#photosynthesis tag

[pinkseas]

Yoooooo! Okay so in one of your posts you mentioned that you thought that the eggpire members had differing levels of ‘freedom’ in terms of how far they could stray from the Egg (ex: Hannah and Skeppy needing to be very close by). What are your thoughts on that for each eggpire member?

okay SO!!!!!!!!

skeppy, i think, needed to stay the closest. by far. being even too far from it while still within the egg room would lead to irritation and frustration, would have him burning and freezing and shivering, feverish with the need to be back by its side. he’s safe within a few feet of it, and best when left completely alone and by its side. any sort of interruption to the time he spends with it has the same effects, leading to his bad moods when bbh tries to speak to him or lead him away. physically and mentally there’s a need to stay as close to it as possible, to do nothing but stay by its side.

hannah is probably the second most effected. her connection to the roses especially makes her vulnerable, as the egg honestly functions very similarly to the way a flower would- with the egg itself as the bulb, and the bloodvines themselves being, well, vines. that combined with how close she was forced to it (the same way skeppy forced Himself to be that close, for the others sake) leaves her ill when she strays too far or goes without seeing it for too long. whereas skeppy is irritated and feverish, hannah becomes very foggy, unable to think straight or clear her head. there’s a nausea and a tug in her chest and a fuzziness in her brain that rapidly gets worse, the weakness she feels turning to strength and her mind clearing the closer she gets. 

and then bad !! bad is honestly probably right in the middle. he’s given more freedom, as he needs it in order to spread the egg’s word and influence across the land, but still closely tethered. i think that doing something the egg dislikes or trying to stray for too long would lead to sharp stabs and aches of otherwise unexplained physical pain, headaches and muscle cramps and aching bones. and i think bad, honestly, could and would suffer through that if not for skeppy. skeppy is what keeps him close above all else, and the physical pain isn’t nearly to the degree it was before skeppy’s sacrifice freed bad from the egg’s control. the egg never fully got that control back, bad chooses to stay for skeppy’s sake. but by not belonging fully to the egg, the actual effects of being away from it are lessened, as much as it tries to keep him closer.

ponk doesn’t feel much, but then, he also doesn’t have much desire to stray. i think the vines making up his arm would start to grow loose and unravel if he were to go too far, a reminder that he’s bound, but because he’s fairly happy under the egg’s control and doesn’t necessarily care for freeing himself, the egg has less reason to try and keep him close. he does that on his own.

and punz !!! punz has the most freedom, easily, because no matter how far he goes, bloodshed follows. and the egg loves that. it grants him both strength and freedom and he uses that, knowingly or not, to make it stronger. should he have tried to leave things would’ve been different, but he liked the strength and power that the egg granted, actively wanted to keep it. since his possession it played a part in every bit of blood he shed, and therefore gained power from every bit, too. should punz ever think himself beyond needing it, well. rather than simply take away the power it granted, it could take away much of his own power, too, leave him far weaker than ever before and tell him he was free. leave him to come crawling back just to feel any bit like himself again, just to avoid that awful helplessness.

i am, honestly, not certain about antfrost. i think his near blind loyalty to the egg would’ve kept him close enough that the egg never worried about him straying, or there’s always the possibility that, if he thought the egg could bring velvet back (i can’t remember if that was canon or not LMAO), he himself never risked going far anyways. ant has always felt somewhat like the most steady member of the eggpire to me, so i think he’d be the only one to truly experience no consequence, or more accurately to never do anything requiring consequence in the egg’s eyes.

[hulloitsdani]

DAY 7: Summer!!!

Kiran summer alt real!!! Much like the Day of Devotion alt, I was actually toying with a design for this a while back, but never got around to cleaning it up. Which means its bonus sketch time! Yippee!

So this started as me wanting to draw that summer Sharena design after seeing xander-wolk take a crack at it, which you can find here. It was meant to be more of a warm up sketch but next thing I knew all four of my guys are on screen.

Then I explored the outfit a little more. Debated giving Kiran more dangly bits. But I ultimately settled on what usually works when drawing Kiran; throwing a coat on it.

[cordycepsbian]

plant animals

[bg3-dyes]

Why are you the best BG3 blog out there… what good deed did we do to deserve you 😭❤️

imagine how much better of a BG3 blog ill be once i actually play the game 🤪❤️ anyway now that i have your attention does this human preset look like chris pine or am i insane

i call her cripin. like chris pine but not quite

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

So I found this on Google, and I accidentally ended up having a megabrainstorm session with my dad about if Vulcans were actually photosynthetic, or really just how photosynthetic humanoids would work in general and how they'd function on a Starfleet ship? It was more like me ranting excitedly at my dad for a few minutes, but there were some cool ideas in there. (I mean I think they're cool, hopefully you guys do too)

Warning: EXTREMELY long (and nerdy) bullet point list follows under the cut

green skin because chlorophyll

possibly even leafy skin, which might end up looking more like scales, but with patches of softer more leaf-like areas where we'd have more body fat and/or body hair

(they can still have that Vulcan hair though, since it's sort of a defining trait/style of the species in Star trek)

This means they have to absorb sunlight through their skin, and convert it into energy in the form of glucose, like trees

Therefore they'd have to have glucose (not copper) based blood (but the melting point of sugar is really high? Hadn't quite worked that part out)

Their blood would be white then? Amber, like tree sap. Wait actually don't some flowers/green stemmed things have white sap in the stems? (Maybe their blood would change from white to amber as they age? I know flowers aren't younger versions of trees, but it would be cool)

and they'd have to drink water just as much as humans because plants need water (as Chekhov is panicking about) but maybe since Chekhov is worried about "watering" spock, their hair can function like roots or something to soak up extra water as well. Idk if it rains much on Vulcan but when it did they'd all be going outside like the worms do on Earth lol

They wouldn't really have to eat if sunlight is their primary energy source. Their mouth would be just for water, breathing, and speaking. In which case they'd have ALL different organ systems, seeing as our digestive system takes up a good chunk of space in the torso, what would they fill it with? Being humanoid, they'd still need lungs, as well as a heart to circulate the (glucose based?) blood. They can still have a liver as a toxin filter and whatever else livers do (trees have to deal with not-so-clean water, so the photosynthetic Vulcans could probably deal with pretty muddy/questionable water as well. And maybe that connects to a very basic digestive system (liver-filters > short and singular intestine > rectum) which is mostly just for getting rid of the mud (yes, pooping.) And the liver can also deal with dusty/sandy air probably. Oh they might not need to eat (maybe even CAN'T eat since they wouldn't need or have the organs to deal with it) but they could drink liquids other than water, and it might be helpful/necessary to drink sugary fruit drinks if it's been cloudy for a few days, because humanoids expend a LOT more energy than plants probably do. They probably have a "stomach" which acts as a storage and distribution-into-bloodstream area for water and sugar, a little like how a camel's hump works, so it might not only be "OMG did anyone water Spock today!?" But also "OMG Spock fainted, somebody get him fruit juice!" *frantic running to the mess hall* *20 ccs of sugar* "I told you to drink more sugary stuff, our artificial light here just can't give you as much energy as your THREE ENTIRE SUNS back home, you ****ing idiotic hobgoblin!" *definitely not crying over Spock's wellbeing*

Idk what would make up the rest of their torso since they don't need as much space for organs. Heart, lungs, liver, one intestine + waste management, storage stomach, and the rest of ours is primarily taken over by about 15 feet of scrunched intestines, so maybe for them it's all leg, or they could maybe have a redundant extra pair of lungs, and/or another heart, especially to lessen the workload since tree sap is significantly thicker than human blood? