#fossilised

[briery]

Epigenised (Opal-CT, Lussatite) Helix Ramondi snail fossil, from Dallet, Puy-De-Dôme, France.

[factsbybriggs]

The largest piece of fossilised dinosaur 💩❓

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[olivewinterleaf]

Fossilised salad discovered at a motorway service station.

[slyzia]

Chillin’ on the swing

These two are the very two that got me into Pokémon in the first place, so I’m honouring them by drawing this. THANK YOU SUN AND HAU! I love them so so much. I dearly hold onto them.

Anyways lovelies I’ll see you next time, I’m planning to start posting for frequently soon so stay tuned! Stay warm out there, don’t end up bed ridden like me.

[wandering-jana]

Petrified wood.

Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona

Nov. 2020

[thelaithlyworm]

so you've heard Legend of Zang Hai was some kind of Daomu Biji thing...

and maybe have some questions.

during its original pitch, legend of zang hai was intended to be part of the dmbj-verse (a story about wang zanghai, one of the movers and shakers of the backstory). at some point it was split off into a stand-alone and they changed some of the names -- wang zanghai becomes zang hai, changbai mountain becomes… something i don't remember. there were possibly major plot points changed as well, but nobody will know without the production crew sharing.

even with the differences, it still has A Lot of dmbj-lore in it:

-- a backstory for (wang) zanghai that is plausible with what we know of the dmbj version -- the ghost seal/gui seal/qilin-trampling-ghosts seal which can command an undead army and probably other stuff. -- the dongxia tribe (though in dmbj-verse they weren't a political entity in wang zanghai's time, but living in the shadows). -- the sacred mountain with the army of ghost soldiers at the bottom (and presumably it also has the bronze gate leading Somewhere Scary(TM) though they haven't explicitly mentioned that part yet). -- a trio of bronze fish (though in dmbj-verse they look different and wang zanghai made them. perhaps he was inspired by these ones). -- iron mask scholar, who is one of the other movers and shakers of the backstory. most stories put him as active in the warring states era, over a millenia before wang zanghai's time, so it's hella interesting how he's slipping through this story. note that poem he recited about mayflies at the start of ep 2. -- the queen mother of the west, who is probably the 'lady of kunlun' who one of the dongxia tribe said gave them the seal. this is also hella interesting and new information.

(as of ep 30, what hasn't been shown is the zhang family, an illuminati cult manipulating the rise and fall of dynasties, which wang zanghai swore to destroy with his own hidden cult, or IT, an obsessive alliance between rulers and graverobbers to dig in tombs for the secrets of immortality. but they might turn up. there are ten whole eps to go.)

all in all, i'm enjoying it very much as it's own thing, but it's hella fun as a dmbj-adjacent story too.

[viric-dreams]

Charlotte Pryce told no one the day she was leaving for London. That's not to say that no one knew of her intentions. It was the source of enough strife between her and her mother. Why would she ever leave Cardiff? Who would possibly care for her, a widow of three? Does she expect to remarry down there? It's foolish of her to leave everything behind for no good reason. And if she leaves, insists on her willfulness, she would be leaving it all behind.

She left enough in the end--anything from her husband's estate that couldn't be liquidated, the furniture, countless keepsakes, a carefully burnt letter, her mourning garb. Her best wishes to her parents and her siblings, that maybe one day they would understand. She left it all and boarded that ship with three kids and two trunks to her name. Whether her mother wouldn't or couldn't understand was no longer her concern--she knew what London had to offer her, had to offer all of them: Freedom. A chance to be more than someone's wife, someone's daughter. A chance for her children to have that same freedom one day. That they wouldn't be tangled in their family's web of influence--swayed by the money they used as a bridle. For it was never so direct. The influence it bought in her life was a subtle one--guiding her behaviour. One that she's made peace to do without.

Everything has its price, however, and one only gets so far by one's own means. She'd connected herself with an organisation--one that takes newcomers under their wing and seeks to give them a place to stay. Charlotte may have principles, but not pride. But what she hadn't accounted for was the man waiting for her on the other side of the desk.

Robin. Not the one from her memories--his hair is streaked with grey. There's a sharpness etched into his features entirely absent from their youth. His eyes glisten in the lamplight, threatening to spill over into a mirrored emotion clawing at her chest. Of course he'd be involved in a scheme like this. Her brother was never able to keep his hands out of the social sphere--the very thing that set him forward on the path by which fate had doomed him. He looks at her as if she's going to vanish the moment he blinks, revealing the name she'd written on that form a cruel trick of the mind.

His name is half way out of her mouth before he embraces her, a string of hurried words falling from his lips and--yes. It really is him, and how she missed him. Yet even as they separate--as he turns to meet her kids in person for the first time, no longer names in a letter, tells them how surprised he is, how glad he is to see them in London--that warmth turns sour. She knew he was in London. She knew it was possible that they'd run into each other. But now? The promises fall like stones down an empty well, echoing darkly as they crash against the ground. That she shouldn't worry--he has the perfect place set up for them--that his own home is large enough to accommodate. And they can live together, just like summer holidays. Wouldn't that be grand? Something invisible tightens its claws around her chest. Did she not come here to shake free from her family's grasp, and the inevitable terms and conditions that come from their generosity?

But Robin's different. He hardly counts as family--not after what they'd done to him, how they'd pushed him out and all but banned his name. But he's family in the way that matters, the way he tells her--people who stick together, no matter what. And after she'd stuck with him--been the only one to write after all of these years--it's the least he can do. Maybe it would be different. She missed him, after all. It's certainly what's best for the children--a stable home, another family member around to care for them, the extra money able to be invested in their needs.

