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Newcomers Pt4

Newcomers Pt4


Polt watches on the screen as the Human pods fire towards the planet his ship engage in long distance fore support, we hear over the coms the Humans wooping and screaming in joy as they descend to battle. He prays they are the warriors the stories say they are.

There is clearly a huge difference in tactic, the Benemar move tot land their shuttles in an area where there are amll number of Gal so as to make it easier to deploy. The Humans though are landing straight in the middle of their army.


The Humans pods are cylinder shaped and skid and slide and some inbed themselves in the earth, almost as soon as they hit the ground they come to life. The Humans within leap out and engage the Gal, the Gal are a multi limbed creature who hive mind comands them to conquer worlds. They react to the Humans instantly and throw themselves at the newcomers. The fighting is close and bloody…for the Gal.

Even a number of the pods come to life, suddenly extending arms and legs then a head and with more guns that a whole platoon would have. Polt is watching from orbit and is shocked by what he sees. The Gal move in an unpredictable manner, their limbs able to propel them in any direction instantly but somehow the Humans are keeping up, not only that but are able to see where the Gal will go and fire a shot at first at nothing but then the Gal literally runs into it. Even in close combat, they get in close and wrestle them tot he ground, it usually ends in their injury but it gives the others a chance to grab hold of the Gal and pull it apart.

Polt watches as the stories he has been told have clearly fallen very short of the truth.

The Benemar have only just mustered their army and are moving to engage the Gal’s rear while the Humans are within them and fighting towards the front where there are survivors. A number landed by the natives and are helping with the defence until the main army arrives, which by his estimates, will not be long.


A part of the Gal’s horde has shifted its direction and his moving to face the Benemar but the majority are all converging on the Humans. The Gal’s hive mind senses they are the main threat. The Humans have been fighting for over ten hours and have yet to slow down, observers see that the humans are fighting in groups, one group fights while the other rests this way their efficiency is more sustainable. Their massive walkers are also reaping a bloody toll on the Gal giving them cover and helping the natives get to the shuttles to take them away from the fighting.

Hesky grabs a Gal and swings it into another before jumping on it and driving his blade straight down killing both. “Two Gal one blade” he laughed to himself.

“Hey Hopkins!!”

“Yeah” he replies shooting a Gal before turning to him.

“Ever watched those eastern animations? You think the Gal did too?”

“Don;t go getting ideas about fucking them, you don’t know where they’ve been”

“Don’t tell me what to do! Come here Gal, tentacle fucking for everyone!!”

“I can tell you what to do I am your superior what the hell are you doing? Good god man?!”

“How dare you judge me!!”


The battle raged for days before the Gal’s Hive mind began to loose control, too many of it’s nodes had been destroyed and without them the Gal cease to function and became nothing more than a slump of goo.

The Benemar had been bogged down unable to assist in the wider battle while the Humans ran all over the planet, if there was even a hint or a whisper of survivors the went to try and find them. The Remens were massively grateful, where others would abandon them the Humans had refused to do so and would not take a single step back without the Gal paying for it in blood. They had shed their own blood to save an alien race that had kinship to them yet they protected them as if they were family.  

When the Benemar Chief finally met up with Captain Clerk they were finishing of the last remnants of the Gal.

“Where have you been?” Clerk demanded to know.

“Fighting what else would we be doing?”

“Not a lot, we’ve been all over this rock and as far as my scouts say you never let the canyon”

“It was the best defensive position available”

“But we were not here to defend we were here to attack, take the fight to them not sit and wait for them if we did that the Remens would be extinct”

“If they are not strong enough to fight themselves I will not waste my–” Clerk struck him and went flying into his warriors.

“Speak like that again and I won’t give you a love tap, these people deserve to survive, we can help them and that is all the reason I need to do so”

The Benemar warriors were about to attack the Humans, but as they saw they were surrounded, every Humans they saw glared at them, their bodies covered in Gal blood whereas the Benemar were spotless.

These Humans, so powerful were they that they could conquer the galaxy but instead they didn’t they protected those who could not and fought those who would oppress others. The Chief knew at that moment, that his Chieftains back on Bento Prime ever try to face these Human again, they would be so merciful a second time. He had to change their minds.


Hesky sat by the fire holding a piece of Gal over the fire to cook it.

“You are not seriously going to eat that are you?” Hopkins asked.

“Why not, I’m hungry and if I have to eat another curry Ill go mad”

“You’re already mad!”

“Says you”

“Yes says me!!”

Hesky then took a huge bite out of the tentacle and chewed.

“How is it” Hopkins asked.

“Taste like…like…victory!”

“…gimme some”  

Newcomers Pt4

I know I’m going nuts with this story but my heads hurts and I cant sleep unless i write it XD

Newcomers Pt4

Polt watches on the screen as the Human pods fire towards the planet his ship engage in long distance fore support, we hear over the coms the Humans wooping and screaming in joy as they descend to battle. He prays they are the warriors the stories say they are.

There is clearly a huge difference in tactic, the Benemar move tot land their shuttles in an area where there are amll number of Gal so as to make it easier to deploy. The Humans though are landing straight in the middle of their army.

The Humans pods are cylinder shaped and skid and slide and some inbed themselves in the earth, almost as soon as they hit the ground they come to life. The Humans within leap out and engage the Gal, the Gal are a multi limbed creature who hive mind comands them to conquer worlds. They react to the Humans instantly and throw themselves at the newcomers. The fighting is close and bloody…for the Gal.

Even a number of the pods come to life, suddenly extending arms and legs then a head and with more guns that a whole platoon would have. Polt is watching from orbit and is shocked by what he sees. The Gal move in an unpredictable manner, their limbs able to propel them in any direction instantly but somehow the Humans are keeping up, not only that but are able to see where the Gal will go and fire a shot at first at nothing but then the Gal literally runs into it. Even in close combat, they get in close and wrestle them tot he ground, it usually ends in their injury but it gives the others a chance to grab hold of the Gal and pull it apart.

Polt watches as the stories he has been told have clearly fallen very short of the truth.

The Benemar have only just mustered their army and are moving to engage the Gal’s rear while the Humans are within them and fighting towards the front where there are survivors. A number landed by the natives and are helping with the defence until the main army arrives, which by his estimates, will not be long.

A part of the Gal’s horde has shifted its direction and his moving to face the Benemar but the majority are all converging on the Humans. The Gal’s hive mind senses they are the main threat. The Humans have been fighting for over ten hours and have yet to slow down, observers see that the humans are fighting in groups, one group fights while the other rests this way their efficiency is more sustainable. Their massive walkers are also reaping a bloody toll on the Gal giving them cover and helping the natives get to the shuttles to take them away from the fighting.

Hesky grabs a Gal and swings it into another before jumping on it and driving his blade straight down killing both. “Two Gal one blade” he laughed to himself.

“Hey Hopkins!!”

“Yeah” he replies shooting a Gal before turning to him.

“Ever watched those eastern animations? You think the Gal did too?”

“Don;t go getting ideas about fucking them, you don’t know where they’ve been”

“Don’t tell me what to do! Come here Gal, tentacle fucking for everyone!!”

“I can tell you what to do I am your superior what the hell are you doing? Good god man?!”

“How dare you judge me!!”

The battle raged for days before the Gal’s Hive mind began to loose control, too many of it’s nodes had been destroyed and without them the Gal cease to function and became nothing more than a slump of goo.

The Benemar had been bogged down unable to assist in the wider battle while the Humans ran all over the planet, if there was even a hint or a whisper of survivors the went to try and find them. The Remens were massively grateful, where others would abandon them the Humans had refused to do so and would not take a single step back without the Gal paying for it in blood. They had shed their own blood to save an alien race that had kinship to them yet they protected them as if they were family.

When the Benemar Chief finally met up with Captain Clerk they were finishing of the last remnants of the Gal.

“Where have you been?” Clerk demanded to know.

“Fighting what else would we be doing?”

“Not a lot, we’ve been all over this rock and as far as my scouts say you never let the canyon”

“It was the best defensive position available”

“But we were not here to defend we were here to attack, take the fight to them not sit and wait for them if we did that the Remens would be extinct”

“If they are not strong enough to fight themselves I will not waste my–” Clerk struck him and went flying into his warriors.

“Speak like that again and I won’t give you a love tap, these people deserve to survive, we can help them and that is all the reason I need to do so”

The Benemar warriors were about to attack the Humans, but as they saw they were surrounded, every Humans they saw glared at them, their bodies covered in Gal blood whereas the Benemar were spotless.

These Humans, so powerful were they that they could conquer the galaxy but instead they didn’t they protected those who could not and fought those who would oppress others. The Chief knew at that moment, that his Chieftains back on Bento Prime ever try to face these Human again, they would be so merciful a second time. He had to change their minds.

Hesky sat by the fire holding a piece of Gal over the fire to cook it.

“You are not seriously going to eat that are you?” Hopkins asked.

“Why not, I’m hungry and if I have to eat another curry Ill go mad”

“You’re already mad!”

“Says you”

“Yes says me!!”

Hesky then took a huge bite out of the tentacle and chewed.

“How is it” Hopkins asked.

“Taste like…like…victory!”

“…gimme some”   

Blooming

    Natsu halted, smelling the familiar and soft scent of fresh flowers. He never tired of their sweet aroma, for they reminded him of his forested childhood with Igneel, and also of a certain best friend. The thought had crossed his mind before. Should he pick out flowers for her? Not wanting to appear sappy, he usually decided against it. Yet, today, he figured there must have been something in the air. Perhaps it was the brilliantly blue sky, not covered with a single opaque cloud. Perhaps it was the caress of the warm breeze, that reminded him of home, that reminded him of her. Her, who he missed so dearly. A woman’s abrupt laugh broke him out of his thoughtful daze. 

“Sir, why don’t you buy some? In fact, I’ll let you have a few for no charge.” The elderly woman gestured to her wide array of colors and textures.

