#gaseous exchange

[callistineproject]

The Stomata in Plants

The stomata plays a key role in the respiration of plants. The stomata are pores found on the epidermis of leaves. However stomata can also be found on the stem on some plants. Stomata are multiple stomas. The image below shows stomata under a microscope, and the one below that is an image of stoma found on the web.

The stoma is made up of guard cells (the sausage like shape in the image above) and is surrounded by the epidermal cell and the subsidiary cell.

These guard cells open when the stomata have taken in a lot of water (this is called the turgid state). They close when the opposite happens (this is called the flacid state).

Stomata open to for the uptake of carbon dioxide and release of oxygen. They close for the uptake of oxygen and release of carbon dioxide.

A problem that plants face is the loss of water. To prevent this as much as possible, the stomata open for a short amount of time before closing.

[totalphysiologycom]

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[seat-safety-switch]

You might be surprised to hear that every arena of human endeavour has weird perverts who try hard to rattle the cage of normal, hard-working people. For me, it's obviously my vast collection of rattle-trap Malaise Era semi-destroyed vehicles. I've always been interested in meeting freaks in other industries and hearing long diatribes about extreme technical details that I don't really care about, so when my cousin finally retired from his job at the newspaper, I lifted his "Press" pass from his bedroom dresser when he thought I was having a heart attack at Thanksgiving dinner.

Turns out I didn't really need to do that, because my dentist is one of those freaks. One of those accidents of geographic proximity brought him to me, and we became fast friends once we each realized what the other had to offer. Dr. Incisor (not his real name; also potentially not a doctor) had a thing for fixing the absolute worst mouths that he could find. Years of working a boring suburbanite dentist clinic had taken their toll on his sanity: fill this cavity, lecture about flossing, do that root canal. Nothing truly ambitious, not at all like the dentists he would read about as a boy in bicuspid-adventure novels.

His deal was simple: he'd pay me in nitrous oxide, under the table. Finally, I could return to the drag strip and beat my rival, Steve "Nipples" Hemingway, in the eighth-mile with the help of a gaseous power-adder blowing its way through the rings of my exceptionally low-compression Slant Six beneath the dimpled hood of one of my many shitrods. In exchange, he expected me to bring to him what he called "project mouths."

If I could locate the worst teeth in the city, and drag them before him, he wouldn't even charge them for dental work. He would, however, broadcast it on his live Twitch channel, which it turns out violated a whole shitload of medical-privacy laws. I told him from the start that he should have dressed up like a cartoon lion, or at least used an anime girl vtuber, but he insisted that the "cowards of medicine" face him on equal footing as he descended into the molar (and moral) hells I placed before him.

I'll never forget his frenzied, angry screaming as they dragged him off to prison for malpractice. Don't worry, I stayed behind to make sure the clinic nitrous tank was safely discharged. Don't want any firefighters showing up. Those folks can be real freaks when they see a cool oxidizer-involved fire.

[snorky]

You?

Hey y’all! I apologize for taking forever with this story, I’ve been extremely busy recently. This fic is a lot more “iffy” than some of my works, so I’ll be sure to write something much fluffier next time, I promise. Auston Matthews in this story is basically a personification of someone I know in real life, unfortunately, but I’m pretty sure the real Auston wouldn’t be such an a-hole. The title is based off of the song “You” by Two Feet. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and please remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Auston Matthews x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst, Friends-with-Benefits situation, A-hole!Auston Matthews, Toxic Relationship

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The rain poured down in Toronto. It always does at this time of year. But on this night especially, the rain just didn’t seem to stop. City lights hung outside, twinkling and glimmering, emphasized by the raindrops that rolled down her living room window.

They hung like the stars that weren’t present in the Toronto night because of light pollution. It replaced the gaseous stars with man-made ones. It was so breath-taking and yet, a horrifying thought to think about.

White noise flowed from the TV, a jumble of mindless words and sounds of whatever was going on in the world at the moment. A reflection of what it seemed to be like in her head. The bright screen illuminated her face, intensifying her tired, worn-out expression.

Sitting on the living room floor against her couch, her mind ran endlessly, wondering so much about how she got here. Here in Toronto, so far away from home. 

‘It was only meant to be for school,’ she told herself. 

Ambitious and unstoppable, she wanted to pursue something so big. So big in fact, that her parents didn’t want her to, but she didn’t listen to them. Never did. 

“You’re a small girl with big dreams, huh?”

His words rang in her ears. A siren’s song that lured her in when she first met him at some cafe on a Saturday morning, their orders getting mixed up. They chatted for a bit, falling into a natural conversation about life in Toronto and how it felt far away from home for the both of them.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I grew up in Arizona, so ending up in Toronto was something new.”

She smiled, “Really? That’s neat,”

He hummed, looking up from his coffee and making eye contact with her, “I should take you there sometime.” He winked.

A laugh bubbled up from her throat, pulling a smile from him. She thought about it, visiting Arizona with a charming, handsome man seemed like a fun vacation. Plus, she hadn’t traveled much recently.

“Your laugh is sweet, you know?” His voice was weaved with a genuine tone. “I want to hear it more often, darling.”

Warm red crept up onto her face, blushing at his words. “Auston,” she let out a soft and yet warning tone. She didn’t want to fall for him. Her life was already busy enough with studying and working a job at a flower store downtown. Letting Auston in her life, her world, was a risky decision.

“Sweetheart,” he mirrored her tone, noticing her rigidness. “I mean it, I want to know you more.”

