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Warlord Yautja/Reader; An Act of Revenge

Title: An Act of Revenge Rating: Explicit Fandom: Predator: Killer of Killers Ship: Warlord Predator/Grendel King (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 7,4k Warnings: Dubcon, canon typical violence, knifeplay >> Warlord series Part 01 Author Note: This is the first part of this fic. The whole work is up on AO3! :)

The Hkr'Rcho is an enormous ship. It's so big that it's easy to get lost in its many corridors, especially if you can't read the Yautja language signs. If someone were to get stuck on a clan ship like the Hkr'Rcho without knowing the language or culture of this species, they'd be in serious trouble. Well, sucks to be you! Your karma must be pretty bad considering how the last six months have gone.

You're lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, bopping one foot up and down, which is resting on your bent knee. As always, the constant hum of the ship's engines and the omnipresent heat on board this ship almost lull you into a light sleep. Humidity also creeps into every corner of the Hkr'Rcho, even the Warlord's quarters. As you quickly learned, he's the leader of an entire clan of warriors.

And you? You're the pet.

The exploding collar has been replaced by an invisible leash that is more effective than anything else – there's no way off this ship. Even if you manage to sneak out of your lord and master's quarters unnoticed, the route to the shuttle bay is lined with Yautja warriors who recognise you and know who you belong to. You've been caught and brought back more than once, locked in his quarters and left to stew like a roast.

The imposing Warchief isn't stupid. He knows he can punish you physically — and he does so occasionally — but the boredom and waiting are far worse. Being confined to his quarters with nothing but the sound of the engine and the occasional passing of a new solar system for days on end is enough to drive a person crazy. It's like solitary confinement when he decides to punish you for misbehaving. Even your food is hurriedly thrown into the room before the door is locked again.

He's not stupid. He quickly figured out how to make you furious, how to make you behave. Although being the Warlord's pet has its advantages, it's also a double-edged sword. Hey, on the one hand, you are well fed and clothed, and truly safe from the horrors of space.

The Yautja's diet mainly consists of meat, often even raw or severely undercooked, but they make sure you get exotic fruits and vegetables. In your position as the leader's favourite, they ensure you are fit for your rank. Considering that you have to endure the chief's needs, you need to be well fed. Being mounted by a 350 kg alien warrior is as dangerous as an extreme sport, if not more so.

And you are dressed in high-quality Yautja clothing. The revealing attire definitely shows off your body – you may not have an eight-pack, but the hearty food means the skimpy clothing fits. Not that it would be of much use when the Warlord returns from a hunt or a successful arena tournament. The fabric is no match for his claws and the hunger of the highly decorated warrior from Yautja Prime. On this ship and in this ongoing situation, it's truly a case of give and take: you've never lived in such luxury before. As a Weyland-Yutani employee, you were paid a meagre wage, given tiny food rations and your life was worth less than the cargo you transported. Under Weyland-Yutani, there were no richly decorated clothes resembling Yautja scales and no sweet, juicy fruit to make your mouth water.

All you have to do is serve the Warlord. You're his pet, his toy and his concubine. You are both his slave and his mate. His scent clings to you, signalling to every other Yautja on this ship that you are out of bounds. Bowing down to the muscle-bound warrior is the price you pay for living in luxury. Should you dare to rebel against him, he will be only too happy to show you who's boss. He has grabbed and taken you by force more than once, but you would be lying if you said you didn't get a strangely erotic kick out of it. Sometimes you act a little more rebellious than you really are because that's what gets him going.

But no matter how you look at it, you share your bed with a brutal killing machine. Truth be told, you don't really like him. This isn't romance; it's a state of affairs. In this tactical game, you're not an equal opponent, but an object: a pet monkey dancing for the Warlord to laugh at. He can throw you across the room and onto the bed with one hand while he loosens his belt with the other. He knows you watch him every time he takes off his armour. He knows you want him.

His bed, a collection of furs — also trophies — is soft and inviting; huge, it beckons you to rest and laze around. Most of the time, you lie bored on this nest of trophies, covered in the Warlord's and your own scent, and the memory of all the times he bent you over and brutally took what he wanted. It's always associated with pain in some way, but when you think about it, you feel a hot tingling sensation running up the inside of your thighs. It's not just bad. One thing you quickly learn on a Yautja clan ship is that violent sex is normal for these warriors. It's not at all uncommon for them to fight in the corridors and then have sex, sinking into each other with claws and tusks amid blood and bodily fluids. Sex isn't considered good unless there are open wounds or broken bones, and the females often put up a fierce fight. If you take these fights as a yardstick, you're actually being treated relatively gently - this is probably because you break more easily than a Yautja warrior. Don't wanna break the new toy, right? While you're brooding in frustration and thinking that you could escape through the air vents again if necessary, you hear heavy footsteps approaching. From far away, you can hear battle cries growing louder and echoing through the ship like a dark choir. Great — the hunting party is back. That means the annoying part of this situation is about to begin. No matter what one might think about the Yautja, a successful hunt is always celebrated extensively. Contrary to all expectations, these people definitely know how to party: they drink sour, high-proof wine and dine as befits great warriors. There are fights, songs and more fights. A good Yautja party doesn't end until someone is seriously injured. Not that you'd ever be invited to something like that, though. The door opens and, from the thunderous footsteps in the hallway, you already knew 30 seconds ago that your owner was returning to his quarters. The Warlord is as impressive as ever, though now he's covered with blood and has several fresh wounds on his upper body and arm. As the door hisses shut behind him, he doesn't even glance at you. Instead, he places his bone axe among the many other trophies adorning the room.

It's a game. A test. Another way to humiliate you.

He doesn't deign to greet or even acknowledge you when he returns to his quarters from a hunt. You never take your gaze off his body, out of pure caution, and he knows it. This makes him even more eager to put on a show, carefully placing new hunting trophies on the wall or in a corner. He takes his time, occasionally making quiet growling and clicking noises as though humming to himself in a relaxed manner. Meanwhile, you're tense, like nervous prey waiting to be pounced on by a predator.

Next, he takes off his heavy bone coat. This trophy, consisting of xenomorph skeletons, is ridiculously heavy. You could only lift it on your own if you put all your strength into it. He, on the other hand, moves smoothly and gracefully, even with this imposing adornment. He moves his massive body with a robust elegance that lulls you into a false sense of security all too often. Good-looking, is the word that forms in your brain when you look at him. His muscles glisten in the soft light of the room, making you clench your teeth in anger. You're only too happy to convince yourself that this is pure survival instinct. This physical attraction to the Warlord is your brain's desperate attempt to twist this terrible, traumatic situation into something bearable so that you suffer as little long-term damage as possible. Of course, there are often cases where hostages are attracted to their captors. This is obviously just another such case. Or ist it?

>>> Continue on AO3

#warlord predator #grendel king #warlord x reader #grendel king x reader #predator killer of killers #yautja #yautja x reader #oneshot #tw dubcon #tw knifeplay #rated: E

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Good News - July 22-28

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1. Four new cheetah cubs born in Saudi Arabia after 40 years of extinction

“[T]he discovery of mummified cheetahs in caves […] which ranged in age from 4,000 to as recent as 120 years, proved that the animals […] once called [Saudi Arabia] home. The realisation kick-started the country’s Cheetah Conservation Program to bring back the cats to their historic Arabian range. […] Dr Mohammed Qurban, CEO of the NCW, said: […] “This motivates us to continue our efforts to restore and reintroduce cheetahs, guided by an integrated strategy designed in accordance with best international practices.””

2. In sub-Saharan Africa, ‘forgotten’ foods could boost climate resilience, nutrition

“[A study published in PNAS] examined “forgotten” crops that may help make sub-Saharan food systems more resilient, and more nutritious, as climate change makes it harder to grow [current staple crops.] [… The study identified 138 indigenous] food crops that were “relatively underresearched, underutilized, or underpromoted in an African context,” but which have the nutrient content and growing stability to support healthy diets and local economies in the region. […] In Eswatini, van Zonneveld and the World Vegetable Center are working with schools to introduce hardy, underutilized vegetables to their gardens, which have typically only grown beans and maize.”

3. Here's how $4 billion in government money is being spent to reduce climate pollution

“[New Orleans was awarded] nearly $50 million to help pay for installing solar on low to middle income homes [… and] plans to green up underserved areas with trees and build out its lackluster bike lane system to provide an alternative to cars. […] In Utah, $75 million will fund several measures from expanding electric vehicles to reducing methane emissions from oil and gas production. [… A] coalition of states led by North Carolina will look to store carbon in lands used for agriculture as well as natural places like wetlands, with more than $400 million. [… This funding is] “providing investments in communities, new jobs, cost savings for everyday Americans, improved air quality, … better health outcomes.””

4. From doom scrolling to hope scrolling: this week’s big Democratic vibe shift

“[Democrats] have been on an emotional rollercoaster for the past few weeks: from grim determination as Biden fought to hang on to his push for a second term, to outright exuberance after he stepped aside and Harris launched her campaign. […] In less than a week, the Harris campaign raised record-breaking sums and signed up more than 100,000 new volunteers[….] This honeymoon phase will end, said Democratic strategist Guy Cecil, warning the election will be a close race, despite this newfound exuberance in his party. [… But v]oters are saying they are excited to vote for Harris and not just against Trump. That’s new.”

