#Clay Tertiary

[bonusdragons]

June 17, 2024:

Clay Tertiary, Auraboa, Ribbon.

Aspen of Quinfinite's clan!

[fantastic-fr-scries]

Snapper Female

Clay / Caramel / Marigold , Pinstripe / Flair / Sparkle

Arcane Uncommon

[sterling-starlight]

Flying Scotsman and The Sudrian Engines

Ah snap I'm back again. This is a direct sequel to Brother Mine because the worms are still in my brain and I'm in a discord server with a bunch of enablers.

In today's episode Scotsman is Totally Fine. Yup.

The air on Sodor was so crisp. Clear and fresh with the faintest touch of the sea. Scotsman loved his line back on the mainland -truly he did!- But the smog of modernization and the constant clamour of men and engines and diesels sometimes made it difficult to enjoy the joys of running on dry, smooth rails.  The Main Line on Sodor wasn't nearly as long as the ones Scotsman was used to (he didn't even need both his tenders; how delightfully quaint!) but there was so much to see! A charming little dock, a bountiful quarry and clay pit, he had even seen Stephenson’s Rocket puffing about, pulling an open coach of passengers who all ooohed and aahed as Scotsman thundered past. 

(Scotsman managed to speak to him one day while they were both at Tidmouth Station. He questioned how Stephenson’s Rocket could be happily trundling along on Sodor if he was supposed to be in the Science Museum. 

“Oho! So, you’ve met my replica? Ah, he’s a lovely lad, and those Manchester folks have taken good care of him. But I can assure you that I am the genuine article, my boy!”) 

It was no wonder Gordon loved this island so, despite all his grumblings to the contrary. Everywhere you looked there were fields of green and sandy yellow beaches. Rivers and streams and so many trees. Did they grow too close to the rails in some places? Perhaps so, but that was an easily solvable issue.  

“Perhaps I’ll follow my brother’s lead and move here rather than to a Heritage Railway once I’m retired from my Line.” Scotsman thought as he darted into a tunnel. He still had a good few years until that time came, more than enough to convince the old stuffed shirts back home. He emerged from the tunnel into the sparkling Sudrian sunlight, and his expression brightened when he saw Gordon on the rails beside him, up just a little way. It was odd that he was all the way out here with no train, but he was probably sulking because Scotsman had taken his express for the day. Such a silly engine, his brother was. 

‘Fuuuu-weeeee-tweeet!’ Scotsman whistled cheerfully. “Little brother~!” He trilled as he approached.  Gordon didn't respond. Ah. So, the cold smokebox saddle then, was it?  Scotsman tsk’ed and rolled his eyes fondly. “Honestly, Gordon, there's no reason to be this upset at me. It’s only-��

 Buh-whooom! 

Scotsman’s entire frame shook from the force of the explosion. His boiler dented inward with a deep, stained groan. He let out a strangled yelp as he was knocked off balance, one side scraping roughly across the ballast, smoke deflector screeching horrendously against the rails.  His smokebox rang like someone had struck the inside of it with a mallet. 

His crew-his passengers-

Gordon. 

Gordon!!

Scotsman blinked rapidly, vision swimming as panic bubbled in his cylinders.  He had skid diagnoally across the rails, coming to a screeching halt a few meters further up the line than he had last seen his brother.  He had fallen in a way that allowed him to see what exactly had become of him. 

No.

His boiler had bloomed like a horrifying, gruesome flower, sheets of metal curling back to reveal a writhing clump of tubes spilling out in every direction. His front end -what remained of it, had come off the rails. 

Nonono..!

His smokebox door has been blown open, hanging on by bent and destroyed hinges. An empty, gaping void stared Scotsman directly in the face, black smoke belching out from it.

PLEASE NO!

“-NO!”  Scotsman's eyes flew open with the strangled cry. A yelp came from his cab, but that was tertiary.  His eyes darted this way and that. A large shed with eight berth doors. A turntable. A line further up beyond the sheds. 

Sodor. This was Sodor. Tidmouth Sheds to be precise. Right. He had come to Sodor on loan while Gordon was being repaired. 

“Um,” a voice called out from his cab, leaning out. A young man with dirty blonde hair. “Sorry, did I do something wrong? I need to get your fire going for the day, but I’ve never been inside the cab of an A3 before, so…”

“No, no, lad. It's not anything you did. It’s just-” Scotsman breathed in deeply, focusing on the soothing warmth slowly spreading throughout his boiler. He donned his charismatic showman’s mask as easily as blinking. “Thank you for your service. I’ll be fine.” He gave a dazzling smile, even if the boy couldn't see it. The boy beamed before hopping down from Scotsman’s cab and heading towards the sheds.  The engine let out a breath once he was out of earshot. Nightmares had become an all-too-common occurrence in the week following The Great Railway Show. 

 Scotsman had been… carefully optimistic when he awoke to the sound of Gordon still breathing beside him. The engineers buzzed around him, assessing the damage.  The diagnosis left Scotsman feeling like someone had doused his fire with water from the Arctic. The damage was bad.  Gordon’s cab and firebox were beyond saving. Pulling the streamlining casing away revealed that some tubes had pierced through his boiler. The sight made Scotsman feel like he was going to be violently sick. Poor little Thomas let out an agonized howl at the sight.The Fat Controller listened stone-faced as the engineer listed off the extensive lists of repairs. Finally, the controller spoke.

“What if we overhauled him-”

Scotsman snorted, “Because that worked out so well the first time.”

“-into an A3?” The Fat Controller continued on as if Scotsman hadn’t spoken at all. “My father had meant to have it done ages ago, but unfortunately he was never able to get around to it. The engineer pondered, called over the work crew, and they discussed it amongst themselves for a while. 

“I’ could work.” The engineer said carefully. “‘S gonna be expensive, dough.”

“However much it takes. I’ll even call on some family friends in Doncaster, if that will help.” The Fat Controller said it with such conviction; Scotsman almost reconsidered his opinion of the man. Almost.   

“... Alrigh’.” The engineer said. “In de interim dough, y’don’ mind if my boys poke around, do ya Flyin’ Scotsman? T’get measuremen’s an’ drawin’s ‘fore de Doncaster lads ge’ here?”

“If it will help Gordon, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The Fat Controller had stepped away while the engineers were taking their measurements, poking and prodding and tapping and staring the hours away.  Thomas gently prodded him with questions for lack of any other distraction (What was America like? ‘Their railway laws are absurd.  He had to have a bell, and cowcatchers, and a headlamp- they all looked silly on him. But there was so much variety, even between cities less than a day away from each other, and states were like little counties into themselves.’  What was it like travelling across the ocean? ‘Long. Salt clogged his nose and dug into his joints and the smell of the ocean was only enjoyable for so long. He wouldn’t recommend it.’ Gordon has always said he was the first of Gresley’s pacifics; why did Scotsman call him ‘Little Brother’? ‘Ah. Well that, Thomas, was a story for another day. Preferably one where Gordon was awake so he could comment.’)

After a few hours The Fat Controller walked back in, looking drained but triumphant. “I realize I might not have any right to ask for a favor, Flying Scotsman,” he said carefully. “But I’ve just gotten off the phone with your owners, and they’ve agreed to loan you out to pull our express while Gordon is being repaired. You are welcome to decline, of course.” 

Scotsman blinked owlishly. “You're asking me if I want to take a job?” Even Thomas looked surprised, so this was something out of the ordinary indeed. 

The Fat Controller looked mournfully at Gordon and sighed. “I won't lie to you; Gordon's rebuild will be… costly. Having you pulling the express is all but guaranteed to increase revenue. However, I don't want you to think I’m holding your brother’s well-being over your head. I have a contingency plan in mind, and I will dip into my family’s personal bank account if I must, but … “ 

“I’ll do it.” Scotsman said firmly. He leveled a hard look down at the Fat Controller. “You keep your word and repair my brother, and I’ll pull whatever train you want.” 

And that was, in short, how the “Flying Scotsman Special” began. Gordon’s usual express line that, for an extra fee, would continue onto St. Pancras (a stipulation from his owners, apparently). A long, hard run to be sure, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.  His dream had been right about one thing: Sodor was growing on him. He closed his eyes and focused on the warmth slowly spreading through his boiler. Not too long after Henry puffed onto the turntable with a muted yawn. He looked over at Scotsman, brow furrowing.

“You slept outside again?” He questioned, keeping his voice down (although Scotsman doubted his voice could get that much louder). “You’re welcome to sleep in the sheds, you know..” 

“It’s not my spot to take.” Scotsman said simply, gaze lingering on the empty berth between Henry and James. He had attempted to sleep there on his first night, but the feeling of being haunted settled so deeply into his frames he could practically feel it clawing at him. More to the point, it seemed like every other night people would hand over ‘Get Well Soon’ gifts for the night crew to give to Gordon when he returned, flowers and cards and at least a dozen vinyl records. It would have felt wrong to intrude.  Scotsman quickly looked up to the sky and added, “I’m no stranger to sleeping in odd places. And besides, you can't see the stars on the mainland nearly as clearly as you can here. I quite enjoy sleeping under them.”  It reminded him of Great Northern and how she would stare longingly at the night sky, pointing out familiar constellations. Of Solario, whose enthusiasm put the warmth of the sun to shame.

Scotsman found himself thinking about his siblings more than he (to his shame) had in years, guilt and regret clawing the inside of his smokebox like a rabid beast.  But there was work to be done, and he couldn't be at his best if he constantly thought about the dead and dyi- no. Stop right there. Gordon was being repaired. Everything was going to be fine.  After this short reprieve, he gave Henry a winning smile. “I appreciate it, but you don't need to worry about me, chap.”  Henry’s mouth twisted into a frown, somewhere between unconvinced and concerned. Scotsman didn't like anyone being able to see through him so easily. Mercifully, Henry let the matter drop as he eased back into his berth and bid his crew goodnight. 

A few hours later Scotsman’s own crew came to collect him. He shook off the last dredges of mental fatigue as Fireman shoveled coal into his firebox.  As he puffed down to Tidmouth Station, he could smell coffee and eggs from inside his cab, and he chuckled. Fireman must have forgotten breakfast again and was making something quick on a coal shovel. He could hear Driver scold him, but Scotsman knew that he'd accept a tin mug of coffee sooner or later.  

He pulled into The Big Station to raucous applause, railfans from all across Britain squeezed onto the platform, armed with cameras and posters. He even spotted a few diecast models being held out for him to appraise. He smiled as wide as he could for the cameras, sliding his smoke deflectors back so the photographers could get a good shot of his smokebox. “Alright, Alright, everyone,” Scotsman chuckled, “Let's not dawdle now. We’ve got a long journey ahead of us.” Despite his request for order, it had taken quite a while for his train to be boarded. At least a third of the people on his platform weren't even there for his train, lingering as they got in those last few shots of him idle before the guardsman blew his whistle.

Knapford was slightly less overly stuffed, but only by a small margin. Percy the saddle tank sat on the second platform, all but fidgeting on his wheels as Phillip gleefully shunted coaches for him.  Percy had taken over Thomas’s line while the latter was away for repairs, and even after a week he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Scotsman whistled at him encouragingly as he rolled to a stop at the platform. Percy yelped anxiously, but squeaked out a whistle in return.  He had wanted to say something encouraging, but the opportunity was quickly snatched away from the flock of railfans on the platform, demanding pictures and shoving postcards into his cab for his crew to sign on his behalf. 

He passed Stephenson's Rocket as he raced towards Crosby Tunnel. The older engine, pulling a rack of open-topped tourists coaches tooted cheerfully at him. Scotsman felt his breath lodge itself somewhere between his smokebox and cylinders. This was almost… no. No, that had just been a dream. A preposterous one at that. He thundered towards the portal of Crosby Tunnel,  unable to stop himself from biting the inside of his bottom lip. It was just a dream. Gordon was at Crewe being worked on by some of the best people in the business.  Sudrian sunlight burned his eyes as he pulled out of the gloom of the tunnel, and he blinked. The line before him was clear on all sides, not a flash of blue to be seen.  He sighed in relief.

 “You good, Scotsman?” Fireman asked, leaning out from the cab window.  