Silence fell between them, the whirring of the coffee machine and the chatter of other customers being the only noise in the air. Her gaze was directed towards her room-temp cup of coffee that she forgot to drink while talking with Auston, and he noticed it.

“We can take it slow, I’ll take you out and we can get to know each other more.” He smiled.

She smiled back and nodded, and they exchanged numbers and kept in contact over the months. More sweet coffee dates, more of him spoiling her with gifts, more of her energy being put into him, and more of their time spent together.

As they spent more time together, she started to fall for him, his cliche charming smile, his fast-paced life as an athlete, glamorous or not, and every detail about him. She grew closer and closer to him, but she kept her guard up.

There was no choice. Something inside of her kept nagging her to do so. She didn’t understand why she felt the need to, but she did, just in case. He knew some bits about her, and he noticed how she seemed quiet, but he never thought more of it. Maybe that’s where he went wrong, the fact that he didn’t think more than once or twice about something. Maybe she should’ve kept her guard up.

She was tired of Auston’s behavior. It was draining her, badly. Enough so, that her friends told her to block him, ignore him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Auston meant so much to her, or at least she felt like he did. It didn’t matter if he cared about her or not. 

It didn’t matter that she had only known him for the past six months. There was something about him that drew her towards him. A moth towards a burning flame.

Radio silence was an ordinary thing to hear from Auston, however. She wouldn’t hear back from him for days and weeks, and then suddenly, just like that, he was back in her life. A flash of his message on her screen and she was a tangled mess for him. 

She had her own life and she was aware, and yet her mind kept lingering towards Auston when it could, but Auston was just, beyond tempting. 

The way his confidence never seemed to falter. The way his voice flowed smoothly as he spoke. The way he never failed to constantly wear his chain, no matter what. The way his mustache seemed to compliment his boldness. The way his warm, dark eyes lingered on her when she was wearing that one dress that seemed to captivate him.

“You look stunning, sugar.” He sighed as he leaned in to catch her lips with his, rough fingers grazing gently against her chin.

She kissed back, the slight taste of him on her lips, “You look even more handsome, Aus.”

The night sparkled behind them, a cool Toronto breeze brushing past. They stood outside a fancy restaurant downtown, slow jazz music flowing out of the doors. His navy blue suit seemed to fit him in all the right places, emphasizing his arms and broad frame.

He caught her eyes gazing at him and the sides of his lips curled upwards, “Like what you see, darling?”

A loud boom of thunder rumbled outside, snapping her back to reality. The TV was still on, her body sat on the living room carpet against the couch, and the sound of the dishwasher was running in the kitchen.

She sighed, thinking about everything she knew at the moment. Her mind was a raging storm, and she stood amidst all of it. 

Auston was simultaneously both the most heavenly and haunting soul she had ever met. As much as she wanted to ignore his faults and wrongs, she so badly wanted to admire all the good things he had brought into her world.

Her world. It sounded so strange when considering the fact that she had her own life before meeting Auston. But now, he was all she ever wanted. His touch, his gaze, his attention, all of it.

And yet, she felt sick to her stomach thinking about him. Every text he sent made her nauseous. He was a sour taste on her tongue and she savored every bit of it. She spent all of her days and nights trying to spend time with him. So much, that she created her own radio silence with her friends.

“Girl, where have you been?” one of her friends questioned. “You’ve been so quiet recently,”

The sun shined down on the group outside, sitting under the large umbrella centered at the table of the restaurant served brunch. At this time of day, it was either old ladies gossiping religiously on a Sunday noon or families on vacation looking for breakfast.

“I’ve been busy, sorry.” She was busy, but maybe with all the wrong things.

Another one of her friends looked at her quizzically, “You’ve been talking to Auston, haven’t you?” She looked at her, taking a bite of her scrambled eggs. “You look tired, I can tell,” she said quietly.

Taking a sip of her mimosa, she thought about it. Maybe she had been spending too much time with Auston. Maybe it was wearing her down much more than she thought. Maybe she forgot to take care of herself.

“We’re here if you need anything, we mean it,” her friend spoke genuinely.

It made her heart ache to think that her friends had to worry about her like this. Nonetheless, she nodded with a gentle smile as a response, and continued to enjoy her brunch with her friends, indulging in the sweet french toast she had on her plate.

Her friends still worried about her often, texting her and calling to check in with her every now and then. She appreciated the gesture, but she assured them that she was doing okay, but was she really?

Was she really okay if it made her heart ache to think about Auston with someone else? Was she really okay if her stomach churned at the mere thought of him leaving her?

A message popped up on her phone that sat on the round coffee table in her living room. Her heart started beating quicker, wondering who it was that would text her at this hour.

You up? - Auston

[milkyruins]

## yang jeongin x reader, NOT A "SHIRT"

this is my submission for @kflixnet's exchange event!! i've been so excited for this event y'all have no idea. and this is for the lovely @hyuukais (ace), who happens to be innie biased (good taste <3!). it's been a pleasure lowkey stalking your blog LMAO and i hope this baby drabble brings you joy <33

summary: no, yang jeongin, your gym fit? not a shirt.

genre: fluff

content warnings: commenting on someone's dress/appearance, commenting on a lack of clothing, mildly suggestive description of bodily appearance

wc: ~.4k

it was one of those sluggish afternoons. you were glued to the couch, entranced by whatever saturated your feed-- so much so that you barely heard your boyfriend greet you.

"baby?"

for the first time in hours, you rise up and out of your cat-like lounging sprawl. you turn to greet jeongin, only to be graced with the most godly vision of all time. your jaw unscrews.

