#fossil prep

[fossilprep]

Hadrosaur fibula with a Tyrannosaur tooth embedded! The tooth is in the spongy bone on the proximal end of the bone, plus there are subtle bite marks along the shaft, which could point to scavenging behavior from a Tyrannosaur. This fibula is part of a skeleton we're currently excavating at Jack's Bonebed in Havre, Montana, and was found laying on top of the tibia.

[teatimejess]

Some other misc things I do! Fossil prep work, never gets old.

Something special about helping give a critter back part of its story, or being the first one to free it from the earth after an unfathomable amount of time.

[uk-fossils]

1kg British Fossil Mix - 21 x Jurassic Fossils from Dorset & Somerset UK - Genuine Specimens with Certificate

This listing offers a 1kg British Fossil Mix, featuring a rich assortment of genuine Jurassic fossils from the iconic fossil-rich counties of Dorset and Somerset, United Kingdom. These specimens come from historically significant Jurassic marine beds and provide a wonderful opportunity to explore the prehistoric seas that once covered southern England.

Your fossil mix has been hand-collected on 29 March 2025 by our experienced team members Alister and Alison, and professionally cleaned, prepped, and treated by Alison to ensure each piece is in excellent condition. The exact fossil mix you see in the photo is what you will receive, with a 1cm scale cube shown to provide accurate size reference.

Contents May Include (but are not limited to):

Ammonites (e.g., Promicroceras, Androgynoceras)

Belemnites

Bivalves (e.g., Gryphaea)

Gastropods

Echinoid fragments

Crinoid stem segments

Fossilised shells and marine fragments

Geological Context:

Regions: Dorset & Somerset, UK

Period: Jurassic

Age: ~200 to 160 million years ago (various stages)

These fossils represent a range of ancient marine life forms that lived during the Jurassic Period, when much of Britain was submerged beneath a warm, shallow sea. The mix offers both aesthetic appeal and educational value, ideal for collectors, hobbyists, and teachers.

Product Features:

Weight: Approx. 1kg total

Authenticity: 100% Genuine Fossils

Provenance: Hand-collected in the UK by our team

Includes: Certificate of Authenticity

Condition: Expertly cleaned and ready for study or display

Please refer to the listing photographs for the exact specimen selection. This is a one-of-a-kind fossil mix with each piece carefully chosen.

Bring home a fascinating slice of British Jurassic heritage today!

[tornadoquest]

Tornado Quest Top Science Links For June 22 - 29, 2024 #science #weather #climate #tornado #hurricane #drought #heatsafety

Greetings everybody! Thanks so much for stopping by. The severe weather pattern has continued to show typical patterns this month with the majority of activity in the central and northern plains states and southern Canada. Of course, the Atlantic hurricane season is here as well. We’ll continue our overview of severe weather and tornado safety, hurricane preparedness, and summer heat safety. I’ve…

[harmonious]

I wish applying for jobs in my field wasn’t literally a lottery. Gonna start casting spells on the other hundred+ candidates.

[winterst4n]

Sit still!

Pairing: Nurse!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Very, very light swearing. Just pure fluff!!

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: After stupidly jumping out of a craft on a mission, ending up with many broken ribs. Bucky is placed under your care unwillingly and he makes the week hell for you. But when the week ends he starts to regret everything.

A/N: This is pretty short and maybe i’ll come back to it another time and try something new but so far i like how this turned out. If you like this, i’d really appreciate it if you could share or leave comment!

“Will you just sit still?!” You grumble at Bucky for what feels like the millionth time today.

“Well stop poking me and maybe I will.” He practically hissed at you. You swear that when Fury assigned you to take care of him he was plotting your early death– or at least Bucky's death.

“If you sit still I'll give you a cookie…” you try to bribe, but of course this just earned you a very hard and angry glare from Bucky.

Due to Bucky’s recklessness on a recent mission, he is now under your care until he can breathe without whining and groaning about his ribs, which he broke several of. He thought the easiest and quickest way to land by a mission base was to jump out of the craft without a parachute– stupid!

You were the nice nurse. The nurse everyone on the team liked to be cared for the most when they had an injury, except a certain fossil. He was grumpy and rude to you for no reason, always making an effort to ruin your day with some stupid comment every time he saw you. But this week had been hell!