    Natsu blushed slightly, not realizing he had been staring. Slowly walking over, he chastised himself for his future actions. Lucy would probably think that he was ridiculous, and he was horrifically unsure what type of flower to give her.

    The woman smiled, the lines on her face forming soft dimples and cracks, so fragile they looked as if they would break, yet firm enough to be perennial. Perennials! Would she smile at such a hopeful type of bloom? Such an everlasting flower would surely represent her. No matter how she suffers, she withstands, she survives, she persists, and with such interminable yet unrefined grace. Natsu gave the old woman a friendly smile. 

“I don’t know much about flowers and stuff, I only know them apart by smells, really. Could you show me the perennials?” he asked, narrowly moving out of the path of a strolling baker.

    Turning around, the old woman searched thoughtfully, before picking up three different blooms and setting them on the front table. Natsu noticed her wrinkled hands, covered in soil and softly calloused. “When did you decide to begin tending to these plants?” he questioned, hoping he wouldn’t sound rude.

    Clasping her hands together, her right thumb overtaking her left, she let out a small chuckle. “I’ve been travelling around the continents for nearly my whole life, with my wife by my side every step of the way. We met some fair obstacles, some requiring more perseverance and courage than others. Our mission was usually to carry medical supplies to those who needed them.” She sighed, a content and warm smile shaping her face. “We came by a family along the way, quite far from any major city or town. The man of the house was extremely ill, and there was nothing I, or Maria could have done for him at the house. He was quite the trooper for his children, though. Always smiled through his sickening pain when they came into the room. His wife was already gone, and I could tell how much he loathed to leave his children..but…” She paused, smoothing out the topsoil of one of the perennials with her forefinger, a small tear dripping onto the flower’s unique petal.

    Natsu, becoming somewhat emotional himself, inquired her further. “What happened to him?” The hum of the city was nonexistent, as he focused on her response. He faintly heard the merry song of a Warbler as he waited. 

    Swallowing thickly, she allowed herself to reply. “When I asked him if he wanted to come with us to the city for any kind of medical aid, he politely refused. He said his children, those he loved, gave him the best medicine. I was confused, as was Maria, but a few moments later we experienced why he said that. Two small girls, both not even the age of eight, entered the room, cheerful smiles plastered to their faces. In their hands, they each held a small bouquet of flowers, held them as fiercely as you would hold a loved one, yet as gently as you would with a close confidant. They passed their flowers to this man, as he lay on his deathbed. The man began to cry, holding his daughters closely. He died that night. But his soul was well for all eternity, of that I am certain. ‘When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul.’ Perhaps it was not the flowers themselves which made the man so adamantly content, it was what they symbolized. They symbolized something that varies in size and shape, in series and in type. They symbolized Love. Yet, love is not simply an act, or an experience, it is a meaning. It is a definition of what is right, what is wrong, and what is real in this world. Love is tangible, for love is in these flowers, isn’t it? So, to answer your question, I realized that healing and nourishing the heart is the healing I cherished most of all. Maria and I put as much love as we can into our gardens, with the hope that someone can flow their own love into the blooming petals.” With a steady hand, she pushed one of the arrangements forward. “These are yours, dear boy.”

    Natsu unexpectedly wiped his tears away slowly, briefly tasting the saltiness as he licked his lips. Now, his heart was completely invested in this endeavor for flowers to give Lucy when he returned home. After being away for nearly a month, he was brought to tears by his loneliness without her, aided by the elderly woman’s story. “Which kind are they?” he spoke softly. Almost every bloom was a coin-shaped pod, with the beans seen inside through the sunlight. One of the flowers had bloomed early, the purple shade fading into a warm cream-like tone.

“Lunaria.” 

    Natsu started at the name. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

“She is a a celestial spirit wizard, no?” She smiled. “I saw you both nine years ago, running away from the army. She held keys, and you were the one who nearly burned this town to the ground.” Despite her seemingly vindictive words, her tone was sweet. “When you become my age, you remember silly things like that. Anyway, take these already. Go on.”

    Surprise still evident on his face, Natsu picked up the small pot, looking upon the blooms fondly. “Thank you so much, granny, are you sure I don’t owe you anything?”

    The woman slightly winced at the word ‘granny’, but continued to smile. “Nothing at all. Love is priceless.” 

Ah jeez I wrote this at 9 or 10 pm on a school night because i needed fluff and i love when i can just write the way i want to. i hope it was alright~

21st Century Girl (Prologue) - (Jim Kirk x Reader)

A/n: Should I use an OC or (y/n)? Either works for me but I wanna know what you think?

annnnnndddd my full nerdiness it revealed hahaha anyways I’m planning on this being a major series but I’ve only watched the newer movies so some things may be incorrect- just shoot me a message if I have I don’t mind! :P Anyways, let’s begin!

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader


Beep…Beep…Beep

Heavy breathing inside the small space and the rushing of what sounded like the wind from the outside, was the dominant noise in her ears. The shouts of other people in the background, sounded very panicked only causing her fear to heighten. 

Beep..Beep..Beep

“Sir, the Transporter room is malfunctioning!” “What’s the matter with it Mr. Chekov?” There was a pause but she tried to focus on the voices to calm her breathing. The confined space she was in wasn’t helping her panic, nothing could be seen yet these voices drifting in and out were continuous. “Get me out of here!” She screamed but was unheard from the outside.

BeepBeepBeepBeep

“It seems to be…beaming something inside the ship! I can’t stop or control it, sir!”

BeeeeeepBeeeeeeep

The voices faded and suddenly she was all alone. Wanting to avoid that as much as possible, she began screaming for help again, desperately not wanting to be left in this darkness by herself.

‘What the hell is going on?!’ The girl thought.

A final voice broke through as tears streamed down her face; a thud and the drop of her tiny space hit the ground outside, causing her to blackout from the impact. In her unconscious state, she couldn’t help but repeat the voice in her head:

Yellow alert: security please report to the transporter room

Beeeeeeeeeeeee

——-

A cylindrically shaped pod dropped heavily on the transporting floor, the people bustled around it paused. Chekov, deciding nobody was going to move, walked onto the platform and stood over the now lay down pod. Gliding his hand over the pod, little lights seemed to light up under his palm.

A robotic voice thundered throughout the room, making all in vicinity jump with surprise.

Genetic code identified- Terran.” A series of clicks and beeps radiated from the pod before it spluttered out a question. “What is the current year?”

The pods female A.I. seemed to go quiet, awaiting an answer. “U-uh 2264”

Registering the current date…. registering…. please wait.” A high-pitched frequency sounded suddenly throughout the room, causing Chekov to stumble backward into security and technicians.

A loud thud became apparent as two doors opened to show the contents. Not being able to see from his angle, Chekov moved closer. Upon seeing what lay inside, he instantly got out his communicator.

“Mr. Chekov?” The captain asked worriedly.

“Sir, you might want to come down here.”

Looking down to the asleep girl, Chekov began muttering in Russian.

—–

So I hope to make this a full blown series - let me know if you want to be tagged! xx

LUZ, THE QUEEN OF LOS LUCEROS

by Zoraida Córdova


Luz, the queen of Los Luceros fell.

She didn’t know where or when or how long but she kept falling through a space wide and infinite. Encased in her glass pod she could see it all. The prisms of light that dotted the universe, and she took pleasure in being one of those lights. Of being part of a number so large, she was a sigh in its existence.

The pod was shaped like a teardrop, glowing like the dew of the gods and large enough to encase only her body and a few remnants of her planet.

Luz blinked until her eyes stopped stinging. She stretched out her toes, her limbs, brought her hands up to her eyes and wiggled her fingers. Her nails long as claws now, and it was a pity she hadn’t grown them sooner. She’d been asleep so long, it took a moment to remember herself. She could see her body reflected in the glass above, black curls longer than on the day of her coronation and wedding. But her skin was still polished like the obsidian mined beneath her lands. Her breath was labored, the air in the pod mimicked the temperatures of Los Luceros. She exhaled for the simple pleasure of seeing her breath puff out in clouds.

I am a queen without a throne, she thought.

She could not yet say it aloud, so she busied her hands. She smoothed out her gown. Her wedding dress, made from the incandescent silkworms that nibbled on nothing but white diamonds. It was soiled at the hem, red as the war that led to her fall.

She sat up, the weight of her sins tried to drag her onto her back once more. They’re all gone, she thought, a dark voice that slithered into every hollow of her heart. A heart that was once full of the light of her people. But she’d spent lightyears thinking of them, speeding through space until her pod had reached a corner of the galaxy safe enough to stop.

For a moment, she pressed her hand to the glass. Her longing for home seeped into every fiber of her being. She brushed her head and her slender fingers stopped at her roots. Her crown of stars was missing. She rummaged through her meager belongings for it.

There was a box of plotted flowers. Long green shoots with golden sunflowers and blooms the blush pink of her lover’s lips. She traced her finger along one of the petals and remembered his mouth, the way they trembled as she said her goodbye. The way they reached for her, daring and risking and breaking, like his heart as she left him behind to walk the palace grounds to prepare for her wedding.

“Claro,” she said his name, and the word twinkled like glass shards in the winds. She saw his face in the space that stretched all around her.

She wondered if she knew that this is where she’d be, would she have taken the Queen’s Walk that day?

But there was no sense in thinking of the things she could not change. She kept rummaging through the items her lady in waiting packed for her survival.

She could still hear the girl’s voice. “We must get you out of here. They’re coming for you, my Queen. They’re coming for us all. Your king—”

“Let them come.” It was the answer of a girl, unknowing and unburdened by the worlds. Haughty and new to everything that present. Blind and naïve to her history and everything that came before her. The war of her fathers and mothers and the blood that coursed through her veins. It was a war she thought she could end.

I am a queen without a home. Am I a queen at all? The words cycled through her thoughts again and again.

She dug through a box with a single necklace. It was worth nothing and everything all at once. The pendant a dull gold stamped with the family crest of her Guardian Knight—Claro. She clutched it in her fist until it hurt to hold, but still refused to let go. She shut her eyes and thought of his face, the brown of the sand dunes from the furthest reaches of Los Luceros and eyes that rivaled the stars themselves.