"innie, what's that you're wearing?"

he paused, pouting ever so slightly in concentration. after a beat, he responded. "a shirt?" his eyebrows scrunch together.

that's an overstatement. he had just returned from the gym, and whatever he was wearing did not cover enough surface area to count as a "shirt".

completely disregarding his (questioning) answer, you reply. "a... muscle tee. that's a muscle tee, baby. not a-" you make sure to create very pointed air quotations. "-shirt."

that wasn't all. after a grueling workout session with the seo changbin, his top was soaked with sweat, allowing it to cling to his muscular torso in all sorts of appealing ways. and that's not to even mention how amazing his arms looked after months of grueling arm days. he was truly sculpted by the gods, and this shirt highlighted his divinity.

you watch as his facial expression softens and he almost giggles. he takes the opportunity to use the collar of his "shirt" to fan himself off. cocky bastard. "what? you don't like it?"

you scramble to respond in some coherent form or another. "innie... you know how i feel..."

he shoots you an infuriating grin. "hm?"

you suck in a long breath and let in an even longer exhale. "you're hot dude."

yang jeongin, at that moment in time, beamed so hard that you thought you were staring the giant gaseous mass that was the sun straight in the eye. goodness, he was the cutest ever.

but then something devious flashed in his eyes. with a slow gait reminiscent of how a predator stalks its prey, he approached your spot on the couch. and you began to notice all too late. "love? what's going o-"

"gotcha!" he sing-songs, holding you in a warm but awfully sweaty embrace. you let out jokey sounds of protest as he snuggles into you, letting his drenched locks tickle the nape of your neck.

"i-innie!"

he settles further into the side of your neck. you feel the heat of his pant fan against your skin. your jeongin tries to say something, but it's muffled by his snuggling position. you tap him a few times before he rises and repeats himself. "i think you're hot too, dude."

[smaller-comfort]

Now I keep thinking about Aephorul, surveying all the forklift certified Songsters working on Es'tristae, and then filing all of their complaints about unsafe working conditions directly in the trash.

He keeps his "World's #1 Boss" coffee mug (a gift from Two) on his desk next to a framed picture of Resh'an.

Pondering timelines and things under the cut.

Resh'an talks about wanting natural flight

Aephorul finds the birdmen on Serai's world and makes a deal with them- he synthesizes their souls into a transmutation spell for Resh'an, and they get mind magic and a god

He takes a bunch of Songsters hostage to force T'kor to build Es'tristae. This may or may not happen before he completes the spell for Resh'an.

The human Queen sells out her people in exchange for a body made of guns. This may or may not happen before the spell is complete and the Songsters are subjugated.

Resh'an gets his birthday gift. This may or may not happen before (3) and (4).

Resh'an captures the Sands of Time with Aephorul's help.

At least several hundred years later, Resh'an finds out about Aephorul; they start fighting

Resh'an breaks the space-time continuum.

Aephorul starts building the Clockwork Castle (to impress Resh'an. Bruh.)

Cael and the kids build the cloud condensers for Sky Base

Aephorul crashes the moon into the ocean and blots out the sun, solidifying his base on Serai's world

Night Shroud over Lucent

Aephorul withdraws from homeworld

Dweller of Strife takes out the Order

Erlina and Brugaves turn traitor

Events of the game happen

Stuff that I can't place but will have to make decisions on at some point-

The last of the Songsters die or get turned into gaseous soul-forms. ('Untethered souls', which are not the same thing as ghosts; Hortense and the former Aventry Manor staff aren't subject to the same limitations.) We don't know how long Aephorul was experimenting on them. I would probably put this between 7 and 8 on the list above, followed by:

The transformation of the remaining Repine humans into cyborgs. Could happen concurrently with any number of other items in the list. I think the humans probably fell after the Songsters, and Aephorul used what he learned from the Songsters to create the cyborgs.

Barrier over Mesa Island- was this raised by Khukharr as a containment measure after DoS? Or was it raised after Aephorul left? Can Khukharr raise and lower it at will?

The Acolytes can move through the barrier without issue, but we don't actually know how teleportation works.

How did Yomara get to Songshroom Marsh? Has she been there since before the barrier went up? Could she leave before it came down?

When did Romaya move into the eastern swamp? Could she have left without getting pulled in by the DoW? Her soulstones can cancel DoW's summons, but if Woe were really determined to take her, would she have stood a chance?

Can't decide if I like the idea of Moyara also having an affinity for swamps, or if she didn't even know how to swim.

[gremlin-bear-boi]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬

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the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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masterlist

[this is for male readers and gender neutral readers only. pronouns are (he/they). female readers or female aligned dni]

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Quirk: Gas Manipulation

this quirk allows the user to manipulate different types of gases. all of which includes steam, clouds, smoke or air. the only gas elements the user can't control is pure oxygen and nitrogen. trying to manipulate pure gaseous elements can take a lot of the user energy. in exchange for the energy used, the user must maintain a good healthy diet and a well built stature. the user can also create things out of the elemental compounds. eq. attachable and working wings (the elements must be very dense for it to work), puffs of small smoke for transporting small things, etc.

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Rain droplets tap against the building's roof. Clouds cover the city, sunlight barely passing through. A figure sat on the edge of the roof, dangling their feet.

Ring. Ring.

Their phone ringed. The figure pulled out the device, tapping on the answer button. "What do you want?" He said, leaving no room for pleasantries. "Ah, no hello, how are you? It seems your manners have slipped these past years." "Just tell me what you want already, I'm busy."

"I have an offer for you," The voice called through the phone. "I want to hire you, per say. You'll be guarding U.A.'s students, and I will supply you with all your needs." The figure stayed silent. "I know your current situation, and I've pulled a few strings to get the police off your tail."