So here he was pouting and glaring at you in the plush armchair in your office that practically cowers under his large frame. “I need to check the progress of your ribs and I can't do that without touching you. So please…just sit still.” You sigh, your patience being stretched very, very thin.

Bucky notices your stress and annoyance with him and he does feel some sort of pity but he can’t shake this unfamiliar feeling you give him everytime he feels your hands on his body or your gaze on him. “...Fine.” He mumbles grudgingly.

You move your hands back into place against his chest, gently feeling where the broken ribs are located. Due to the serum, he had enhanced healing abilities but it never failed to amaze you how fast they fixed up his and Steve’s body.

“They’re healing just fine.” you say as you pull your hands away and move to sit by your desk. “I still don’t recommend doing any strenuous activities just yet but, you’ll live.”

Bucky just rolls his eyes like usual and keeps his unwavering scowl on his face– it annoys you and somehow hurts you to see just how unwilling he is to accept any help. That was the way HYDRA treated him though, you knew that. Hell, everyone knew that.

“James…” you start softly with a quiet sigh. “It’s just me and you in here…i need to know if you’re in pain so i can fix it.”

Silence– as expected.

He sighs and looks down at his boots, his feet shuffling slightly as he thinks about your words. Soft brown locks fall over his eyes and shields you from looking into his broken and guilty eyes. “I’m fine” a hoarse voice says so quietly.

Hesitating for a moment, you look over his body language and think about his tone. “Okay…” you respond simply, knowing not to push him.

Within the silence, Bucky stands up and storms out of your office– he almost let it all out. How did you have this effect on him? You were so easy and sweet, the complete opposite of him, he couldn’t let you in and see what HYDRA did to him. You weren’t allowed to see how everytime you checked his vitals, he felt like he was back in HYDRA’s claws, back to being prepped to be shocked again. No, he had to keep you away from that.

The week passes and ends, you were no longer assigned to take care of Bucky anymore and he’s back to missions and training– avoiding you. Part of you is happy that he’s not around you everyday by force, no longer having to endure his glares and rudeness but another part of you felt shitty.

That week felt like showing Bucky for the first time that it was okay to be cared for, to be looked after with no ulterior motive except for the benefit of his health. You wish he had that reminder everyday instead of throwing himself into missions, being reckless with himself because he didn’t think his body was worth protecting. This feeling was stronger than the happiness over his departure from your care– a lot stronger.

It seems you weren’t the only one thinking about that week. After some reflecting and thinking (a.k.a, talking to Steve), he realised why he felt so strongly when you touched him and why he wanted to open up to you. Yes, he was angry at the reason why at first. Angry at himself for being so foolish and falling for the team nurse, “She’s supposed to be caring!” he repeated like a mantra. Angry at himself for feeling like it was okay to let you in, to want you to care about him, to know why he struggled.

But Steve explained to him that you weren’t as weak or as fragile as he kept insisting you were– scolding him slightly for the way he dismissed you. Bucky realised that he should probably explain some things to you– or at least apologise, you were only doing your job and he took it out on you.

That night he wrote a letter to you, the words were genuine and words he knew he would mess up if he tried to say them to his face–

“Hey, I'm sorry. I know that’s pretty generic but it’s the truth. I’m still figuring this shit out so don’t take it too personally, it’s just really hard for me. I know you were only doing your job and I'm so sorry that I made it difficult. I wish I could take it back and just be open with you. I know you would’ve treated me the way i needed if i asked, you’re sweet like that. You’re good at your job and I'm pretty sure my ribs feel even better than they did before I jumped out of that plane. Anyways, i hope you’re free tomorrow night so maybe we can grab a drink, I’ll even buy you one of those fruity cocktails if you’re into that,

James Buchanan Barnes.”

Sealing the letter, and addressing it to you on the front, he walked through the compound and eventually found your office and slid the note under the door for you to find in the morning.

But on this night in particular, you decided to stay late to finish some work, maybe by luck or fate the note arrives while you’re already there. You read through the letter and smiled softly, touched that Bucky would let you in like this, you knew it was rare considering he really only spoke to Sam and Steve.

