Carried in quiet menace... It reminded you of the sound of your flint and steel.

Taking a step back, ready to run before the throne room doors suddenly slammed shut.

"Not even a thank you for pulling you out of that river?" He asked, a tilt of his head as he rested his head on his hand, his elbow against the arm of the throne.

"I... I..." You began, still in shock.

He looked... Rough... But it wasn't what drew you to him...

They were white as bone... Such eyes should've been lifeless and they almost were... No hint of humanity in them but they gleamed... Gleamed with something that sent shivers down your spine... Fear... And desire...

It hadn't even been a second when he teleported behind you, grabbing your wrists as he forced you to drop your sword.

His cold breath against your ear, pulling you against him as he let out a low chuckle.

"You seem on edge... Let me take care of that...~"

[lynxindisguise]

Universe 299: Professors

Remus leans back against his desk, stretching out his hamstrings as Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint persist in their homoerotic battle to outsmart one another. He’s glad that they’re passionate, of course, but he fears they may be a little too obsessed with the Roman Empire.

He’s considering interjecting when the classroom door swings open, and Sirius Black pokes his head in, looking rather lost.

“Professor Black,” he greets with careful formality. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yes… I…” Hands stuffed in the pockets of his black cardigan, he drifts further into the room, as if to taunt him. What are you doing? Remus’s eyes plead. “Might I borrow some… chalk?”

Chalk? Is this code for something? The astronomy professor has always been something of an enigma. A dangerous enigma.

“Of course,” he replies tightly. “Help yourself.”

“Thank you.” Sirius swipes a single piece of chalk from the blackboard and holds it up in an awkward salute before leaving.

“No professor should be that handsome,” Penelope Clearwater whispers, and well, he’s inclined to agree.

It’s criminal, really.

[wolfstarhaven]

Hi!!!!!!! Long time lurker first time asker here—do you have any interesting fics that take place in the summer? I feel like I've been losing myself in nostalgia for being a teenager since it started getting hot by me and I'd love to read a fic that compliments that feeling well!

Hi🌸 You read my mind, long time lurker — I’ve been thinking of putting together a proper summery-nostalgic list for some time now. Your request finally made me do it(: So here you go! My favourite summer wolfstar fics, all of them with that sweet, soft nostalgic touch☀️

the summer you let your hair grow out

by ladymemebeth (20k)

in which sirius decides to go to remus' house when he runs away, rather than james'. remus finds this situation to be trying in more ways than one. includes gratuitous references to twentieth-century cinema and music.

Themes: summer at remus’; pov!remus; disowned Sirius; pining; friends to lovers; first time.

*wonders bright

by unwholesome_gay (5k)

Sirius spends a few weeks at the Lupins' place during the summer after sixth year.

Themes: summer at remus’; pov!sirius; friends to lovers; fluff; first kiss.

*the apple caught between your teeth

by drowsyanddazed (13k)

The warm, July sun is unadulterated in its naked heat; blisteringly sweet and unbearingly heavy. It makes Sirius’ shirt cling to his chest, turns his bones lazy, and it colours Remus’ cheeks with a dusting of honey freckles.

So many freckles.

So many that Sirius wonders where they all hide in the frosty, winter months.

Themes: summer at remus’; disowned sirius; pov!sirius; friends to lovers; coming out; pining; so well-written I could cry.

*June, and Other Natural Disasters

by montparnasse (5k)

Sirius talks, begs, and bribes Remus into a spontaneous trip to Brighton the summer of their graduation. Remus loses all sense of direction; Sirius loses his shirt; Remus kisses the last moth-eaten vestiges of his sanity a long, sloppy goodbye.

Themes: summer trip; pov!remus; pining remus; friends to lovers; sexual tension and smut; poetic prose.

*Everything Under The Sun

by moongnome (26k)

The summer of '76. Remus wants Sirius. Sirius doesn't know what he wants.

Themes: slow burn; friends to lovers; shit communication; friends with benefits sort of; pov!remus; pining remus; this is technically unfinished but it can be read as finished!; I love this so much it’s crazy.