I should’ve chosen you. The thought was lost in the outer reaches of space as her tear drop pod kept floating.

She pressed her finger to the glass and a screen popped up. She slid her fingers across the command module until she found was she was looking for. Departure Location: UNKNOWN. There was a red blotch, like a splotch of blood, on the screen. She remembered the screams. They didn’t come from just the palace but from every reach of the planet. An attack by her enemies, swift as heartbreak. They’d waited until after the wedding, until after Luz took the Prince of Sombra’s hand and accepted his union. They’d waited until the celebration, the fireworks of stars and lights that illuminated the sky the night itself was envious. They’d waited until Luz took the Prince of Sombra—no, her king—into her chambers. She stared at him and though she did not love him she knew this was the only way to preserve their peace. But when he reached for her he did not reach for her hands or her lips, the way Claro always had. He reached for the stars that crowned her head—one for each of the regions of her kingdom.

As he tried to rip the crown from her head she reached out with her hands. She should have grown claws sooner, though it wouldn’t have mattered. His ships descended on the planet, already waiting and cloaked above the clouds. They pillaged and drained the earth of its riches—but no one would know what would’ve been left.

It was Claro who walked into her chamber, obsidian dagger in hand, every inch of him covered in blood. It was Claro who saved her though she was the one who turned her back on him. She remembered King Sombra’s severed head on the ground. She remembered Claro scooping her into his arms and running as quickly as his legs could carry them. She remembered Dia, her lady in waiting, a gun in her hand, waiting at the escape bridge.

“The pod is ready,” Dia said, still dressed in her wedding finery. “There is only room for one.”

“I won’t leave you,” I yelled.

Dia opened the pod door, screams and gun blasts echoing from every inch of the palace. Claro took her hand and reached for her lips, his thumb a soft farewell.

It was the last she remembered before she woke up here and now.

As her heart raced she searched again and found where she was heading. Destination Location: UNKNOWN.

She was the queen of the unknown. She was the daughter of nowhere. She came from nothing.

Fear, cold and hard, seized her for so long, she did not see the small planet in the distance. Bright and blue as the seas of Los Luceros. Behind her, she felt the familiar heat of stars. One for each of the regions of her kingdom. Beneath stacks of food and water, there it was, like an ordinary thing—her crown.

She placed it on her head and stared into space defiantly. She was ready to find her voice.

“I am a girl without a home. I was a queen without a throne and I will be a queen again.”



 Zoraida Córdova is the author of The Vicious Deep trilogy, the Brooklyn Brujas series, the On the Verge series, and many other works. She is a New Yorker at heart. Send her a tweet to @zlikeinzorro.

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The project 971 Akula, which displaced nearly thirteen thousand tons submerged, featured a steel double hull typical to Soviet submarines, allowing the vessel to take on more ballast water and survive more damage. The attack submarine’s propulsion plant was rafted to dampen sound, and anechoic tiles coated its outer and inner surface. Even the limber holes which allowed water to pass inside the Akula’s outer hull had retractable covers to minimize acoustic returns. The 111-meter-long vessel was distinguished by its elegant, aquadynamic conning tower and the teardrop-shaped pod atop the tail fin which could deploy a towed passive sonar array. A crew of around seventy could operate the ship for one hundred days at sea.
However, the most important innovation was to stealth — the Akulas were now significantly quieter than even the Improved Los Angeles–class submarines.

Foodie Friday: Josh’s Vegan Stuffed Mushrooms

Note: I was taught to cook by feel as I grew up. As a result, many of my own recipes lack measurements. Adjust the recipe as you see fit in order to match your own preferences and tastes!

Ingredients:
-Mushrooms (I used baby portobellos, but any hearty, stuffable mushroom should do)
-Olive Oil
-Finely diced onion
-thinly sliced garlic
-chopped walnuts
-chopped sundried tomatoes (omitted from the pictured dish - my boyfriend isn’t a fan of tomato)
-chopped parsley
-vegan parmesan cheese
-brown jasmine rice
-star anise
-cinnamon stick
-salt
-pepper

1) Heat up a dry saute pan over medium heat and add the star anise and cinnamon. Toast until aromatic, then remove from heat.

2) Add washed rice and water to a pot or rice cooker, add the star anise and cinnamon, and cook until done and fluffy.

3) Preheat oven to 350 degrees (Fahrenheit).

4) Remove the stems from the mushrooms and reserve them. Brush the mushroom caps on both sides with olive oil, sprinkle the insides with salt and pepper, and then place them bottom-up in a baking dish. Dice up the stems and reserve for the filling.

5) Over medium heat, heat up some olive oil until it shimmers. Add the onion and saute until soft and translucent, then add the garlic and cook until it goes soft and fragrant (keep an eye on it… nobody likes burnt garlic!)

6) Add the diced mushroom stems and cook until browned. Remove from the heat and stir in the parsley, walnuts, tomatoes, parmesan, and rice (remove the cinnamon stick and star anise). Season with salt and pepper to taste.

7) Fill each mushroom cap with stuffing and bake for about 20 minutes or until the mushrooms are brown and soft. Cover the pan with foil if the stuffing begins to burn.

Garnish with a little more vegan parmesan and serve hot! These are great as an appetizer, light entree, or even as a little snack. To give them a little extra acidity, serve them with a red wine vinaigrette!

Magical Ingredient!

I don’t often cook vegan. My family’s culinary traditions are very much so meat based, and as a result, nearly every dish I make has at least one meat item. However, my boyfriend and I have a friend of ours who periodically stays with us, who is vegan. Though he doesn’t mind cooking his own food, I do like to cook some sort of meal for the three of us when he comes into town as a sort of celebration. As such, I get the pleasant challenge of cooking vegan!

One would think that my choice for a magical ingredient in this dish would be the rice, mushrooms, or the nuts (which lend a very nice texture, so if you’re balking at adding it to the stuffing, give it a try… I promise you that the mouthfeel is very interesting). However, it’s none of these. Instead, it’s the star anise that was added to season the rice.

Not everyone has this spice sitting in their kitchen. In fact, many people are unfamiliar with the benefits star anise has when it comes to both cooking and magic. However, between its delicate licorice flavor and its ability to comfort the stomach and aid in digestion has earned it quite a reputation in Asian cuisine, and its beautiful shape has allowed it to become a gorgeous garnish in many cuisines.

Star anise comes from an evergreen tree native to Vietnam and southwest China, called Illicium verum. The seeds are harvested and dried just prior to ripening, kept in their star shaped pod. They’re a primary ingredient in Five Spice blend, and the oils are frequently extracted for their strong licorice scent. 

In medicine, star anise is used for a variety of ailments, including stomach upset, flu, bronchitis, and rheumatism. Traditionally it’s burned as an incense or added to food, but the presence of shikimic acid in the pods allowed star anise to become of importance to the modern medicine industry. As a result, the acid is extracted from the seed pods for the use in modern flu treatments.

The culinary uses for star anise are varied, but the most common use is adding it to broth or stock for its flavor (those of you who’ve been following me for a while may remember my recipe for mushroom chicken ramen a while back… I’ve since taken to adding star anise to the broth anytime I make it both because of the flavor and because it makes the ramen a bit easier on the stomach). However, its uses aren’t limited to broths and stocks. 

Star anise is used in mulled wine, as well as in coffee (trust me… allow a pod to steep in your coffee - the flavors combine beautifully, and do so more fully each time you reuse the pod). Though one of the ways in which we indulge in this spice most often is in the form of masala chai.

This beautiful little spice continues to be used in other products ranging from mouthwash and toothpaste to massage oils and skin creams. It seems there’s very little that it can’t do!

In magick, anise most definitely has its uses! The most frequent one I’ve seen is carrying it whole or wearing it as a necklace for luck. However, in Hoodoo, the pod can also be placed under the pillow to allow one to dream of another person far away. It’s added to mojo bags, hands, poppets, and witch bags and jars for luck as well. When a person sleeps with it under his or her pillow, it’s said to stave off nightmares, as well.

When powdered and burned as an incense, star anise helps to heighten psychic awareness and clairvoyance, and can be of great help during meditations.

In my practice, star anise is used for luck and dreams as above, but I also use it for healing and encouraging deeper spirituality. Its star shape reminds me of tarot as well, so I also enjoy keeping it on hand for divination.

Consider the different ways star anise can add its flavors, aromas, and magic to your craft. Though it seems an odd little spice, it packs quite a punch - a punch that any witch or cook can definitely make use of!

May all your meals be blessed! )O(

bob-newby-superhero  asked:

That ask about your not capitalising the regular names of the aliens got me thinking.. Any ideas on what human scientists name the aliens' species scientifically?

So… Going down the taxon levels (pun not intended), I’m pretty sure that all the aliens we see in Animorphs are Animalia kingdom given how much they all tend to move around and react to the environment, which would make them by default Eukarya domain.  Within the Anmalia kingdom I’d be comfortable saying that andalites and hork-bajir are almost certainly Chordata (Cassie kills a hork-bajir by breaking its neck, and at one point Ax mentions his back legs “collapsing” after a fall breaks some internal bones in #8, both of which suggest the existence of spinal cords), whereas yeerks are probably part of the Mollusca phylum and taxxons might be Arthropods given their number of legs.  We know that taxxons eat, of course, and #43 strongly implies that they poop, so I’m a little more confident in that one than I am with the yeerks - after all, yeerks are solar-powered, and on Earth that only happens with plants and bacteria, never with animals.  (All right, now I’m kind of headcanoning that each yeerk is a single GINORMOUS bacterium cell, but there’s really no basis for that in canon.)

