#humidity temperature meter

[jutech01]

An instrument called an insulation tester is used to gauge the electrical resistance of an insulating material. Since they can measure the resistance of any substance, including paper, plastic, and metal, digital multimeters are the most used type of insulation tester.

[labotronicsscientific]

Temperature and Humidity Meter

Labotronics temperature and humidity is a portable, handheld meter measures humidity and temperature levels with dew point indicator.The sensors change its electrical properties with the surrounding environment and convert into respective reading mode.It measure temperature range at-35 °C~100 °C and humidity 0 % RH~100 % RH and display the results with its resoultions 0.1 °C/°F and 0.1 respectively.The dew point indicate moisture in the air can condense on surfaces and aware the risk of equipment corrosion.The unit automatically shuts down after 15 minutes of inactivity.

[vasthi-instruments12]

[nasa]

Roman's primary structure hangs from cables as it moves into the big clean room at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center.

What Makes the Clean Room So Clean?

When you picture NASA’s most important creations, you probably think of a satellite, telescope, or maybe a rover. But what about the room they’re made in? Believe it or not, the room itself where these instruments are put together—a clean room—is pretty special. 

A clean room is a space that protects technology from contamination. This is especially important when sending very sensitive items into space that even small particles could interfere with.

There are two main categories of contamination that we have to keep away from our instruments. The first is particulate contamination, like dust. The second is molecular contamination, which is more like oil or grease. Both types affect a telescope’s image quality, as well as the time it takes to capture imagery. Having too many particles on our instruments is like looking through a dirty window. A clean room makes for clean science!

Two technicians clean the floor of Goddard’s big clean room.

Our Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland has the largest clean room of its kind in the world. It’s as tall as an eight-story building and as wide as two basketball courts.

Goddard’s clean room has fewer than 3,000 micron-size particles per cubic meter of air. If you lined up all those tiny particles, they’d be no longer than a sesame seed. If those particles were the size of 16-inch (0.4-meter) inflatable beach balls, we’d find only 3,000 spread throughout the whole body of Mount Everest!

A clean room technician observes a sample under a microscope.

The clean room keeps out particles larger than five microns across, just seven percent of the width of an average human hair. It does this via special filters that remove around 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns and larger from incoming air. Six fans the size of school buses spin to keep air flowing and pressurize the room. Since the pressure inside is higher, the clean air keeps unclean air out when doors open.

A technician analyzes a sample under ultraviolet light.

In addition, anyone who enters must wear a “bunny suit” to keep their body particles away from the machinery. A bunny suit covers most of the person inside. Sometimes scientists have trouble recognizing each other while in the suits, but they do get to know each other’s mannerisms very well.

This illustration depicts the anatomy of a bunny suit, which covers clean room technicians from head to toe to protect sensitive technology.

The bunny suit is only the beginning: before putting it on, team members undergo a preparation routine involving a hairnet and an air shower. Fun fact – you’re not allowed to wear products like perfume, lotion, or deodorant. Even odors can transfer easily!

Six of Goddard’s clean room technicians (left to right: Daniel DaCosta, Jill Bender, Anne Martino, Leon Bailey, Frank D’Annunzio, and Josh Thomas).

It takes a lot of specialists to run Goddard’s clean room. There are 10 people on the Contamination Control Technician Team, 30 people on the Clean Room Engineering Team to cover all Goddard missions, and another 10 people on the Facilities Team to monitor the clean room itself. They check on its temperature, humidity, and particle counts.

A technician rinses critical hardware with isopropyl alcohol and separates the particulate and isopropyl alcohol to leave the particles on a membrane for microscopic analysis.

Besides the standard mopping and vacuuming, the team uses tools such as isopropyl alcohol, acetone, wipes, swabs, white light, and ultraviolet light. Plus, they have a particle monitor that uses a laser to measure air particle count and size.

The team keeping the clean room spotless plays an integral role in the success of NASA’s missions. So, the next time you have to clean your bedroom, consider yourself lucky that the stakes aren’t so high!

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[cottonlemonade]

How You Met

word count: 1098 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Hinata x chubby!Reader

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending

warnings: spoilers

It was still hot outside even though it was nearing midnight and Hinata’s eyes began to sting. The temperatures rarely dropped below anything considered perfect summer weather in Japan. Last year when he realized it wouldn’t snow during wintertime he found it new and exciting. This year, the prospect only filled him with dread.

For the most part, he really enjoyed Brazil. He had found a new love in beach volleyball, got along pretty well with the people around him and… and that was about it. It wasn’t unusual for him to feel lonely when he had time to think about something other than training on his delivery runs - or when he was alone in his apartment and happened to glance too long at his lock screen showing his friends grinning widely into the camera.

But tonight felt different. The last delivery he had just dropped off was for a married couple, the husband being Japanese. As he opened the door to receive his food, his eyes lit up and after noticing Hinata’s accented Portuguese when he asked for the money, he had switched over to his native language with a hopeful glint in his eyes. And that was all it took. That short exchange had cracked the dam inside of Hinata that had been filling up since his arrival a little over 18 months ago. He reached a park, scarcely bigger than the gym back home, that, from the looks of it, seemed to be mostly deserted. Through the sparse amount of trees with their lusciously green canopy, he spotted the hustle and bustle of a restaurant. Warm, inviting lights, laughter, music - people having a good time. And as usual, he was on the outside looking in. He slowed and eventually got off his delivery bike. Maybe he shouldn’t be riding it when his vision started to blur. A few drops fell onto the pebbly pathway from an earlier short November shower.

Not bothering to wipe away the water from the bench he plopped down and took a deep breath. He had trouble doing so in the swampy humid air. He leaned forward, staring at the ground. Another wave of laughter carried over from the restaurant. He slung his arms around his chest, his head was almost between his knees now and he coughed a little when he felt a lump in his throat. He began to mutter to himself in Japanese. “Why am I here? What was I thinking? I miss everyone so much. I wanna go home! I -“

“Hey, are you okay?”