*A Brief History of Dragons

by eyra (23k)

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

Themes: muggle!au; writer!remus; pov!sirius; strangers to lovers; Arthurian legend; everybody and their mother has read and loved this; but it’s very summery so it’s gotta be here!!

tomorrow, when the world is free

by turntechnodhead (2k)

Sirius, in a tour-guide voice: “The White Cliffs of Dover, part of the North Downs formation, is the region of English coastline facing the Strait of Dover and France. The cliff face, which reaches a height of 110 metres, owes its striking appearance to the composition of chalk accented by streaks of black flint-”

“Padfoot, mate, you never told us you could read,” says James. Sirius whacks the back of his head with the guidebook.

Themes: road trip; pov!remus; pining remus; fluff; pre-slash.

Camping, Comfort, and Clichés

by oliverdalstonbrowning (5k)

Remus goes on a camping trip with his friends, and discovers all the comfort and clichés that go with it.

Themes: camping; post-Hogwarts; sharing a bed; pov!remus; friends to lovers; jealous remus; fluff.

*Hard To Find

by accioromulus (13k)

The air conditioning is already broken, Sirius's back has been effectively glued to the leather seat via sweat, and this road-trip may have been a Very Bad Idea.

Themes: road trip; muggle!au; pov!sirius; pining; so so soft and summery; friends to lovers.

Out There

by halictus (21k)

Sirius has to go backpacking to fulfill a college graduation requirement. He is comfortable in his own skin, he has friends, he has passions. But he's still learning how to fit himself into loosely-defined spaces. Remus is a graduate student leading the trip. He loves nature, and backpacking, and being outside, and smiling, and having lots of energy. They both have some learning to do—not necessarily tactfully.

Themes: muggle!au; backpacking; nature; strangers to lovers; good discussion on privilege!

one for the road

by rojohbi (4k)

Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.

Themes: road trip; pov!remus; pining remus; self-esteem issues (remus); accidental confession; genderfluid sirius.

the private kind of purple

by greenscape (6k)

Post-grad summer. They are reaching for things they cannot name.

Or, it's four days out of Hogwarts and Sirius and Remus go wild camping in Scotland.

Themes: camping; light angst; soft and well-written af; friends to lovers.

*Beneath a Big Blue Sky

by eyra (68k)

Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

Themes: muggle!au; sheep farm; pov!sirius; this is a must-read for everyone.

*Light in August

by orestesfasting (21k)

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

Themes: THE summer wolfstar fic; summer at remus’; friends to lovers; pov!sirius; pining; sharing a bed; beautifully written it’s actually insane.

honey, i belong with you, only you.

by jeonism (4k)

remus was all honey brown hair and eyes that glittered golden in the sun, with a peachy flush across his freckles and legs that seemed to stretch for miles. sirius was screwed.

Themes: summer at remus’; pov!sirius; pining sirius; friends to lovers; lots of kissing; fluff.

*Our Blood, Still Young

by templeg (15k)

It's nearly the last day of fifth year, and Sirius really isn't looking forward to the summer.

Themes; friends to lovers; funny; pov!sirius; smut; awkwardness and fluff; it’s summer for most of it; a classic.

*Another Bright Day

by rilla (20k)

It's 1978 and the Marauders have just left school. James has fallen for Lily, Sirius is smarting about it, and Remus has complicated feelings of his own that he needs to work out during the last summer before they all have to find their way into the real world.

Themes: post-hogwarts; first war; holiday by the sea; pov!remus; pining remus; beautiful prose!!

Fearless Liabilities

by femme_de_lettres (200k)

Summer camp. Six weeks of planning activities, leading campers, and getting up to no good. It's no different than the last decade that Remus and his friends have spent in rural Wisconsin. Except Remus' heart keeps trying to tell him that he's in love with his best friend, Sirius can't believe he's fallen for the one person who he knows is unequivocally straight, James is starting to lose faith that Lily will ever actually consider going on a date with him, and Peter? Peter's just trying to keep his friends from getting in over their heads.

Themes: muggle!au; summer camp; long boy; American au; homophobia; panic attacks; fluff.