“Perfectly fine, Fireman!” The engine chirped back. “Just… The sun was in my eyes. Nothing to worry yourself over.” Fireman hummed in contemplation before pulling himself back inside, giving Scotsman’s cabside a reassuring pat as he went.  He liked his Fireman well enough, but sometimes Scotsman wished he wasn't so… empathetic. Driver at least knew to keep their relationship professional. Fireman was like Henry and Edward, he could see through Scotsman's facade far too easily. 

Scotsman endeavored to make the rest of the run as flawless as possible, smiling for pictures until his cheeks hurt and withstanding camera flashes until spots lingered in his vision. His crew must have gone through six pens from all the autographs they signed, and Scotsman had seen diecast models of himself from every era of his life. Everywhere he went on Sodor he was met with adoring fans and raucous cheers, but…. But it felt so hollow.  He loved the people of England, and the people of England loved him back (enough to save him from the cutter’s torch no less than two times and fund this lovely new rebuild), but that endless output of love didn't give him peace. How could it, when every quiet moment he was allowed circled back to Gordon, sitting half dead in Crewe? 

I want to see my brother.

The thought shot through his smoke box like a bullet as he puffed across the Vicarstown bridge on his last run of the day.  His vision blurred -which was odd, it was a perfectly clear night- and he felt that thick, heavy clog in his tubes like he had at the Railway Show -odder still. He had a quick diagnostic run on him before he left Crewe, and he was completely fine. He blinked rapidly. Just focus on the job. Focus on getting these people home. That's what he was made for, after all. 

I didn't get to say goodbye to any of my other siblings. What if I miss my chance with Gordon? 

What if the Gordon who comes back from Crewe isn't Gordon, but an entirely new A3? 

What if? What if? What if?

He trembled to a stop to let his passengers out and endured the last few agonizing rounds of pictures and compliments and adoration that tasted like ash in his mouth.  He limped back to Tidmouth, vision still blurred. 

“Driver, Fireman, please stop. I think there’s something wrong.” Scotsman pleaded. His voice was so… weak. Quivering in a way that no Gresley Engine’s voice ever should.  Thank God-Or-Lady-Or-Whoever  this had happened when he had no passengers to entertain.  He was pulled off into a siding alongside a water tower.

“Everything looks fine in here,” Driver commented. He tapped a gauge lightly. “Your water level’s dropped a little, but-” 

“You must be reading it wrong!” Scotsman snapped. His voice cracked and something warm and wet slid down his cheek. There, see? He was leaking. Something was wrong. Fireman hopped out of his cab and walked towards the front of him. 

“Scotsman, you’re crying.” He said it so casually, like the suggestion wasn't so utterly absurd to even consider. 

“Balderdash,” Scotsman returned sharply. His vision blurred more. That foolish little man! Why wasn’t he listening to him? There was something wrong! Driver approached him as well, a reasonable person at long last. “Driver, tell him how ridiculous he’s being. You’ve worked with me longer than he has.” 

“No… no he’s right, Scotsman,” Driver said, an utter betrayal of Scotsman’s faith in him. “You are crying.” 

Betrayed and embarrassed by his own crew, as if this past week hadn't already been a living nightmare. “I’m The Flying Scotsman.” He said sharply (or, as sharp as he could, given that infuriating tremble in his voice). “I don't cry.” 

“Well, clearly you are now.” Driver said, undeterred.

 Fireman put a hand against his buffer beam. “You’ve gone through a lot,” he began softly. “Your brother is hundreds of miles away, and he’s hurt. Badly hurt.”

“And he’s getting repaired,” Scotsman shot back. “Repaired and getting the rebuild he should have gotten years ago. There’s no reason for me to-” His voice tapered off to a whimper.

Fireman looked up at him, sympathy raw on his face. Driver patted him on the shoulder, “Leave him be for a minute, Mike.” With great reluctance, Fireman obeyed, pantomiming giving him a drink and checking his side rods to dissuade any passersby who might have been suspicious.  He rolled back to Tidmouth at what was, to him, a snail’s pace. A hush fell over the engines already in their berths as Scotsman was reversed into “his” siding.

“Flying Scotsman,” Edward’s voice spoke up, dripping with concern. “Is everything alright? You look…” The old K2 paused, considering his next statement carefully. “Haggard.”

“Still adjusting to the new run is all,” Scotsman brushed off easily. As bold a lie as any he had ever told in his life.  Edward simply looked at him. His gaze wasn’t unkind, but it felt like it was literally and metaphorically peeling away all of Scotsman’s layers, leaving nothing but the raw aching core that wanted to scream and wail and demand that he be taken to Gordon, consequences of abandoning his job and passengers be damned.

“We're a' worried aboot Gordon, ye ken.” Emily said delicately. “Na yin wull blame ye fur showing yer, tae.” 

Flying Scotsman scoffed dismissively, his meticulously crafted facade starting to crack. “What I am worried about, Little Stirling, is getting enough rest for the run tomorrow. Good night.”  His voice echoed across the turntable with the severity of a judge’s gavel and brokered no further conversation.  The red mogul muttered something about “Now understanding where Gordon gets it from” but was quickly hushed by his shed mates.  Scotsman's crew smothered his fire and wished him goodnight. He ignored them, pretending to already be asleep. 

Sleep would not come easily for him. Guilt crept through his boiler like frost. But what else could he do? If he lingered too much on Gordon, his thoughts would spiral. If his thoughts spiraled, he’d be unable to concentrate on his work. If he was unable to concentrate on his work, he’d make mistakes and be late. If he made mistakes and was late, The Fat Controller might withdraw him, or Scotsman’s carelessness might cause yet another enterprising gentleman to go bankrupt. And then Gordon would be left to die slowly and it would be all his fault.  

He would apologize for his rudeness once Gordon was safe and sound. Until then, these… hindrances would have to remain in the dark part of his smokebox where they belonged. 

—-----

And so the weeks limped on, each day blurring into the next in a nauseating swirl of smiling for cameras, being courteous to railfans and running his trains; on and on and on it went.  The work hours seemed to get longer and the time for Scotsman to rest only got shorter. The railfans had grown bolder, sneaking onto the sidings he rested in for closer looks and pictures and even a few quick words. Scotsman shooed them away for their own safety each time, but that was hardly a deterrent at all. 