5. Biodegradable luminescent polymers show promise for reducing electronic waste

“[A team of scientists discovered that a certain] chemical enables the recycling of [luminescent polymers] while maintaining high light-emitting functions. […] At the end of life, this new polymer can be degraded under either mild acidic conditions (near the pH of stomach acid) or relatively low heat treatment (> 410 F). The resulting materials can be isolated and remade into new materials for future applications. […] The researchers predict this new polymer can be applied to existing technologies, such as displays and medical imaging, and enable new applications […] such as cell phones and computer screens with continued testing.”

6. World’s Biggest Dam Removal Project to Open 420 Miles of Salmon Habitat this Fall

“Reconnecting the river will help salmon and steelhead populations survive a warming climate and [natural disasters….] In the long term, dam removal will significantly improve water quality in the Klamath. “Algae problems in the reservoirs behind the dams were so bad that the water was dangerous for contact […] and not drinkable,” says Fluvial Geomorphologist Brian Cluer. [… The project] will begin to reverse decades of habitat degradation, allow threatened salmon species to be resilient in the face of climate change, and restore tribal connections to their traditional food source.”

7. Biden-Harris Administration Awards $45.1 Million to Expand Mental Health and Substance Use Services Across the Lifespan

““Be it fostering wellness in young people, caring for the unhoused, facilitating treatment and more, this funding directly supports the needs of our neighbors,” said HHS Secretary Xavier Becerra. [The funding also supports] recovery and reentry services to adults in the criminal justice system who have a substance use disorder[… and clinics which] serve anyone who asks for help for mental health or substance use, regardless of their ability to pay.”

8. The World’s Rarest Crow Will Soon Fly Free on Maui

“[… In] the latest attempt to establish a wild crow population, biologists will investigate if this species can thrive on Maui, an island where it may have never lived before. Translocations outside of a species’ known historical range are rare in conservation work, but for a bird on the brink of extinction, it’s a necessary experiment: Scientists believe the crows will be safer from predators in a new locale—a main reason that past reintroduction attempts failed. […] As the release date approaches, the crows have already undergone extensive preparation for life in the wild. […] “We try to give them the respect that you would give if you were caring for someone’s elder.””

9. An optimist’s guide to the EV battery mining challenge

““Battery minerals have a tremendous benefit over oil, and that’s that you can reuse them.” [… T]he report’s authors found there’s evidence to suggest that [improvements in technology] and recycling have already helped limit demand for battery minerals in spite of this rapid growth — and that further improvements can reduce it even more. [… They] envision a scenario in which new mining for battery materials can basically stop by 2050, as battery recycling meets demand. In this fully realized circular battery economy, the world must extract a total of 125 million tons of battery minerals — a sum that, while hefty, is actually 17 times smaller than the oil currently harvested every year to fuel road transport.”

10. Peekaboo! A baby tree kangaroo debuts at the Bronx Zoo

“The tiny Matschie’s tree kangaroo […] was the third of its kind born at the Bronx Zoo since 2008. [… A] Bronx Zoo spokesperson said that the kangaroo's birth was significant for the network of zoos that aims to preserve genetic diversity among endangered animals. "It's a small population and because of that births are not very common," said Jessica Moody, curator of primates and small mammals at the Bronx Zoo[, …] adding that baby tree kangaroos are “possibly one of the cutest animals to have ever lived. They look like stuffed animals, it's amazing.””

July 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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ahh!! i think i speak on behalf of a lot of people when i say i need a part two, because that was so amazing and so beautifully written 🫶🏻🫶🏻

| I CAN'T NOT HAVE YOU, I'LL TRAVEL THE SOLAR SYSTEM TO MEND OUR STARS ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairings: lando x reader

ꕥ parts: 1

ꕥ tagging: @gulphulp

ꕥ summary: they hadn't seen each other in months after their breakup, which left them in more misery than they thought. because now they'll do anything to make it work.

ꕥ authors note: I've been planning this in my head while writing the first part to this and i really like how this came out! going to work on christmas imagines and also finish up a request that I've been meaning to write!

ꕥ warnings: smut (at the end if you don't want to read that part), heavy angst (wanted to break some hearts), mentions of alcohol abuse and heavy drinking, mentions of eating struggles. not proofread the end.

IT'D BEEN MONTHS. months since he last abandoned her in their old apartment. since he drove off in his mclaren, punched the rearview mirror because he couldn't take it. to this day, he regretted it with every fiber of his being. he tried to convince himself for days on end, it was for the better. but was it really?

he was struggling. he couldn't sleep properly, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling beside him in the bed for another warm body, breaking his heart more every time he reminded himself that she wasn't here. it was cold.

it was cold despite the blistering summer heat of monaco, windows open to let in the heat. max swore at him every time because despite being rich, he was letting out cool air. but lando couldn't stand the cold. without her, his heart was frigid.

it worsened as the months grew colder and races passed him by. he was peforming fine, for now, but he'd reach his limit soon enough.

he hated when the air got bitterly frozen because this year, he wouldn't have her. he wouldn't have the heat that radiated off her to keep him warm.

he'd waste himself away with alcohol to forget the memory of leaving her. it turned his stomach in knots everytime to think of her watching him leave because they didn't know what to do to fix them. he wish he knew, he should've.

more often than not, he'd spent his nights on bathroom floors of the club, puking his guts out into the toilet, or sitting on the kitchen floor belonging his temporary roommate, max fewtrell. he sat against the tiled floor and wooden cabinets with a half-emptied bottle in his hands, tears on his face.

he'd sit there for hours, wasting away with every sip burning at his throat. he hated alcohol, but it was the only way to cope because he didn't want to remember any moment without her.

when he was nearly passed out on the floor, max would drag him up by his arms, forcing more than a few glasses of water down his throat. he'd grown familiar with his friend's new sulking.

max threw him on the guest room bed he didn't bother to make because he was miserable. he made it everyone's problem then. he'd leave his passed out friend a concoction of medicines to help with the hangover, he'd gotten used to this routine for the past couple of months.

when lando would stumble his way down the stairs, hands wrapped in his curls with a splitting pain through his head and a grimace on his face, all max would comment is "well, aren't you a pitiful sod."

lando rolled his eyes, groaning at the pain as he did so, sitting on a chair at the table across from his best friend, cringing at the resemblance of dinners with his girl—who wasn't even his anymore.

"jesus, mate, maybe you do need an intervention." he'd push his bowl of oatmeal towards lando, watching the expression on his face closely.

"I'm fine."

"clearly not," max scoffed, "mate, it's great havin' you here, but y'need to sober up."

"I will."

"you've said that last month, and the month before that, and the month before that." he shook his head, "I don't even get why you guys broke up."

lando groaned, rubbing his fingertips to his temple and chugging the water before he spoke, "it wasn't working out, 'ts for the best."

"for the best? are you kidding me?" he scoffed his friend's words, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

to max, breaking up was for the worst. he could tell lando was in misery, and he'd guess she was the same, maybe worse. maybe he didn't know much, but he knew enough to know that they were meant for each other.

"I'm not kidding," he muttered, pushing the oatmeal around the bowl, his spoon clinking against the sides, "besides, we tried to fix it, 'n it didn't work."

he paused, "fix it 'ow?"

lando rolled his eyes, feeling the consequences of his actions through his head, mumbling under his breath, "we went out to eat."

"you're jokin' me?" he leaned forward, a look of disbelief and disappointment on his face, "you went out to eat? how's that goin' to solve anything?"

lando shrugged again, refusing to look max in the eye as he pushed the mush around in his bowl, picking out the bits of fruit throughout.

"you're a real geezer, y'know that?" he sighed deeply, leaning back into the stool as he sat looking at his idiotic friend, "it was a perfectly salvageable relationship, mate, and you just threw it away." he shook his head, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned his head on one hand.

"you gonn' call me a muppet next?" he aggressively bit into the small strawberry.

"might as well because you're acting like one. now why did you break up with her?"

"she broke up with me." he quietly corrected him, though it didn't seem to shed light on the fact that they didn't try as much as they thought they did.

"then fight for your relationship!" max exclaimed, throwing his hands up in response, "did you ever talk about what was wrong?"

"we didn' have time to," lando admitted, "and we didn't know what to do." he pushed aside the bowl, having barely touched the food residing in it. it's gone cold now, just like him.

"make the time!" he suggested, jabbing his finger into the counter to make a point, "when was the last time you were alone together?"

"when we had dinner together."

max groaned, shoving his face into his hands, rubbing his closed eyes on his palms. lando was starting to give him a headache, "when was the last time you were alone together, no people, no cameras, no fans, just you and her doing something?"

"i 'ont know."

"jesus, man." his voice muffled into his skin as his face remained in his palms because of the idiocracy of his friend.

"well, what do you suggest i do then, max?" lando's tone got seemingly more aggressive and annoyed, the volume of his voice raising slightly.

"actually spend time with her! take her on holiday!" he suggested, matching energies.

"mate, I can't just ask her after months of not speakin'," lando's stool pushed against the floor as he stood up, he was agrivated. he harshly grabbed the bowl with the cold food and shoved it in the sink.

max turned in his seat, "right, so just give up and go back to drinkin' then?"

lando ignored the comment, it infuriated him because max was right. if he didn't find the solution to his problem, he probably would go back to getting blackout drunk. all in hopes that'd help forget his misery

he leaned against the sink with his arms, his head hung between his inner biceps with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths before asking, "how should I ask her then?"