Hinata quickly turned his head away, closing his eyes to keep calm.

The voice seemed to belong to a young woman. You stood a couple of meters away, a plastic bag from a convenience store in one, a popsicle in the other hand.

Just wishing you would leave him alone, he nodded but couldn’t stop a small sniffle.

“Yeah, you see, I don’t believe that.”, you said in a kindly teasing sort of way. He only realized now that you spoke Japanese.

You added, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”, he said to his shoes, worried you might think less of him when you saw the big heavy tears now rolling down his face and onto the clenched fists on his knees.

Your shadow, formed by a streetlamp behind you, nodded thoughtfully, then held the popsicle between your lips while rummaging in your bag for something.

Pebbles crunching under your shoes, you came closer and a moment later placed a pack of tissues and a small bottle of strawberry milk next to him, taking a couple of steps back again.

He looked up.

“Of course, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure everything will seem a little better tomorrow.”

Your smile was genuine and sweet. A slight accent told him you weren't a native speaker but the only thing he could really make out in the faint light was your curvy silhouette.

When he didn’t say anything you went on, “It’ll be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.”

After a short unsure pause you walked away. He watched you go. His eyes fell onto the gifts next to him and he let out a small thankful whimper, using his shoulder to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall again. Hinata cleared his throat and, gingerly at first, grabbed the milk and tissues to put in his pocket for later.

The following morning he woke up tangled in his bedsheets and quieted the blaring alarm on his phone. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and as he stared at the ceiling of his small apartment the previous night came back to him. A short twinge of embarrassment rose in his chest. It wasn’t that he had never cried in public but just because he had done so before didn’t mean he was immune to the feeling of shame that followed.

He rolled over and spotted the now-empty bottle of strawberry milk sitting on the low table in his cramped room. What would be the chances of seeing you again? At the very least he wanted to thank you for your kindness. But he was also so desperate for a friend, especially one he could speak Japanese with. And so, deciding he would drive by the little park again tonight, he crawled out of bed and got started on his day.

Six days later and still no luck. It was pretty absurd to hope to find one person again in a city as huge as Rio de Janeiro, especially after only seeing them through a veil of tears in the weakened light of a park lantern, but if Hinata was good at anything it was never giving up.

The first week passed. Then the second.

At this point, he had to squeeze the pack of tissues in his pocket to make sure he didn’t just imagine the whole exchange.

Then two nights later, as he hurried up the steps to an apartment building he felt his determination slipping a little. What if he had already passed you on the street and didn’t recognize you? You might stay that kind stranger forever. He rang the bell of this latest delivery and absently drummed his fingers on his thighs as he waited for the door to open.

“Boa n- oh! Hey you!”

Hinata’s eyes widened. He recognized the voice. Oh, he definitely didn’t expect you to be this pretty. A smile, wider than any he had felt in months, spread across his face. Finally. He found you.

a/n: is it very obvious yet that I love the trope of meeting your s/o when one of you is having a really bad day?

[yuri-badiner]

Vent shafts traveler

The inhabitants of the seventeenth block complain about the air quality, so I travel through the general ventilation shafts again. My reliable tool always with me - a telescopic three-meter probe with a pair of precise sensors and a steel claw. With its help, I explore the situation in hard-to-reach places before climbing myself: temperature, humidity, structural strength, the presence of various fungi and other living creatures.

My friend Felix often neglected safety. A month ago, his head got stuck in an old rotten pipe and he stayed there for almost five hours until the guys from the second shift found him. There were no serious injuries, but during this time some insect laid eggs in his left ear. The doctors say Felix is ​​unlikely to return to work, so I borrowed his new overalls for now…

The environment built from white parts forces you to work with the exposure really carefully. Surfaces reflect a lot of light, glare and do it’s best to overexpose the frame. But there is also a positive point: large and powerful light sources are practically not needed here. In my case, I made do with two small LED light sources and shot at a short shutter speed.

[konjaku]

菊芋[Kikuimo] Helianthus tuberosus

Today, September 7, is 白露[Hakuro](lit. white dew; in terms of time period, from 7 to 21) in 二十四節気[Nijūshi-sekki](Twenty four solar terms), which means the time of year when nighttime temperatures decrease, dewdrops ares on the grass and flowers in the mornings and evenings, making them appear white and shiny. That said, it is still very hot this year. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_term

On the other hand, this heat is accompanied by low humidity in the day time, which makes the air clear and the sky blue.

Kikuimo is an exotic species that was introduced in the end of the Edo period(1859), has gone wild and thrives in various places today. In this time of year, it is very conspicuous because it grows easily over two meters tall and also produces several yellow flowers resembling those of chrysanthemum that bloom at the top of the grass are about ten centimeters in diameter.

On the other hand, the flowers look gorgeous, whether in the dim lit forest, in the rain, or under the Sunshine.

The flowers I looked up at were slowly swaying in the wind as they were looking up at the high blue autumn sky. And at this time, I was thinking about what kind of poems people would have composed back then if this plant had come into the country in a much earlier period. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7HLWNYPmzc

[droctaviolovecraft]

"Jesus loved everyone, but the insects loved me more..."

ANM №: ANM-627

Identification: Hive Man

Danger Level: Snit 🟡 | Contained ⭕️

Lead Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev

Type of Anomaly: Human, insectoid, historical, military

Containment:

ANM-627 must be housed in a temperature-controlled containment chamber in Department-05, designed for insect-based anomalies, with an internal temperature maintained between 22-26°C and humidity levels between 50-60%. The chamber must be equipped with an air filtration system to prevent the escape of any insects from the subject. All personnel interacting with ANM-627 must wear full-body protective suits to avoid insect infestation. The chamber should be regularly inspected for structural integrity to ensure no cracks or gaps allow for a potential breach.

ANM-627 should be fed nutrient paste through an intravenous tube once every 48 hours. Interaction with ANM-627 is restricted to research personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher. No personnel should physically contact ANM-627 without prior approval. Any abnormal behavior or changes in insect population density must be reported immediately.

