#Well almost

[agendratum]

The Untamed as text posts (101/?)

[homolobotomized]

*die for him

[autovillv]

10 minute costume (small cheetos) vs 3 HOUR COSTUME (the BIG cheetos)

[ghost-dusk]

Okay, hear me out

Remember this Snow leopard caribou from the North and South comic? I didn’t until recently and

What if

[rorschachiris]

is the world outside burning? some kind of bonfire festival? is it just a dramatic sunset?? unimportant ✨️

[alenseress]

Haunted estate au — RE8

[lindagoesmushrooming]

Nibbled on

Amanita muscaria

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

[bruciemilf]

WAYNES + Greek Gods

[milkcurdles]

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness!

[casteru]

the gang is here

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Julius Caesar has been dead for MMLXVII, slutty, slutty, years

[wolframpant]

I, Claudius - Episode 5 Poison is Queen

[z0mbiew00d]

why does scottpulse make so much sense though..

SCOTTPULSE IS SO FUCKING GOOD. They have awesome interactions in every season and have multiple alliances over the series and Impulse literally calls Scott the nicest guy ever in Limited Life and Scott says if there’s anyone he trusts not the scam him of the enchanter it’s Impulse in Last Life

They mean so much to me they’re my number 2 ship (after zombiewood)

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Thinking, thonking, thimking.... too much red? HELL NAW

[carionto]

Planets and plants are weird

Context one, two and three (the comments here heavily influenced this)

"It caught on fire again!"

Exclaimed Everie for the third time in as many months. His colleagues - Henrietta and Gieverne - are pondering their own problems. The three scientists (plus five currently normal Human not-mutated interns) were busy being frustrated with the dinosaur planet they named Ramforinkus.

Large swathes of the planet seem to just... catch on fire randomly, probably due to the high oxygen concentration. What's weird is that even though the atmosphere is mostly homogeneous the fires don't spread more than about 7-9 kilometers at a time, and only burn the top layer of vegetation. The ferns are quite fire retardant, and the lower levels of the insanely deep forests and jungles are rich in carbon dioxide.

It appears the plant-life maintains some sort of semi-gaseous moisture layer that traps the CO2 below, but releases it once they detect their upper leaves are burning, quenching the flames. The burnt leaves fall down and create a kind of natural fertilizer.

In a similar manner, the algae layer covering every body of water we could discern also regularly catches on fire. This, however, burns up almost the entire area, which can be from a few thousands to several hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, creating a very awful sludge layer that slowly sinks and poisons the water. Well, it would be poisonous if this planet had any kind of fish or other fauna. As it stands, it just becomes a very healthy source of food for the algae spores.

Due to this volatile nature, the local atmospheric composition shifts quite wildly in short bursts, rendering it impossible for any unshielded creature we were planning to introduce to survive. Even if we made it fire resistant (which we did after quite a few trials) we have so far been unable to make one that can breathe air that has almost no CO2 and high O2, to almost the inverse.

Even by Human standards, we have to admit that this is, in fact, a Deathworld.

In the upper layers that is.

It took Gieverne almost a month to get approval to transfer the station here plus a nightmarish effort to actually tow it through hyperspace. We are not giving up that easily.

The lower layers, especially down by the root systems, are actually quite stable. And the soil is incredibly rich. Okay, the air down there is almost entirely unbreathable for any known species within the Galaxy, save for some extremophile bacteria, but it is a stable impossibility, and we can work with that.

If we can't have flying dinosaurs here, then we'll make burrowing ones! Henrietta finished a mug of extra strong cup of cocoa and muttered ominously, to the dismay of her intern:

"Mark my words, Ramforinkus. You will either sustain dinosaurs I make for you, or I'll remake you into a world where the ones I grew up with in picture books can live on."