Of course, all of this speculation assumes that ALIENS HAVE CELLS WITH NUCLEI, which is already a pretty big jump, but the very fact that all these species can walk around on Earth without spacesuits (except the yeerks, who I guess kind of use humans as spacesuits) suggests that at the very least they can do something meaningful with oxygen and/or nitrogen and/or carbon and/or argon when they breathe.  We also know that they can’t just skip breathing, because there are mentions of Marco successfully strangling both taxxons and hork-bajir, whereas #29 establishes that yeerks can’t “breathe” unless they’re in some kind of liquid and MM4 hinges partially on Ax not being able to breathe underwater unless he’s in morph.

Moving down to class, I’m pretty comfortable putting andalites down as mammals: they have warm blood (#29), they’re covered in fur (#1), they perform complex brain operations (#29), and it’s strongly implied they make little andalites through birth rather than eggs (AC).  None of the others fit into classes that well, given that taxxons have too many legs to be insects or arachnids and too much variation in “leg” shape (everything from tiny hands to cone-shaped pods to segmented leg-limbs) to count as Diplopada, yeerks absorb all their energy from their sun (which rules out their existences as actual slugs), and hork-bajir have too much exoskeleton in combination with bipedalism to fit most vertebrate classes.

So I think I’ve talked myself into the hypothesis that class would be the taxon where the poor confused biologists of a post-Animorphs Earth would have to start making up names.  I’m not sure if it would make the most sense to have a new general class called Extraterrestria (or something) as a preliminary “junk pile” category before the evolutionary ancestry of these species could be established thoroughly enough to make more nuanced categories more feasible, or if it would instead make sense to establish a taxon above domains that accounted for Terrestria vs. Extraterrestria.  Either way the issue of how to define “species” would inevitably get complicated, given that right now the rule of thumb is “Can they make babies together?” and Tobias’s existence would imply that humans are a subspecies of andalite (or vice versa) until everyone could agree on a new rule.  Heck, if we count Seerow Hamee as well, now andalites and hork-bajir and humans are all the same species, and while I love the diplomatic implications of that idea it wouldn’t be particularly informative for anyone trying to study aliens systematically.

As for what the specific names of those species end up being, I bet you dollars to donuts they’d be a) Eurocentric, b) not that descriptive to the point where they end up getting revised a lot, c) kind of dumb, and d) bad fake-Latin combined with bad fake-Greek.  Since that’s the pattern taxon-names tend to follow right now.  The thing with just sort of mushing together Greek root words and suffixes to make crappy neologisms that nonetheless sound impressive (*cough* eleutherophobia is not a real word *cough*) is the number-one parlor trick of life scientists, and I have a sneaking suspicion it would persist even when describing species that have no history of Latin, Greek, or even characteristics that can be meaningfully described in Latin or Greek.  Because, well, we’re only human.

Shapeshifting Klance AU

Sometimes I get weird thoughts, and this is one of them.

Background: Shapeshifters are out in the open, often being treated as important cultural leaders back in the ancient times, but by advancements in science and genealogy proved that they were just a different a different species, so they just became more like regular people and not gods. Although, that shift in dynamic, shapeshifters are still very high up in society.

  • Keith had managed to push another pair of foster parents up the wall and soon was shipped to another foster home. So, when he was notified that he was moving once again, this was not what he was expecting.
  • His social worker drove to this massive house-mansion, is more like it. It had three stories and what would be best described as a tower with floor to ceiling windows that towered over the house an extra story, accented with blue and white, which was fitting to the ocean breeze hitting him. Keith and his social worker walked to the big brown double doors and knocked.
  • A man with long curly hair which was tied back into a braid, wearing a loose pair of shorts, a white guayabera and sandals answered the door. With a booming voice and bright smile,  he welcomed Keith and his social worker into the house. “Bienvenidos! Name’s Abelardo, but you call me Abe”
  • Long story short, his new foster family was descendants of an old pod of shape-shifting mermaids, known to have lived in Cuba, but moved to the States during the war and due to this, they were loaded. They had two pool houses. Who needs two pool houses?
  • He was shown to his room, in one of the pool houses, his window facing the beach, hearing the waves crashing onto land. He was shoving his duffel bag under the bed, didn’t even bother unpacking because who knows how long he’ll be here for when he heard a knock on the door.
  • When he opened the door, he was faced with a beautiful boy who had tan skin and blue eyes. “Name’s Lance, who are you?” “Keith” “Welcome Keef!” he smiled
  • That sparked their friendship where they bickered a lot, but for whatever reason Keith only saw Lance during the day. He strongly refused to hang out at night, every night. (All Keith wanted was to sit at the beach and watch the fireworks with him)
  • Despite this, Keith couldn’t help to feel a real connection to Lance, one he never felt before. He noticed little things about Lance that others didn’t really see. Even more, Lance seemed to notice little things about him too that no one ever had. He felt almost like electricity going through him whenever he was with Lance, but seemed to him that Lance was only interested in being brothers with him. So, he did what he always did, bury everything deep inside of him.    
  • One day Keith couldn’t sleep cuz nightmares, and he hadn’t really made any other connections other than Lance, but he couldn’t go to Lance since he always refused to see him at night when he decided to sit at the beach.
  • There, he saw a tail moving in the shallow part of the water. A tan back feeding into beautiful scales that were different shades of blue which were glistening in the moonlight, and Keith felt his breath was taken away. Almost like he was on autopilot, he moved towards the water, with the pure intention to touch.
  • When he entered the water, the mermaid quickly turned around. Keith was met with Lance, in his mermaid merman(?) form.
  • Before Lance could swim away, Keith grabbed his arm, eyes begging silently for him to stay, to which Lance relented. Keith moved a hand to hover over Lance’s tail, asking for permission to touch, which Lance nodded, a pink blush dusting his cheeks.
  • Once Keith touched the scales on Lance’s tail, a sudden prickling feeling was felt in the back of his head and surged forward like a sea storm hitting land. Keith passed out.
  • Keith dreamt of Lance, but not now Lance. Lance back in the 1950′s Havana streets dancing to the rhythmic sounds of cumbia, twirling around a little girl, who was giggling wildly. Lance in what looks like 1920′s California, hair blowing in the wind as he drove a convertible down the beach. Lance back in the 1450′s Dominican Republic, decked out in royal jewelry sitting on a high throne, overlooking a festival.
  • When Keith woke up, he was laying in bed made with fine sheets, that he quickly recognized as Lance’s room. “You’re awake!” Lance came into his view, brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry. “What the hell was that?”
  • Keith was gathered into a family meeting with the leads (Lance’s Parents) of the pod. This is where he learned that shapeshifters live much longer than humans know, almost 15 times longer than a human lifespan. And that they have pre-destined soulmates, to which he was Lance’s. Even though he was human, he was just reborn again and again, and every time he and Lance fell in love with each other without fail.
  • Lance had found Keith when he was fighting someone in the alleyway and just knew that he was the one he was looking for. Somehow they pulled the strings that Keith came to them. Lance had kept somewhat of a distance because he wanted to know his soulmate once again, and for Keith to fall for him again. Seeing him at night and sharing a moment in his other form would bring those memories back, and Lance had wanted Keith to love him out of his volition. (Which he did, even if he didn’t admit it)
  • Keith and Lance then continued on in their relationship, growing and relearning of each other. In a way, it made so much more sense as to why Keith got so close so quickly, he had always known lance.
  • Keith then met Lance’s other shapeshifting friends. Shiro, a feline shapeshifter to which he got along with famously, Hunk (his best friend) a werefox, and Pidge a werewolf, along with Allura and Coran who were mermaids part of another pod.
  • One night, Keith and Lance cuddled into bed, Keith quietly asked: “What happens when I die?” “If I’m still alive, you’ll enter the cycle for reincarnation, but I don’t plan to live without you anymore.” Lance refused to say anymore after that.
  • Keith and Lance lived together until Keith grew gray and old, passed away in his sleep. then Lance slipped into the rolling waves of an angry ocean and was never seen again…

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The Abandoned Sanzhi UFO houses, New Taipei City, Taiwan The Sanzhi UFO houses were futuristic pod-shaped buildings built in 1978 which were then abandoned a couple of years later. They were (and still remain) a great area of interest worldwide due to their architecture and the mysterious and tragic deaths that occurred during their construction. The buildings were fully demolished in 2010 and the site is now being converted into a seaside resort and water-park.

I’m a sucker for big wheels at the best of times but OOOOOO-WEEEEEEE would you take a look at this bot?

Move over slugfest, there’s a new colour combo on the block and it’s making me weak. Whether they’re a teacher or a clinician, this beautiful Camien has certainly caught my eye. Like you can just imagine being there, about to find out if the Camien equivalent of your first born child survived the creation process, as Rainbow Rob saunters over looking like Prowl at a fire-themed birthday party to deliver the life-changing news. I just get the feeling that  the Gradient Gremlin comes straight into work from her part-time job as a Dulux colour chart - and hot damn does she pull it off! It’s so sophisticated, it’s a little bit of colour in what must be quite a dim job. You still look and just think “she means business” and you can’t fault that professionalism. 

As for an alt-mode prediction, I’m not 100% sure. You see the size of those tyres and you think off-road but the grooves say otherwise. Maybe an ex-military off-road armoured vehicle, notice the fuel tank/missile pod-esque shapes on her shoulders. Maybe she invested in some sportier tyres for her city job. The winch looking back kibble definitely makes me think rough terrain but it looks like the actual rope is missing which supports the idea of a career change.

Whatever her story I think this bot is beautifully interesting and interestingly beautiful- if this is a sign of the level of detail in background bots that Lost Light has in store for us then I’m a very happy petro-rabbit.

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Queen Anne’s Lace House, Perinton, New York, 1970-72.

James H. Johnson, architect

Often nicknamed ‘pod house’ or ‘mushroom house,’ the complex consists of four living pods plus a fifth open-air deck. The pods, inspired by the shape of Queen Anne’s Lace, are connected with passageways and tunnels lined with Gaudi-esque mosaics. Marguerite Antell, one of the original owners, mentioned that she loved looking in any direction to see birds flying past her windows.

turntechgiraffegod  asked:

Can you do a companions react to being the ones to find sole inside the vault and being the ones to release them?