In the event of a containment breach, Subject P personnel armed with flamethrowers will be mobilized to neutralize all escaping entities. Recontainment efforts will focus on incapacitating ANM-627 using high-frequency ultrasonic devices to disrupt communication with the insects.

Description:

ANM-627, known as "Colony Man," is a humanoid male (formerly known as █████ ████), approximately 1.7 meters tall and weighing around 25 kg due to the skeletal state of his body. ANM-627 is in a constant state of decay, having undergone a remarkable and anomalous transformation wherein his body has become a living hive for insects, currently housing thousands of insect species, primarily beetles, ants, and wasps. Despite the extreme decomposition and mutilation, ANM-627 remains alive, though in a state of severe physical deterioration.

ANM-627's body is largely devoid of skin, muscle tissue, and internal organs. Most of his organs have been consumed by the insects inhabiting him, except for the brain, eyes, and a significant portion of the nervous system, which remain intact, though heavily deteriorated. What remains of his body is calcified bone, with the structure appearing fossilized and coated by a brittle, spiny substance similar to an exoskeleton secreted by the insects. Pockets of insect colonies are embedded within ANM-627's skeletal structure, notably in the ribcage, pelvis, and femur bones.

ANM-627’s mouth, now perpetually open, serves as the primary point of entry and exit for many insects, and his nasal cavity has similarly been hollowed out and repurposed as a conduit for insects. His appearance is deeply disturbing, especially to individuals with trypophobia (fear of holes or pitted surfaces) due to the numerous openings and cavities in his body where insects are constantly seen entering and exiting. Additionally, ANM-627’s insect-infested exterior is a source of extreme discomfort for those with entomophobia (fear of insects).

ANM-627 was first discovered in ████, Cuba, living in an improvised shelter within a garbage dump, subsisting in a semi-immobile state. Local reports indicated that ANM-627 had been seen wandering near urban waste disposal sites for years, but attempts to approach him failed due to the overwhelming swarm of insects that constantly surrounded him. Task force "Sewer Worms" was dispatched to handle ANM-627's retrieval after local authorities failed to relocate him safely, resulting in multiple fatalities caused by insect swarms.

Subsequent investigations revealed that ANM-627 is the former Cuban revolutionary █████ ████, a guerrilla fighter who assisted Che Guevara during the Cuban Revolution. Historical records indicate that ANM-627 was captured by Batista’s forces during the revolution, subjected to brutal torture, and used as a living host for insect-based torment over several months. His captors reportedly introduced colonies of carnivorous beetles, larvae, and other insects into his body as a form of enhanced torture. However, after a mass escape orchestrated by revolutionary forces, ANM-627 escaped captivity.

It is believed that ANM-627, severely disfigured and traumatized by months of insect-induced torture, developed anomalous abilities that allowed him to survive despite his grievous injuries. These abilities appear to be directly linked to the insects infesting his body, which now sustain his vital functions, using his skeletal remains as a hive.

Although ANM-627 exhibits constant physical pain, as evidenced by his hollow groans and occasional erratic muscle spasms, he has largely become desensitized to his suffering over time. ANM-627 is capable of limited speech and appears to have some degree of control over the insect colonies residing in his body. He has been observed giving subtle vocal or physical signals to the insects, which then respond by adjusting their behavior, including forming defensive swarms or retreating into ANM-627’s body cavities.

ANM-627’s ability to communicate with the insect colonies is still under investigation, but preliminary research suggests a form of neurochemical signaling or pheromone-based interaction. ANM-627 can also release insect swarms as a defense mechanism, overwhelming any perceived threats with sheer numbers.

Despite his grotesque physical state, ANM-627 has demonstrated a high level of cognition and retains fragmented memories of his life before the transformation. ANM-627 has referred to the insects inhabiting his body as "companions" and expressed a reluctant acceptance of his current state, claiming that the insects "saved" him and allowed him to continue the fight, though his understanding of the passage of time seems distorted.

Addendum 627-1: Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Ortega

Interviewee: ANM-627

Dr. Ortega: Can you tell us your name?

ANM-627: (in a distorted, raspy voice) ...█████... I was... that... once.

Dr. Ortega: Do you know what happened to you?

ANM-627: (pauses) The insects... they kept me alive. I didn’t want... but I needed them. They made me one of them... hollowed me out. Now I’m... a hive.

Dr. Ortega: Why did they choose you?

ANM-627: (shaking) I... fought. They tortured me... insects, crawling inside... eating me from within... but I fought... I got out. They stayed with me. (groaning in pain) Always with me.

Dr. Ortega: Do you control the insects?

ANM-627: (slowly, deliberately) They listen... they hear me. I... ask. They do what I need. They... protect me... they need me.

Dr. Ortega: Do you feel pain?

ANM-627: (long pause) Yes... but now it’s mine... we live with it. Together.

Dr. Ortega: One last question: Do you remember the revolution? Che Guevara?

ANM-627: (shaking, coughing) ...Che... we fought... for something... but now... all I fight for is them... and the silence. I know Che was killed... we failed... all together...

[End of Interview]

Addendum 627-2: Incident Report 627-A

On ██/██/20██, ANM-627 exhibited unusual behavior, with a significant increase in the insect population within his containment chamber. Several species of predatory wasps, not previously observed in ANM-627’s colony, emerged from his body and began attacking research personnel. After the initial swarm, ANM-627 was observed vocalizing loudly, causing the insects to retreat. This event raised concerns about the long-term stability of ANM-627’s containment.

Final Note: ANM-627 represents a unique and disturbing anomaly, merging human suffering and insect adaptation into a singular entity. Although the subject remains contained, further research is necessary to understand the full extent of ANM-627’s control over the insect colonies and how this relationship has allowed him to survive in his current state. The remains of a rebel may not want to attack, but his insects do. We hope they continue to obey him; we do not want another infestation issue like we had with ANM-284.