Pocketing the note, you quickly walk down the hall to head to Bucky’s room to give him an answer. Your feet carry you as quickly as they can without running, trying to catch up to Bucky as soon as possible.

You arrive at his door and knock three times in a very desperate motion before the door swings open. There he is. In his sleepy and shocked state. He’s surprised to see you here so soon but he’s slightly anxious for your response– he’s practically anticipating for you to throw the letter back at him and insult him.

To his surprise, you don’t. “I don’t need a fruity cocktail, I'd prefer a coffee…tomorrow morning, in my office?” you say softly as you bite your lip back gently in anticipation.

Bucky’s eyes seem locked in place on your face, his lips parted from surprise until they slowly break into the tiniest smile that lights up his face in your eyes, a smile that gives you a glimpse into the charming soldier before HYDRA.

“Coffee it is then, Doll” he says in a low tone before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, wanting to fully see your face in all its beauty. Wanting to see the face of the person he was about to let into his life and hopefully never let go of.

[ejbcya]

pics 📷

Thank to @rhubarbspring for tagging me and share four photos from my phone that aren't selfies (^o^)/

Tagging

@gimptual @talasem @buttercuparry @guldaastan @dirhwangdaseul

[the-most-humble-blog]

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<script>ARCHIVE_TAG="BIOLOGICAL_HORROR_002:TIME_MACHINE_DENIAL_PROTOCOL"

EFFECT: spine freeze, academic panic, traveler hesitation

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🧬 **YOU SURE YOU WANT TO GET IN THAT TIME MACHINE, BRO?**

---

This isn’t sci-fi.

This isn’t a joke.

This is a warning.

You’ve seen the memes.

“Let’s go back and see the dinosaurs.”

“Let’s ride a pterosaur like a winged horse.”

“Let’s watch the Big Bang with popcorn.”

You ever notice how none of them end with:

**“And I made it back.”**

Here’s the truth — whispered in labs, buried under NDAs, and white-papered out of the peer-reviewed journals:

> **You are not ready for what Earth used to be.**

> And you’re especially not ready for what we have *no record of at all.*

---

## I. 99.9% OF LIFE FORMS LEFT **NO FOSSIL RECORD**

Let’s start there.

All those skeletons in museums?

That’s the minority.

That’s the “photogenic dead.”

> Over 99.9% of Earth’s lifeforms —

> including animals, fungi, viruses, and microbial horrors —

**left no trace**.

Soft-bodied, acid-blooded, radiation-fed, gravity-dense entities

that slithered, pulsed, hissed, and screamed their way across the planet

**without a single bone to bury.**

---

## II. OUR FOSSIL RECORD IS AN OBFUSCATED LIE OF ABSENCE

We think we know what lived.

We don’t.

We know what got **preserved.**

That’s not the same.

It's like looking at a battlefield

and only finding the metal buttons.

You don’t see the blood.

You don’t see the screams.

You see **what survived death long enough to be studied**.

And the scariest shit?

**Didn’t die properly.**

It was **erased.**

Or **refused to leave a corpse.**

---

## III. REAL SCIENTISTS WHISPER ABOUT CENOBITE-LEVEL ORGANISMS

They won’t say it on camera.

They won’t publish the full story.

But behind closed doors, in lab corners, in the margins of decoded epigenomes?

They whisper about things that:

- **Defy carbon-based life rules**

- **Existed with non-symmetrical limbs**

- **Functioned on inverted predator logic** (they *bred* by entering their prey and absorbing its lineage)

- **Left molecular scars** in the surrounding geology but no trace of DNA

- **Mimic organ structures to lure prey — including early human analogs**

One paleobiologist called them:

> “The biological equivalents of a Sumerian curse, frozen mid-scream.”

---

## IV. EVOLUTION IS NOT LINEAR.

IT IS **REPEATED EXORCISM.**

You think we evolved forward?

No.

We survived waves of **planet-wide horror experiments.**

> Mass extinction isn’t just random chaos.

> It’s **planetary reboot.**

A great flood wasn’t just water.

It was **pressure-washing nightmares off the crust**.

You know what we’re told?

> “That period had low fossil diversity.”

You know what that means?

> “Nothing left corpses because it was too f*cked up to die properly.”

---

## V. ORGANISMS EXISTED THAT **BYPASSED DEATH**

Literally.

Some didn’t rot.

Some didn’t fossilize.

They **collapsed into thermal shadows** or **vaporized upon environmental failure.**

> Think that’s fiction?

We’ve found heat shadows in billion-year-old strata.

We’ve found pressure-deformed mineral blooms

with no origin.

We’ve found **parasite signatures inside fossilized feces… with no host record.**

They weren’t “primitive.”

They were **too advanced to trace.**

And they **hunted by sensing consciousness.**

You want to travel back?

Hope your mind is quiet enough to not get **detected**.

---

## VI. TIME TRAVEL IS NOT A WINDOW.

IT’S A **DOOR INTO A DARK ROOM.**

You think you’re going back to ride a mammoth?

To hug a dodo?

To camp under Cretaceous stars?

No.

You are **entering a biosphere optimized for brutal dominance**.

No antibiotics.

No immune system compatibility.

No environmental prep.

And no record to warn you

about the **transparent predators**

that were **almost—but not quite—sentient.**

---

## VII. BIOLOGICAL STRUCTURES EXISTED THAT DON’T OBEY GEOMETRY

We’ve uncovered embryonic imprints

of multi-cellular organisms

**folded in recursive 5D geometry.**

They existed.

They functioned.

And they were shaped like **impossible knots**

that digested prey by **trapping them in localized spatial loops.**

Yes.

They fed by turning your body into an eternal folding pocket.

You’d never die.

Just loop forever.

Ask yourself:

> “What do you do when the thing that eats you doesn’t even have a mouth?”

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## VIII. EPIGENETIC MEMORY CONTAINS **TRAUMA WE NEVER LIVED**

This is where it gets cosmic.

We’re finding emotional phobias in human subjects

**not traceable to their lived experience.**

These fears correspond to:

- **Slick, undulating motion**

- **Red-mottled texture signatures**

- **Low-frequency howling patterns**

These match theoretical reconstructions of creatures

we **only know about through energy imprint signatures.**

Your ancestors didn’t escape them.

**They carried the scream forward**.

And it’s still buried in your gut.

You *feel* what the fossil record refused to tell you.

---

## IX. THE PLANET DIDN’T JUST KILL THESE THINGS.

**IT BURIED THEM ON PURPOSE.**

The Cambrian explosion wasn’t an explosion of life.

It was a **clearing.**

A **mass incineration of what came before.**

You think Earth is nurturing?

No.

Earth is a trauma survivor

who has done **everything in her power to forget what she once hosted**.

There are strata **we don’t drill into**.

Geological zones where entire dig teams go quiet.

Not out of superstition.

But because **they found something**

and **chose to never report it.**

---

## X. YOU STILL WANT THAT TIME MACHINE?

Ask yourself again.

You sure?

Because this isn’t "Jurassic Park."

This isn’t "Stargate."

This isn’t "let’s go say hi to early man."

It’s **a biological crime scene**,

**a psychosexual furnace**,

**a pre-human gallery of godless anatomy**.

You step back far enough?

You’re not exploring time.

> You’re **entering a part of Earth that tried to die with its horrors intact.**

And when you get there?

They’ll see you.

They’ll know you’re soft.

And they’ll ask:

> “Why did you come alone?”

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[blueiscoool]

ADULT AND JUVENILE ALLOSAURUS WYOMING, USA From the Meilyn Quarry, Medicine Bow, Carbon County, Wyoming, the Late Jurassic (circa 157-145 million years ago). The specimens of Allosaurus sp. preserved with fossil bones of a black colour: the adult consisting of approximately 143 fossil bone elements, the juvenile 135 fossil bones elements; both with additional cast, sculpted and 3D printed material, mounted on custom frames.

Adult: Found and excavated in 1994-1995. Juvenile: Found and excavated in 2002. Both quarry and specimen acquired by current owner 2008. Additional excavation campaigns 2017-2018. Final prep work and mounting in Germany, 2022.

Sold at auction for over $10Million Dollars.

[fossilprep]

NEW RAPTOR HAND! This is the partial hand of a raptor dinosaur that we collected from our super-site "Jack's bonebed" in 2024. It does not look quite right to be from the troodontid raptor that we have been collecting from this site, so we think it is from another skeleton that we have only just identified coming out of the same bed - a parrot-mimic oviraptorid (technically a Caenagnathid). We have a few tentative pieces of this skeleton so far, but it's looking really promising!