"you truly are a muppet."

"christ, just help m'out here!" lando pleaded because he couldn't take it anymore. he'd been losing himself to however many bottles of alcohol that'd stacked in the bin and the amount of over-the-counter drugs he'd force down his burned throat. all to forget what seemed like an impossible fix, but all he needed was another person. just because they didn't know what to do doesn't mean others wouldn't.

and of course max would help. he just had to give lando a hard time for screwing up so badly because he would've never expected him to show up at his front door midday, stumbling drunk and muttering slurred phrases about her.

his first thought when he saw his disoriented friend was to wonder if something had happened, the obvious answer being, obviously. because lando barely drank. max knew how much he couldn't stand the taste and chasing burn so it wasn't often you'd catch him drunk, much less to this extent.

he knew it had to involve his girlfriend by the here-and-there words he could decipher from the rest, but he couldn't expect to get the full story from the utter nonsense his friend spewed.

it wasn't till morning max discovered the extent of lando's stupidity.

" 'ts your relationship," max sighed, "and you realize she might not be so accepting to see you."

it hurt to think about. he didn't know what was worse, for her to be in such misery like himself or for her to not want him back. his stomach tied itself in knots to even think about, but he was the one who left her in the first place.

"yeah, I know."

he was lost without her. everything seemed so meaningless without her by his side, though she hadn't been for months, even when they were together. but the idea of her presence somewhere in his vicinity was all he needed.

she was like a drug he tried so hard to quit because it seemed to be getting him no where. but he was addicted. all he thought about when he wasn't drunk was her. every single dollar wasted on booze was drank to forget her. the lack of her in his life.

so when he showed up at her doorstep, it was more than just a shock. she'd opened the door, the last thing she expected was to see him, standing with an expression that seemingly matched hers. the smell of booze wafting from his clothes and the bittersweet smell of his cologne she had long forgotten about. smelling it again brought back everything she tried to learn to forget about him.

she wanted to be mad, to push and kick him away, but she'd been waiting for months for him to reappear into her life. for him to come back to her, the anticipation built in her body every time the door bell echoed off the walls, or knocks that pounded against the door.

but instead she slammed the door almost immediately, and he didn't blame her. how could he when he'd been the one to leave. because on the other side of that door, her heart was pounding.

she'd been wanting to see him for so long, so badly wanted him back in her life, but what if they made the same mistakes? she couldn't take losing him a second time because she'd already lost most of herself when he drove away the first time.

because she'd watched her future slip through her fingertips and there wasn't anything she knew that would make her catch it.

she knew she was to blame for breaking them up. it was for the best, she told her guilty conscience, but it didn't change the heart-wrenching want to have him back.

she'd spent months in the cocoon she made of their cold bed, ultimately settling on his side to feel closer to him. but what was the point? he hadn't slept in that bed in months, the sheets that reeked of him faded, and even more so when he left her, for at the time she thought, forever.

"love, please," he pleaded against the door, his forehead against the cold metal, "I screwed up, but please, let me fix this, us."

she hesitated. she knew she was the type to let people who hurt her back into her life so easily, as if nothing happened, but she was the one who forced him out. she knew that.

so when the door creaked open, he pushed himself away from the door as fast as lightning. her doe eyes peaking around, staring at his chest before they found their way to his face. he'd changed. he looked tired, unkept. she'd be lying if she said she looked the same as she did months ago because she honestly looked worse than him.

because being apart brought out their worst qualities in themselves that they'd helped the other through, but it resurfaced.

when he'd gotten a good look at her, he realized she definitely wasn't the same girl she was months ago. he'd notice the dark circles under her eyes, half-lidded and puffy, begging for sleep. the oversized hoodie he left her, though surprisingly clean, was well-worn by her. through the baggy cloth, he could tell her physique was slimmer, he felt nauseous.

she couldn't stand the silence between them even when they lived the last months of their relationship filled with it. they were both hurting and they both knew it, but they'd assume the other would be the one to patch it up. that's where they messed up, they seem to do it a lot.

"so why now are you here?" she'd cut through the silence with a butter knife, sawing back and forth as she stumbled where she stood. she struggled to keep her balance, lack of energy will do that to you.

"I realized how much of an idiot I was," he stepped closer, bringing his hand to hers, pressing her fingers between his. he trailed the pads of his fingertips down her hand and to her wrist. he'd latch on, caressing the soft skin, he'd remember the feeling.

"but I was the one who broke you with you."

he didn't mean it like that, to insinuate that she was the idiot for breaking them up because in no way did he blame her. he put the blame all on him for not fighting for them.

" 'nd I was the one who left."

she stared up at him, her big eyes doing things to him, he shouldn't feel it in a moment like this, but he did. he just wanted her back, to feel her lips on his, her smooth skin under his soft but callused hands.

her lips parted when she'd realize the feeling of warmth against her face, his hand running along her jaw to her chin. though she was already looking up at him, he pushed her head up further, but so softly.

his voice was raspy and deep, pleading, "please, darlin'." she couldn't say no even if the voice inside her head and the feeling in her heart told her to.

"just don't leave again."

he could never, not after the misery he'd been through without her, blackout nights to forget everything that had led up to their break up. he couldn't imagine the anguish he put her through.

and at those words, he couldn't hold back anymore, his lips colliding with hers so desperately, like he needed her to survive. he kind of did. he tasted faintly of alcohol and fruit, she tasted like mint. her lips moved softly against his passionate kiss because he was acting like she was his oxygen, his water, his everything because she was.

his hand tangled in her hair, the sounds of their breaths between their lips, the heavy heat that surrounded the air as they separated.

"let's go somewhere," he'd suggest, his chest rising and falling more noticeably now.

her lips became a swollen pink as she looked up at him, dazed as her eyes flickered between his green eyes, "where?"

he shook his head, smiling. god, she missed that smile. he spoke so softly now, "anywhere, you pick. it'll jus' be us."

money didn't matter to him. if she wanted to travel to the moon and back, he'd make it happen because he wanted to make things right. he wanted to show her he was all in now because he would never take another step out ever again.

so they'd travel across the world. he'd rent out hotels, restaurants, amusement parks, anything she'd want. like max said, he wanted this between the two of them. no cameras, no fans, no public. just them enjoying their time together and alone at the most beautiful places she could think of.

she'd end up on an island with him, the only other people being the employees of the resorts he'd rent out. he did everything with her.

they went on yachts around the crystal waters and coral reefs surrounding the beaches that they'd later lay and tan on. they'd talk as they bathed in the sunlight. snorkeling while holding hands and pointing out various species that inhabited the waters.

candle-lit dinners sitting across from each other, though their hands never left each other. they'd been offered fancy wines, lando ultimately opting out. she understood. they tried the exotic foods and other virgin drinks the resort had to offer.

they had long runs along the beach, heavy makeout sessions on stranded towels where they couldn't take their hands off the other, deciding to take the trip back to their hut over the waters.

when they'd make it back, he wasted no time because he missed her, the feeling of her around him, the taste of her.

as soon as the hut door slammed shut, his veined hand would be pressured on her neck, pushing at the skin under his fingertips to pull her into his lips. he was desperate, she knew that.

his lips were harshly against hers, she could feel the vibrations of his groans against her flesh, feeling his working hands across her chest, having left her neck temporarily to undo her tied bikini top. it was discarded onto the wooden floors with no further regard. they'd separate, foreheads pushed together and their noses clashing as their breaths mixed in the middle.

his head dipped below her jaw, biting at the skin of her neck. whimpers left her lips and she felt his smirk on her skin while she grasped at his curls. he slowly pushed their bodies towards the open laid bed behind her, her calf's meeting the mattress. he tugged at the elastic of her beach shorts, though deciding to take his time, which made it all the more agonizing for her, she needed him.

his lips trailed her body, leaving trails of his saliva and marks where he nipped at her skin, from her neck down to her chest. he groped her tits, earning a low groan from her as his tongue swirled her areola. she tugged his hair, his curls between each of her fingers as she bit back the sounds that forced through her throat. he was starved of her, which only turned her on more. she felt the heat between her thighs.

he'd kneel on his knees in front of her as he'd continue to leave a string of dark hickeys down her skin as he'd continue to her stomach, and just above her panty line, pulling the elastic of her shorts down. she'd almost just rip them off because she couldn't take how slow he'd move compared to when they first ended up in this situation.

his finger wrapped around the band, slowly pulling the material over the curves of her body, but he'd left her panties, which infuriated her. he did it all while looking straight up into her eyes, the glint in his eyes filled of lust and mischief. he'd lift her leg with his hand wrapped around the back of her knee, helping her kick off the clothing.

he'd kiss the skin just above the side of her knee, his lips glued to her skin as they traveled higher up her thighs, as well as his hands, sliding under the side of her panties. his nose brushed against the cloth of her cunt, ghostly stimulating her clit. it provoked a reaction out of her as she whined, and he'd continue to kiss along the line of her undergarment.

he may have started off desperate, but now he was taking his sweet time to take care of her. she wanted to badly for him to just hurry it along, wanting to feel him, but he'd rather enjoy the moment he had with her, like it was his last.

he pushed aside the cloth barrier, licking his lips as he eyed the wet patch caused by him, his warm breath panned across her cunt and she pleaded, "lan, please." god, he loved to hear her beg, it was music to his ears, but her moans were a symphony.

