cc: jurassic


Somewhat speculative art of Spinosaurus aegyptiacus hunting a speculative species of “swamp-turtle”. I couldn’t really find anything about turtles/tortoises in the fossil-record of the Chenini formation but it seems highly likely turtles would have inhabited such giant swamp-area. I based the turtles on Axestemys and modern species of similar kinds.

Also I tried doing a background for once. Took me an entire day.


thefossilstore Our latest surmounted #bronze ammonite, part of our ‘Ammonites on Bases’ classic range. ⠀
This huge Atlas range fossil ammonite mould fossil is the shell of marine mollusc. A cousin of the nautilus of today, however ammonites died toward the end of the Cretaceous period.⠀

Genus: Cheloniceras sp.⠀
Origin: Atlas range, Agadir, Morocco, North Africa.⠀
Age: Mesozoic era, Jurassic, approximately 205 to 135 million years.⠀

Girl Like Her *Zach Mitchell*

Words: 696

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: You’re Owen’s little sister and you save Zach and Gray during the Pteranodon attack and he quickly falls for you


“Claire! Do you see them?!” you yelled at the ginger woman as she stood and glanced around the crowd desperately for her nephews.

Letting out an annoyed sigh at her fruitless efforts, you hiked your sniper rifle up against your shoulder before turning to Owen, your older brother, and saying, “I’m gonna go look for them, keep Claire safe.”

Still shooting, Owen merely nodded and said, “Be careful,” before you were off.

Left and right, people were being swept off their feet and lifted into the air. Children and adults alike were screaming in terror as the flying dinosaurs swooped down and grabbed them.

Blowing a piece of hair out of your face, you were quick to shoot a couple of Pteranodons out of the sky when you saw a particularly big one chasing after two boys, one taller and older in stature and the other much younger. You swiftly shot the dinosaur, watching as it slid and came to a stop centimeters away from the pair.

The both of them looked for the person that saved them until their eyes rested on you. You were holding your gun with windswept hair and a grimace on your face as you made eye contact with the older boy, Zach, according to Claire’s horrible description of her nephews from earlier. Running up to the both of them and dodging dinosaurs while you did so, you ducked next to the older one.

“Are you Zach and Gray?” you asked in a rush.

They merely nodded, stunned, but that was all you needed. Without hesitation, you ordered them to follow right behind you as you led them through the crowd and shot at the sky, hitting as many dinos as you could.

You could just barely hear the little boy, Gray, whisper to his older brother behind you, “Why haven’t you gone after awesome girls like her before?”

Sparing a glance behind you, you felt your cheeks burn as you saw the flustered, starstruck expression on Zach’s face as he looked at you, responding to his little brother in a breathless whisper, “I have no idea.”

Finally, you managed to spot Owen and Claire in the crowd.

“Guys!” you shouted, catching the attention of the both of them.

You waved your hands in the air in greeting when Owen’s smile immediately dropped, his eyes on something behind the three of you. Turning around, you barely had enough time to duck and drag the two boys with you before Owen shot at the four dinos that were hot on your trail.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you turned back to Owen and made to give him a thumbs up when you felt all the blood drain from your face. Forgetting about the boys behind you, you ran toward Owen, who was fighting off a Pteranodon on the ground. You couldn’t get a clear shot from where you were, and was thankful that Claire manged to shoot him, but that thanks was short lived when you spotted a dinosaur heading straight for her head. Without skipping a beat, you rolled under two Pteranodons before shooting the one flying towards Claire, watching it land with a thud right at her feet.

The five of you met up after that under the shelter of a roof, and you couldn’t help the smile that sprung onto your face as the three relatives reunited.

“Boys, this is Owen and his little sister, (Y/N),” Claire explained to the boys.

Zach’s face immediately grew red at the mention of your name, and you couldn’t help but admire his looks as he stared at you.

“Can we stay with you?” Gray asked sheepishly.

“I will never leave you ever again. I promise,” Claire said with teary eyes.

“I meant them,” Gray clarified.

“Definitely them,” Zach said, backing up his little brother.

At his words, you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks, unable to look him in the eye.

Taking one look at your face, Owen looked between you and Zach before a smirk appeared on his lips. Walking next to Zach, he mock whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “Keep it in your pants bub.”

Pterodactylus, Joseph Sibal, 1964

Along the edge of the Tethys Sea, a smattering of islands lie strewn like crumbs. This is the archipelago home of Pterodactylus, Rhamphorynchus, and Archaeopteryx, Jurassic trio of odd, winged things.

Rhamphorynchus works at night, paddling in the water, chasing after bioluminescent squid and tiny, silver fish. Its long tail whips like a ice fisher’s flag when it ducks its jaws underwater.

Archaeopteryx patrols the beaches for anything. Snails, clams, dead fish, the occasional beached ichthyosaur. It’s an opportunist. Flocks of them, black as crows, look like proud ink stains strutting on the beach. Of the three species, it’s the most vocal, crying about every discovery, danger, and perceived injustice.

Pterodactylus is diurnal, likes the sun and acrobatics, careens through mangroves and marshy places, snapping at dragonflies and the fish that dare swim too close to the surface. It moves so fast, it’s a miracle its body holds together and doesn’t tear or crumple under the stresses of wild flight.