[ladyanaconda]

Nightingale

Of all the situations he could find himself in, patching up and bandaging his rival’s wounds wasn’t one of them. While he more or less treated the most external injuries, there was little he could do about her broken lower arm and ribs. That would have to be checked by a doctor.

As he tended to Cassiora’s wounds, Besteel found himself… studying her. He kept staring at her curves for a moment before forcing himself to look away, cheeks red. He ran a hand down her fur—to check her body temperature, nothing more! It was so… soft. Soften than any fur he’d ever touched.

Against his better judgment, Besteel took a sniff at Cassiora. She had a sweet, humid scent that reminded him of morning dew. A pleasant shiver ran up his spine, making his fur bristle in delight. 

Besteel got up and walked toward the fire, cursing under his breath.

“Wha…?”

He froze. Damn it, of all the times…!

Cassiora drifted awake. Her body was sore all over, especially her abdomen and one of her lower arms. As her eyes cracked open, she realized she was bandaged all over, and her right lower arm rested on a sling. 

“You’re awake.”

Besteel?

He was standing near the fire a few meters away. As her vision cleared, Cassiora realized she was at a campsite. His campsite. Which means she’s on his…

Shit.

Besteel rushed to Cassiora’s side when she tried sitting up, gently grasping her shoulders to prevent her from doing so.

“You need to lay down. You’re hurt.”

“Huh? What are you…?” Cassiora winced. “What happened?”

“Mammusk stampede. You nearly got trampled. I brought you back to my camp to tend to your wounds. You’ve been unconscious ever since… until now.”

“How long was I out?”

“2 days.”

Cassiora jumped, eyes snapping open. “2 days?!”

The outburst sent waves of pain through her body again. Besteel reached out as she grasped her stomach, gritting her teeth. 

“Easy now! What part of ‘you’re hurt’ didn’t you understand?” 

“Damn it, I can’t believe it! 2 days! Broken Tooth’s trail has probably gone cold!”

This time, Besteel’s eyes snapped open. “Wait, what?! You were tracking Broken Tooth by yourself?!”

“Are you deaf? That’s what I said!”

“What were you thinking?! Why would you do such a stupid thing?!”

“Why are you so surprised? Didn’t you kill an adult Vipanther for your First Hunt? And you were fourteen at that time.”

“Broken Tooth isn’t just any Vipanther! That monster has killed veteran hunters and chieftains!” Besteel snapped. “And in any case, I was born and raised a hunter!”

“You talk much after your boomrod caused the stampede that left me like this!” Cassiora snarled. 

“Well, you distracted me by being there! You wouldn’t be hurt if you hadn’t gone after Broken Tooth in the first place!”

“Why do you even care if I was chasing after Broken Tooth?!”

“I–! I DON’T!” Besteel snapped, fur bristling and cheeks red. “I swear, you must be the most reckless and stubborn people I’ve ever met!”

“And you, mister, are the most arrogant, ill-tempered jerk I’ve ever–ARGH!” Cassiora clutched her side, teeth clenched in pain. 

Besteel knelt next to her again. “Damn it, listen to reason for once! You’ll get yourself killed at this rate!”

“You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” Cassiora hissed through grit teeth. “That way, you’d be the ‘greatest hunter in Orbona.’”

“That’s not what this is about! I just don’t want you to–!”

Besteel stopped mid-sentence, heart skipping a beat. His cheeks were probably as red as Cassiora’s fur.

 Damn it, did he nearly…?

The hunter stomped away to the edge of the camp and started punching or kicking whatever happened to be in front of him. Damn woman! Why is she making him feel like this?!

A few minutes of throwing things around later, Besteel glanced back at Cassiora—his temper flared up again when he saw her amused expression.

“Don’t mind me; I’m just watching you throw a temper tantrum like a cub.” She said teasingly.

Besteel narrowed his eyes… and sighed. “Shouldn’t you be resting?

Reluctantly, Cassiora lay back down. That was… surprisingly gentle on his part. 

They didn’t speak until a few hours later, when Besteel gave Cassiora some Mammusk meat he’d cooked for her, figuring she was probably starving.

Cassiora sniffed it warily.

“Chill out, it’s not poisoned.”

“But it’s too salty. What’s your obsession with salt, anyway?”

“I didn’t add too much salt to this one.”

Reluctantly, Cassiora took a tentative bite of the meat. Surprisingly, it just had the right amount of salt. With that out of the way, she devoured it.

“Where did you get so much meat, anyway?”

“The avalanche killed a few Mammusks. It was enough to fill the village’s food reserves for a few months.”

“At least something good came out of your blunder.”

Besteel huffed, fur bristling. “Like I said, I couldn’t predict the herd would go straight into the canyon.”

“And you call yourself a seasoned hunter? Maybe the stories I’ve heard about you were exaggerated.”

“It was a one-time mistake. It won’t happen again.” Besteel narrowed his eyes. “A pity I can’t say the same about you. You’re lucky you weren’t trampled on.”

Cassiora sighed and lay down again. 

“It’s not the first time I’ve gotten hurt. It happens often when you must teach yourself how to hunt…”

“Well, that explains everything. One of our first lessons is never to put ourselves or others at unnecessary risk. Guess no one told you that.”

“Of course not, considering I grew up on my own.” 

Besteel’s eyes widened. “Were you an orphan?

“None of your business.”

Fair enough. 

“…So you’re self-taught.” He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I admit you’re not that bad… When you’re not doing something recklessly stupid.”

“Says the guy who thought facing a Vipanther at fourteen was a good idea.”

“Don’t patronize me. I was far more experienced than you ever were. I’ve been doing this since I left my mother’s pouch.”

Cassiora chuckled bitterly. “Of course. Your father is Vamphyr, the Coldblooded. It must have been nice having such a legend as your mentor.”

Besteel winced. Goddamn it, how can this woman find the right buttons to piss him off so frequently?!

“My father is more than just a legend; he was a hell of a teacher, too. Everything I know, I learned from him.” He hissed, eyes narrowed. “You might be a decent huntress, but you’re still no match for my skill. I’m still far out of your league.”