his two fingers slowly parted her folds, feeling her pulse under him as she moaned against the contact, he 'tsk'd at her reaction, "so wet for me, darling." his voice was raspy, deep and she cursed under her breath as she watched him lick her off his fingers.

the taste of her brought him back, he'd savor it because he hadn't before, not when he didn't realize it could've been the last. she was sweet, her skin smelling of vanilla as his nose brushed against her.

he'd had enough teasing for now, and gently he'd pull down her panties. she'd be fully exposed, but he was still dressed, his clothes feeling tighter around his body, specifically his swim shorts.

he didn't care. he'd thrown one of her legs over his shoulder as he flattened his tongue across her, feeling the tremble in her standing leg. he'd bury his lips in her cunt, vigorously tasting her like he hadnt eaten in weeks. his tongue lapped at her heat and she let out strings of curses interrupted by moans as she'd tug him closer to her by his hair.

vibrations of his groans stimulated her clit as he softly nipped at the sensitive flesh. he'd lapped at her cunt for not long before it became overwhelming, her moans growing high and squeaked as her legs nearly buckled.

he kept going, looking up at her with massively dilated eyes, half-lidded and seductive. her jaw went slack as she stared into his eyes, she felt the crescendo of her high and she'd nearly scream out his name as she came on his tongue. he'd lick up any remaining juice of hers.

his tongue left one long trail over her cunt, pressuring on her sensitive before pulling away, a trail of saliva connecting to his mouth and her slick glistened on his lips and chins. she panted heavily, he watched the rise and fall of her chest, felt the shaking of her knees as they nearly gave out under her.

he'd smile up at her, his goofy grin greeted her after her hazed high calmed. she'd roll her eyes at his light-heartedness after she'd just came on his tongue.

but it was moments like those that'd bring back the spark of youth and naivety to their relationship. because it was what they'd needed all along. all they needed was each other.

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Hi, I've only just got into solarpunk and find it really cool.

I was wondering, what sort of simple lifestyle changes would you suggest to start with when trying to live in a more solarpunk/sustainable way?

Hi! So glad you're getting into solarpunk! We think it's pretty cool, too, and we're happy you're looking for ways to integrate it into your life. Since you haven't included anything specific about your situation or what you're interested in, this list is pretty general - if you want more specific ideas, feel free to send in another ask!

In the meantime, here are a few recommendations for getting started:

Grow something. Depending on your situation, you may not be able to put in a huge outdoor garden. But there are many plants that will be perfectly happy in a pot on a windowsill, and still others that are happy to grow in low-light situations. Find something that works for your space and get some hands-on experience with growing things. (If you have a window, I highly recommend herbs - many of them are happy in pots and there's something incredibly satisfying about eating things you've grown.)

Compost. Unless your space is extremely tiny, you probably have room for a small composting system. Some can even go under a sink or in a closet. See this post for a general discussion, this post for vermicomposting ideas, and this one for info on bokashi composting. Also check out our #compost tag.

Mending. Mending is a great skill to have. The life of most clothing (and a lot of non-clothing fabric items) can be extended dramatically with some basic sewing skills. I've made entire dresses and quilts and I still find most of my sewing is repairing and mending other stuff. We have a mending tag, but I also love YouTube for this. Searching "how to mend X" (e.g. "how to mend hole in crotch of jeans") gives you a bunch of awesome tutorials. You can get even more use out of things if you're willing to embrace visible mending.

Reduce energy use. Try to use natural light where you can. Set your thermostat high in summer and low in winter and use the principle "heat/cool the person, not the space." Flush the toliet with graywater by removing the p-trap from your sink and dumping the collected wash water into your toilet tank (or directly into the bowl if you have an American-style greedy cup siphon toilet). Experiment with solar energy. What you can do depends on your situation, but see what kind of options you have.

Integrate the 7 R's: There are more R's to sustainable living than just "Reduce Reuse Recycle". See this post for a primer.

Build community: One of the foundations of solarpunk is that it's about community. Even if you start out doing it by yourself, eventually you need a community to do bigger things. My favorite way to start is by meeting the neighbors. Taking over some food (cookies are great) and introducing yourself is a great way to open a relationship. We also have a community building tag for more ideas.

You can find even more ideas in these tags, depending on what you specifically want to do:

#apartment solarpunk

#dorms and small spaces

#community building

#activism

#fiber crafts

#diy

There's also some additional tips in this post and this post, which are earlier responses to similar asks.

I hope this helps! Followers, feel free to chime in with your best tips!

- Mod J

#asked and answered #basics and getting started

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finally watched watched my brothers and sisters in the north when it's been in my to-watch list for years and it was so touching and so beautiful.

the people interviewed were of course handpicked and have better conditions than other people because of the impact of U.S. sanctions and such, but it genuinely inspired me how hard-earned their good living conditions are. the farmers had to work really hard to re-establish agriculture after the war and now they get so much food a year they donate most of it to the state because they simply don't need it. the girl at the sewing factory loves her job and gets paid with 14 kilos of food a month on top of her wages. the water park worker is proud of his job because 20,000 of his people can come and enjoy themselves every day, and Kim Jong-un himself took part in designing it and came by at 2am during construction to make sure everything was going smoothly. his grandmother's father was a revolutionary who was executed and buried in a mass grave in seoul but in the dprk he has a memorial bust in a place of honor and his family gets a nice apartment in pyongyang for free.

imperialist propaganda always points to the kim family as a dictatorship and a cult of personality but from this docu it's so obvious that it's genuine gratitude for real work for the people, and simple korean respect. if my president came to my work and tried his best to make my working conditions better and to make my life better, i would call him a dear leader too. if my president invented machines and designed amusement parks and went to farms all over the country to improve conditions for the people, i would respect him.

the spirit of juche is in self-reliance, unity of the people, and creative adaptations to circumstances. the docu rly exemplified the ideology in things like the human and animal waste methane systems powering farmers' houses along with solar panels, how they figured out how to build tractors instead of accepting unstable foreign import relationships, and how the water park uses a geothermal heating system.

it rly made me cry at the end when the grandma and her grandson were talking about reunification. the people of the dprk live every day of their lives dreaming of reunification and working for reunification, and it's an intergenerational goal that they inherited from their parents and grandparents. the man said he was so happy to see someone from the south, and that even though reunification would have its own obstacles that we have the same blood the same language the same interests so no matter what if we have the same heart it would be okay.

and the grandma said "when reunification happens, come see me." and it's so upsetting that not even 10 years later, the state has been pushed into somewhat giving up on this hope. the dprk closed down the reunification department of the government last year and it broke my heart.

a really good pairing with the 2016 film is this 2013 interview with ambassador Thae Youngho to clarify political realities in the dprk and the ongoing U.S. hostility that has shaped the country's global image. the interviewer Carlos Martinez asks a lot of excellent questions and the interview goes into their military policy, nuclear weapons, U.S. violence and sanctions, and the dprk's historical solidarity with middle eastern countries like syria and palestine and central/south american countries like nicaragua, bolivia, and cuba.

#my brothers and sisters in the north #dprk #Youtube #sung-hyung cho

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The Holiday House Ch3

By the time this gets posted, I'll be 2 hours in with my exam and I've got one hour left. Then I've got a 30 minute bus ride before I get home... so it'll be ages before I can actually check out this post Why was the hardest part of writing this fic the actual world-building itself!? Why did I go for such a complex house!? God!!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | This is Chapter 3 | AO3

It's a small triple story loft.

The main floor was an open plan that had almost everything. As soon as Scott walked in, he was met by a C shaped kitchen to his left of decent size. In front of him was an open walkway that led to the dipped living room before ending its destination to the storage room where maintenance tools are kept and displayed on a large pegboard and emergency supplies are hidden behind closed cabinets. Alongside the emergency cabinet is a shelf with an emergency generator as well as an emergency heating unit. Scott wondered for a second about why the fancy heater was stored here until his father explained without needing to be asked.

"It's an off-grid house that uses a solar-geothermal climate system that works without wires." Dad mentioned.

As he opened the cabinet, he noticed two cylinder tanks beside the shelving unit of the cabinet. "Hot water tanks?" He turned to his dad.

"There's more of those across the house." Jeff grinned in response. "There's also geothermal floor heating system, a back-up solar heating system, compost heating systems, thermal curtains, you walked past the fireplace already, and some emergency mylar blankets in-case all else fails." He nearly barked a laugh when he noticed his son's shocked face. "I know you said you wanted no electricity, but you never said anything about no over-engineering, Son."

They made their way out of the storage room and backtracked into the open floor, Scott wanted to the see the kitchen properly now, but his father stopped him midway to point at the fireplace.

"Now I know you said no electricity but-" He pointed at a fancy back panel settled over top of the fireplace. "That's an emergency comms system, it runs similarly to the one in my office at the Auckland Branch… Assuming you know how to use that one."

"I can get behind that."

Out of habit, Scott knocked on the walls while passing through the living room and concluded that the house was heavily insulated. The second he reached the kitchen; his father spoke again.

"That's a pantry over there right at the end of the kitchen, it's big enough to last a week's worth of food, which is good cause that means you'll get to make weekly visits back to the villa for groceries." Then he added, "Regular check-ins will give your grandma a peace in mind."

"That's cool." Scott mindlessly answered, walking over to the end of the kitchen to open the pantry cabinet.