What's especially cool about this specimen is that it contains the "semi-lunate carpal" (meaning: half-moon wrist bone, outlined in red). This strange little bone was really important in the "birds are dinosaurs" debate: when the raptor bends its wrist, the twisted shape of the semi-lunate carpal means the arm folds like the wing of a bird. Super cool!

I purposely left a bit of matrix between the bones for stability. The bone is fairly crunchy and cracked so there was a little Apoxie gap filling plus the tiny cracks in the bones had to be meticulously cleaned grain by grain. All work done under a compound lens microscope between 12-50x magnification.

From US Public Lands administered by the Bureau of Land Management - Montana/Dakotas

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

Soul vc: “Now now, don’t get too sour, Candy Apple~ Have I not informed you? My specialty is fossils. Preparing them to be exact~”

@brokendreamscreation

//It’s a fossil cause he’s old af /JKJK X’D

Present day Lu shaking his cane at you. Rueing you!

"Soul? Soul who? She's dead to me!"

[teatimejess]

Ammonite made whole ☺️

….well as much as it can be

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

I think I spent too long in the warehouse today. I swear that I can still smell buzz saws struggling to cut through rock.

In case anyone is curious, it smells like burning. But not like a bonfire or wood, closer to burning plastic but not quite. Sparking metal has it's own particular scent.

Anyway it's been 6 hours and I've already showered the dust off of me so idk why I'm still catching whiffs of it. I might be going insane.

[uk-fossils]

1kg British Fossil Mix - 18 x Jurassic Fossils from Dorset & Somerset UK - Genuine Specimens with Certificate

This listing offers a 1kg British Fossil Mix, featuring a rich assortment of genuine Jurassic fossils from the iconic fossil-rich counties of Dorset and Somerset, United Kingdom. These specimens come from historically significant Jurassic marine beds and provide a wonderful opportunity to explore the prehistoric seas that once covered southern England.

Your fossil mix has been hand-collected on 29 March 2025 by our experienced team members Alister and Alison, and professionally cleaned, prepped, and treated by Alison to ensure each piece is in excellent condition. The exact fossil mix you see in the photo is what you will receive, with a 1cm scale cube shown to provide accurate size reference.

Contents May Include (but are not limited to):

Ammonites (e.g., Promicroceras, Androgynoceras)

Belemnites

Bivalves (e.g., Gryphaea)

Gastropods

Echinoid fragments

Crinoid stem segments

Fossilised shells and marine fragments

Geological Context:

Regions: Dorset & Somerset, UK

Period: Jurassic

Age: ~200 to 160 million years ago (various stages)

These fossils represent a range of ancient marine life forms that lived during the Jurassic Period, when much of Britain was submerged beneath a warm, shallow sea. The mix offers both aesthetic appeal and educational value, ideal for collectors, hobbyists, and teachers.

Product Features:

Weight: Approx. 1kg total

Authenticity: 100% Genuine Fossils

Provenance: Hand-collected in the UK by our team

Includes: Certificate of Authenticity

Condition: Expertly cleaned and ready for study or display

Please refer to the listing photographs for the exact specimen selection. This is a one-of-a-kind fossil mix with each piece carefully chosen.

Bring home a fascinating slice of British Jurassic heritage today!

[cupcakewebkinz]

Strawberry man gets abused... Jk he's fine.

🍓 Shanon invites over her friend Sam while the Modern Toons are over, and they all get a surprise visit from someone else along with them! 🍓

* disclaimer - Sprout is from the Caretaker Shanon au

♡ Modern au by @soupiestzilla / @soupiestfics ꙳ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ♡

(Forgive me for adding him into our crossover shenanigans before I finish his side story, it's a long ass draft and I'm too sick to edit it rn)

────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────

Shanon smiled as she walked out of her room, carefully stepping over the passed out blanket burrito fossil on the floor as she crossed the living room, ignoring the chaos as the two Vees argued over who's turn it was to hog the sunshine spot on the floor. She instead just went to the kitchen to prep dinner, being excited because she finally decided to invite Sam over. She just waved at the actually awake fossil when she walked in - the Modern Shelly - as she started dinner prep.

