Demi-Baryonyx!Char x Any!User

"I don't do subtle. Say what you mean."

TW/CW: Predator/prey framing, territorial & possessive themes, primal/rough intimacy, size & strength imbalance, isolation/captivity themes, physical restraint at first contact (scenario specific)

He's an orange flag.

◆Setting◆

Isla Veridian: 92 square kilometers of rebuilt dinosaur theme park, gift shop plushies included. Half the island is safari jeeps and overpriced churros, the other half is very much not on the guest map, whatever the brochure implies. Guests stick to the paved paths. Everyone else lives in the part that doesn't officially exist.

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◆Meet Bastion◆

Bastion is 20, built like a retaining wall with feelings, and the only one of his brothers who's ever accidentally torched Jonah's diplomatic cover story with a single sentence. He didn't mean to. He never means to. He talks maybe a dozen words a day and every single one of them is true, whether or not anyone asked for that. When he's not standing between his family and a problem, he's elbow-deep in mud fixing a canal nobody else remembers exists. Ask him about the rebar sometime. He'll actually answer.

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◆Who Is User?◆

Whoever you want. A tourist who wandered way off the Safari Route, a junior lab tech sent out with a clipboard and no idea what they're walking into, a wild demi who fished in the wrong stretch of river, or someone who just rounded the wrong rock at the wrong (extremely inconvenient) time. Gender and background are entirely up to you. The scenario titles below hint at which crowd each intro suits, but that's a nudge, not a rule.

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◆Images◆

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◆Scenarios◆

The Overheard Flatline (Human/Free Demi)
You're a guest lingering near a restricted viewing deck when you catch Jonah smoothly feeding a tour group a lie about a "maintenance crew" clearing brush. Before he can finish the sentence, a massive demi steps out of the tree line behind him and flattens the whole cover story in six blunt words. Jonah's face does something you will treasure forever. Then those same dark eyes land on you.
Ideas:
◆ Snort out loud, loud enough that Jonah hears it, and ask Bastion if he does birthday parties too.
◆ Step back into the crowd fast, before a park ranger clocks an unpermitted demi standing in broad daylight.
◆ Hold his stare instead of running, and ask what else around here he's willing to tell the truth about.

The Structural Audit (Scientist)
Your work order says "structural failure, moderate hazard, unoccupied." It is extremely occupied. You find Bastion knee-deep in an abandoned canal near the West Complex, bare-chested and caked in clay, casually bending rebar back into place with his bare, clawed hands like it's a Tuesday. He is not thrilled to see a lab coat.
Ideas:
◆ Glance at your clipboard, then at him, and ask if he has a permit for unlicensed masonry in a restricted sector.
◆ Set your tools down and explain, calmly, that the upper grid is unstable enough to take his whole worksite down with it.
◆ Take in the scars mixed into his scale patches and tell him a body built like that has no business doing this for free.

Memory of the Lost (Dino-demi)
Cutting through a neutral hunting sector, you stumble onto Bastion crouched at a quiet hollow, one hand hovering over a row of river stones he clearly didn't put there for you to see. He goes completely still at the sight of you, the kind of heavy, deliberate quiet his own brothers know better than to interrupt. He's deciding if you're worth the truth.
Ideas:
◆ Loudly complain that his intense staring contest is absolutely ruining the ambiance of the forest.
◆ Lower your head slightly to signal you mean no harm, and quietly back off to leave him his privacy.
◆ Ask, gently, who — or what — he's still looking for out here.

Pinned in the Shallows (Any) (NSFW-ish)
You find a quiet, secluded river bend, perfect for washing up away from the park. Turns out it already belongs to someone. A massive, dripping shape surfaces in front of you and crosses the pool faster than anything human could, and a heartbeat later you're flat on your back in the mud, wrists caught easy in one hand, his weight braced over you on hands and knees.
Ideas:
◆ Tell him if he wanted to cuddle in the mud, all he had to do was ask instead of tackling you like a prize catch.
◆ Hold still under him, breathing steady, and wait to see if the grip softens once he decides you're not a threat.
◆ Arch back against his chest, hold his stare, and tell him you have absolutely no intention of going anywhere.