"There's a manual coffee grinder, and a hand-crank blender for your coffee and smoothies. You also have a wood burning stove and a solar oven. Over here is your iron skillet and—" Jeff opened the front door and leaned out to check something before coming back inside to say "—You've got more water storage than you'll ever need."

"'s'a bit much…" Scott shrugged.

"That's the point, Scooter!" The old man huffed. "It's a holiday! Gotta treat it like one!"

"Alright…" There's no point trying to win against his father. "So… where's the bedroom?" He gestured to the stuffed navy duffel bag in his hand, its weight was beginning to take a toll on his shoulder, and he was hoping to drop it as soon as got inside but completely forgot he was holding it during the tour.

Jeff twirled around the sink and led Scott to a sturdy wooden ladder stationed between the kitchen island and the wall that takes them up to the third floor. "Just up here, it's a bit small compared to your bedroom but it's warm and comfy."

"You sure you should be climbing this thing, old man?" Scott followed his father upwards.

"Oh, ha ha."

Note to self: Unlike the villa, this house isn't accessible to mobility aid users… At all.

The bedroom was about the same size as the kitchen considering it pretty much matched the ground floor. There was a double bed with what looked like more than one layer of blankets over top of it, a fluffy rug beneath his feet and at the corner of the room was a wardrobe. Handrails surrounded the void above the dipped living room, from this height, Scott couldn't help but admire not only the choice of furniture for the living room, but also the view beyond it, where the wall of glass displayed the sunset amongst the oceans.

"This place is really nice in Golden Hour." Jeff commented.

The temporarily retired rescue operative wasted no time dumping his bag onto the fancy bed as Jeff walked past the round the corner. Another walkway parallel to the one underneath leads to a balcony sliding door. Following his father, they stepped out to the sounds of ocean waves and seagulls before Jeff quickly pushed his son back inside. "Now we go upstairs again." He turned around to another ladder set at the wall.

The third floor was a singular room at the top surrounded by large windows and a balcony.

"I didn't really get much furniture sorted in here." Jeff gestured at the roundtable in the centre of the room. "I was thinking of getting you a swing or a hammock by the window with the best sunlight, but… I don't know…"

"Couldn't find the right one?"

"Yeah, nothing felt right for the space."

"I'll figure something out." Scott shrugged. "This is nice though." He settled down on one of the wooden chairs at the roundtable, it had soft cushion to it embroidered with flowers.

"Thanks, it was a group effort to make this work, you know."

"I'm aware, Dad."

They paused, at some point Jeff found himself joining Scott at the table right next to him. "There's a trail system surrounding the house that tracks down through the trees and across majority of the best spots on the island." He waited for the words to register in Scott's head before continuing. "You already know that emergency beacons are dispersed all over the island, so if something happens, you can call."

Scott nodded. "Okay… And where's the bathroom?"

"There is no bathroom here, it's in a separate building right next to the house. It looks like a wood shack, but I promise you, it's the fanciest mini-spa-house you'll ever find."

"Oh." Scott shivered. "Great. So, if I need to go, I have to run outside first."

Jeff chuckled. "You'll live." He stood up. "Anyways, I should head off now. As soon as I make it back, I'm going to give you a call to make sure the emergency comms are working, then I'll leave you to it. Remember, it's only six months. You can manage six months. I expect you to spend those months having fun, do some parachuting, rock climbing, waterskiing… Whatever. This is a holiday, I want you to exploit it."

"-Alright, Dad! I hear you! No over-working and have fun. I get it!" Scott grinned. "I'm not that dull."

"Your brothers would say otherwise, Scott."

Scott chuckled. "That's fair…" They would. "Speaking of which, I forgot to talk to them about this bet thing-."

"Leave that to me, Son."

"You sure? I mean it's my holiday."

"Just get some rest, Scott. I'll worry about the family later."

"If you say so."

Within seconds, Jeff had left the house, a click symbolised his parting and Scott climbed down to the second floor. Aware enough to avoid the duffel bag, he leaped onto the new blue bed that recoiled from his force.

"Small" Dad called it. This house was anything but small. It's big, not as big as the villa, but definitely bigger than the average holiday cottage from Scott's childhood memories.

This place was simple, but beautiful. Designed with wood and stone, big windows, and quiet spaces. Most importantly, to Scott's regret, this place was nearly completely electricity free.

Scott's eyes widen as he eyes the ceiling. "What the hell…"

Chapter 4: It's been two days since the last anyone's heard from Scott, according to Virgil.

This is the end of the chapter, but I'm gonna put a keep reading thing here because I have some lazy 4am sketches of the loft to show off.

So about the bathroom thing..

I actually forgot to add one, so i decided to turn the wood shack into a mini-spa

the things that are highlighted in light blue are the things that dont exist yet but are going to exist in future chapters.

like I said... it was 4am

here is the ground floor with the kitchen, the living room and the storage room:

then this is the bedroom right above that, Scott's going to make his own changes to the loft and remove the handrails to build hammock net so that he can sunbathe up there

the final floor is actually called a sunroom, Scott's gonna get rid of the roundtable and just chuck in as much comfy furniture as he can up there (with Virgil's help of course)

like i said, I really hate world building im pretty sure if you were to try and turn this floor plan into an actual 3D design, it would look ugly. also im not going to let go of the fact that my dumb ass forgot the bathroom. i still cant believe i did that lol

but hey! i drew stuff! feel free to use your imagination!

#this fanfic is a solo act and i didnt know i would hate that #i cant wait for the fun chapters #Scott Tracy goes on an unwarranted vacation #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #jeff tracy #I CAN FINALLY MOVE ON TO THE MORE FUN CHAPTERS

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 6 months ago

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Lab work digs into gullies seen on giant asteroid Vesta by NASA's Dawn

Pocked with craters, the surfaces of many celestial bodies in our solar system provide clear evidence of a 4.6-billion-year battering by meteoroids and other space debris. But on some worlds, including the giant asteroid Vesta that NASA's Dawn mission explored, the surfaces also contain deep channels, or gullies, whose origins are not fully understood.

A prime hypothesis holds that they formed from dry debris flows driven by geophysical processes, such as meteoroid impacts, and changes in temperature due to sun exposure. A recent NASA study, however, provides some evidence that impacts on Vesta may have triggered a less-obvious geologic process: sudden and brief flows of water that carved gullies and deposited fans of sediment.

By using lab equipment to mimic conditions on Vesta, the study, which appeared in The Planetary Science Journal, detailed for the first time what the liquid could be made of and how long it would flow before freezing.

Although the existence of frozen brine deposits on Vesta is unconfirmed, scientists have previously hypothesized that meteoroid impacts could have exposed and melted ice that lay under the surface of worlds like Vesta. In that scenario, flows resulting from this process could have etched gullies and other surface features that resemble those on Earth.

But how could airless worlds—celestial bodies without atmospheres and exposed to the intense vacuum of space—host liquids on the surface long enough for them to flow? Such a process would run contrary to the understanding that liquids quickly destabilize in a vacuum, changing to a gas when the pressure drops.

"Not only do impacts trigger a flow of liquid on the surface, the liquids are active long enough to create specific surface features," said project leader and planetary scientist Jennifer Scully of NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California, where the experiments were conducted. "But for how long? Most liquids become unstable quickly on these airless bodies, where the vacuum of space is unyielding."

The critical component turns out to be sodium chloride—table salt. The experiments found that in conditions like those on Vesta, pure water froze almost instantly, while briny liquids stayed fluid for at least an hour. "That's long enough to form the flow-associated features identified on Vesta, which were estimated to require up to a half-hour," said lead author Michael J. Poston of the Southwest Research Institute in San Antonio.

Launched in 2007, the Dawn spacecraft traveled to the main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter to orbit Vesta for 14 months and Ceres for almost four years. Before ending in 2018, the mission uncovered evidence that Ceres had been home to a subsurface reservoir of brine and may still be transferring brines from its interior to the surface. The recent research offers insights into processes on Ceres but focuses on Vesta, where ice and salts may produce briny liquid when heated by an impact, scientists said.

Re-creating Vesta

To re-create Vesta-like conditions that would occur after a meteoroid impact, the scientists relied on a test chamber at JPL called the Dirty Under-vacuum Simulation Testbed for Icy Environments, or DUSTIE. By rapidly reducing the air pressure surrounding samples of liquid, they mimicked the environment around fluid that comes to the surface. Exposed to vacuum conditions, pure water froze instantly. But salty fluids hung around longer, continuing to flow before freezing.

The brines they experimented with were a little over an inch (a few centimeters) deep; scientists concluded the flows on Vesta that are yards to tens of yards deep would take even longer to refreeze.

The researchers were also able to re-create the "lids" of frozen material thought to form on brines. Essentially a frozen top layer, the lids stabilize the liquid beneath them, protecting it from being exposed to the vacuum of space—or, in this case, the vacuum of the DUSTIE chamber—and helping the liquid flow longer before freezing again.

This phenomenon is similar to how on Earth lava flows farther in lava tubes than when exposed to cool surface temperatures. It also matches up with modeling research conducted around potential mud volcanoes on Mars and volcanoes that may have spewed icy material from volcanoes on Jupiter's moon Europa.

"Our results contribute to a growing body of work that uses lab experiments to understand how long liquids last on a variety of worlds," Scully said.