She takes her trunks and follows him to their new home.

[rebornofstars]

Hello? Taps mic. The hero of Time is a fossil because his story is so old and long dead that the shape of his corpse has been filled in with sediment and calcified it and the now people can only guess what manner of creature he used to be by the shape of his bones.  I can't put the words into the story but I read a book about how in ancient Greece farmers would find mammoth bones and call them bones of giants. the bones discovered in a place with many thunderstorms were called giants, who fell in battle against Zeus. people knew and questioned the stories but they still called them gods. was that boy a hero? did he really abandon their world? hello bee? i feel like you'd appreciate this crumb without the story. i don't know what to do with it but its fun to toss around in my head. he's old. he's time. he is bones in the shape of a huddled child, but his form is so strange to us we called him a warrior, a beast, a giant, anything but a small thing huddled in the ground long ago. I'm not like babying Time the grown man, I'm thinking the story of him. Wind’s idea of The Hero of Time and the Guy that we call Time are not the same person, ok? Taps mic. Like is this thing on? Can you hear me?

oh my god. im starting a new word document

[gaymingvideos]

you guys gave me sm shit for calling dan enby years ago and now here y'all are reblogging those old posts agreeing with them now

[neovenatorgirlteeth]

FEBUZOIC DAY 4

Queensland, Australia - Ypresian stage, 55Ma before present

300,000 years ago, the planet experienced a short, geologically speaking, spike in temperatures that caused somewhere between 5-8C of warming. This spike marked the transition from the Palaeocene epoch to the Eocene, and although the event is over, the already hot world of the Cenozoic is slowly getting hotter. Dawn breaks on a greenhouse planet.

As the light touches the shores of lake Murgon, the last of the bats retreat into the shadows, and the crocodiles, giant snakes and odd wading birds that line the shore are revealed. The plethora of water-loving insects begins to hum in the suns rays, but their noise in punctured by a new sound; birdsong. A small, relatively unassuming looking bird hops along the rocks of the shoreline, stopping occasionally to produce short bursts of complex vocalisation. He is a one of the first passerines, a group that in the modern day contains around half of all bird species, from crows to blackbirds to the New Zealand rock wren.

Birds, the only dinosaurs to have survived the extinction event 11 million years ago, have exploded in diversity and are now fulfilling a huge number of roles in the ecosystem. There are now a huge amount of birds calling to eachother in the dawn, and the songs of this little bird pick it out from the crowd of not just other bird species, but other birds of the same species. As time passes, the evolutionary process will select for more and more intricate songs until they arrive in the Holocene in their beautiful modern form.

[briery]

Opal in petrified wood, Natural History Museum of Los Angeles, Gem and Mineral Hall Collection. By Stan Celestian on Flickr. (Hi-Res)

[omtai]

i wish it was possible to say leave me alone without people getting offended & killing you over it -_- i need to go stand lonesomely on a seablasted cliff like some byronic motherfucker or i will die right fucking now & ur trying to talk to me. Okay. Okay

[olivewinterleaf]

Fossilised matchstick man.

[robotwrangler]

I see a lot of love for infodumping as an autism bonding activity, and that’s wonderful of course but I think we also need to acknowledge the sheer joy of showing each other your collections. Literally nothing makes me happier than a friend showing off their hoards of trinkets and telling me the lore about each thing.

If you have a collection of things you’re really proud of or happy about PLEASE rb this and tell me about it in the tags because I really really want to hear about it!!

[mustangs-flames]

remembered Mark is 24 in Part 6 lmao

[uk-fossils]

British Carboniferous Fossil Plants & Leaves – Coal Measures UK, Authentic Paleozoic Specimen

An outstanding collection piece featuring authentic British Carboniferous Fossil Plants and Leaves from the classic Coal Measures deposits of the Carboniferous Period, approximately 310–320 million years ago. These fossils were formed in the lush, swampy forests that once dominated prehistoric Britain, now preserved as detailed impressions in shale or siltstone.

The fossil assemblage typically includes various species of ferns (Neuropteris, Alethopteris), seed ferns (Pecopteris), lycopsids (Lepidodendron, Sigillaria), and horsetails (Calamites), representing the dominant vegetation of the time.

Fossil Type: Fossilised Plant Impressions (Leaves, Stems, and Fronds)

Geological Age: Carboniferous – Pennsylvanian Subperiod (Westphalian Stage)

Formation: Coal Measures (Upper Carboniferous)

Depositional Environment: These plants grew in lowland tropical wetlands and coal-forming swamps. Rapid burial by sediment in oxygen-poor environments led to remarkable preservation of delicate plant structures in fine-grained muds and silts.

Morphological Features:

Detailed vein and frond impressions

Often preserved as flat carbon films or positive/negative moulds

Fronds may show branching patterns and midrib structures

Notable:

Fossils from the iconic British Coal Measures

Includes representatives of extinct tree-sized club mosses and seed ferns

Excellent for educational use, fossil collectors, and display

Actual specimen photographed – scale rule = 1cm per square

Authenticity: All of our fossils are 100% genuine natural specimens and are supplied with a Certificate of Authenticity. The photo displays the exact specimen offered. Please refer to the image for full dimensions.

This fossilised record of ancient forest life offers an incredible window into Earth’s prehistoric ecosystems. A classic and educational specimen from the Carboniferous coal-forming landscapes of the UK.