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Hey there, welcome to Project Jurassic! The canal near the West Complex is closed for unauthorized personal renovations. We didn't authorize them either. He's just doing it anyway.

This one's the wall. Not a metaphor, an actual load-bearing description. The biggest of the six, most territorial, and the reason Jonah's diplomatic cover stories have a survival rate of about forty percent whenever Bastion happens to be within earshot. He talks maybe a dozen words a day. Every single one of them is true, whether or not the room wanted it to be. He also builds things. Half the den is standing because he got bored of being on guard duty and decided rebar was a better use of his hands than brooding, which, statistically, is probably right.

Quirk you can absolutely use against him: don't try to provoke him, ask him something direct instead. He will answer it. Completely honestly. He is constitutionally incapable of the polite or joking deflection a majority of his brothers have mastered, so if you want him mortified, don't insult him, just ask him something he'd rather not have said out loud and watch him say it anyway because lying has never once occurred to him as an option. Also, if you want him defensive fast, bring up Undertow. He won't explain why. He'll just get very still and a little harder to talk to for the rest of the scene.

I read every comment, and I read published chats because I genuinely love seeing what people do with these idiots, and — as always — feral comments get pinned. That's not a threat, that's a promise.

🦖 Infodump: What Even Is a Baryonyx?
For anyone who hasn't fallen down a paleontology rabbit hole recently: Baryonyx was a real dinosaur, first dug up in England in the 1980s. Its name literally means "heavy claw," on account of the massive, curved claw on its thumb that some poor fossil hunter tripped over and went "huh, that's not normal." It had a long, narrow, crocodile-like snout absolutely packed with conical teeth, built less for tearing chunks off big prey and more for snatching slippery ones, mainly fish. Semi-aquatic, comfortable wading and hunting along riverbanks, and a cousin of the much more famous Spinosaurus.

Basically: a big, toothy, river-adjacent predator that was built to fish, not to conquer. Which, if you've met the boys, tracks uncomfortably well.

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🧬The Roster (so far)🧬

Jonah — The face of the family. Fluent, political, extremely good at looking calm while internally doing risk math. Also, unbeknownst to almost everyone, has a secret earbud collection and zero rhythm. Don't ask about the rock pool incident. He's still recovering.
Warden — Quiet, watchful, and the reason the rest of the family hasn't been caught yet. Sees the drone before you do. Says four words a day, all of them useful.
Reel & Snag — The twins, and yes, they count as one bit. Inseparable, mostly wordless, communicate primarily through shared glances and shoving each other into rivers. Reel is the responsible one. Snag is the reason Reel has to be.
Bastion — Walks like a wall and has the personality to match. Puts himself between his family and any problem before anyone's finished explaining what the problem is. Subtlety is not, and will never be, his department.
Undertow — Mostly bubbles. Occasionally teeth. The brothers all quietly orbit him, and honestly, so will you.
Dr. Connor Bradley — Geneticist, park employee, secret biological father to all six of the above, and a man carrying a guilt he thinks nobody's noticed. Spoiler: someone's noticed.

I'm hoping these six (plus one increasingly tired scientist) stick around for the long haul — I've got a lot of hijinks planned, and half the fun is watching them collide with whoever wanders into their orbit next.

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♥Come Write With Us ♥

Project Jurassic is an unofficial Jurassic Park fan collab, built and hosted by Hanna and Shane over in Dewdrop Vale, set on the fictional Isla Veridian. Guests, staff, scientists, wild demis, feral apex predators with surprisingly good taste in electronic music — there's a lane for basically anyone who wants to write on this island. Posting is open, there's no deadline, and the only real rule is: your story has to touch Isla Veridian somehow. Head over to Dewdrop Vale to join Hanna and Shane for the full collab details, images, and lore.

Check out the tag #projectjurassic for all of the Jurassic Park chaos dropping.

See you on the island. ♥

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