Wooooo first reaction request and these are LONG!  I hope I did alright, I’m not too familiar with Curie and Cait but I did my best.

Piper: Piper was out looking for the next big scoop for her newspaper.  Stories in Diamond City were starting to get old; it’s time she branched out and started covering the entire Commonwealth.  She found her way up to Sanctuary Hills, a place inhabited only by a quirky Mr. Handy bot named Codsworth, and eventually found her way to vault 111.  As she was lowered into the vault, so many feelings rose up in her: excitement, anxiety, elation, paranoia.  Maybe there were a ton of friendly vault dwellers!  But what if Gunners were already squatting here instead?  Or there could be nothing but food, antiques, and vintage literature!  But then… what if a Deathclaw got stuck down here?  The elevator hit the bottom, and as she snuck around she was relieved to find that the place was empty. Or so she thought; some of the giant pods that were in the two main rooms actually had people inside of them. REAL people.  Piper’s face went pale as she stood eye-to-eye with some of the people in the pods.  Some of them looked peaceful, happy almost.  But some looked as though terror had frozen on their faces, eyes open and crystallized with ice and blue lips left whispering something no one would ever know.  One of the pods at the far end of one of the rooms, unlike the rest, had a blinking button on a panel next to it.  Her curiosity got the better of her, and she pushed it with a shaky finger.  The pod opened with a hiss, and the person inside fell forward, knocking Piper onto the ground while muttering things she couldn’t understand.  She wriggled out from under Sole and backed away on her elbows, staring wide-eyed at this… relic from another time.  “Woah!  Hey! Are you okay?” Sole didn’t respond, only coughed while they braced themselves on their knees and forearms.  “Hey?  Can you understand me?” She propped herself up a bit more, her brief bout of terror being replaced by curiosity and excitement.  Sole nodded while they coughed and cleared their throat, turning their head to look at the brown-eyed journalist.  She began to feel a smile creep across her face.  “The name’s Piper, pal. Piper Wright… mind filling me in?”

Nick:  A strange, older man, seemingly untouched by the hardships and horrors of this world, had come into Nick’s office with a request of finding a person trapped in a vault in the north.  The man didn’t offer much information, other than some sort of riddle-sounding quip about how this person was from a time long ago and that they were what would determine the fate of the Commonwealth.  Despite a voice in the back of his mind telling him this was a waste of time, Nick left Ellie in charge of the office while he traveled north.  He found the vault near Sanctuary Hills, and upon seeing how empty it was upon entering, he was thoroughly convinced he’d been duped.  Some guy was probably getting his jollies on the idea of Nick wasting so much time, effort, and resources to travel to some dumb abandoned vault for no damn reason other than the potential of a chase.  He strolled through the hallways, shaking his head and muttering occasionally as the annoyance flashed in his yellow eyes.  Then he saw them.  The pods.  The people.  This was… wrong.  Who would do this?  Were they alive?  Were they dead?  Memories from old Nick resurfaced, new research being conducted in cryogenics; freezing people alive so that they could wake up in the future; VaultTec, prepare for the future!  Old Nick thought it was crazy, and it still was.  Most of these people looked frightened.  He wasn’t sure which one of these people were who he was looking for, but it didn’t matter; none of the buttons seemed to respond on the control panels.  He sighed, lit a cigarette, and tipped his hat down over his eyes as he leaned back against a control panel.  The cryo pod whirred to life, hissing and letting out steam as the glass door rose, prompting more than a little jump from Nick.  He saw Sole falling forward, and quickly stepped to catch them before they hit the ground.  They were coughing and gasping for breath.  “Hey, kid, y’alright?” Their hand was covering their mouth as the coughed, and as they nodded and opened their eyes, panic fell across their face as they forced their hands up and pushed Nick away, scrambling to get as far away as possible.  At first he was confused, but then remembered the mysterious man’s comment about how this person was from another time; now it made sense.  “Hey, uh… look, I know this must be a shock, but-“ “STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Sole was still reeling from the death of their spouse and Shaun’s disappearance, and now there was a gray man dressed like a noire detective with half of his skin falling off and glowing yellow eyes staring him down.  None of this seemed real.  Nick nodded with understanding, stood straight, and raised both hands as he took a few steps back.  “Look, kid, I don’t know how else to say this, but I think you’re best bet at surviving right now is with me.  I want to help.” “Don’t give me that shit!” Sole screamed, “Leave me the hell alone!”  Nick nodded again.  Sole scrambled up to their feet, and made a dash for the door.  Nick sighed and tried to follow, being sure to keep his distance.  He felt bad for Sole, they had no idea what they were getting into with this new world.  He kept an eye on them, making sure to keep them out of danger’s way.  Although it took a while, Sole did come to begin to trust this strange gray man with golden eyes when he saved their life more than once.

Danse:  Danse’s team got orders from Maxson to check local vaults for any prewar tech they might have sheltered.  Scribe Haylen and Knight Rhys had set up post at a local settlement, formerly known as Sanctuary Hills.  Danse went out scouting to try to locate the vault, and ended up entering it by himself to prevent his comrades from being injured or potentially ambushed within the confined space.  He was relieved to find it abandoned, only occupied by dust and cobwebs.  At face value the vault didn’t appear to have anything astounding; the vault door controls were the same as any other, and the halls were shockingly bare.  Upon entering one of the cryogenic rooms, the edges of his mouth twitched up a bit in a mix of contentment and pride; the Brotherhood hadn’t seen tech like this before, and he couldn’t wait to bring Haylen and Rhys down here to see it for themselves.  People were frozen inside of these weird egg-shaped pods, unmoving but not decayed.  A brief thought of putting a Gwinnett Ale in one of those pods crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.  He walked past a row of them, peering into the frosty windows of each, and when he reached to the end of the line and saw Sole’s distressed expression he got a little uneasy.  Everyone else had either looked peaceful, maybe a little frightened, but generally at ease.  This person had looked like they went in the pod with a fight, kicking and screaming.  He leaned his laser rifle up against the control panel absentmindedly to look closer at Sole, and the rifle had pushed on the release button.  The pistons started hissing to life and steam exited the pod as the glass rose, and Danse took a few heavy steps back in shock.  Sole fell forward, hitting their head off of his power armor, and rolled to the ground.  Danse took a side step toward his rifle, hand on the barrel and ready to pick it up, before he talked to Sole.  “Who are you?”  Sole managed to speak their name while they were coughing.  Danse looked around a bit to observe his surroundings, biting his lip a little in thought before looking back to Sole.  They looked human, they didn’t seem hostile… could generation 3 synths survive such an intense cold like that?  He extended a big clunky hand to help them onto their feet before introducing himself and explaining his position within the Brotherhood of Steel.  Upon hearing Sole’s story about being frozen by VaultTec, having their spouse murdered, and their need to find their kidnapped son, Danse offered any and all assistance he possibly could within the bounds of Brotherhood guidelines.

Hancock:  Hancock had fought off too many raiders and feral dogs for his liking.  He had to get away from Goodneighbor for a bit, let himself be who he truly was, and he knew the kind of world this was.  But he was in the middle of nowhere.  Barren trees and a shitty river was all he had seen, but rabid dogs and bloatflies and raiders were in surplus.  He desperately needed a chem break.  After climbing a pretty big hill, he spotted a worn down shack that he thought would be perfect, and upon making his way there the ground lurched beneath his feet.  He almost fell over as the platform started lowering, and he thought for a minute that maybe he had already had some chems without realizing it and this was just a weird ass trip.  Once he hit the bottom, he sauntered through the vault, whistling at some of the pods with frozen faces inside.  “Poor shits, wonder what happened to ‘em.”  He poked and slapped at the buttons on different control panels with no effect and shrugged, plopped down on the floor in the corner of the room, and pulled some Jet out of his pocket.  After a few hits he was feeling pretty good, and brought himself to his feet.  The room was spinning, and his balance was bad.  He fell against a control panel, and about lost his mind when one of the pods started pouring out steam and making some high pitched noises.  Sole fell out, and Hancock followed suit, throwing himself down beside them.  He had a big grin spread across his face as Sole turned to look at him before screaming at the top of their lungs.  “Hey man, chill, I got just what you need.” Sole didn’t even register that Hancock was speaking.  They were scrambling away, mouth gaped open and eyes tearing a bit as they stuttered, “z… z… ZOMBIE!”  They threw whatever objects close to them that they could find in his direction, missing him by at least a foot every time. Hancock’s smile fell as he groaned, rolled his eyes, and tossed his head back with enough momentum that the rest of him fell back to the floor again.  Sole took this opportunity to run out the door to escape.  “This is the worst trip ever,” he sighed as he fiddled through his pockets for more chems.

Cait:  She had managed to sneak away from the Combat Zone one night while Tommy was passed out.  She ran as far as she could, covering as much ground as she could, and kept a low profile for a long time.  She traveled north, as far away from the city as she could, to try to leave the area.  She had enough Psycho to last her a while, and she just wanted to be left alone.  She wanted to live out the rest of her days in solitude, however long that may be.  She passed through Sanctuary and climbed the large hill to find the conspicuous gear-shaped platform.  Her curiosity got the better of her.  She stepped on the platform and let herself be lowered down into the darkness.  She figured if she could get this platform to stay at the bottom of wherever it was they were going, she could just hide out down here on a constant Psycho high.  She was ready to fight to claim it, but was pleasantly surprised to find it empty.  The pods creeped her out, but she didn’t care.  None of those people stuck in those things could get out, so she figured she’d get used to it.  She gathered made herself comfortable in the corner of one of the cryo rooms, took a dose of Psycho, let it sink in, then tossed the canister away from her as far and hard as she could. It ended up hitting the release button on one of the pods, and she sat frozen with a confused expression on her face is it began to open.  Sole fell out, and Cait didn’t say or do a thing, just watched in disbelief as she watched this person grab at the glass of another pod and yell about getting someone named Shaun back.  When Sole began to take in their surroundings, they looked right at Cait with just as much disbelief as she had been feeling, and they both muttered a small “hey” to each other before Sole began to ask if she knew were the people who had taken Shaun had gone.  She shook her head and watched as Sole made their way out of the room, and suddenly feeling some sort of… vague compassion or something akin to it wash over her. She quickly got to her feet as she called after them.  “Hey, wait, you can’t be goin’ out there by yerself!”