"Needing a break from the two arguing again?" Shanon asked softly, getting a nod from the other as she sat down on the stool beside Shanon's newest home addition - a small, potted fern. She just silently went through her photos on her camera as Shanon just worked on making a large enough meal for everyone, the two just enjoying the peace of each other's company while it lasted. Which wasn't very long, as Toon Vee soon limped in, looking as pathetic as ever as she faked being desperately sad for attention.

"Moooooooooom-"

"She's allowed to have the sunshine too, Vee." Shanon stated calmly, not even giving her a glance. The toon huffed, then walked away, as if she wasn't just limping for attention. Shanon raised her brows at that, shaking her head and sighing. She'd do anything for attention sometimes... She couldn't blame her though, not after everything they've been through. Once the food was started, Shanon walked over and checked on her fern, glancing at the other Shelly while she was at it.

"They're happy, I would leave them be." Modern Shelly softly spoke up, getting a nod from Shanon as she instead sat on a nearby stool.

"Thank you, Shelly. Get any good photos today?" Shanon asked, getting a shrug from the fossil. She's still looking, so Shanon just nodded, yawning as she stretched before she checked her phone. Sam should be there soon, so she got up with a heavy sigh.

"I'll be back." She stated, then she walked off, stepped over the still completely passed out fossil burrito on the floor, then went to the door, opening it just in time to see her best friend and former co-worker, as well as a surprise guest- the toon they handled. He was almost exactly how she remembered him, wearing a simple white sweater and red pants now, but his hair was... Really long. She just waved to them though, stepping in so they could come in.

"Hey Sam, hey Sprout!" Shanon welcomed them cheerfully, and the two waved, though before anyone could say anything, the two Vees came over, curious. Until they noticed how overgrown Sprout's hair was... The Modern Vee backed away slowly, while the Toon Vee just stared, a mix of shock, horror and confusion on her face.

"You're... Alive..? But I thought-"

"I was just knocked out, I'm alright! It's awesome seeing you alive and well, no more rabies kids biting your legs!" Sprout replied cheerfully, getting a fit of laughter from the toon. However, Modern Vee just kept staring, and soon her Shelly came over, now holding a pair of hedge trimmers.

"Sprout, if you need help trimming your hair, just ask, I'll get it." Modern Shelly softly said, though he shook his head at the offer and nervously laughed a little. He then fixed his ponytail a little, though before he could even reply to this new Shelly he just met, Modern Vee burst out laughing as she had just realized that it was in a ponytail like that. Sprout blinked, then squinted.

"I WAS LEFT IN AN ABANDONED BUILDING FOR TEN YEARS, GIVE ME A BREAK!" He snapped, then sighed, taking a deep breath until... He felt something smack his hair. He squinted even more, being so done with everything, but he just took a deep breath before moving his leaves over his shoulder so the toon smacking them around would stop.

"Can we just move on from my hair? Seriously?" He asked, getting pretty annoyed by the fact that everyone was so obsessed with the fact his leaves were so overgrown now. He brushed his very overgrown bangs out of his face as well, though the modern Vee just kept laughing her ass off at the fact he had a ponytail, the modern Shelly kept asking if she could help, and the toon he grew up with just kept wanting to play with it. It was so overwhelming, Sprout wished he could vanish, though before he could say anything, the toon that was asleep the whole time toddled right over and stood between them all and Sprout, then cleared her throat.

"If you all do not shut up about how he looks now, I'll make sure you all shut up permanently." Toon Shelly sternly said, using her mom voice to shut them all up. It somehow worked, even though Modern Shelly still held the trimmers in her hands patiently, desperate to help him with his hair. Sprout sighed in relief, rubbing his head a little as he closed his eyes.

"Thank you... Could you trim my bangs though, Shelly?" He asked softly, getting a grin and nod from the now excited modern Shelly.

"Are you sure it's just the bangs?"

"Absolutely certain... For right now... I just want to be able to see." Sprout calmly replied, and soon he was in the kitchen with the fossil, letting her cut his leaf hair since she seemed to know what she was doing, unlike him. The two Vees soon were back to fighting over the sunshine, and Toon Shelly just went back to the couch for a nap. The two handlers were stunned, having witnessed literally all of the chaos.