"You need to offer me something better than that." The figure spoke coldly. "Fine. I'll pull a few strings to get your 'friend' out of jail." "Now that's better, I'll think about it." The figure smirked. "Expect an answer in a few days, just as I said earlier, I'm busy."

"Alright then," the voice answered. The figure hung up before the voice could speak another word.

'This is gonna be one hell of a year.'

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #147

Ba-bump.

The human’s chest was lighter than it’d been in a long time. Like all the weights of the world had turned gaseous and simply lifted away. They could move again. Think again. Live again.

Ba-bump.

And to think it had all been so simple. A life without burdens in exchange for the very thing that caused them.

Ba-bump.

The pulse was warm and soft beneath their fingers, curled protective around the organ like a makeshift rib cage.

Ba-bump.

They held their hand out, palm up.

“As promised. My heart belongs to you.”

[aliencatadventures]

The Mysteries of the Sun. Part 1

image: credit to #NASA

Can there be order in chaos? Is it possible to poke a hole in the atmosphere? Can one part of a celestial body rotate at one speed while another part rotates at a different speed? These might seem like foolish questions, wouldn’t they? But it turns out they aren’t. Such fascinating phenomena are found not just anywhere, but right in our own neighborhood, near our star—the Sun.

You surely know that the Sun rotates around its axis, just like many other celestial bodies. Some rotate faster, others slower. Some spin very slowly. The Sun also rotates, but in a very peculiar way. The equatorial part of the Sun spins at one speed, while the polar regions spin at another. Let's note, for example, a point on the solar equator... Wait, how is this possible? The Sun is a giant boiling cauldron, its surface composed not even of hot gas, but of hot plasma. There is fiery chaos on the Sun. How can you stick a pole into it somewhere on the equator or at high latitudes to track when this pole disappears from view and when it comes back into view to determine the speed at which the Sun rotates around its axis? Where is that stable object, fixed in place, that you can observe to determine the rotation speed?

Image: credit to #NASA

The temperature of the Sun, like that of any star, is extremely high. It is believed that deep within the Sun, it reaches many millions of degrees Celsius, while on the surface it is only about 6000 degrees. However, in science, temperature is measured in Kelvin, and on this scale, the surface temperature of the Sun is also around 6000 degrees. The exact number isn't important here. What matters is that the temperature is so high that the gas atoms making up the Sun's atmosphere cannot remain intact and disintegrate into their components: electrons jump off their orbits, leaving the atomic nuclei to move separately.

Do you remember from your school courses the three main states of matter? The first is solid, where atoms are arranged in a lattice, standing in neat rows. The second is liquid, where atoms are heated and escape from the lattice, moving freely but still maintaining bonds with each other. The third is gaseous, where with even more heating, atoms completely lose their bonds and disperse as a gas. Plasma is the fourth state of matter, where with further heating, the atoms themselves disintegrate into their constituent parts: atomic nuclei, which have a positive charge, now fly separately from their electrons, which are negatively charged. So, we have not just a gas, but a charged gas that responds to electric and magnetic fields.

Image: credit to #firefly.adobe

So, the Sun is extremely hot. It’s like a large boiling pot, heated from below by a burner reaching several million degrees. You might think that at such temperatures, the Sun would be a scene of complete chaos and nothing else! But no — even in the most bubbling, boiling pot, there is an internal order, strange as it may sound. Boiling, despite all its apparent chaos, is not entirely chaotic. This was noticed by a scientist who began observing oil in a hot frying pan. He saw that even with perfectly even heating, the hotter and thus lighter oil in some places rises from the depths to the surface, where it spreads out and cools, while in other places, the cooler and thus heavier oil sinks downward. This creates stable convection structures that were named Bénard cells after the scientist. Another name for them is Rayleigh-Bénard cells, including the name of another scientist who also studied processes in heated mediums. And this is what it looks like:

Image: Credit to https://instructional-resources.physics.uiowa.edu

The process of heating and cooling in the Sun's atmosphere, as well as in other stars, follows a similar pattern. In the Sun's upper atmosphere, this phenomenon closely resembles the behavior of Bénard cells. These temperature-exchange cells can vary in size, and within the Sun and other stars, large-scale heat exchange is organized into even bigger cells, encompassing massive, complex processes.

Image: Credit to https://physicsworld.com

The heated masses from the Sun's interior flow from the poles toward the equator, where they rise to the surface. Once at the surface, these masses flow toward the poles, cooling as they travel. In the polar regions, the cooled solar plasma begins to sink back toward the Sun's core, completing the cycle as it flows back toward the equator.

Credit: Mystery of solar cycle illuminated

This process is not unique to stars—it also occurs in Earth's oceans, where water heated at lower latitudes is carried by currents to cooler regions, creating stable flows. Similarly, within the Earth, hot magma follows comparable patterns, gradually driving the movement of continents. Wherever there is a heat source on one side and cooling on the other, these processes emerge. Even in a simple room with a heater, air forms currents that circulate along specific paths. Warm air rises as it heats, then sinks as it cools, naturally forming stable currents, provided there are no significant obstacles to disrupt the flow. This process is called convection. In the case of large masses of air, water, or other media moving in a horizontal plane, it is called advection. Here, we are not dealing with small (comparatively) cells where heat exchange occurs, but with global flows comparable in scale to the size of a planet or a star.

And how all these processes manifest on the Sun will be explained in the next talk. Stay tuned!