Cassiora looked away, crossing her arms with an angry huff. Besteel smirked, satisfied. 

“…Still… Thanks for saving me.”

The smirk vanished almost instantly. He sighed. 

“…You’re still an idiot for getting hurt like you did. It could have been worse, and the sight wouldn’t have been pretty to see…”

He caught a glimpse of her… intriguing weapon. It was much smaller and less potent than his boomrod, yet it had brought down a diredeer with one projectile.

“May I take a look at your…?”

“Silentshooter. Just be careful with the string, I just tuned it.”

Besteel grabbed the ‘silentshooter’ and began examining it. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen. It was made of metal with a bow of animal horn and a tensed-up string. He had an idea why she’d picked the name ‘silentshooter’, though. 

“What is this thing, anyway?”

“The design is hooman. From what little I could tell, it was used to hunt.” 

“Hooman, huh? Where did you get it, then?”

“In my teens, I encountered some old ruins with lots of old stuff. The one you’re holding isn’t the one I found. That one was far smaller and made of wood. I had to study its design and figure out how it worked before I could make one more fit for a Dorcean.”

“You made this thing from scratch?”

Cassiora frowned at Besteel’s mocking tone. “I had to make my own tools. It wasn’t like I could afford a boomrod.” 

Besteel studied the silentshooter for a bit longer, running a claw over each part. It seemed like a complex mechanism, and she’d somehow made it from scratch? 

“You can actually use this thing?”

“Why don’t we ask the diredeer you say I ‘stole’ from you?”

“That was my kill; you stole it from under my nose!”

Cassiora smirked. “You snooze, you lose.”

“I was about to take the damn shot!”

“But you didn’t, did you?”

“Don’t get smart with me, woman.” Besteel snarled, eyes narrowed. “You stole that kill from me.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but according to the Hunter’s Code, the prey belongs to the hunter who gets the killing shot first. I killed it, so it was mine, period.” 

Besteel huffed. She was right. 

“The only reason you got that kill is that your stupid hooman weapon beat me to it.”

“Ha! So you admit it!”

“I can’t deny it was faster than my boomrod…” the hunter sighed. “I guess you did get the kill according to the Hunter’s Code. Even if the circumstances were crappy.”

Satisfied, Cassiora lay back down on the bed. 

….

Hours later, he awoke to a strange sound. With Cassiora occupying his hammock, he had to sleep on an improvised bed made from some of his pelts and leathers on the other side of the tent. Besteel reluctantly got up, stretching out his muscles. 

What is that noise?

He glanced toward Cassiora, realizing she was shivering and breathing heavily. Alarmed, Besteel got up and went to check on her. She was boiling.

“Cassiora?” he gently shook her shoulder, but she didn’t react. “Damn it, a fever now of all times?”

Besteel fetched cold water from the nearby stream in a wooden bowl and a small towel from his supplies. Then he returned to Cassiora’s side. He ran the hand towel under the cool water and placed it on her forehead. 

About an hour later, her temperature dropped somewhat. But her shivering continued. 

Besteel ran a hand down his fur. Damn it, what should he do…?

 There’s… another thing he could try, but it was a bit too… intimate. 

“You better goddamn appreciate this, woman…” 

Carefully, Besteel lay down in the hammock next to Cassiora and wrapped his four arms around her. 

His hackles bristled as she snuggled into his embrace.“…You’re such a good pillow.”

Besteel blushed deeply. She must be delirious.

“And you’re quite the�� clingy sleeper.”

“…Why does everyone leave me…? My mother abandoned me… everyone does…”

Besteel looked down at her, eyes widening. She was sobbing.

So she is an orphan…

He felt a squirming in his heart as she continued to whimper. He never imagined his crimson-furred rival ever sounding so… vulnerable. It was strange. He’s so used to her feistiness and independence that he never thought she might have her own demons.

He knows that feeling very well, especially when it stems from your own mother leaving you…

Besteel stroked Cassiora’s back with his lower hand while the upper one wiped some of her tears.

“It’s okay… I’m here. You’re not alone.”

“Don’t ever leave me… please...”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay by your side, I promise.”

Guess he’ll have to stay wit her all night. 

[lazybutsmexy]

Bird hunting

Ghost x fem!reader x Soap

Chapter 10: Flying Away

Ch.9 < Series Masterlist > Ch. 11

Warnings: description of a body/injuries

Summary: Ghost and Soap feel hope, Canary feels frustration.

Do not read this work if you're under 18. This work contains mature and triggering themes.

Word count: 1600~

Climbing the hill slope through the forest was no easy task with an open wound and burnt soles, but Canary took advantage of the adrenaline still pumping through her veins and managed it. She got to the top of the hill, nearly clawing at the trees around her for support, and purposely ignoring the pain coursing in waves through her body with each step. As soon as she got to the top of the hill, she looked towards the road, just a few feet away from where she stood. 

There were still no signs of any vehicles, but she wouldn’t wait to be found. She knew that Luke would be back anytime now with a different vehicle, and she didn’t have the strength to fight him if he caught sight of her. And with that in mind, she descended the other end of the slope. Her feet slid and scrambled against the humid leaves and the mud, and Canary groaned in pain as she stopped her skidding by holding onto the trees. 

Once she got to the bottom of the slope, the sound of a stream was heard from her twelve. Panting, she tried to maintain a hurried step as she reached the water, studying it cautiously. 

The stream didn’t look deep, but the current was strong and possibly very strong. Still, she needed to cross it, and she was not going to climb the hill again simply to get to the bridge - it would cost her precious time she didn’t have. Canary looked around until she found the shortest way to the other side. She walked over to the shore and took a deep breath, plunging her feet into the cold water. 

She swallowed a scream as she forced her feet forward, the water reached above her knees at the deepest, and the current was strong enough that it threatened to topple her over every time she raised her foot to take a step. She was already shivering at the low temperatures of the water, and realized her bandages were becoming wetter - only not with the water. 