TOP IMAGE: To explore potential explanations for deep channels, or gullies, seen on Vesta, scientists used JPL’s Dirty Under-vacuum Simulation Testbed for Icy Environments, or DUSTIE, to simulate conditions on the giant asteroid that would occur after meteoroids strike the surface. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

LOWER IMAGE: NASA’s Dawn spacecraft captured this image of Vesta as it left the giant asteroid’s orbit in 2012. The framing camera was looking down at the north pole, which is in the middle of the image. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA/MPS/DLR/IDA

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics #vesta

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jupitersolar · 2 years ago

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Solar Water Heating Systems

Solar Water Heating Systems Harnessing the Sun for Warmth

As the world seeks sustainable solutions to combat environmental challenges, solar water heating systems have emerged as a promising technology that not only conserves energy but also reduces carbon emissions. This innovative approach to water heating taps into the power of the sun to provide an eco-friendly and cost-effective alternative to traditional methods. In this article, we'll delve into the workings, benefits, and considerations of solar water heating systems.

Table of Contents

Introduction

How Do Solar Water Heating Systems Work?

Types of Solar Water Heating Systems

Passive Systems

Active Systems

Components of a Solar Water Heating System

Solar Collectors

Heat Exchangers

Storage Tanks

Circulation Systems

Advantages of Solar Water Heating Systems

Renewable Energy Source

Reduced Energy Bills

Low Environmental Impact

Long-Term Savings

Installation Process

Assessment and Sizing

Collector Placement

Integration with Existing Systems

Factors to Consider

Climate and Sun Exposure

System Size and Capacity

Initial Investment

Maintenance Requirements

Comparing Solar Water Heating with Traditional Methods

Incentives and Rebates

FAQs

Is solar water heating suitable for all climates?

Can I completely replace my traditional water heating system with solar?

What happens on cloudy days or during the night?

Are there any government incentives for installing solar water heating systems?

How do I maintain a solar water heating system?

Conclusion

Introduction

Solar water heating systems are designed to utilize sunlight to heat water for various domestic and commercial purposes. This technology operates on the principle of converting solar energy into heat energy, which is then used to warm water. By doing so, it reduces the reliance on conventional energy sources and minimizes the carbon footprint associated with traditional water heating methods. Buy a solar water heater from Jupiter Solar,www.jupitersolars.in.

How Do Solar Water Heating Systems Work?

At the heart of a solar water heating system are solar collectors, typically installed on rooftops or other sun-exposed areas. These collectors absorb sunlight and convert it into heat, which is transferred to a heat exchanger. The heat exchanger then heats the water, which is stored in an insulated tank for later use. This heated water can be utilized for bathing, cleaning, space heating, and even swimming pools.

Types of Solar Water Heating Systems

Passive Systems

Passive systems are simpler in design and operation. They rely on natural convection to circulate water through the collectors and into the storage tank. These systems are best suited for regions with consistently warm temperatures and minimal freezing conditions.

Active Systems

Active systems, on the other hand, employ pumps or fans to circulate water through the collectors and into the storage tank. This approach is more suitable for areas with colder climates as it prevents freezing and ensures efficient heat transfer.

Components of a Solar Water Heating System

Solar water heating systems consist of several key components:

Solar Collectors

Solar collectors, often mounted on rooftops, are responsible for capturing sunlight and converting it into heat.

Heat Exchangers

The heat exchanger transfers the collected heat from the solar collectors to the water.

Storage Tanks

The heated water is stored in insulated storage tanks, ready for use when needed.

Circulation Systems

Active systems have circulation systems that move water between the collectors and the storage tank.

Advantages of Solar Water Heating Systems

Renewable Energy Source

Solar energy is renewable and virtually limitless, making it a sustainable choice for water heating.

Reduced Energy Bills

By relying on the sun's energy, homeowners can significantly reduce their monthly energy bills.

Low Environmental Impact

Solar water heating systems produce minimal greenhouse gas emissions compared to fossil fuel-based systems.

Long-Term Savings

While the initial investment may be higher, the long-term savings in energy costs make solar water heating systems a financially viable choice.

Installation Process

Installing a solar water heating system involves several steps:

Assessment and Sizing

Professionals assess your water usage patterns and sunlight exposure to determine the appropriate system size.

Collector Placement

Solar collectors are strategically placed to receive maximum sunlight exposure.

Integration with Existing Systems

Solar water heaters can be integrated with existing water heating systems to ensure a consistent supply of hot water.

Factors to Consider

Before installing a solar water heating system, consider the following factors:

Climate and Sun Exposure

The efficiency of the system depends on the climate and the amount of sunlight available.

System Size and Capacity

Choose a system size that suits your household's water consumption.

Initial Investment

While solar water heating systems have long-term benefits, the upfront cost should be considered.

Maintenance Requirements

Regular maintenance is required to ensure optimal system performance.

Comparing Solar Water Heating with Traditional Methods

Solar water heating systems outshine traditional methods in terms of energy efficiency and environmental impact.

Incentives and Rebates

Many governments and organizations offer incentives and rebates to promote the adoption of solar technologies.

Is solar water heating suitable for all climates?

Solar water heating systems are more effective in regions with ample sunlight, but advancements have made them suitable for a wider range of climates.

Can I completely replace my traditional water heating system with solar?

In most cases, solar water heating systems can meet a significant portion of your hot water needs, but a backup system might be necessary during periods of low sunlight.

What happens on cloudy days or during the night?

Systems equipped with storage tanks can store excess heat for use during cloudy days or at night.

Are there any government incentives for installing solar water heating systems?

Yes, many governments offer incentives, tax credits, and rebates to encourage the adoption of solar technologies.

How do I maintain a solar water heating system?

Regular inspections, cleaning of collectors, and occasional professional check-ups are necessary to maintain system efficiency.

Conclusion

Solar water heating systems represent a leap towards sustainable energy solutions. By harnessing the sun's abundant energy, these systems offer reduced energy bills, lower environmental impact, and a more secure energy future. As technology advances and incentives increase, embracing solar water heating systems is a step that benefits both the individual and the planet.

#Comparing Solar Water Heating with Traditional Methods #solar water heater #solar energy #bangalore #solar #india #solar water heaters #bengaluru #solar water heating #solar heater #hot water #solar system #Advantages of Solar Water Heating Systems #Solar Collectors #Types of Solar Water Heating Systems #How Do Solar Water Heating Systems Work?

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mysterymanjoseph · 2 years ago

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A Little Neck of the Woods: mysterymanjoseph and callsforjustice

Joseph had gotten the idea for the homestead out of thin air really. Finding the thousand acres of good land near the mountains in Idaho was not all that hard, and a crew to build the simple ranch house and barn structure was not difficult at all. The perimeter fence was nothing but wooden posts, with no trespassing, no hunting signs on them, no wire or anything to impede the travel of the animals that might pass through. The only real fencing was around the house and barn, to prevent 'close encounters', with any big predators that might wander in close. Solar and wind back up power systems were installed, as well as a water turbine set up from a good flowing stream nearby, no need to be on the grid. The place has a wood stove for heat, and even a wood fired cook stove. All construction finished, the big thing was firewood, and he had been working on that for weeks, taking dead fall from the edges of the mountain area, cutting it to length and splitting it with the hydraulic wood splitting machine he had brought in. All is about ready, as a blizzard was set to star the next day, and Joseph decided, after making certain all preparations were in order, to stay and ride it out, to see how everything fared. He was on his front porch, watching clouds roll in on one morning, when 'they' showed up, groups of people protesting that he was 'defiling' mother nature. Attacks were on social media against him as well, and he was sorely tempted to put his corporate cyber team on the case, to hack and scramble the accounts of anyone spreading the attacks, but, that would probably only make things worse. As he watches the groups hold up their signs, and shout slogans through loud speakers, he thinks, "They are doing more to disturb the wildlife than I am in any way."

@callsforjustice

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mariacallous · 4 months ago

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Global events during the past several years make three things crystal clear: Energy security is national security, abundant energy is an irreplaceable tool for adapting to climate volatility and improving living standards, and U.S. diplomacy abroad is only as credible as the concrete options and solutions the country brings to the table. In some cases, these are fully private solutions, such as the liquefied natural gas (LNG) exports that helped Europe weather the cutoff of Russian gas supplies resulting from Moscow’s 2022 invasion of Ukraine. In others, they are government-facilitated efforts, such as the power grid resilience efforts that the U.S. Agency for International Development led in the Philippines, Thailand, Ukraine, and other countries.

If Washington cannot deliver, China will and while doing so diminish U.S. position and power. Consider, for instance, the roughly 50 gigawatts of power projects that Chinese state-owned firms have built or are building for electricity systems in Brazil, Indonesia, and Vietnam—all of which are (or can be) key U.S. regional partners.

Washington should openly embrace and lead the fight against global energy poverty. The same way the Green Revolution enhanced U.S. power and position by improving food security across the global south two generations ago, so too can an energy abundance revolution bolster the U.S. strategic position in this generation’s great-power competition.

The United States’ tremendous resource base, technological capabilities, and industrial prowess position it to first ensure that U.S. citizens do not face “heat versus eat” decisions and then to build a better world for the billions of people who still live in energy poverty. Full pursuit of these two vital priorities will cement Americans’ own prosperity and strategic position.