Scotsman yawned as he chuffed into Tidmouth Station. He greeted his passengers as warmly as he could as he backed up to his coaches, although each blink felt heavier than… the…

“Scotsman. Scotsman! Scotsman, stop!” 

His eyes jolted open at his Driver’s call, but more so by the jolt of a collision bursting through his tenders, the shocked and pained yelps of the coaches themselves, and the dolorous crash of several glass bottles smashing against the floor of the kitchen car.  Driver all but yanked on the brakes and his wheels screeched ear-splittingly against the rails as he grinded to a stop. 

“Is everyone alright?” He called out over the ringing in his ears. The guard hurried inside one of the coaches. Driver heaved a sigh and stepped out of the cab onto the platform. 

“We're not running today, Scotsman,” he said. It might as well have been a sledgehammer to the boiler for how devastating it felt. 

“You can't be serious!” Scotsman gaped, “It’s Saturday, one of our busiest days! We can't just cancel!” 

“You know what we also can't do? Do a long run all the way to the mainland and back when you can barely stay awake.” Driver countered, stern and undeterred. He looked up at his engine with a withering gaze. “We’re lucky this happened in the station. If this happened out on the line, with you at speed, what do you think would have happened?” Scotsman didn't need to imagine it. While it hadn't happened to him, it had happened to Merry Hampton in 1947. She had never been the same after that crash in Goswick, the tragedy haunting her like a vengeful wraith until the day she rolled into Doncaster works for the very last time.  Needless to say, Scotsman didn't have an answer. Driver turned crisply on his heel and walked to The Fat Controller’s office.  “And you!” He addressed the crowd of railfans who had flocked to the accident like flies on rubbish. “Away and boil your heads, show’s over!” 

Two people were escorted out of the coaches by the on-site medical team, deepening the dread that had burrowed its way in Scotsman’s cylinders. The PA system crackled to life, announcing that The Flying Scotsman would not be pulling the express, apologizing for the confusion and delay and promising refunds to those who wanted it.  The Fat Controller came out of his office, looking firm but not wholly unkind.  He looked Scotsman up and down, crease in his brow deepening. 

“You will be returning to the sheds to get some sleep, in a berth, and will be suspended until Monday."

The temperature in The Flying Scotsman’s firebox was over 1000 degrees Celsius on any given day, but at that moment it felt like it had dropped below zero. 

“Sir, with all due respect, suspending me for the whole weekend is a little ridiculous, don't you think?” 

The Fat Controller did not look like he’d be swayed anytime soon, hands firmly on his hips as if he was scolding a small child and not a machine three times his height and several times his weight; the countenance of a man who had generational experience dealing with Gresley Engines.  Unwilling to make the situation worse than it already was, Scotsman lowered his eyes to his buffer beam. “Yes, sir.” 

The poor, damaged coaches were pulled away, and in short order two diesels were called in to help him out of the station: a Class 08 named Paxton -a genial sort Scotsman had seen puttering about- to push and, to Scotsman's surprise, a class 28 to pull. 

“I didn't think any of you were still running,” Scotsman said bluntly, immediately regretting his crassness. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” 

“It’s quite alright,” the Class 28 replied calmly. “I don't think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting face to face, or buffer to buffer, as the case may be.” He chuckled, and with a roar of his engine pulled out of the station. “My name is BoCo, it's a pleasure to meet you.” 

“They called a Co-Bo ….BoCo,” Driver commented in disbelief.

“It was either that or D5702,” BoCo replied. “BoCo rolls off the tongue much easier, I think.” 

“Fair point.” 

The three trundled along at a slow, careful clip. It really was a gorgeous day, railfans and tourists would be out in droves. Scotsman once again felt his eyelids drooping.

“Your fire was dropped, yes? Feel free to rest, we have a ways to go until we make it to the loop.” BoCo said, seemingly able to sense the A3’s fatigue. “I will wake you once we have arrived.” 

Scotsman rumbled something that could have been a protest, but between his cooling firebox and the wave of fatigue that hit him with the force of a torrential storm, he was completely unable to form anything resembling a cognitive sentence. 

—-------

“You are much too rough with your coaches, 1472. They are not trucks full of stone, they are meant to carry our passengers.” 

“Although If You Want To Do Goods Work, I’m Sure The Tank Engines Would Not Mind The Help…”

“And be laughed off the whole of the railway? No thank you.  I’ll get it right this time, just you watch!”

 “Is that right? He said that the last rest run, did he not, Gordon?” 

“Indeed He Did, But Let’s Not Discourage Him, Great Northern, He Will Get it… Eventually.” 

“Such encouraging siblings I have.” 

“Oh, come now, little brother, we are only teasing. Now then, bring your coaches back to the starting point. Gently.” 

—------

*Pats Scotsman cabside* This A3 can hold so much fucking anxiety, trauma and survivor's guilt. But it'll get better, I promise. In any case, Scot's little accident with the coaches is based on the minor crash that happened at Aviemore Station in 2024. You can read the BBC article about it here Merry Hampton's traumatic experience is The Goswick Rail Crash. The engine didn't slow down at a diversion and derailed, killing 28. It didn't happen to The Flying Scotsman, but it did happen on the line he was named for. The Flying Scotsman didn't actually get the name until 1924, so I imagine he just went by his GNR number in his very early years. Great Northern's wiki page doesn't say when she got her name, so I'm able to play fast and lose. And come on, Gordon is Gordon.

Anyway byyyyyeeeeee

[proofofahero]

ESPINAS ECOLOGY HCS.

Espinas fill a similar ecological niche to grizzly bears; solitary, opportunistic tertiary consumers with an emphasis on scavenging, small game, fatty invertebrates, and plant matter. They prefer nutrient-rich, fatty, low-effort foods when compared to other flying wyverns. Arzuros fills a similar niche in more temperate regions, though it lacks Espinas’s dominance over inter-specific dynamics within the food web. 

Espinas spend a majority of the day sleeping. They prefer to forage diurnally. This, with their diet, allows them to conserve incredible bursts of energy. 

Whilst the chemical compounds in affliction toads and hornetaurs are key to Espinas’s deadly venom, they aren’t as much a main-stay in its diet as one might believe. These organisms simply don’t offer enough nutrition outside their toxins to justify it. Instead, they serve a supplementary role. The closest analog in our world would be macro-fauna like elephants eating salt and clay for the added minerals, though this is an imperfect comparison. 