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

There is an eldritch being that takes on a gaseous form, so that it can observe humanity discreetly. In the beginning, it was perplexed and often disgusted by the ways of the humans. The way they interacted with one another without truly understanding each other. The billions upon billions of times two or more humans exchange words for the first time and skirt around showing who they truly are for fear of becoming too close, even though that is the purpose of seeking out members of your fellow species: to be less lonely.

Everything is made up of matter and molecules that come together and separate on a level no human soul could hope to achieve before death. That is why this being likes to be in a gaseous form. It's a little bit of everything.

Our gaseous friend does enjoy some of the systems humans came up with however. The language of math in particular is quite intriguing. Our eldritch being was visiting its elder, the mother tree, who provided them with some advice.

"Perhaps you should get to know them through their ways, my child. Perhaps, you will find a better understanding for why they are so loyal to these aspects of their culture."

After much debate, the gaseous form opted to do as the mother tree asked...with the firm belief that they would not enjoy it.

They remained in their gaseous form, but increased their humidity and got help from their sister, Sunlight, to become more visible.

The humans reacted strangely, to say the least.

The land they were in was one more heavily populated by the humans. There was also a higher amount of diversity, so Phillis (they decided on using the name Phillis because part of the human experience is to place great importance on names) could learn more about the far reaches of humanity's personalities and history.

They went to a college classroom, for many of the humans pointed there when asked where the best place to learn was. Phillis was fairly certain they heard one human say to the one who directed them to the college, "Are you sure pointing it towards those poor people is a good idea?"

"It just wants to learn things. Can't be worse than anything AI could do. Besides, the teachers aren't paid enough to care and the students won't notice it either way; it's finals week."

Phillis took little notice of their remarks.

They were soon in the classroom and looking at the people around them. Some slumped over looking like they're going to pass out. Some buzzing with caffeine. Some looked completely normal, but Phillis could see their thoughts and it was just a singular, slightly alarming noise: "AAAAAAAAAAASGHHIFUDJGHHHHHHOHKGJDYDFHFJFUGGIIGGIGFUCKMYLIFEGHDYGIGHDUGJFYDU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Phillis tuned this out.

Not seeing much else of interest, Phillis turned to what the teacher was saying. They were discussing complex math problems in detail. Phillis listened. And listened. And listened.

Phillis then floated over to the board with a gorgeously impossible-looking math problem on it.

They manipulated the air around the chalk, making it denser, and used it to write. It was not an unpleasant sensation, especially when the results were the proof of Phillis' genius.

The equation that answered the problem was

y=-(sin(x^(1.7/6)+4)+(1/x))+10

Many of the students laughed for unknown reasons.

The teacher smirked before turning to Phillis and saying "Well, whoever or whatever you are-"

"I am an Eternal being created from space matter and explosive chemical reactions. You may refer to me as Phillis or with the pronouns "they" and "them.""

"...Got it. Well, Phillis, if you'd like to join my class, I'd be honored to have you. It's not everyday, someone takes initiative in a way that doesn't make you want to tear your hair out. You can borrow a textbook from the pile over there. We're on page 69."

There was a synchronized utterance of the word "nice" from multiple students.

Phillis enjoyed math class. They came back each day because it was a fascinating process of using otherwise meaningless symbols to find out things you'd hardly know otherwise.

However, a number of the other students gave Phillis notebooks, pens, pencils, rulers, and the like, even though Phillis made no request for these items. When asked about their actions, their answers ranged from nervous shrugs, to "I just figured you'd need them for this class," to remarkably detailed explanations of study plans described like a cult member discussing how they've 'seen the light and it's all thanks to (insert popular figure here).'

Nonetheless, it reminded Phillis of why they were actually here. To understand the humans.

They started observing these individuals more closely and realized that many of them waved to Phillis upon first seeing them. Phillis doesn't have eyes in the usual sense, so no one could tell that Phillis hadn't seen them and they carried on with their routine.

Phillis specifically started to take note on the removable pieces of each person. One wore a pink beanie with the words "Think Pink" on it. One wore an impressive amount of flannel. One wore high heels and had a small dog in a purse with him at all times.

The student that sat at the same long table as Phillis, wore a black, faux leather vest with spikes all over it, platform boots with rainbow colored buckles, ripped jeans, and an array of silver-colored jewelry, much of which had been poked through different parts of their face. They had short, purple hair, medium brown skin, and large muscles. There was ink in their skin that formed the images of Nichola Tesla, Michelle Obama, and Marie Curie on one arm, and a long list of Sappho quotes written all over the other.

Phillis asked them a question. "What is your name?"

This person turned very slowly to look at Phillis. Phillis could not read their expression.

"T-Rex," ze answered hesitantly.

"And what are your prefered pronouns?"

T-Rex continued to look wary, but answered, "ze/zem/zer, or they/them. I don't care too much."

"Noted. What would you say is the most worthwhile thing about being human?"

T-Rex raised zer eyebrows. They let out a snort. Then, after a moment of thought, ze answered, "knowing yourself."

This was the start of many conversations between Phillis and T-Rex. Sometimes, they would stop at a diner or coffee shop after class together or visit the public library or record store, where T-Rex would introduce Phillis to many of zer favorite foods and media that influenced zem and helped them discover things that made T-Rex feel most like themself.

Phillis was intrigued by how easy it was to form opinions and feelings about things one knows little to nothing about. Why did they gravitate towards punk rock music instead of the classical that T-Rex was fond of. Why did they think "the Princess Bride" was a more enjoyable book than "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?" Why (and T-Rex was even more flabbergasted by this) did Phillis not see the sexual appeal of Tim Curry in drag?