Heat

by LadyAmina (2k)

The summer air is too warm. The campfire isn't helping. Neither is Sirius's head in his lap. Neither is the burning blood in his veins. Remus is overwhelmed and something has to give.

Themes: camping; pov!remus; remus is jealous and very emotional about it poor baby; fluff.

blue, orange

by Avvu (5k)

It's the first summer after Hogwarts, and they have nothing else to talk about than Peter's dead father. / There are blue and orange postcards on the fridge door, and behind them, there are words Sirius knows by heart.

Themes: angst; first war era; canon compliant; the ending is sort of happy but also not that happy because you know what happens later yk.

Ocean Above & Sky Below

by grandilloquism (8k)

Sirius, adrift and floundering at the advanced age of 23, rents out a mansion by the sea— as you do— in an effort to recapture his happiness. It works surprisingly well.

Themes: post-Hogwarts; no war; pov!sirius; growing up; friends to lovers.

I'm Glad I'm Your Favourite

by aftgray (10k)

just a wolfstar get-together oneshot that takes place in the summer of 1976 (between the Marauders' fifth and sixth year)

Themes: post The Prank; disowned sirius; sharing a bed; fluff.

Motion Sickness

by oscarwildechilde (46k)

The Lupins are moving again, and Remus is determined to be miserable following his disastrous fifth year and the fallout of Sirius' prank. Not speaking to any of his friends, he's resigned to go at it alone. That is, of course, until he finds out that he's moved to the same town as Lily Evans.

Themes: post The Prank; centred on the lupin family; Lily-Remus friendship; disowned sirius; friends to lovers; fluff.

Reeled

by lunchbucket (5k)

Remus decides to finally spend a summer day with his childhood best friend, Sirius, after not seeing him for three years. But when old feelings quickly start to resurface, Remus is left feeling like no time has passed at all.

Themes: childhood friends reunited; pov!remus; pining remus; fluff.

(* = personal favourite)

I hope you’re all having a lovely summer so far🌸

xx Elliot

[motherfucker-unlimited]

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[uk-fossils]

Fossil Flint Echinoid Conulus sp. (Sea Urchin, Shepherd's Crown) – Cretaceous Chalk, Seaton Devon UK – Authentic British Fossil with Certificate

This listing is for a beautifully preserved Fossil Flint Echinoid from the genus Conulus, colloquially known as a Shepherd’s Crown due to its distinctive pentagonal, crown-like shape. This fossil dates back to the Cretaceous Period (~145–66 million years ago) and was unearthed from the famous Cretaceous Chalk beds of Seaton, Devon, UK.

Conulus is an extinct genus of echinoid (sea urchin), a class of marine animals related to starfish and sea cucumbers. Echinoids once thrived on the seabed of warm, shallow seas that covered much of Europe during the Cretaceous. Over time, the silica from seawater replaced the original calcite shell, preserving the fossil within a flint nodule, often giving it a smooth and shiny appearance with excellent detail.

These echinoids have a rounded, dome-like test (shell) with fine ambulacral grooves and characteristic five-point symmetry—a key identifying feature of echinoderms. The name "Shepherd’s Crown" comes from the fossil’s shape, which resembles traditional shepherd headwear.

This specimen is part of a genuine British fossil heritage, ideal for collectors, educators, and nature enthusiasts alike.

Your specimen was discovered by our own team members Alister and Alison on 24 March 2025, and has been carefully cleaned, prepped, and treated by Alison to ensure both its beauty and preservation.

Item Details:

Name: Fossil Flint Echinoid (Shepherd's Crown)

Genus: Conulus sp.

Type: Echinoid (Sea Urchin)

Age: Cretaceous Period

Location Found: Seaton, Devon, UK

Geological Formation: Cretaceous Chalk

Scale Reference: Scale cube = 1cm (please see photo for full sizing)

Certificate of Authenticity: Included

ACTUAL AS SEEN: The image shows the exact specimen you will receive. Every fossil in our collection is hand-selected and professionally photographed for full transparency.

Please Note:

Some fossils may be gently propped for photography.

Colour may vary slightly due to lighting and device displays.

Measurements are approximate due to natural fossil shapes.