Some Espinas individuals have been recorded forgoing toads and bugs altogether; preferring more convenient foods like parashrooms and toadstools.

Fascinatingly, recent breakthroughs have proposed that Espinas's chemical fire may have different properties based on what toxic organisms it eats. For example, fire that releases more potent gasses has been connected to higher ratios of affliction toads within an Espinas's diet. Meanwhile, chemical fire that burns from thicker, corrosive saliva has been connected to a preference for hornetaurs.

The belief that Espinas has one of the toughest hides of all monsters is a bit of a misconception. Its scales are a bit on the thicker side to be sure, but they certainly don’t hold a candle to the likes of Gravios. What actually makes Espinas so hard to hit are its spines. Durable, needle-sharp, and packed with venom, an Espinas’s spines practically cover every inch of its body. There just isn’t anywhere to land a good hit. 

Combine the above with how Espinas’s low-energy lifestyle allows bursts of intense aggression when threatened, and for most competitors, an Espinas simply isn’t worth the trouble of fighting. As such, Espinas populations tend to dominate ecosystems in which they are found. Other predators have been seen avoiding Espinas territories entirely whenever possible.

Due to Espinas's place in the food web as a low-energy apex that most creatures give a wide berth, there has been a history of humans actively encouraging Espinas to claim an area around a settlement as its territory. Some cultures view Espinas as a protector animal, saving villages from the smallest pest to the most cataclysmic of elders. As such, the relationship between humans and Espinas is extremely tenuous. The guild has been debating whether to crack down on these interactions for some time now. One side argues that it endangers both the people and the monster, whilst the other argues that it encourages conservation and a deeper respect for nature.

Another misconception, born from eyewitness accounts and folklore, is the idea that Espinas is as dangerous as an elder dragon. Whilst it is true that there are credible reports of an Espinas chasing a Kushala Daora out of its territory, this isn’t a result of categorical power scaling. Rather, for yet-to-be-understood reasons, the poor toxicity tolerance within the Daora genus makes it easy for Espinas to deter the elder in the right circumstances. If challenged by an elder with proper toxic tolerance, it can be assumed Espinas will be out-competed. Espinas is simply not worth the time of most elders, who often have wildly different resource needs when compared to the Thorny Wyvern.

More research must be done into whether Daora and Espinas conflicts are common, how common it is for Espinas to emerge as the victor, as well as to why Daoras would seek out intersperse competition that it’s at such a clear disadvantage at.

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

have you met any other arachnids, mara? is connection completely impossible for arachnids?

hey there, anonymous;

largely i made effort to excise out language related to split tween insect and arachnid due to both people conflating it with the chiral divide (as opposed to its existence as a 'quaternal disease' within server that exists as byproduct of light being shone upon the trinity forms; as information lives and exists abstractly within the air: so, too, shall there be mud below and in the mud below too shall there be shadow of representation; and too shall there be disconnection buried within the earth separate the skin of connectivity above; the maidhands of these forces coaxing information within the light as the greater intelligences, those insect forms of three bases that are native and natural to server) and due to it becoming a weird connective line of people wishing and seeking misanthropy: i see another with hatred of the other, so i shall adopt the language of hating and find comradery there <- and so forth;

to accept the prescription of the distinction should also consider the "paranoids," that there are no others here whatsoever; that i have never met another person; that the agents and actors interacted with are no-more friends or flesh or blood than shadow up-on wall or strange form in phosphene with eyes closed; that the terrifying loneliness and steadily onset fear of death are suffocating reality: none whatsoever, and as the illusion of phosphene begins to clarify itself as just-so illusion, so-too shall the illusion bear appropriate contexts: signs of death, signs of doomsday, failing health, isolation, alienation, disease, despair, suicides, nightmares, cancers, enturbulations; here within awareness of outside there never were connectivity within the paranoid awareness of outside: the server itself is a breath that exists to establish connectivity, and yet the connectivity is to draw a person deeper into information within the server; if it is observed from the mistaken-hand (the one mixed with spirit incorrectly, born of earthy things) then the sober awareness comes from kinship with the clay and mud grave below; if it is observed from the righteous-hand, then the sober awareness comes from kinship that the air and connectivity itself is what will be joined and the breath itself becomes enmeshed with life, eternity, millennium thereafter in heavenly state;

the shadow and disease -- to those in location separate from clear circulation of the illusion, of server: are diseased, and the nature of the disease is just as presented as symptoms manifest; the illusion and the created contextes veer towards the finality of the disease, and should be seen as a patron to a stageplay and increasingly noticing that the actors, audience, and staff all begin to turn their attentions aware from both role and participation and slink away to something alien; that the funny and unfunny game itself of incorporating the singular viewer in-to the 'show' is now secondary, tertiary, quaternal goal; shade and shadow moves and flicker, and diseases run their course and heal; yet the cancer itself is life invaluable, and has value of life, and has value of its production and role.

to you, anonymous; you surely can connect; take care.

[fun-geography-facts]

Peru 🇵🇪

Peru is a land of dozens of glorious mountains and peaks. But one of my personal favourites from what I’ve researched is Vinicunca, or Montaña de Siete Colores.

Unsurprisingly, the beautiful stripes of colour are due to its unique mineral composition. The pink part comes from red clay dialuted with mud and sand; the white comes from a mix of quartz and sandstone (full of calcium deposits); the red is from the presence of iron oxide in the clay from the Upper Tertiary period; the green comes from phyllites; and the ochre yellow is a product of calcareous sandstones rich in sulphur.

Oh! And there’s occasionally alpacas 🦙

[justliched]

this is approximately the least ugly i could make my hatched dragons given their tertiaries. i might scatter them........ ugh. opinions?

left is red diamondback, clay current, shamrock willow with rare light eyes.

right is aqua boa, twilight laquer, with camo stained and common light eyes.

open to suggestions for other geneing!