Phillis discovered there was much to be discovered about not only humanity, but Phillis' own response to humanity. Human beings have somehow become quite talented at changing people's perspective, which is often as exciting as it is terrifying.

Phillis no longer had a distaste for humanity. In fact, they were quite fond of these people. Some of them were unkind and all of them were flawed, but many of them had an enjoyable presence, like T-Rex, and the members of the study group ze introduced Phillis to. The study group welcomed Phillis with open arms upon realizing how easily they understood math, but soon Phillis actually made friends with some of these people. It was quite enjoyable.

The teacher, Ms. Timothy Evergreen, had also took a liking to Phillis. After the first big test Phillis got to participate in, Ms. Evergreen handed them their test results personally. 100%. Then she said something that Phillis would forever consider to be the most delightful thing they'd ever heard.

"Mx. Phillis, I am glad to have graded your test, because it gave me the opportunity to do something that gives me much relief."

"What would that be?"

"Pass gas."

And that was how an eldritch being called Phillis fell in love with puns.

[fishrpg]

2024-1-3: Hex 5,4 (Shrubland) 

Thorny vegetation erupts from dry soil. The way to the northeast is difficult to traverse.

Notable Feature: Dungeon (Bahrigat’s Laboratory) 

Medium Size, 14 rooms. 

Only the topmost 30 feet of an ancient windowless tower is visible aboveground. The rest of the structure sank below the earth many years ago. A young copper dragon named Bahrigat now occupies the tower and uses it as their personal laboratory to tinker with magic. The only entrances to the tower are a hatch at the top and a hidden tunnel in the nearby foothills that leads to the tower’s basement. The sides of the tower are enchanted to repel ropes, grappling hooks, and other climbing supplies. 

Bahrigat is a benevolent dragon who generally protects the intelligent creatures in adjacent hexes in exchange for the occasional snack of livestock. Additionally, Bahrigat sabotages the efforts of any other dragons to establish a foothold nearby because their presence might disrupt the peaceful arrangement. Bahrigat relies on the locals to defend the laboratory if it is threatened, and always seems to know exactly who to reward for their assistance. The usual reward for a defending party is 1 or 2 art objects worth 250gp each. 

If Bahrigat’s laboratory is looted, the following treasure is available: 

500gp of gold trade bars 

1000gp of silver trade bars 

Set of seven engraved candlestick holders with holy candles (35gp) 

2000gp of exotic spell components 

20 gems (45gp each) 

Spell scroll of Cause Fear 

Staff of Flowers 

Potion of Water Breathing 

Potion of Gaseous Form 

Potion of Fire Breath 

Encounter: Breaking and Entering 

A group of 10 hirelings (commoners) led by Thuza Silverhammer (male dwarf, guard) is currently trying to bash a doorway into the stone wall of the laboratory that sits aboveground. Thuza’s village of Goldfall is being wracked with a magical plague, and he is searching for a cure. He believes that dragon’s blood can function as a cure, and failing that, the dragon’s hoard might have something that could help. And if he gets rich from the hoard or finding the cure, that’s all right with him. 

[totalphysiologycom]

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[coralcalypso]

so tell us about policy, then. How does your Empire engage with new alien species? Like especially in a first contact situation?

starting off hot w foreign policy 38)c

I’ll be dropping the quirk for a moment to answer thoroughly.

So within my short tenure as Empress we have not yet engaged with an undiscovered people within the known sectors of the Galaxy, so my answers will be hypothetical based on a mixture the Imperial Code of Astral Procedure and current Galactic Alliance statutes.

Alternia’s star system is relatively isolated from others and so there are no other habitable bodies outside of the satellites orbiting it, as a result there is a sense of wariness regarding visitors as it is the hiveplanet and both the brooding caverns and Gl’bgoylb are located here.

If unknown vessels began to approach the planet, there would be an attempt at contacting them through conventional means before firing on their ships.

Due to previous encounters of unauthorized vessels in Alternian space resulting in my temporary abduction, the Imperial Council has been insistent on

If they did return communications with benign intentions, they will be told to exit the system and that Alternia is a closed world and to engage trade protocols via the Xevina Station.

A closed world, as defined by Alliance Statue §4103, is a planet that wishes to remain closed to foreign species due to external pressures.

The statute itself is surprisingly lax about reasons why planets can request closed status, but if you know the basics on even Alternian ecology there is a strong argument to be made about how important it is that there aren’t things like mass lusii die offs due to an unfamiliar microbe.

At this point in time, further expansion efforts are halted due to internal restructuring but there are some general procedures that I can outline:

When a new planet is discovered, there is a notice sent back through private network communications of the coordinates.

If the planet is primarily gaseous in form, scout vessels will be sent down to collect data and research will begin on potential usability.

Alternian Astral Code §534(a)

If the planet is solid then procedure gets a bit more complex:

Is there observable civilization from space? If so, does it appear that there are ways to communicate before landing? If there are no ways of contact, do so with a communications officer and seek out developed regions to begin research. Alternian Astral Code §534(a)(1) - Communication officers are typically psychics who are capable of creating telepathic links between people. They are invaluable to have when contacting a people who have a unique language system.

Communications will typically determine the next courses of action, but historically most newly contacted civilizations agree to joining under the empire for the improved infrastructure to their planet as a whole and access to interplanetary trade and communications. - Usually in exchange, we request unused land to create troll settlements on the planet or access to resources which will semi tie into the next points.