To make things worse, just as she was halfway through the stream, she heard an engine approaching. In a panic, Canary painstakingly hurried her step, nearly tripping on a rock as she tried to get to the other side before whatever car passed. 

Just as she stepped on dry land, the engines were heard louder, and she stumbled to hide behind some tall bushes, wondering if it was the third man.

She instead saw a patrol car and a jeep. And inside the patrol car, a very familiar sight she would recognize in the darkest nights, through a sniper’s scope at five hundred meters away, or in complete darkness, with her eyes closed and using only her fingertips to guide herself - a skull balaclava. 

She let out a loud gasp before attempting to scream for Ghost to look her way. But she was short of breath from both her effort to cross the stream, and her body’s natural reaction to the cold water. 

“Gho-! *cough* Ghost! I’m here!” She still tried, nearly choking with her own spit as she tried to scream through her panting, only to watch both vehicles drive away.

The sound of the engines lulled to silence, and Canary simply stared at the spot where they disappeared to. 

They were there for her, she was sure of it. They would get to the cabin and realize she managed out, and would realize she had to go through the woods. They would get to her in no time.

That didn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face in frustration and a sob to choke up in her throat, as she lost the grip on the tree trunk next to her and fell to her knees on a bed of fallen leaves.  

~~~~~~

The air within the patrol car was stuffy - or at least it felt like that to Luke. He was sat in between Ghost and Soap, two humongous men - compared to him at least. At one point during the drive, he dared to peek at them, and finding out that their biceps alone were the size of his head made him rethink all his life decisions that led him there.

He trained his eyes up front again. He would only speak to instruct the driver where to go, too afraid of what could happen if either he didn’t or if he lied. Just the memory of the Sergeant single-handedly nearly crushing his skull sent a shiver down his spine. If that man could do that, what would the Lieutenant be able to do? 

Luke let out a shuddery sigh. I should’ve stayed in school. 

After driving for a while through a labyrinth of windy roads, they took a long road that seemed to lead deep into the forest. It was a type of rural road which had more stones than pavement. The rumbling of the stones beneath the car made its occupants shake within. 

Soap briefly envied Price and Gaz, since they were riding the jeep. Whenever the smaller patrol car made a turn to avoid a hole or a too-big stone, his shoulder pushed against Luke. He could see that Ghost was in the same predicament, but neither of them made a comment. While Luke was overridden with terror for whatever would happen to him, both Soap and Ghost were antsy to get to Canary. Now that it was confirmed what her fate would be, they were going ready for a full-on tactical assault, with weapons charged and all. Price had even managed to call for a helicopter to be on standby in case it was needed. 

…Luke had been quiet for a while now. 

“How much longer?” Ghost asked, sharing Soap’s suspicions. Luke visibly flinched, as if he had gotten used to not hearing his voice. 

“J-just a few more kilometers,” he squeaked, leaning a bit away from Ghost only to lean against Soap’s arm, “w-we still have to cross a bridge, and then we’ll be close.”

“You better be telling the truth, kid,” Ghost looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and Luke thought he was about to faint as his future looked bleak, “your neck doesn’t look too strong.”

Several minutes passed before they finally saw the bridge. Luke gave another stuttery instruction to the officer, but Ghost felt the sudden need to look out of his window just as they were crossing it. The stream below was noisy, and its current looked quite strong. His eyes moved to the horizon and watched the afternoon sunlight over the trees, wondering where this sudden withering feeling in his heart was coming from. 

Just a couple minutes later, the officer drove up a hill, and Luke told him the next entrance to the right led to the cabin. Ghost made the officer stop.

“It won’t be good if we alert them that we’re coming," he climbed out and readied his weapon, Soap immediately following after him and readying his own weapon. He leaned into Hartford’s window then, “keep an eye on this mutt, we’ll take it from here.”

Soap flagged down the jeep, and told Price that they would continue on foot to have the element of surprise. Seconds later the four men, armed to the teeth and ready to rain a hail of bullets on whoever took their bird, sneaked through the edges of the forest with their sight fixed on the cabin. Price and Gaz gradually moved closer to the back of the building to surround it, while Soap and Ghost waited for the signal to move. 

A familiar sense of forewarning filled their bodies at the same time - why was the front door wide open? As soon as Price gave the signal, all four men stormed in with weapons at the ready, only to find a massacre. 

The man that had been with Luke in the van the first time they saw it, was laying on the floor like a starfish. His blood surrounded him on all sides, even above, like a grim blanket. Soap called the all-clear and got closer to the body.

“...I can count at least ten stab wounds,” he mumbled after a few moments, before looking up at Ghost, “think it was Canary?”

“Very probable,” he narrowed his eyes, taking in every aspect of the room. He saw the ripped bed sheets and the splatter of blood on the bed and the wall. He looked down, moving his foot and wiping a bit of the blood too easily. “It’s still fresh.”

Price walked in and made a grimace at the dead man, deliberately stepping on his hand while clicking his tongue. It was no secret that all four men wanted to have a bit of a turn against these men. It seemed like Canary got first dibs though, and he couldn’t be upset at that. 

“There’s more blood,” Ghost pointed out at the wall next to the front door, “it’s not from that guy,” he tilted his head towards Charlie. Soap frowned and stood up, stepping closer to Ghost and glancing at the table. 

“Two coffee cups, two piles of cigarette butts, two chairs,” Soap commented, then shook his head, “I don’t think these were for Canary at all.” 