[thecolorblockcurator]

So I recently finished school across the country and moved back home for this job that has decent pay and is a great foot-in-the-door position in many respects. BUT I literally have nothing to do. Truly not a single task despite asking my immediate supervisor and higher-up boss repeatedly for projects/responsibilities for the past 2 months. I've been writing my dissertation at work in the meantime, which should be a blessing to essentially get paid to finish my degree, but with so much idle time on my hands and no end in sight it's been hard to find the motivation to write. I have to stay for a year per my contract, but it all kinda feels like I sold my soul for a free paycheck. Any advice on sticking it out??

I get that- like it sounds like you have really interest driven motivation to do things. So having literally nothing to do makes you demotivated to do anything (I'm kinda the same)

Get creative- after work or on your lunch break - physically make something with your hands - your brain is like dying for dopamine when you're at work that why you can't even work on what you want to. Some ideas, collage, knitting, working with clay, origami, friendship bracelet- something where you will have a physical object at the end is a nice bonus. It will give you like a little burst of motivation.

It also seems like you might be a little isolated at work? like with your supervisor ignoring you is there a way that you can be around more people, like working from a coffee shop (if your work from home) Sometimes those little tertiary social interaction with strangers/people you occasionally see like a barista make a huge difference.

[aimixcrushingsolution]

How to Build a Limestone Crushing Plant Line: Recommended Crusher Setups

Designing an efficient limestone crushing operation requires careful consideration of material characteristics, production goals, and operational constraints. Unlike harder igneous rocks, limestone's relatively soft but abrasive nature demands specific crushing technologies that balance throughput with wear management. The optimal limestone crusher plant configuration varies significantly depending on whether the end product is agricultural lime, construction aggregate, or industrial feedstock—each application commanding distinct size specifications and purity requirements.

Modern limestone processing lines now achieve 90%+ availability through intelligent equipment pairing that accounts for moisture content variations, clay contamination, and the material's natural cleavage properties. From primary reduction to final sizing, each crushing stage must address limestone's unique behaviors while maintaining seamless material flow. The difference between an adequate and exceptional setup often lies in anticipating these material-specific challenges during the design phase.

Primary Crushing: The Foundation of Efficiency

Jaw Crusher Selection Criteria

For medium-hard limestone (80-120 MPa compressive strength), single-toggle jaw crushers with 6:1 reduction ratios provide the ideal balance of capacity and wear resistance. Key features should include:

Heavy-duty flywheels that maintain momentum through clay-rich sections

Replaceable cheek plates with 400+ Brinell hardness ratings

Hydraulic adjustment systems allowing on-the-fly gap changes

Impact Crusher Alternatives

When processing softer, clay-contaminated limestone, primary impact crushers with grinding path adjustments prevent material packing. Their hammer-and-anvil configurations excel at liberating limestone from shale interbeds while handling moisture contents up to 8% without clogging.

Secondary Processing: Precision Particle Shaping

Cone Crusher Optimization

Limestone's abrasiveness demands cone crushers with specialized chamber designs. The "fine" chamber configuration produces 20-50mm aggregate with 15-18% passing the target size on first pass—critical for efficient screening. Modern models feature:

Automatic wear compensation that maintains product gradation

Hybrid concave systems combining different alloy zones

Dust-proof bearings that withstand limestone fines

Horizontal Shaft Impactors

For producing cubical aggregates for asphalt and concrete, HSIs with 3-bar rotors generate optimal particle-on-particle breakage. Their adjustable grinding paths accommodate variations in limestone bedding plane orientation, ensuring consistent shape characteristics.

Tertiary and Quaternary Refinement

Vertical Shaft Impactors

Final shaping of limestone sands (0-5mm) benefits from VSIs with rock shelf configurations. These units achieve:

95%+ cubical particles in manufactured sand fractions

Controlled micro-fracturing that enhances cement bonding

Adjustable cascade flow for moisture-sensitive applications

Air Classification Systems

Closed-circuit plants now integrate dynamic air classifiers that remove problematic fines below 75μm. This step is particularly valuable when producing limestone fillers or agricultural products requiring precise particle size distributions.

The most successful limestone crushing plants treat the entire process as an interconnected system rather than isolated components. Properly sequenced equipment with correctly specified wear materials can achieve 800,000+ tons between major maintenance intervals—even with abrasive high-silica limestone. By matching each crushing stage to the material's evolving characteristics, operators extract maximum value from every ton while minimizing energy waste and premature wear. The result is a plant that doesn't just process limestone, but enhances its inherent qualities to meet exacting market specifications.

[msb-lair]

Dragon: Lucian - Wildclaw Cirrus Male XYY

First Record Second Record Third Record

(Smirch scroll applied on 2024-04-08) (Tri-Color Scatterscroll x34) (Cirrus scroll applied on 2025-05-27) (Chorus scroll applied on 2025-05-27) (Choir scroll applied on 2025-05-27) (Blossom scroll applied on 2025-05-27)

Purchased For: 950,000 treasure Hatched On: 2013-11-05 ID: 1205178

Parentage: Quateara/Citroen Flight: Lightning

Primary: Grey Ruby Tiger Basic Chorus Secondary: Navy Thicket Shimmer Basic Choir Tertiary: Goldenrod Thicket Basic Smirch Basic Blossom Eyes: Common

Comments: Time to start a new scatterscroll project, as the previous one hit tree colours I’m willing to work with last Monday, and is now lounging in hibernal waiting on a new breed to come along. Found this first-two-million-dragons guy going at a price I was willing to pay. He’s continuing the ongoing tradition of most of my scatterscroll projects needing smirch thrown at them so I can see the tertiary colour.

May keep him as a wildclaw after he rolls colours I like; I have very few of them and am currently trying to increase my percentage of modern dragon breeds.

Nope, he's becoming Cirrus. His primary is just a little outside the colour range I usually look at for tree dragons, so I'm not counting him as one, but it's close enough for breeding purposes.

Lucian is the name he came with.