Preston:  After their escape from the museum, Preston and his companions had made their way to Sanctuary Hills, where Mama Murphy swore it would be safe.  She also spoke of a nearby cave of some sorts with a person who would be crucial to bringing the Minutemen back into action for the Commonwealth.  While Preston was usually disappointed with Mama Murphy’s chem use and her ‘visions’, she had effectively brought them to their new settlement and he was a bit hopeful about her promise of the Minutemen’s revival.  Frequently, he would scout the surrounding areas under the guise of keeping their settlement secure.  He found the vault entrance, and although he was uneasy, he entered it with hopes of this being the “cave” Mama Murphy had mentioned.  He was disheartened when the vault was uninhabited; his voice echoed through the halls.  He decided to look around for supplies anyway, and found the cryo pods.  A little bit of panic ran through him as he rushed to try to get every single pod open; he wanted to save these people.  As more and more of the pods refused to open, he begrudgingly slowed his pace, shaking his head after every failed attempt to open the pods.  When the final one finally whirred to life and began to open, he didn’t know what to do with himself.  He watched as Sole fell forward, and rushed to catch them.  Sole gasped for breath in his arms, coughing in between every ragged breath, and Preston attempted to console them, rubbing and patting their back. “Hey… there, there, you’re doing alright.  You’re going to be alright.”

Dogmeat:  A band of raiders took over the Red Rocket Truck Stop, so Dogmeat had been wandering around the outskirts of Sanctuary Hills for a few days.  The poor little pup about had the life scared out of him when the ground he was walking on started lowering without warning.  He navigated the halls of vault 111 slowly and cautiously, keeping low to the ground and growling deeply every now and then to try to scare off anything that might be lurking in the shadows.  As he was walking between a row of cryo pods, a radroach dropped from the ceiling right in front of him, causing him to yelp and jump in the air.  His butt hit the release button on the control panel and Sole fell out of the pod, stepping forward with a lot of force and crushing the radroach.  Dogmeat barked with joy, and they’ve been inseparable since.

Strong:  Strong doesn’t even know how or why he entered this vault.  There was no way the milk of human kindness could be here, this was stupid.  Nothing but big bug pods with tiny, weak humans in them.  Still, he searched the vault to find nothing, and grew frustrated with himself.  He lost his patience and started thrashing about, throwing what he could and breaking everything in his path.  In his bout of fury and frustration, he had broken the control panel for Sole, leaving them to be left in the cryogenic pod for the rest of eternity.

X6-88:  This wasn’t really a big deal for X6; Father had sent him out specifically for this task, and he had treated it like any other.  He did find it odd that he was retrieving a human rather than a refuge synth, but Father had stressed the importance that this subject be retrieved safely and treated with care.  X6 pressed the release button on the control panel next to Sole’s cryogenic pod, and caught them as they tumbled out.  Sole was in hysterics, still in shock from seeing their spouse murdered and their child kidnapped, and immediately went on the offensive, taking several swings at the courser.  He dodged a few swings before catching their fist, staring them in the eyes, and calmly saying “I’m here to help you.”

MacCready:  MacCready had no idea why he was letting himself be lowered into this hell hole.  He hated vaults, couldn’t trust them.  Nothing but bad things came from vaults, yet here he was, following what was probably another dead end to try to find a cure for his son.  He cautiously navigated the vault, peering around corners and checking every nook and cranny before advancing further.  Nothing was getting the better of him in here.  The cryogenic pods gave him another reason to hate vaults; they were downright creepy.  It looked like people were stuck inside of them, and he had assumed they were all dead, but their faces still carried emotions and movement.  He shuddered at some of the faces and decided to try to avoid looking at them, but a flashing red light caught his eye.  Only one of the pods had a blinking red button beside it.  He shook his head and sighed at himself.  “I shouldn’t be doing this… why am I doing this?” he asked himself in a shamed tone as he reached for the button.  He gripped his gun a little tighter as the pod opened.  He could feel his muscles shake and his gut turn with anxiety; this situation didn’t feel bad but it was… weird.  Someone stumbled out of the pod, wearing a skin-tight blue and yellow suit with “111” embroidered on the back.  They continued to stumble forward, coughing out names as they reached the glass of another pod.  MacCready looked around a little before looking back at Sole, feeling uneasy.  He cleared his throat to get their attention.  Sole looked at them with a spot of fear before stepping towards them.  “Do you know who did this?” they asked, “do you know who took my son? Please…” MacCready felt his heart drop.  He had only known this person for a few seconds, but he already sympathized with them.  They both had sons that needed saving, but maybe this stranger had a better chance at saving their son than him.  “No,” he murmured, “I don’t, but I’ll be dam- …darned if I don’t help you find him.”

Curie: Curie had been exploring the wasteland at random, avoiding trouble where she could but also researching at every opportunity.  Although there was nothing left to do in her vault home, she did miss the safety and predictability of it.  The wasteland was an unforgiving place, and statistics she had calculated had shown she had beat the odds by remaining alive with minimal combat experience.  She wanted another vault to live in, honestly; a new one with new possibilities.  Nothing she had come across in her travels, however, had led her to discover such a place.  She eventually found a quiet settlement called Sanctuary Hills, where another robot of the same design as herself was caring for the land and structures.  He was friendly, and she was ecstatic to have met someone like herself, although he wasn’t exactly the intellectual type.  Upon hearing about her desire to find a new vault to study, he told her about a nearby vault, vault 111, that should be somewhere in the nearby hills. She hurried off to find it, and was thoroughly ecstatic when she found the entrance.  The cryogenic pods she found were exquisite!  There were pristine samples of humans with no detectable radiation damage within them, perfectly suspended.  She could set up an autopsy table to learn more about the human anatomy and its more visceral aspects, perhaps even obtain some tissue samples and study more of the microbiology that was prevalent before the great war.  She tried to utilize the controls on several panels to no avail, until she successfully opened the pod that Sole had been suspended in.  Sole stumbled out, coughing and gasping for breath.  “Oh!  You’re alive!”  She circled around them in a bit of excitement, offering a stimpak for the person who seemed to be struggling to survive.  “You must tell me everything you know about this technology, I cannot find any manuals anywhere, it is most discouraging.”

Codsworth:  Codsworth had no idea where the vault that mum, sir, and baby Shaun went to was located, and for years he was in denial about what had actually happened.  He tried his hardest to keep the house pristine, eagerly awaiting their return from some sort of grand vacation, but eventually his spirit broke.  He began to roam the neighborhood, calling out for them, neighbors, anyone.  He eventually got brave enough to start roaming the outskirts of Sanctuary Hills, searching for the fabled vault that they might be located in.  One day, after following a beaten path, weaving between trees, and reaching the top of the largest hill astride their precious home, he saw it.  The rusted fence, the decrepit helicopter, the small control shack falling to shambles.  He entered the vault, yelling as loudly as he could for mum, sir, Shaun, or anyone that could hear him, but got no response.  Then he saw them… the pods.  He peered into each one, seeing the lifeless faces of people from his past.  He wailed a bit, thinking this awful fate fell to his most beloved companions, and the wailing grew when he found Sole sitting in a frozen state.  He didn’t care anymore; he started to swing his arms out and let his anguish from the past centuries flow freely.  It was then that one of his arms had hit the release button on the control panel without his knowledge; Sole stumbled out, coughing, confused.  “C-Codsworth?  What’s going on?”  Codsworth stopped in the midst of his thrashing to stutter in disbelief before finally expressing his outright jubilation that they were safe.

Deacon:  Desdemona had sent him out to gather intel on some of the vaults in the Commonwealth to see if they would be suitable for safehouses.  So far, he had found one vault still inhabited by vault dwellers that he didn’t want to disturb too much, and another vault that seemed to have more gunners than he cared to handle.  He traveled farther north to investigate a rumored vault 111, and was pleased to find it empty.  There wasn’t much room to work with really, but he thought they could make it work.  The pods were a bit creepy though.  Kind of alien almost, and it made his skin crawl.  He had played around with the control panel for one of the pods and just gotten something that sounded like an error noise, so at his leisure he played around with a few more. They didn’t seem to work, but there was no harm in checking them just to be sure.  He wanted to make a run for it when one of the pods started hissing and cracking open; he was so used to nothing happening that this made him nervous.  There was nowhere to hide, so he hopped behind another cryogenic pod and hoped for the best.  Sole fell out onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air, and Deacon peeked around with wide eyes and raised brows to look at them.  They were crawling forward, yelling ‘Shaun’ and a name he couldn’t quite understand at another pod, reaching for the glass and… crying?  Deacon wasn’t sure what to do, so he quietly exited the room and entered the Overseer’s room to wait for Sole to gather themselves.  He’d talk to them then, and offer any assistance he could while trying to recruit them for the Railroad’s causes.

My Brother's Last Words

So here’s a totally productive use of a snow day. I’ve had this idea in my head for… a while and knew I had to get it out eventually. Well, here it is and I hope ya dig it! (By the way, this assumes Betrayus and the others becoming ghosts after their execution wasn’t actually intended, and the claim that it was is actually something of a government cover-up. I can seriously back up this theory go on ask me how)

Fandom: Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures
Characters: Betrayus and Stratos Spheros
Warnings: Death of a character who’s already dead in canon.
Summary: Minutes before his execution, Commander Betrayus’s last request is to speak to his brother one more time…
Words: ~1700

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Herb of the Week-Lotus

Common names

Bean of India
Indian Lotus
Lotus
Sacred Lotus
Sacred Water Lotus

The aquatic plant family Nelumbonaceae comprises two species and one of them is Nelumbo nucifera. Currently, the recognized name of this species is Linnaean binomial Nelumbo nucifera, which is classified under its several earlier names, including Nymphaea nelumbo and Nelumbium speciosum. This is a perennially growing aquatic plant. When the conditions are favourable, the seeds of this plant continue to be viable for numerous years. It is amazing to note that the oldest seeds of lotus that germinated successfully are those that were 1,300 years old and picked up from the dry bed of a lake located in the north-eastern part of China.