“Luke mentioned a boss, right?” Gaz chimed in from outside, then called them all out, “I found what looks like blood drops.”

All men walked outside and followed Gaz to a spot on the grass. There, staring back at them, sat three droplets of blood. A few feet away, another three. 

A grim little trace that led them into the woods.

A/N: I know it's stretching but I love the dramaaaaaa

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Mermaid's Herbal Compendium

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Name: Basil

Scientific name: Ocimum selloi Benth.

Disclaimer: As English is not my native language, there may be some errors in scientific expressions. I am also using local resources.

TECHNICAL USAGE

History:

Due to the shape of its leaves (heart), it was considered a symbol of love in Italy and of mourning in Greece. (Portal São Francisco, 2016)

4,000 years ago, the Hindus, who were percussionists in the culture of basil, exported it to Egypt. (Portal São Francisco, 2016)

In the last century, basil was used by shoemakers to attenuate the smell of leather. (Portal São Francisco, 2016)

The name "basilicum" has its origin in the Greek "basilikós," which means "of the kings or royal," to indicate its nobility. The Greek botanist Theophrastus, in the 3rd century BC, defined basil as an herb of kings. (History of Ingredients, 2016)

Description:

Plant characteristics: Basil is an herbaceous plant grown in gardens and widely known throughout Brazil. It is characterized by the pleasant smell that is released from its leaves. It has a quadrangular stem, and the leaves are opposite, sharp, and abundant. The plant produces small white flowers arranged on an elongated axis, with secondary inflorescences formed on each axis. The corolla has four pieces, and the plant bears fruit with four dark nuclei. It is a meliferous plant. Basil can be propagated by seeds or cuttings taken from the branches. It thrives in fertile soils rich in organic matter, permeable, and with high temperatures. (Treatise on Medicinal Plants, 2014)

Propagation: Basil can be propagated by seeds or cuttings from branches. Basil seeds are sown in 200-cell expanded polystyrene trays containing commercial substrate and kept in protected cultivation. At 30 days after sowing, the seedlings have four definitive leaves and are suitable for transplanting. (PEREIRA; MOREIRA, 2011)

Cultivation: Seedlings can be planted in pots or nurseries throughout the year. For this, the beds must be well prepared, raised to a height of 15 cm. Use 150 g of well-tanned bovine manure per square meter of bed and mix well. Sow the seeds and cover with 0.5 cm of light soil or fine sawdust. The recommended spacing is 30 cm between lines and 30 cm between plants. Irrigate at least once a day, preferably in the early morning or late afternoon. After 60 days of planting in the beds, the first harvest can be made by cutting the plant at 20 cm from the soil. (PEREIRA; MOREIRA, 2011)

How to choose and where to find:

Fresh: Fresh bunches and pots of basil can be found in fairs, markets, and supermarkets. Choose branches with lush leaves that are not stained or wilted.

Dry: Dry basil can be found in supermarkets and specialty stores. Look for products in dark packaging, protected from light, to prevent loss of aroma. Check the expiration date.

How to Store:

Fresh:

Basil spoils quickly, but it can be packed in plastic packaging and dried for up to three days at most.

Chop the leaves and place them in a closed glass container with oil.

Dry: Store in a sealed container, away from light and humidity.

How to dry:

Buy two large bundles of basil, wash them well, and spread them on a clean cloth until dry.

Separate the leaves and make layers of leaves in a glass bowl, alternating with thin layers of coarse salt.

Cover the glass bowl with plastic wrap and leave it at room temperature.

Stir once a day for the first three days.

The dried basil can be used for up to two months. The leaves become dry, and the salt absorbs the aroma of basil. You can use only the leaves or also the coarse salt.

Chemical Composition:

Tannins: Tannins are astringent and hemostatic, and their therapeutic applications are related to these properties. They are mainly used in the tanning and paint industries. They are also used in laboratories to detect proteins and alkaloids and as antidotes in cases of poisoning by alkaloid plants.

Flavonoids: The therapeutic functions of flavonoids are not yet fully understood. The group is known for its anti-inflammatory, anti-allergic, and vasoprotective effects (treatment of thrombosis). Rutin and hesperidin are important flavonoids used in the treatment of capillary fragility.

Saponins: Saponoside glycosides are named for their ability to form abundant foam when agitated with water (from Latin "frog" = soap). They taste bitter and acrid, and drugs containing them are usually sternutatory (cause sneezing) and irritating to the mucous membranes. They are non-nitrogen compounds that dissolve in water, producing foaming solutions by decreasing the surface tension of the liquid. They also have the properties of emulsifying oils and causing hemolysis. The latter is due to the ability of the glycoside to combine with the cholesterol molecules present in the erythrocyte membrane, disrupting the internal-external balance and promoting the rupture of the cell, resulting in the release of hemoglobin.

Essential Oils:

o Thymol: It has carminative, anti-spasmodic, expectorant, and anti-inflammatory properties. It also has significant antiseptic potential. o Methyl-chavicol: It has antimicrobial, anti-inflammatory, local anesthetic, and insecticidal activities. o Linalool: It is used for its woody, floral, and refreshing aroma. o Eugenol: It has anesthetic, bactericidal, antifungal, and flavoring properties, with a hot and spicy note. o Cineol: It has decongestant and anti-inflammatory properties and gives a eucalyptus aroma. o Pyrene

Herbal Actions:

Digestant: An herb that promotes good digestion.

Carminative: Herbs or essential oils that help the intestines release gas by relaxing gut spasms and increasing peristalsis to expel gas.

Sweetener: It has the ability to sweeten.

Aperientes: Aperientes herbs are mild laxatives.

Indications: Basil is beneficial for those who have difficulties in digestion, gas, heartburn, and headaches resulting from heavy or inadequate food. It facilitates the functioning of the intestines and acts as a diuretic. It is good for coughs, vomiting, and bad breath. Along with malva and sage, it helps in mouth infections.