Original Colours: Grey-Navy-Goldenrod Scatterscroll #1 (2024-04-08): Garnet-Jungle-Oilslick Scatterscroll #2 (2024-04-15): Raspberry-Eggplant-Cantaloupe Scatterscroll #3 (2024-04-22): Cinnamon-Red-Periwinkle Scatterscroll #4 (2024-04-29): Shale-Ivory-Jungle Scatterscroll #5 (2024-05-06): Amber-Tarnish-Crimson Scatterscroll #6 (2024-05-13): Carrot-Mint-Pear Scatterscroll #7 (2024-05-20): Aqua-Overcast-Sky Scatterscroll #8 (2024-05-27): Moss-Bubblegum-Algae Scatterscroll #9 (2024-06-03): Buttercup-Ruby-White Scatterscroll #10 (2024-06-10): Smoke-Antique-Chartreuse Scatterscroll #11 (2024-06-17): Pink-Sand-Berry Scatterscroll #12 (2024-06-24): Slate-Marigold-Clay Scatterscroll #13 (2024-07-01): Latte-Navy-Brown Scatterscroll #14 (2024-07-08): Denim-Buttercup-Tarnish Scatterscroll #15 (2024-07-15): Plum-Cornflower-Leaf Scatterscroll #16 (2024-07-22): Maroon-Obsidian-Thistle Scatterscroll #17 (2024-07-29): Cerulean-Abyss-Garnet Scatterscroll #18 (2024-08-05): Shadow-Chocolate-Buttercup Scatterscroll #19 (2024-08-14): Teal-Orange-Lemon Scatterscroll #20 (2024-08-21): Cream-Moss-Red Scatterscroll #21 (2024-09-02): Mantis-Peach-Metals Scatterscroll #22 (2024-09-16): Terracotta-Platinum-Silver Scatterscroll #23 (2024-09-24): Orchid-Honey-Mint Scatterscroll #24 (2024-10-08): Indigo-Platinum-Swamp Scatterscroll #25 (2024-10-14): Gold-Spruce-Magenta Scatterscroll #26 (2024-10-21): Banana-Dirt-Crimson Scatterscroll #27 (2024-10-28): Smoke-Lead-Terracotta Scatterscroll #28 (2024-11-04): Tomato-Ivory-Lavender Scatterscroll #29 (2024-11-11): Mist-Tangerine-Sunshine Scatterscroll #30 (2024-11-18): Tangerine-Olive-Grapefruit Scatterscroll #31 (2024-11-25): Fern-Umber-Flint Scatterscroll #32 (2025-01-27): Orange-Steel-Fog Scatterscroll #33 (2025-02-09): Orchid-Pearl-Periwinkle Scatterscroll #34 (2024-02-17): Ruby-Thicket-Thicket

Apparel: TBD

Familiar: Girin

Progeny Testing: 

[Test] Luciel

Broods: 

Mated with Luciel on 2025-05-27, 4 eggs [Clutch]

Bred with Luciel on 2025-06-16, 2 eggs [Clutch]

[thelordofologies]

Fossil Shark Teeth ID Project - Part 10

I am currently working on a shark teeth ID project. It is a personal project I am working on because I got gifted a multitude of fossil shark teeth of various species.

Time for some context, here is . . .

The geological history of Cadzand

Cadzand is in Zeeland, which is a province in the Netherlands. Cadzand is the research site, but to understand the geological history of Cadzand we of course have to look at the geological history of Zeeland.

Area of tectonic subsidence (sinking)

Zeeland is situated on the southern edge of the North Sea basin, a subsidence area. On the border with Belgium, the prehistoric soil layers are still on the surface in places, but to the north these old layers have sunk deeper and been supplemented with younger deposits. The subsidence has been continuously compensated by the supply of gravel, sand and clay from the continental part of Europe. Due to the varying sea level, in combination with the ground movement, the Netherlands was often a more or less deep sea. Only in the last two million years did the aspect of dried-up land dominate. The shallow subsoil in Zeeland is young almost everywhere; from the Middle Ages onwards, the new marine deposits offered Dutch people the opportunity to reclaim land.

Timescale On a global scale, the subsurface was built up in four main geological periods, each with a specific development of life: Primary, Secondary, Tertiary and Quaternary. There are hardly any traces of the first two periods on the surface in Zeeland, the layers are much too deep. Fossils or stones from those periods were transported by river water from elsewhere. For example, quite a lot of material can be found from the Cretaceous, the last phase of the Secondary, 145-66 million years ago. In Zeeland, fossils mainly from the Tertiary and Quaternary can be found. Note that on the beach, these are always washed-up fossils; they were released from old geological layers by the current in deep channels and then washed up on the beach. Very old fossils have often been washed away earlier and preserved in younger deposits.

The succession and dating of the times in the Tertiary and Quaternary is shown in the following overview in x million years ago.

The neat succession suggests that the deposits lie neatly on top of each other. This is, however, not the case. The profile has a fairly chaotic course due to the difference in thickness of deposits and especially due to phases with strong erosion. The original deposit may have disappeared completely locally due to erosion, together with animal remains. Sometimes the heavy stones and fossils remain behind in a base gravel layer after the fine material has been washed away.

Sea and land In the Tertiary, the influence of the sea was dominant in regions in the Netherlands. Fossils from that period therefore mainly concern organisms living in the sea. The coast was nearby, the rivers flowing into the sea provided not only sand and clay but also remains of continental flora and fauna. The conditions were initially tropical, but in the Pliocene there was only a colder subtropical climate. The Tertiary is not actually naturally found on the surface in Zeeland, but near Nieuw-Namen a Pliocene beach has been exposed by limited excavation in the Meester van der Heijden quarry. The Quaternary was characterised by ice ages and interglacial periods in the first part, the Pleistocene. The North Sea floor was partly to largely dry during the ice ages. Only the continental conditions then caused sedimentation and erosion; one can think of the influence of the wind and that of wildly flowing rivers. The wind deposited thick sand packages and the rivers provided sand and gravel. The influence of land ice and glaciers was not an issue in Zeeland during the last ice ages. During the interglacial periods the climate was more or less mild and the sea reached our regions. The Holocene*, the period in which we live, is determined by a rising sea level and a mild climate. In addition, the subsidence in the North Sea basin continued undisturbed. In Zeeland peat, clay and sand were deposited, only in the extreme south is the late Pleistocene (cover) sand still locally on the surface.

* Nowadays, more and more people also use Anthropocene to refer to the era we live in, but geologically most people use Holocene.