There are several instances where the lotus has wrongly been referred to as the water lily (belonging to plant family Nymphaea), a completely dissimilar plant that is evident from the flower’s center that does not have the structure that later on develops into a characteristic rounded seed pod in the case of Nelumbo nucifera (water lotus).

The roots of the lotus plant are firmly set in the mud or wet dirt and it gives out elongated stems. The leaves of the plant are attached to these long stems. While the lotus flowers are at all times found above the surface of the water, sometimes even the leaves can be seen floating on the water. The flowers are large, gorgeous and aromatic and they open in the morning. By the afternoon, the petals begin to fall.

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The City of Lights

This is to good not to share. This was submitted thru our Facebook page and thought why not share it here.  

We Tow Alien Experience: “I was in St Pete Florida in 1977 as a child of 7 years old I was taken aboard a craft that was round by two beings I thought were angels. It was a male and female. They had blonde hair and blue eyes and wore white roads. I was terrified at first and even still have nightmares about the feeling of terror being taken up into the air with them into the craft. After I was inside they were talking to each other in thoughts but I could not understand them even though I heard the thoughts. They were kinda arguing and using a star map hologram thing with their fingers. Then they put me in a clear shaped egg pod and shot me through space. I remember the streaks of light going past me and then there was nothing.

I next remember being taken by the hand by the male and we were in an observation tower that was clear and round. It overlooked the MOST BEAUTIFUL city that I called “The City of Light” because it shined upwards. The buildings were made from quartz crystal. I was told they made their own energy from the weight and they were super strong. All the energy from people walking and doors sliding and EVERYTHING was re-captured and taken into the base of the giant quartz buildings to be reused. They had transparent walkways very high where people with white robes were going between buildings. There was such joy and peace and they had a river running around the city and down through the middle with green mountains in the background. The man, who looked like an older teen really, told me I was to remember everything I saw and share it with others, and that Earth was supposed to be like this place. Something went wrong though and messed up the plans. But it was not too late and we could have our own City like this if we worked together to make it. I asked if I was in Heaven but he said no.

Then I only remember waking up standing outside in the yard and could not get in the house because the door was locked. My dad heard me and yelled at me asking how I got outside. I told him what I saw. He told me never to talk about it, but I told anyone who would listen because I was told to and it was such a wonderful place.

Many years later my niece had a similar experience that freaked out my brother big time. I live away from family and never told my nieces about my experience. She was taken on a ride through the streets of the City of Light. She called it that on her own which triggered my brother to ask me about it. The next time our family got together we were talking about it and my dad started to cry. He said that he also saw that place when he was 7 and thought his whole life it was Heaven because of the beautiful music. My niece lit up and said she heard the music too! I did not because I was up in the tower. But my niece and dad were comparing noted and very excited. My dad insists he saw Heaven, and they both said the streets were pure gold and clear. Anyway, seeing videos on UFOs today just added another confirmation pin to what I know happened in real life and was not just a dream. This is all 100% absolute truth.”

The day before

Happy Halloween Klaroliners. Don’t worry, this story is angst free. 


When waking up on a weekday morning; there was a very short list of things Klaus Mikaelson liked to see.

The time of his phone telling him he had at least another hour or two of sleep.

A blue sky that promised, if not a warm day, at least a bright one.

His beautiful girlfriend curled up beside him.

What he didn’t like to see was anything unpleasant. That was a pretty long list already but when he woke up that Thursday morning, the list had to become one item longer.

And the new number one?

A severed head floating an inch above his face.

Admittedly, he might have screamed a filthy curse word as he threw himself backwards, scrambling as far away from the unwelcome intruder on his sleep.

He’s half hanging off the bed when the head flickers out of existence and he’s left wondering where it went before his brain catches on to the fact that it must have been a hologram.

Which means…

“Sweetheart,” he gasped, “Why?”

Caroline came into the room with a wide smile of excitement, practically bouncing on her toes, “Did I scare you?”

She’d probably shaved a good decade or two off his life, certainly she’d bloody woken him up.

He puts a hand to his severely overstrained heart and feels it racing like he’d just run a bloody marathon, which he likely would have done if the disembodied head had decided to give chase.

“Yes, you did,” he admits, and she smiles in satisfaction, tapping her finger to her holodeck before padding across the room, kissing him on the lips as she goes past.

“Is there a reason you wanted to scare the living daylights out of me?” he grouches as he follows her downstairs to the kitchen where she already had a pot of tea sitting on the counter,

“I am preparing for Halloween,” she answers, pouring him a cup of vervein tea that he would drink only out of love for her. “It is a tradition to dedicate this day to terrifying people, is it not?”

Ah.

He checks the time on the oven and tries to figure out how to accurately explain Halloween in five minutes or less to his girlfriend.

“Some people like to be absolutely terrified,” he begins, “Some just like to eat lots of candy, put on stupid costumes and get drunk.”

Caroline sips on her tea and frowns, “I thought only children wore the costumes? And four months ago, you said children aren’t allowed alcohol.”

Right.    

He sucks on his lips and tries again, “Some adults wear costumes as well, they’re the ones that get drunk, the kids go from door to door and we give them candy.”

She opens her mouth- probably to remind him about the time he told her not to give candy to children on the street and he can feel his brain already beginning to throb in protest.

“I’ll explain it all when I get home from work,” he promises, “In the meantime…don’t actively try to terrify people alright?”

She frowns and huffs, her shoulders dropping but wraps an arm about his shoulders anyway, bringing him forward so she can press his cheek to hers, rubbing them together and he feels the tiny papillae on her skin tickling his own.

“May you come home safely.” She chirps as she picks up her tea and heads to her home office, probably to send a message back home.


Klaus waited until he was stuck in traffic and bored out of his brain before making the call. Sheriff Forbes knew his number so when she actually answered instead of sending him to voicemail, he found himself suspicious.

His suspicions were confirmed when he could hear the amusement in her voice,

“Morning Mikaelson,” she chuckled, “How’s your day going so far?”

He glowered at the car in front of him, “You were bloody in on it, weren’t you?”

She laughs and he hears the creak as she leans back in her chair, “Who do you think gave her the idea of the severed head? She wanted it to be a ghost but I managed to convince her otherwise.”

“Right,” he grumbles, “No point in asking why you’re getting such pleasure out of this…”

“Consider this a small part of the payback for almost your every waking moment from the time you hit thirteen until you realized you would be tried as an adult.” She warns and he has a brief flashback to the time he’d found the location to old police department septic tank, dug down to the hatch and thrown cherry bombs in.

To this day he’s still surprised that she let him live.

“I do need your help, however,” he continues, “Caroline’s holodeck gave her a version of Halloween that we’re going to need to flesh out a little bit.”

The Sheriff hums and he can practically see her shrug, “Nah, I like the thought of her dedicating the weekend to scaring you senseless.”

“Oh yes, what a brilliant idea,” he deadpans, “Let’s have the alien running around terrifying folk, that won’t harm Earth-Martian relations at all.”

He sees the light turn green up ahead and presses the pedal gently, “Mystic Falls nearly rioted when her hatch-brother started working in the hospital and he spends his days literally curing cancer patients and rebuilding spinal cords, what d’you think they’ll do if Caroline mistakes the spirit of the holiday?”

He knows he’s point when she grunts, “Okay, I’ll try and talk to her, maybe get her to spread the word through the alien grapevine.”


It had been two years prior when the question, ‘Is humankind alone in the universe?’ had been rather rudely answered by spaceships landing in Iceland.

Martian spaceships.

As it turned out, Mars could sustain life, only the life wasn’t on the surface, hadn’t been for centuries but had rather gone underground, building entire cities with technology that ensured that they wouldn’t need to venture to the dusty surface.

The Martians had been somewhat aware of Earth for a while but had waited until they were ready to make contact and doing so in the manner they thought best suited to preventing widespread panic.

They had bioengineered humanoid creatures to resemble homo sapiens and- mining information from the International Space Station- had sent them to Earth to make contact.

It had been a shock for humanity, but many countries had allowed the aliens to stay, which was in no small part to the fact that they were amazingly attractive and had first mistaken diamonds for the main form of currency and used handfuls of the gem to buy anything from packs of gum to houses.

They had also brought technology that had changed the world for the better, advancing medicine by decades, reducing carbon footprints to nearly zero and methods of food production that drastically reduced waste and ensured that every country was able to feed every single citizen if they wished.

Many still didn’t but that was a work in progress.

Which most of the Martians were taking part in.

A year after contact, another spaceship had appeared in the sky and sent down hundreds of egg shaped pods, to every country in the world where a Martian would represent the intergalactic partnership, except there had been a lightning storm over America that day, so the pod that was supposed to have landed in Washington D.C had crashed down in Mystic Falls, Virginia.

Klaus had been at work in Richmond that day but had received updates every five minutes from his brother Kol, who had skipped school and signed Henrik out of hospital to see the pod.

That was when they’d seen Caroline, who had been pulled from the wreckage by the Sheriff.

Of course, her name hadn’t been Caroline then, but it was the closest humans could get to pronouncing her name so she’d chosen it and rather than get the hell out of Mystic Falls and gun it straight to D.C- like any politician would have done- she’d declared that it must have been fate that had landed her there and stuck around.

She had moved in with Sheriff Forbes and taken her last name, trying to pay rent in diamonds before the woman had insisted on greenbacks.

The Mikaelson family home was next door to the Sheriff and it had only been a matter of time before Klaus had met Caroline.

Unfortunately, he’d first met her when she had been fixing Henrik’s broken spine- on the front lawn because on Mars it was apparently a procedure so easy it could be done anywhere in under an hour and with little more than a few scary looking instruments that had made Klaus think that she was cutting her brother open to eat him.