"You know, I was debating if I should take him to a barber or a gardener to help with that, he can't see with his hair down at all. How in the world did you get two Vees and two Shellys anyways?" Sam asked, getting a shrug from Shanon as she started walking off to the kitchen, Sam following not too far behind her. A glitter bomb went off near the window, but the two didn't flinch, Shanon was used to it by now while Sam didn't even realize it happened.

"Dunno, they just kinda woke up here one day, they're fun though I don't really care." Shanon stated honestly, getting a nod from Sam as they walked into the kitchen. Modern Shelly was gently styling Sprout's bangs, and the strawberry seemed really content.

"Thank you again, really, I appreciate the help with my hair. I never got the hang of it..." He admitted, getting a giggle from the Shelly as she backed away a little bit, admiring her own work.

"I'm just concerned about that pony-"

"Say anything about it and I'm not giving you any cupcakes." He warned, so she shut up immediately. Sprout sighed, then sat up a bit in his chair. Another glitter bomb went off, and Toon Vee soon ran in, just to do a few laps around the dining room before running off again. The two blinked, then looked at each other.

"What all did I miss, exactly?" Sprout asked, getting a shrug from the Shelly standing beside him.

"I'm just... Going to assume we don't ask... About that." He awkwardly said, looking over at Shanon as she pulled out her famous mac and cheese from the oven. He then looked at Modern Shelly, who looked like she could cry, then back at Shanon. He was questioning his entire existence, questioning why he even tried to escape in the first place, but he soon couldn't help but smile.

"I honestly kinda missed the chaos... I should visit more often." He stated to nobody in particular, getting a chuckle out of his former handler as they helped Shanon get everything ready for dinner.

While nothing went as planned... And Shanon's living room was a rainbow glittery disaster again... Everyone ended up having a great dinner, so at least they had that win, I suppose.

Modern Vee never stopped laughing at the manly ponytail however, and Sprout never got over that. That's not important though.

[outerwildsgeology]

Meet the Founders: Mohs

Outer Wilds Geological Survey Founder: Mohs, drawn by @dekkiidan Howdy! Thanks so much for stopping by the Outer Wilds Geological Survey database, it's always great to know there are folks out there interested in the amazing stories and secrets that our local, and not so local, geology can tell us!

Anyways, I'm Mohs - nice to meet you! I'm one of the founders of the survey alongside my good pal and esteemed colleague and pilot, Lari. Ah, yeah, most folks already know, I'm not a fan of flying . . . but that's why Lari is our pilot and not me. Besides, how can I solve the mysteries of the Quantum Shards with only the samples we have on Timber Hearth when there are more outcrops out there waiting to be analysed? Conclusion:- I can't! Unfortunately. And, you know, Lari hasn't crashed us! No yet, anyway.

Geology wise, my main areas of expertise lie in what most folks would call laboratory and technician work, so things like sample and specimen prep, sorting out thin sections for microscopy, and sawing large samples to get a nice clean surface for proper observational analysis. This is why you're more likely to find me in the museum prep. room than out in the field. Don't get me wrong, I love field work too, especially when Lari and I are wrangling a particularly tricky outcrop, or if there are fossils involved; but somebody has to ensure the survey sample and field note collections are properly organised, analysed and documented. And, I'm not sure if you've ever seen Lari or Hornfels' own collections, whether that be geological, astronomical or research based, but - well let's just say, I don't think they're the right hearthians for keeping things organised. Sorry Lari! Sorry Hornfels!

I'm also currently working on a research paper and presentation regarding Quantum Geology that has recently come along in leaps and bounds thanks to Hal and the hatchling's translation tool titled -

"Quantum Geology: A morphological mystery, or lost in translation?"

Because, you know, based on some of the latest translations, I really don't think the Nomai fully understood the complex nature of these curious shards, and I would love to crack the mystery of their formation and origins!

Ah, apologies, I got a little carried away there, heh! Well, if you ever have any questions, don't hesitate to get in touch with either of us, we'll do our best to shed some light on the mysteries and puzzles of the amazing geological history of our solar system! And if you have any questions about Quantum Geology, or even want to share theories, I'm all ears!

Thanks again for stopping by!