If there is no sentient life but a living ecosystem is present, begin decontamination and acclimatization protocols so ensure that no unintentional mass die offs occur due to exposure to foreign bacteria planet side. Alternian Astral Code §534(a)(1)(C) - Preserving natural resources is an important aspect of expanding into other worlds to begin with. The above process tend to take a while, so usually troll settlements end up being closed systems on the surfaces of those worlds.

Some miscellaneous notes:

There is also a very narrow window for what worlds are considered as well, as high gravity ones could only really be settled on by specific psionics and seadwellers due to different methods of regulating internal pressure. Ones too close to the star they gravitate around are not worth the risk.

Atmosphere usually isn’t an issue, most trolls can even survive in the vacuum of space for periods of time and end up no worse for wear, however it is still a factor we still consider.

Some on the council do thing that the policies that were implemented by Her Resplendence are too favorable to outsiders, and xenophobia has definitely spiked since the aforementioned abducting, but it is considered unpopular to make changes to them due while expansion efforts are halted and all alternatives presenting suboptimal outcomes.

Tl;dr

Foreign visitors not allowed on Alternia, too many sensitive things on the planet.

Planetary settlement can vary based on how communications go, but typically the benefits were decent enough for most to join the empire without issue. Trolls usually settle away from populated to avoid spreading any contagion during the acclimatization process.

Fun facts at the bottom.

[kikun]

@celestiafell asked ; an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight . ;) - alhaitham ↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .

Bodies tangle, bedazzling in shades of green, twining like serpents as swords clatter to vinyl-tiled flooring. Their wrestle continues but in a new environment; of tongue and teeth clashing ravenously with wanton undertones. Still, the premise of a fight holds true as they tango, searching for a victor in the twisted dance of desire.

His bicep is clasped by Akihiko's small palm where elegant fingers extend, traversing exposed flesh. Encapsulating flooding warmth from their intense training session, defined in the energy expenditure the Wanderer oft exerted from the Scribe. It is not his fault for being a challenging student. If anything, the Akademiya required a revisit of standards and qualifications.

He breaks their embrace apart, to allow Alhaitham his mortal right in the form of gaseous exchange. Coughing and spluttering in a kiss were far from pleasant and even the puppet — as naive as he was in matters such as these —  could recognise the issue.

❝ I don't suppose this was one of the 'unconventional methods' you use for teaching. ❞ Rhetoric, something he often employs, widens the gate for his snark to slip through. It is shared knowledge between the two; the Acting Grand Sage and his pupil that there was a hiccup in Alhaitham's rigorous routine.

The Wanderer almost prides himself in having shaken his strict tutor. But he promised Nahida he would adhere to this regimen, much to his chagrin.

Instead, he raises his sword once more, poised as he'd been taught by his bruised-lip mentor before him. ❝ If you win, maybe I'll let you grace my lips once more. Until then, I'd advise you to stay true to your blade. ❞

[breathagainlife]

Breathe In Hold: The magic of mastery over your breathing

Quick, hold your breath. No, really, hold it and count before you read more.

How long could you hold?

The duration tells you a lot about the health of your lung and respiratory function.

Most human beings can hold their breath for durations that range from ten seconds to ninety seconds. Only the exceptionally well trained exceed these limits.

But what is the duration telling you about the health of your lung?

When you hold your breath, your body is still experiencing gaseous exchange. Oxygen is being released into your blood and carbon dioxide back into your lungs.

The capacity of your lung to continue to do this when denied fresh air is a measure of how long you can breathe in and hold.

Longer is better.

There are several factors that affect your capacity. If you smoke, don’t exercise, are stressed or anxious, carry excess weight, or don’t sleep well.

The effects of these conditions would show up when you tried to hold your breath. Burning lungs, coughing, an uncontrollable urge to breathe.

Your nervous system also plays a role. Your nervous system has two systems. Sympathetic or activating and parasympathetic or calming.

Once you stop breathing, your sympathetic system will act to override you holding your breath. You will experience it as panic.

How well trained is your nervous system to be able to prolong the urge to give in to panic?

Remember from earlier articles, when carbon dioxide builds up, it changes your blood Ph, making it alkaline. The outcome is a real panic attack, so you cannot resist the urge to breathe for long.

But you can build capacity.

By training your mind and body to live without breathing.

Start slowly. Don't do anything crazy. You can damage the fragile tissue of your lungs by attempting heroism.

But as you build, you will find your capacity to breathe in and hold and build capacity to postpone panic increases.

Reach out to me on twitter @rbawri Instagram @riteshbawriofficial and YouTube at www.youtube.com/breatheagain

[gremlin-bear-boi]

𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬

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|→ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ

the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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[this is for male readers and gender neutral readers only. pronouns are (he/they). female readers or female aligned dni]

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Quirk: Gas Manipulation

this quirk allows the user to manipulate different types of gases. all of which includes steam, clouds, smoke or air. the only gas elements the user can't control is pure oxygen and nitrogen. trying to manipulate pure gaseous elements can take a lot of the user energy. in exchange for the energy used, the user must maintain a good healthy diet and a well built stature. the user can also create things out of the elemental compounds. eq. attachable and working wings (the elements must be very dense for it to work), puffs of small smoke for transporting small things, etc.

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light shone down on the shiny gates of U.A. High, sat upon it was (Y/n) (L/n). Glowy wings flapped around, loose feathers graciously falling. Swinging his feet childishly, staring down at the examinees determined to pass the awfully unfair trial.

Let's look back to how he got here.

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"Has he confirmed his answer to the offer yet?" A gruff looking man asked. "Not yet, but I am very sure they will accept it," a rat-bear looking creature answered. "After all," he took a sip of his tea before continuing. "He gravely needs this friend of his."