Once this item is sold, the listing will be updated with a new, carefully selected specimen.

100% Genuine Fossil – Professionally Selected – Certificate of Authenticity Included

[amore0429]

William Russell Flint (British, 1880 - 1969)

The Patient Model

red chalk

29 × 20 cm

[acronym-chaos]

Albedo Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Albedo Inspired ID Pack].

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Names

[PT: Names].

Aurelin, Auron, Blanche, Caelum, Calx, Chalk, Clyne, Corvus, Daven, Elion, Eoslin, Evander, Faber, Flint, Halcyon, Icaris, Ingris, Kaelen, Kalyx, Kreet, Lirael, Lumen, Marven, Mithril, Naeris, Obrys, Oriel, Orin, Pavrin, Prentis, Quill, Relic, Sage, Selrin, Shale, Silvine, Solan, Solenn, Sylvan, Talyth, Tarlis, Tertius, Ulyne, Velrin, Veylin, Vitreous, Wrynn, Zareth, Zorath

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

A / Art / Ar, Cha / Chalk / Chalks, Co / Cor / Cores, Cra / Craf / Crafts, Cres / Crest / Crests, Dra / Draw / Draws, Go / Gol / Gold, I / In / Inks, Li / Ligh / Lights, Mold / Mold / Molds, Prim / Prime / Prims, Quill / Quills / Quills, Ref / Refin / Refine, Ru / Rune / Runes, Scie / Science / Sciences, Scul / Sculpt / Sculpts, Spa / Spar / Spark, Study / Studys / Studys, Te / Test / Tes

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Creator of Miracles, A Painter of the World’s Mysteries, A Thinker with Infinite Curiosity, The Chalk Born Artist, The Explorer of Truths, The One Who Seeks the Essence of Life, The Sculptor of Elements, The Visionary Scientist, [Pronoun] Who Draws with a Steady Hand, [Pronoun] Who Questions the Unknown, [Pronoun] Who Turns Chalk into Gold,

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Requested by @snowkhaenriahns!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[yenneferdivengerberg]

"The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. His arms were red to the elbow. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. The stallion’s blood looked black in the flickering orange glare of the torches that ringed the high chalk walls of the pit. Dany touched the soft swell of her belly. Sweat beaded her skin and trickled down her brow. She could feel the old women watching her, the ancient crones of Vaes Dothrak, with eyes that shone dark as polished flint in their wrinkled faces. She must not flinch or look afraid. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself as she took the stallion’s heart in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and plunged her teeth into the tough, stringy flesh. Warm blood filled her mouth and ran down over her chin. The taste threatened to gag her, but she made herself chew and swallow. The heart of a stallion would make her son strong and swift and fearless, or so the Dothraki believed, but only if the mother could eat it all. If she choked on the blood or retched up the flesh, the omens were less favorable; the child might be stillborn, or come forth weak, deformed, or female."

DAENERYS TARGARYEN in Game of Thrones 1.06: “A Golden Crown”

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Cubfan accidentally brought the sculk to this world.

He was never quite content as a fae. The pranks, the name and face stealing, the kidnapping...it was all fun and games, but he yearned for a greater purpose. One day, in a seemingly inconspicuous book (acquired through less than legal means), he discovered that there was another realm out there. This realm didn't have any magic. It had only one race: humans. He became enraptured by the idea of it. Who would've thought that such a place existed? Sure, it was theoretically possible, but to actually have tangible proof it existed...

On the outside, he remained a regular fae, attending to his regular fae schemes and antics. After nightfall, he would return to ruins buried deep underground and try to light a portal. All he needed to cross the interdimensional barrier was a flint and steel, chalk, and the correct ritual artifacts.

He did ultimately manage to travel to this realm, but found that it wasn't for him. What he only found out later was that something malevolent, hidden in the cracks between dimensions, followed him back home.

He has a deal with Scar and False: if they pretend not to notice the dark blue flecks spreading over his skin, he will continue to stay business partners with them.

Even so, they can't help but feel like they're not talking to Cub anymore...they're beginning to fear their once beloved companion. Scar begins to avoid caves and little dark nooks and crannies. False begins to sleep with the lights on.

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