Even more unfortunately, Caroline’s grasp of the American and British vernacular had been advanced enough at this point that she’d understood exactly the words he had used and some of the less flattering things he’d called her.

But when Henrik had walked for the first time in three years, when he had run and kicked a ball and climbed a tree, Klaus had dedicated all his spare time to moving them past that first encounter.

He hadn’t meant to fall for her, but she had such a light, such a strength and kindness to her that he couldn’t resist.

It hadn’t been easy, for one thing, kissing wasn’t something Martians did, preferring to rub cheeks as a form of endearment but that was an easy barrier to overcome, especially because Caroline had a rough tongue that made kissing and other mouth related activities amazing. But human-alien relations weren’t something many people were willing to accept.

His brother Finn declared him as good as dead to him.

His siblings congratulated him on having achieved such a feat.

He and Caroline had moved in together around the six-month mark.


Marcel was one of the friends that Klaus had managed to keep after word had got around that he was dating Caroline, but because the bastard had laughed so loudly when he’d found out about Klaus’ morning, he had forcibly invited him home for dinner, deciding that he personally would cook.

For someone new to Earth, Caroline’s cooking skills were far too nice to be shared with his mates. 

Except when he pulls up to his house in Mystic Falls, it was to find it almost unrecognizable.

The front lawn had been transformed into a haunted graveyard, fake tombs dotted across the grass with arms and legs protruding from the dirt, cobwebs floating in the breeze and at least two zombies climbing up towards the chimney.

“Wow!” Marcel murmured from the passenger seat, “She did all this in one day?”

Klaus climbs out of the car just as a costumed Henrik comes bounding out the front door towards him, “Hey Nik!” he shouts, “Look!”

He turns in a circle, “Caroline dressed me up as an alien for Halloween! She said that I can’t look like a real Martian and she and her hatch-mates weren’t ever kids but she and I made the fake tentacle things for my face and she said she might even let me borrow her holodeck for the night!”

Klaus wraps an arm around Henrik’s shoulders, “You look great mate,” he tells him, “Go show Finn, would you?”

See if his brother’s head exploded.

He leads Marcel inside to the kitchen where he can smell fresh baked cookies and sees a chocolate cake cooling on the counter decorated with marzipan bats and Caroline is running her finger in the air, scrolling through her holodeck to study a recipe for pumpkin pie.

She’s wearing a witch’s hat and little black dress that exposes miles of long leg and Klaus can’t resist wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in for a kiss.

“Hi,” she giggles, “So, Liz called me and told me how much fun Halloween was supposed to be, so I planned everything accordingly, what do you think?”

He thinks that he’s never really cared about Halloween.

He went trick or treating when he was younger and then babysat Kol and Rebekah until they were old enough to go on their own but after that, he’d maybe watch a scary movie if it was the weekend or otherwise go out drinking with his friends.

But this year? For Caroline?

He wonders if it’s too late to by a costume, hell, he can probably find some fake blood and go as a vampire, that’s easy. They can watch scary movies and eat enough candy to make them crave vegetables and swear off sugar for life.

For her, he’d celebrate this holiday as if it were Christmas.

He grins, “I think this’ll be the best Halloween ever!”

You’re Safe : Steve Rogers/Captain America (Part 3)

Author’s Note: Wowzers! It’s here! Ah! I would like to say again thank you for everyone voting for this series. I really do hope that you guys enjoy it! Also do know that this will mainly be Steve x Reader centered now. (Sorry Bucky, you’ll get your turn in February) 

If you haven’t read the first two parts, here are the links: 

You’re Safe (Part 1) and You’re Safe (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,198

Warnings: Blood

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It was a strange feeling, being trapped inside the pod. Sometimes you’d hear that man’s voice, Zola?

He would yell at his assistants whenever they would screw up. Sometimes you would hear him just sigh loudly. You had no idea how you were hearing anything. It shouldn’t have been possible for you to sense anything. But for most of time, it was like you were in a deep slumber.

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Alarms were blaring inside of the base. Guards and scientists were running for their lives, trying to escape from whatever was attacking their facility.

Luckily for Zola that he was in the most inner depths of the base. No one could enter without his permission. Yet it was to be an easy escape for whomever was in his inner ring.

“Sir! Vee are under attack!” A Hydra agent was panicking while trying to escort Zola out of the lab. He only scoffed at the young soldier.

“Don’t you zink zat I don’t know zat vee are under fire?” He looked towards the young man to see fear entrapping him still. Zola rolled his eyes, what a sorry excuse of an agent. “Zen let us go!” Zola packed up the rest of his research into his suitcase and proceeded to push at the agent.

He was stopped when the man turned around and pointed from behind him. “Sir, vat about zee girl?” Zola laughed at him and made his way towards the secret entrance door.

“Leave her, no one is going to ever find her.” He looked at your frozen body and laughed once more. “Plus, who vould look for some suppozedly dead prostitute.”

The agent looked at you and sighed, he raced over to Zola’s side and escaped. Leaving you in the secret room, the ice and dust were to be your new best friends.

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“So this is just some abandoned Hydra base?” Clint’s voice echoed through the eerily quiet Quinjet.

“Yes, there has been no reports of life entering or exiting from the facility.” The Captain answered. He was deep in thought from looking at the map of the base.

“Then why are we going to some ghost town base?” Clint kept pestering Steve with his questions. He sighed at looked at the archer.

“It’s been said in the files that a lead scientist, Arnim Zola, was conducting human experiments at this particular base. He might have left some research that could still be useful to this day. And if said research were to fall into the wrong hands, then it could mean another war at hand.” Clint nodded his head at Steve’s answer.

Everyone just wanted to get in and out. Find any research if possible and then head back home to relax. They haven’t had any breaks over the past year, from the invasion in New York, to other ‘mini’ battles across the globe. The Avengers were utterly beat and needed the rest.

“When will be arriving?” Nat looked up from reloading her guns. As much as she didn’t want to admit, she wanted to have that nice long rest right about now.

Tony turned around from the pilot’s seat to look at the fiery redhead. “We’ll be landing in five minutes, so gear up and be ready for anything.” The Avengers sighed respectively and got ready.

“Bruce, remember to stay on board, unless we call for Code Green, got it?” Steve looked back towards the doctor to see him nod his head. His attention then went back to the entrance of the Quinjet. “You ready, guys?” Everyone murmured their answers went to stand next to Steve.

“Showtime Capsicle!” Tony quipped, his hand landing on Steve’s shoulder, he could feel the coolness of the metal from Tony’s suit against his skin.

“Lets go.”

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Room after room, they all kept coming out with empty hands. The team was growing more and more frustrated through each passing minute.

They had found themselves to what it seemed to be the middle of the base.

“How about we take a break here?” Tony looked at all of his exhausted friends. They couldn’t form words at the moment so he settled for thumbs up and the nodding of heads.

“So, nobody found anything, huh?” Everyone turned their heads towards the archer. Glaring right at him, of course they haven’t found anything, he’s been with them the entire time! Tony laughed quietly to himself, he started to lean against the wall furthest from his teammates. He must have forgotten how heavy his suit was for when he fully rested it against the wall, he fell right through.

It was an entrance to… a lab? They all looked at Tony’s figure on the ground, he had a somewhat pained yet proud look on his face.

“Found something.”

Nat kicked his leg from his joking demeanor. It looked like a regular wall? How in the world did Tony find the right spot to lean on?

Steve and Thor helped Tony from the floor, dusting him off in the process. When he was all settled, the three gasped at the enormous room.

Old aged scientific equipment were found scattered about the room. There were two more doors lining the far right of them.

Clint hastily raised his hand, “I choose the left door first.” Steve turned around to see Nat punch Clint’s arm. He then shook his head playfully at the two. He silently lead them to the door, his hand was the first on the doorknob. Slowly he twisted his wrist to see that the door was unlocked. A bone-chilling creak echoed throughout the lab. Steve walked in first, his hand already finding the light switch. But what he saw made his skin crawl.

Blood stains were found throughout the room. An examination table was in the middle of the room, it had leather straps attached to it. They too were stained by blood. It made him feel sick, it reminded of him when he found Buck at that one base.

In the corner of the room was a strange looking chair. Metal was sticking to and fro from it, the straps connected to it also had blood.

Even though the blood was most likely decades old, Steve swore he could taste the metallic liquid in his mouth.

“Steve, we don’t need to be in this room any longer…” Tony coaxed him out of the dingy room. He followed him out, in time to see Nat walk into the second door.

“Steve!” Nat’s voice rang out into the main area. Everyone looked at him and then raced to Nat’s side. They walked in to see her standing in front of a pod shaped prison. “You guys need to look at this…” She tried to wipe away the frostbite and grime from your little window. But to no avail, she couldn’t get any of it to budge.

Clint walked over to her side to try and peer into the window. “Do you think someone is in there?” He tried to open the cryogenic chamber. Yet he couldn’t even get his fingers into the grooves of the machine.

“I guess it’s coming along for the ride.” Tony couldn’t help but joke at the tense situation.

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Fair warning before I post the next part… Might want to prepare some tissues or something <3

~Widow

It’s a familiar conversation in our house. When my husband dies, he wants to be cremated, with his ashes scattered in beloved locations ranging from the river behind our house to national parks including the Grand Canyon.

(Yes, I’m checking out the laws on this: the Grand Canyon requires finely pulverized ashes, Time magazine reports, “to avoid leaving any potentially alarming chunks of tooth or bone.”)

But me? I want to be buried in the earth. And I have a new goal: leaving behind the idea of a traditional coffin in favor of burial in a biodegradable egg-shaped pod in a curated forest.

I’ve just discovered this option, still in its design phase, so not actually available yet. Which is all right with me, since I hope not to need the pod too soon.

Would You Opt For An Organic Pod Burial?

Photo: Francesco D'Angelo and Adriano del Ferro/Courtesy of Capsula Mundi