Dosage: There is little information on the safe and effective dosage of basil. Usually, 10 to 20 ml of fresh basil leaf juice is used once a day, or teas can be made by infusing 2 grams of fresh basil or dried herb in boiling water twice a day.

Contraindications: Basil is not suitable for long-term use in children, and it should not be used by pregnant women in the first three months of pregnancy.

MAGICAL USAGE

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Deities: Ares, Eros, Zeus, Apollo, Vishnu, and Krishna

Tarot Cards: The Empress, Justice, Six of Swords, Ten of Cups

Zodiac: Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius

Sabbath: Yule, Imbolc

Magical Uses (under observation of effectiveness): Basil is linked to love, health, exorcism, and clairvoyance in magical practices. Its fresh leaves can be used as a natural scent to attract passion. Hanging some branches around the house can protect the environment and bring permanent joy. In some ancient cultures, basil was placed on the chest of the dead as a symbol of a passport to paradise. Fun fact: There are over 64 types of basil. (GORI, 2021)

Therapeutic and Enchanted Recipes:

PROSPERITY TEA:

INGREDIENTS: 1 teaspoon of basil, 1 teaspoon of thyme.

PREPARATION: Heat the water for 10 minutes, then turn off the heat. Add the basil and thyme and let it steep for 15 minutes.

CLAIRVOYANCE TEA:

INGREDIENTS: 1 teaspoon of basil, 1 teaspoon of hibiscus.

PREPARATION: Heat the water for 10 minutes, then turn off the heat. Add the basil and hibiscus and let it steep for 15 minutes. Drink four sips before your divination practices, especially oracles.

MIX OF HERBS FOR LOVE:

INGREDIENTS: 1 cup of basil, 1 cup of rose petals and buds, 1/2 cup of patchouli leaves, 1/2 cup of lavender flowers, 2 tablespoons of dragon's blood.

PREPARATION: Place this herbal mixture in a bowl in your home to attract love.

HAPPY SIPS:

*This is a recipe that makes me feel really happy...

INGREDIENTS: Fresh basil leaves, fresh strawberries.

PREPARATION: Make a flavored water by adding as much basil and strawberry as your heart desires. Let it sit for a while (to taste) and drink it. I used to make this a lot when working at the office, and it made me feel fresh and happy.

Sources:

CUNNINGHAM, Scott. Enciclopédia das Ervas Mágicas do Cunningham. 1ª ed. São Paulo: Editora Alfabeto, 2021.

PRIETO, Claudiney. Rituais de Magia com o Tarô. 1ª ed. São Paulo: Editora Alfabeto, 2021.

GORI, Tânia. Herbologia Mágica. 2ª ed. São Paulo: Editora Alfabeto, 2021.

CABOT, Laurie; CABOT, Penny; PENCZAK, Cristopher. Tradução de Virginia Dalbo. Livro de Feitiços de Laurie Cabot. 3ª ed. São Paulo. Editora Alfabeto, 2021.

LADDY, Brianna. Apostila Magia das Ervas. 2019. Her Instagram

LADDY, Brianna. 25 Feitiços usando a Magia das Ervas. 2021. Her Instagram

MINHAVIDA. Manjericão alivia problemas intestinais e tem ação anti-inflamatória. Disponível em: https://www.minhavida.com.br/materias/materia-11744#:~:text=Existe%20pouca%20informa%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20sobre%20a,fervente%20duas%20vezes%20ao%20dia. Acesso em: 11 abr. 2021.

SOCIEDADE BRASILEIRA DE FARMACOGNOSIA. Taninos. Disponível em: http://www.sbfgnosia.org.br/Ensino/taninos.html. Acesso em: 11 abr. 2021.

PARODI, Lorenzo. MANJERICÃO. Disponível em: http://www.ingredientes.blog.br/. Acesso em: 11 abr. 2021.

PORTAL SÃO FRANCISCO. Manjericão. Disponível em: https://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alimentos/manjericao#:~:text=Devido%20%C3%A0%20forma%20de%20suas%20folhas%2C%20(cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o)%2C%20era,atenuar%20o%20cheiro%20do%20couro. Acesso em: 11 abr. 2021.

GRANDI, Telma Sueli Mesquita. Tratado das plantas medicinais [recurso eletrônico]: mineiras, nativas e cultivadas. 1. ed. – Dados eletrônicos. Belo Horizonte: Adaequatio Estúdio, 2014. (Download the book HERE)

HOFFMANN, David. Tradução Euclides Luiz Calloni. O guia completo das plantas medicinais: ervas de A a Z para tratar doen��as; restabelecer a saúde e o bem-estar. 1ª ed. São Paulo: Cultrix, 2017.

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[crevicedwelling]

hello! I recently found a book about various invertebrates, and it’s pretty old so I wouldn’t be surprised if the info is outdated, but in it it described porcellio scaber isopods as ground dwelling during the spring and summer, but that they climb up into tree bark up to two meters high in the winter. Is this true at all? Also, would there then be a benefit to giving pet p. scaber isopods a vertical surface for winter?

I don’t doubt it happens, but it’s certainly not universal or limited to one season. where I live, it’s too cold for Porcellio scaber to be active most of the winter, while during the hot, humid summer, I commonly find them in trees or climbing concrete walls.

offering sticks or textured walls are a nice way to increase surface area in an isopod container but aren’t necessary for this species. neither is a “winter” cooling period, since I’ve found mine to breed perfectly well year-round at room temperature (I have once heard they can be tricky to culture in the tropics, but no reason was given).

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[ladyhoneydee]

for the ask game: 🍎

oh BOY newt have I learned so much stuff for fics. Including fics I’ve never posted or even written. Some of my favorite factoids are:

Honey can conduct electricity

caves experience environmental differences based on the time of day; they’re more still at night and get more air flow during the day. They also change in humidity!

parasitic wasps don’t have queens or a hive, unlike most other wasps. those bitches just vibe on their own and oviposit and die

humans can free dive up to like 100+ meters but people who do it for subsistence typically do so only up to like 70m

severe burns, including those from caustic substances, may not ever completely heal and require additional care

sister city programs are often set up between cities for mutual economic benefit, but sometimes it’s because of reasons like cross-cultural education/awareness, or because one city has a large immigrant population from the other city (or that city’s country)!

I am also the world’s greatest encyclopedia on Ubota Point in BotW. Want to know its precise layout and temperatures and what time the sun rises and sets and what directions you can see different views from? Oh boy I am your girl

thanks for the ask bb