When the United States pursues energy abundance itself and postures other countries to do the same, it fortifies the world against tyrants, such as Russia’s Vladimir Putin, who would use energy as a weapon. Imagine how dark—figuratively and literally—the world would be if U.S. exporters had not been able to swing their LNG exports to Europe in a matter of days and weeks once Russia began curtailing gas supplies before and after its second invasion of Ukraine? Just as the Berlin Airlift helped the free world stand strong in 1948, so too did the U.S.-led effort in 2022 help keep Kyiv free.

Energy abundance also enriches, and saves, individual lives. It means more children drinking safe water in Nigeria and Sudan, fewer women breathing harmful wood smoke in rural India, and more parents elevating their families with better paying jobs in Ethiopia, Vietnam, and the Philippines.

Former Nigerian Vice President Yemi Osinbajo likely spoke for billions of people in the developing world when he wrote in Foreign Affairs in 2021 that “our citizens cannot be forced to wait for battery prices to fall or new technologies to be created in order to have reliable energy and live modern, dignified lives.” Helping them to fulfill aspirations of access to modern energy sources would, as I have showed in previous work, make billions of lives better while winning hearts and minds in the process.

Washington is uniquely positioned to lead energy poverty alleviation efforts, since the United States has the greatest comprehensive global competitive capacity in energy production. To be sure, this is not the case in every potential energy value chain. Wind and solar are already dominated by China, whose industrial policy has yielded massive overcapacity relative to demand. Spending hundreds of billions of dollars in U.S. taxpayer funds to chase those manufacturing sectors would be poor fiscal stewardship.

The United States should instead take advantage of cheap and low-security-risk Chinese basic hardware, such as solar panels, and for other, more security-sensitive items, such as control systems and the inverters that change direct current electricity into alternating current, require a separate edition that is manufactured in the United States, Canada, or Mexico and which runs audited, open-source software with verified datalink and internet connection hardware.

In other critical areas that comprise much larger sectors of global energy supply now, such as oil and natural gas, the United States is extremely competitive. In 2023, it accounted for about 16 percent of global crude oil production and approximately 25 percent of natural gas production. The shale boom that lifted U.S. production to these levels offers a critical, and apropos, historical lens because what started as a fundamentally domestic enterprise in the mid-2000s ended up achieving transformative energy security impacts far beyond U.S. borders. Europe’s ability to withstand Russian gas coercion during the first phases of the Ukraine war by surging imports of U.S.-produced LNG testifies to this reality.

Parts of Africa and Ukraine each have major gas development potential that could be accelerated with injections of U.S. firms’ capital and expertise and yield mutually beneficial partnerships. One way to begin facilitating such interactions literally requires the stroke of a pen: changing the Treasury Department’s “Guidance on Fossil Fuel Energy at the Multilateral Development Banks” so that instead of stifling natural gas development in the global south by discouraging foreign investment, it encourages it.

Doing so would open the landscape for public capital providers such as the International Monetary Fund and World Bank to help de-risk the gas-fired power plants and pipeline projects needed to get gas molecules to market in energy-hungry countries with indigenous gas resources. These demand signals and infrastructure would in turn catalyze drilling and production of gas. These steps can catalyze a virtuous cycle in which developing countries accelerate their own economic growth and reduce energy poverty.

U.S. producers, manufacturers, and financiers are also well positioned to shape the development and deployment of new, low-emission, resilient, and secure baseload energy resources from geothermal and next-generation nuclear. Both sectors leverage unparalleled domestic U.S. expertise in subsurface geology, advanced manufacturing, and the marriage of technical expertise and financial prowess that is needed to achieve terawatt-sized scale-up.

Depending on the reactor size, each gigawatt of need is likely to require somewhere between three and 70 small modular reactors, or SMRs, each of which is likely to cost $70 million or more. With a global addressable market that is easily in the hundreds of gigawatts—including in Africa, Latin America, South Asia, and Southeast Asia—the opportunity is enormous. China and Russia already operate SMRs and are also vying to be the energy supplier of choice for many of these areas, a reality that must invigorate U.S. competitive spirit. To boot, meeting the emerging nuclear opportunity is not just an U.S. venture but an allied one—Australian and Canadian uranium and Japanese and South Korean construction, steel, and forging capabilities will also be critical. Advanced geothermal can also strongly compete in many of the same markets as nuclear, particularly in East Africa and the Indo-Pacific.

To unlock nuclear and geothermal opportunities, the Trump administration should take three key steps. First, the Defense Department should consider becoming an anchor customer for SMRs and advanced geothermal—starting in Alaska. An open competition should be used to select the most appropriate technology at the lowest cost and highest safety and scalability, with the incentive of being able to serve one of the world’s largest energy-consuming entities.

Second, the administration should consider seeking supplemental funding for the International Development Finance Corp. (DFC). DFC was established in 2019 and is the U.S. government’s development finance institution. It partners with private capital to invest throughout the developing world and strategic locations in sectors including energy, health care, critical infrastructure, and technology. DFC backing can potentially help facilitate exports of U.S. firms’ advanced nuclear reactors and geothermal systems. To ensure congruence with core U.S. national interests, DFC should be encouraged to prioritize project financing for areas with the highest combination of strategic competition and energy poverty.

Third, the administration should launch an Indo-Pacific energy geoeconomics initiative. Electricity and fuels are a critical competitive domain, and the United States should leverage its competitive advantages across the clean and reliable energy sources and technologies it excels at: LNG now and, with the right approach, advanced geothermal and modular nuclear in the near future.

Writing 67 years ago, U.S. Sen. Hubert Humphrey noted that “[o]ur reserves of food and fiber, and our ability to produce such commodities in abundance, are resources to be prized; to be used boldly and imaginatively, and not be dribbled away.” Substituting “energy” for “food and fiber” makes the statement as relevant in 2025 as it was in 1958.

Energy offers opportunities for the United States to do well for itself, improve lives in allied and partner countries, and short-circuit its adversaries’ attempts to corrode and damage a global architecture that has delivered unprecedented prosperity and well-being over the past 80 years. An energy abundance agenda can help underwrite human betterment, peace, and security. The United States can pursue it in a fully bipartisan fashion. And most importantly, the work starts now, at home.

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If the iterators happen to need groundwater,how do they get it?If there's even any left or at least if the groundwater is deep inside the earth.

Before FP's collapse, NSH, UI, and CW all joined a group with other iterators that needed to find a way to get off of their umbilicals before their own collapses. Water at this point was running scarcer because of the collapse and dysfunction of many other iterators.

"We do need some sort of energy input in order to function our puppets, sooo, I thought, what better alternative to water energy than solar energy? We worked together to find a safe way to modify our puppets and input systems to intake heat instead of water, which took a long time by the way! Our creators certainly didn't have many blueprints left abour our structures, so I used what I could and badabing badaboom!"

#thank you for your ask!!!#he is very silly<3 #alr guys hear me out on bioengineering sig #rw no significant harassment #no significant harassment #rain world #mai's art load #rw dried au #dried asks

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snek-in-a-hat · 11 months ago

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Day 3 @augusnippets

3: Thunderstorm / Blizzard / Heat Wave

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'Should I get out and push?'

Leader glared at Right Hand's question as they pressed on the accelerator for the third time to no avail.

Cetus I - 77 was not a temperate planet, but was rich in rare minerals and deemed worth attempting to set up a base camp for future mining operations. It's surface was typically about 250 degrees Fahrenheit, reaching 300 in some places at the peak of the solar day. It's atmosphere was not quite breathable, nor were the gaseous particle storms non-hazardous, but all in all, it would not be the most difficult planet the human systems union had attempted to tame, even if only temporarily.

Unfortunately they would be no closer to setting up the base camp at the location Scientist had proposed if their climber kept getting stuck in the fine sands that covered a majority of the planet.

'They need to start sending us equipment that works,' growled Leader as they made to secure their suit and exit the vehicle.

'You'd hate it. It would make the job too easy.'

Leader couldn't stop the little chuckle from escaping.

'Stay here,' they warned as Right Hand began to unbuckle themselves from the co-pilot seat. At their confused look, they added, 'Someone needs to keep an eye on the weather patterns and the radio.'

Right Hand slouched back in their seat with a huff.

'Be right back,' Leader called, grabbing one of the folding field shovels.

The chamber depressurized and it was like the opening of an oven. Leader cursed at the brightness overwhelming them and the heat that immediately began to put their suit systems to work.

They ignored the blaring of the heat alarm and trekked to the back of the climber. Thankfully nothing looked broken, but it seemed that the wheels might need to be dug out of the sand.

Leader felt the sweat pouring down their back and temples before they'd even started.

Too easy, they scoffed to themselves and began digging at the back left wheel.

It felt like they were moving in slow motion. It seemed that every shovelful was almost replaced by the wind blowing more sand back into the hole. Leader cursed again at the heat and themselves for not thinking to drink some water before sealing the suit and going outside.

A pounding headache was making itself known right behind their eyes and the arm holding the shovel began to shake.

Slowly leader moved their way over to the other wheel and began digging it out. They tried to go quickly to avoid the wind undoing their work. They had only intended to be outside for about 5-10 minutes, but they had no idea how long it had been. Somewhere in the back of their mind, they recognized that probably was not a good thing. As leader bent down to get another shovelful, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook them and they crashed to their knees.

They reached a shaking hand to their communicator and called for Right Hand. Something was definitely wrong.

Hearing no answer, they tried again, but the last thing they heard was static before darkness took them.