"Are you even sure he's safe? I mean, he has a criminal record of a villain." The principal just shrugged. "I am sure of it, besides you two are familiar to each other." Before the man can ask a knock was heard.

A man entered the room, his long beaten scarf trailing behind him.

"Ah, greetings, (L/n)." The creature greeted.

'(Y/n)? He sounds like someone I know...' The gruff looking man thought.

"When do I start," The man said flatly, his scarf covering his mouth muffling his words lightly. "Classic (L/n), always cutting to the chase..." Nezu chuckled. "Just answer me, you mouse." The latter said, gritting his teeth while glancing at his watch. "Your work starts in a few hours," Nezu poured some tea into a cup, "And for safety reasons," The rat-bear creature gently pushed the cup towards him. "Aizawa will be watching you."

'Aizawa... That name sounds familiar...'

"Who is he?" He asked, unconsciously placing his hand on his scarf. "Oh, Aizawa? He's standing right next to me!" Nezu beamed, irking the well-built man. Yet he looked beside the mouse to find a gruff and homeless looking man.

'Ah, now I know why his name sounds familiar...'

He scanned the man like a piece of fresh meat, eyeing him up and down.

"Huh," the man huffed, before bringing his prosthetic metal arm out, considering that his other hand is bandaged. The man showed a displeased expression. "Nice to meet you again, Rookie."

'He's the guy that shot him down...'

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After a quiet discussion between the two pro heroes, they both faced the vigilante. "I do hope you still remember our rules here at U.A., (Y/n)." The principal said. "You must follow our rules and policies," the creature got down from his chair, "Or else you will have to face the consequences."

"Mhm, I still remember them." The man nodded, still displeased with the fact that he is working with his naturally sworn enemy. "But I'd also like to set my own boundaries," he said, crossing his muscular arms, glaring at the underground pro hero.

"One," he listed off. "Do not talk to me." He stated coldly. "Two, " he narrowed his eyes. "Fuck off my space." (Y/n) walked over to the pro hero until he was a few feet closer to him. "And lastly," he moved his head closer until their faces was inches apart. "Never command me to do something. Especially when it's from you," he jabbed the black-haired man's chest with his finger.

"Those are my rules," he backed off, walking back to his original spot, unaware of the growing rage brewing inside the pro hero.

"And if you cross them, I will back off the deal." He finished, leaving the principal's office. He closed the door with a loud slam.

It was silent for a few moments before the sound of someone sipping echoed through the room. "That was amusing to watch," Nezu grinned, continuing one sipping his tea.

Aizawa groaned before leaving the room too, slamming the door shut.

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(Y/n) watched as the carefree students pile in the school. His resentment towards his sworn enemy, now coworker, grew tenfold. He gripped the bridge of the gate, glaring at the sky.

'Why is life like this,' he mentally sighed.

He can hear the whispers and talking around him, he can hear them gossiping, whispering and asking about who he is. His appearance would spread like a wild fire around the whole school, all students being curious of him whenever he walks through the halls. He can just hear the questions, 'Who is he?', 'Why is he here?', 'He looks so tired, does he even get sleep?' and it would go on and on and on.

As he was about to go overthink again, he heard a shout.

"Hey! You on top of the gates!" A student shouted.

'Huh?' (Y/n) is confused. It's the start of the mock and physical exams. Why is this student still here trying to talk to him?

(Y/n) stared at him, hoping that his cold glare would steer him away and proceed his walk to the exams. "HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I KNOW YOU CAN!!!" The boy shouted louder, almost making the crows fly away.

Not wanting for him to shout any longer, he jumped down from the tall gates of U.A. High. He created a puff of dense cloud in a shape of an oval shaped disc, and started slowly moving towards him.

"Why are you still here when the exams are starting?" (Y/n) tilted his head, crossing his arms. "Because I wanted to know who you are!" The student beamed. "And because I don't think I've seen a pro hero like you before," the boy whispered, rubbing his neck embarrassingly. Yet the vigilante heard him.

The vigilante took a good look at the student. His hair is messy, like he just fought a bear. He's not that tall, just an average height, which makes (Y/n) taller than him. He has pointy ears and a pair of glasses rests on top of his head, brushing the messy hair off his forehead. His eyes were unusual, having black scleras with blue irises.

"Well," The student tilted his head like a curious kitten, his bright blue eyes peering up at him. The vigilante sighed, "I'm Altostratus. Now tell me, why are you still here waiting?" He said. 'Why he did he just say his alias and not his real name?' You may ask. The answer is simple really, he's a criminal in government's eyes.

"Wow! That's a cool hero name! Are you by some chance an underground hero?" The teen asked, ignoring his question. "Yes." The man flatly stated. "Why are you-" "Wow! That's a cool looking scarf you have there!" "Kid, why the fu-" "Oh my god! You have a prosthetic arm-" The boy went on and on ranting about how cool his prosthetic arm is, annoying the (h/c)-haired man. Abruptly, he picked up the student.

"Wha- Hey! C'mon, you can't seriously just bring me in there! I didn't even apply for U.A. High!" The boy reasoned. "I know your files, Axo Langro. You're parents are Dante Langro and Aleina Langro. Both being side kicks working for the pro hero, Endeavor. You are a student at Soumei Junior High School. You were sent a recommendation letter and accepted it." The man placed him on a puff of smoke creating a thick ice chain. "How-" The boy didn't een get to finish before he was shoved in the recommendation examinees waiting room.

"Good luck, kid!" (Y/n) called out, slamming the door shut.