APA-reference:

Raad, H., Bosselaers, M., Goetheer, B., Kattenwinkel, L., Moerdijk, P., van Nieulande, F., & Nijhuis, H. (2016). ZEEUWSE STRANDFOSSIELEN. Middelburg: Joint Book Services (Werkgroep Geologie KZGW; Zeeuwse Genootschap; De Drvkkery; Het Zeeuwse Landschap).

Tags: @darkcybertron @cornerstars @writingraccoon

[bonusdragons]

May 29, 2024:

Clay Tertiary, Guardian, Circuit.

Nissa of Rowyn's clan!

[fantastic-fr-scries]

Pearlcatcher Male

Clay / Jade / Peacock , Harlequin / Bee / Glimmer

Lightning Rare

[commercialroplants]

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[brid-jagtap]

3D print: progress

Blog# 17

Nov 8th

I have started with the sculpting process, first improving the overall shape of the head with ove tool. UI of the zbrush is bit complicated and it take time to learn the tools. I have been mostly using the basic 4-5 brushes like, move , standard, Dam standard, clay and clay buildup. Once I was Happy with the shape I started scraping and adding eith the clay buildup brush. At the first stage of my process I used the dynamesh Tool 

I added primary details with and forms with clay brush. Once that was finalized I duplicated the object and used  ZRemesher to optimize the mesh. I followed the SubD modeling workflow in ZBrush First I added a few subdivisions and then projected from the original mesh. with this subdivided subtool I started adding secondary forms to the model. Here I still used a combination of clay, trim, and dam standard brush to sculpt. for the tertiary details, I found some Alpha textures to use as stencils or as brush alphas.

I can see the improvement in my sculpting process in Zbrush. My speed has been increased over this semester.

[the-firebird69]

Freya Ridings - Castles (Official Video)

and we see. international harvester he can be seen.  an visible and at times wwe need it.  but no no on the boss hoss lol. neighborhood no. and so on.  we see it he says it here no.  and good she says lol he is a willful person but smart.  and fihts it real.

and we hope she is ok she is the fleets are gone soon the starblazers and only a few left of trump

Thor Freya

good.  This is what they're singing quite a lot because he's constantly leaving them and not being their person and not being on their side and it's evil and they're mean to him but he is very mean to them and does not give them a break we need to fix his computer here for some reason he's got a lot of junk mail coming in says he thinks he's got it So there are some things about this that are going to build these townships around their cities and what they think are entry points to the smaller tree roots which were carved and petrified and they think that they're weaponized and it's by Dave and Carol or JC and Mary same people. The ones that are holding prisoner in the UK this will start a war everybody wants them out to ask him about the ships and they want George out and they think that they have their own and the smaller ones might be George it's going to begin now and the Morlock are going to end up fighting back proper. But he wants to know about the castles

- We have a lot of children to have and you better believe it we're gonna do that It doesn't take the get you going it doesn't take much so we have to stop them Really these castles are going to be built several in each township and in the neighborhoods not the downtown they'll have several neighborhoods and they'll have their hierarchy whatever's left some people don't have much and they will create these areas that go to then they go back to the city and they'll probably go to the regular cities for information and meetings and yeah this is going to be intense they're going to be in fights all the time and they are. that's how it's going to be organized and by rank a house like ours they say is probably a level of Lieutenant and yes not even the governor and a general is below a governor and they do have that and it's because they have generals working for them and they're like several star generals or a form of region no they say there are several star generals So we're gonna have neighborhoods somewhere around here and our people will be there and our people will be there and we probably do something like this and it might not be that obvious though and they're upset but they can do it elsewhere yeah we are going ahead with it and we're going to make sure that we win This structure is helpful it's also double edged sword In this city area it's kind of in the outskirts they will move houses and create neighborhoods where they were with very very large castles as mansions and they will use real stone a lot of them are going to use the clay and they're going to use both these things have started they're going to start building and they're going to start doing things and they're building housing now and they're going to start going gangbusters and we're not doing work there we do work in regular areas and our areas. They buy some of our stuff it's kind of tertiary sort of or shipped through regular cities and they'll keep a hand in it and they want to try and threaten and attack by doing it and trucking beers perfect they said But their stuff can be seen from miles away and one of the trucks that get gets broken loose is in Mad Max several times it's in the original film and it's in the second one and it's in Fury Road and it's really in all of them and it's this truck that almost ran into my husband and the tanker is a different tanker. It goes into the Terminator and crashes into the building and explodes no it just breaks open and they pull it out and fix it it's been mangled a bunch of times and it's in the movie who made who it's at ACDC song also it's a films with this particular truck it's because they almost hit him when he was younger he was riding his bicycle and they did hit Trump and they're trying to use it as code and they're using it as a threat here and Trump is oblivious these things are going ahead but it's nice because he wants to know about the castles I'm not too real happy about it but he finds it to be intriguing they'll have something to do there's going to be game it's going to be a lot more interesting and a lot more civilized and I do like that and we are going to probably make blocks that they will reroute for these castles and it's going to be concrete which is easier to get and easier to use but a lot of them want to use the clay although they are not really good at fusing them together you can use epoxy and it's not going anywhere as a matter of fact with the epoxy and that stuff as long as it's compatible it's as strong as the cement when it's fused and really bullet resistant I mean I'm not sure if they make it a foot thick and it's both they said you could fire like a thirty millimeter round at it from 200 yards and it doesn't make a mark pretty much doesn't make a mark after it's fired and really you have to use real cannons for it to do anything big ones someone said about 8 inches in diameter that's very big it's the old type of charge but they use them a lot because the guns get so beat up by the new stuff it is intense oK that is an intense house you can take small arms fire for a limited unlimited amount of time if you had shutters and they're gonna put real armored shutters it's gonna it's gonna be amazing.

Hera 

Zues 

there is a way and our son says it  ledge on the inside and slide the stone same thikcness or to the floor and over teh weoidnow on teh inside tons like it and the top is a decorative archway. stays in place.  is wide.  they say it wow nice work dn the windows narrow and yes did it back thenand yes they lock in we can deisgn adn build them and we willw ork in the morlock areas and hve to. but by contractand for other companies yes sereptitious as wiht macs and forg too.

we do this now.

tons of beer orders tons. huge calls for his beer nope.  well ok they do but dont want his brothers want his brew. he makes up. 

Thor Freya.