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Right Hand kept glancing at the clock while keeping an eye on the radar. A storm would likely head in their direction, but probably not for another 30 minutes. As it was Leader had already been gone for 10 minutes, but Right Hand didn't dare bother then when they were pissed at the climber. It was a recipe for disaster. Besides, the proximity sensors were showing that Leader was working on the back left wheel.

Another 5 minutes passed and Right Hand was beginning to get worried. That storm was definitely going to hit.

'Hey, Leader. Sorry to bother you, but I think that storm is coming our way. I think we've got another 15 minutes. Do you need some help?'

There was nothing but static. It wasn't necessarily surprising. Leader often didn't answer Right Hand, especially if they offered help. They checked the sensors again. Leader was now by the right back wheel.

Another 5 minutes passed and Right Hand made up their mind. Angry or not, Leader would need their help to finish up and get them out of the storm's path. Besides they had already exceeded the recommended time for being out on Cetus' surface.

Right Hand affixed their suit and depressurized the chamber. The sudden wave hit them and their stomach clenched. It was HOT.

They worked their way to the back of the climber, but noticed a distinct lack of noise. No shovel scraping sand, no clangs from Leader hitting the vehicle, or muffled curses.

As they rounded the corner, Right Hand gasped. Leader was face down in the sand and slowly being buried as the wind blew more and more on top of their body.

'Shit. Shit. Shit!'

They rushed to Leader's side and began tapping on their helmet. Right Hand cursed at the lack of response. They looked to the horizon and saw the storm was now visible and growing closer. They needed to get inside the climber now.

Right Hand stooped and pulled Leader into a fireman's carry. They would have to ride out the storm inside the vehicle and hope that the seals didn't come loose.

As carefully as they could, they placed Leader on the floor and repressurized the chamber. Right Hand ripped their helmet off and then Leader's.

Right Hand felt for a pulse and let out a small sigh. It was strong, but way too fast. Further inspection revealed skin that was far too hot and dry. Not to mention the fact that Leader was out like a light.

An examination of Leader's suit showed that the cooling systems were broken and probably had been for some time. The communicator was fried and the seals were worn. But at least the heat alarm works, Right Hand thought wryly.

The climber shuddered as the storm finally hit and the emergency lighting switched to red. Holding their breath until they were sure the seals would hold, Right Hand resolved to go get some cool towels and water. If they were lucky, the secondary transmitter was still functioning and they could get a distress call back to the ship.

'They definitely need to start sending us equipment that works.'

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Apologies, I know this one is probably double the max recommended length, but I didn't feel like I could cut it down! Please let me know if I missed any CW tags. Day 3 done!

#augusnippets #augusnippets day 3 #path of whumperless whump #whump event #whump prompt #whump #heat exhaustion #heat stroke

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lauri-rosehearts · 2 years ago

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Silver Millennium planet civilization and society headcanons (for the inner senshi)

I mainly came up with these based on how I think biology would work and adapt based on the climate of the planets as well as the pre existing personalities of our girls. I have yet to really give thoughts on the outer senshi so I’ll stick to the 4 inner senshi for now. Please know, I’m not an expert in biology so this is in no way actually accurate to real life

Mercury: I feel like Mercury would have dystopian vibes. Even back in the silver millennium, they would be super advanced in terms of moderns day technology. Like what we have today, they already had then. Mercury would have very technologically advanced advanced culture due to their value of knowledge and wisdom, using their intelligence to constantly continue innovation. Mercury has very polarizing climate, being very hot during the day but very cold during the night, the people of Mercury tend to be born with either very pale skin or very dark skin, with anything in between being very rare. The darker skinned citizens have a better resistance to the heat of the day while the paler citizens are more resistant to the freezing temperature of the night. Because of this, a lot of people have a preference for when they like to go outside and be productive, meaning the planet is always up and running. When half of the population is asleep during the day, the other half is working, and the same thing vice versa at night. Now because of the innovative technology, what temperature resistance you have hardly matters anymore since there’s plenty of accessibility to technology that can counterbalance it, but some people still have preferences. Magic isn’t really used and is only really accessible to the royal family. Even then, Princess Mercury prefers relying on technological gadgets to go about everyday life rather than her powers, said powers which reflect the planets climate quite well through the different forms of water, from instant vapor and mist reflecting on the heat of the day, to the solid ice that reflects on the cold.

Venus: Venus is the hottest planet and as a result, the people there are often born ranging from tanned to very dark skinned to adapt to the hot climate. Venusians are also very sensual people and in touch with their sexuality. These two things mainly influence a lot of the fashion, which is very revealing and leaves not much to the imagination, both for practicality as it makes dealing with the hot climate a lot easier, and because the people of Venus have never been ashamed of nudity and have always normalized the human body at its most vulnerable state. If anything they actually find it kinda weird to wear anything at a beach. They also greatly value beauty and fashion as a form of self expression, and the planet is known by the reat of the solar system for having very beautiful people and very high value and taste fashion. They celebrate celebrate beauty and love in all forms. They believe beauty knows no limits, and isn’t about how you look like, but how you style and express yourself, essentially they believe confidence is the key. They’re very firm about their acceptance of love of all kinds: self, platonic, familial, and romantic regardless of gender. To them, love is a spectrum that shouldn’t be held by rigid norms. Due to this, they can sometimes come off as arrogant or intrusive to outsiders, but in reality, they’re just very comfortable with who they are as people and the expression that comes with it. They’re also extremely just, and won’t hesitate to fight to the end for what they think is right. Magic is a pretty common in everyday life for them but they also have great respect for Blacksmithing and weaponry, so much so that the two things have sorta meshed together over time. They especially take pride in the fact that their planet has been the home of the sacred sword since pretty much the day it was created, having been entrusted to the members of the Venusian royal family. Since the sword is magical, it gets magically bound to the current wielder. And with each generation the sword gets passed down and magically bonded to a new member of the royal family. The current keeper of it is Princess Venus herself, as only she can really wield it with its magical properties. Her powers also reflect on the use of metal and light magic as well. With her magic often taking the form of physical objects or beams of light, which in a way parallel venus as a planet being the hottest in the solar system.

Mars: Mars is a very cold planet, and this is at its core what defines most things about it. The people native to Mars are very often very pale, like Snow White levels of pale to adapt to this cold. Back in ancient history, during the age of the primordial deities, Mars was barely habitable due to the harsh climate. Because of this suffering, the planet fell into chaos, leaving the planet without a ruler and hardly any sense of society, in a way this is why its historically associated with War (in reference to Mars being the roman god of war idk). This all changed when a miracle happened. A girl with a mysterious fire power with psychic connections was born from a magicless family. This fire was impossible to put out due to its magical properties. As the girl grew up, she used her abilities to spread warmth into the homes of people, each family getting a piece of the flame in the hearths of their homes. With this, civilization slowly started to rebuild, and the girl was proclaimed a hero by the people of Mars. When she came of age, she was proclaimed the rightful ruler of Mars and was crowned Queen. Since then, the magical flame has been carried through the royal bloodline, with there being ome wielder per generation. The current keeper of the flame is Princess Mars, and she is dead serious about her responsibilities with said power. Due to this history and legend, the people of Mars are very deep believers and in touch with their spiritual sides, since it was a miracle born child that essentially saved their society. Because of how in touch they are with the spirit world, its not uncommon for very talented psychics to come about from planet Mars. Contrary to Mercurians who prefer logic and a scientific explanation for their beliefs, Marsians are more flexible when it comes to believing in superstition and legend. (The flame backstory was admittedly very heavily inspired by the Dragon Flame in Winx Club lol)

Jupiter(warning, this is where I start pretty much mostly ignore science and factual biology): As the biggest planet, half of it is actually pretty deserted and unpopulated. Despite this, due to the abundance of “land” it has, its one of the richest planets to the point poverty is pretty much nonexistent. Pretty much all of the civilization is built on the air, as in, all of the buildings float still up in the air due to the lack of solid ground from the planet being a gas giant. Lots of outsiders seem to think the planet would be a terrible place to grow vegetation but its actually great. Due to the solid ground the citizens built up on the air, growing vegetation is very much possible. In fact, the planet’s Kingdom is home to many beautiful flowers with magical properties. Its also because of this “built on air civilization” that pretty much everyone is able to live in Jupiter. So natives are born with all different kinds of skintones and features, albeit their bodies are often a bit more fit due to them being naturally very strong. In fact, Jupiter has a pretty high population of immigrants from other planets BECAUSE the climate in the city is good for anyone. Since Jupiterians greatly value a balance between physical and emotional strength, as well as a balance of masculine and feminine traits regardless of gender, with the average citizen naturally having the strength of 10 earthlings (and thats without having to build any muscle) but also processing great emotional intelligence and being extremely good at taking care of others in time of need, you could say they’re great in both the offensive and defensive. They are proud of their planet being the home to the great storm but they also greatly value nature and plants. These traits are best reflected in their heir, Princess Jupiter. Having even greater physical strength than the average citizen, but also having a very nurturing, loyal and loving presence around her citizens. This duality is also reflecting in her powers as she can make vegetation and plants grow at will, while also being the one with the ability to call upon the Planet’s storm, controlling and using its thunder to defend her people and loved ones.

That’s pretty much what I have for now. Thank you for letting me share!!

#sailor moon headcanons #silver millennium #sailor moon

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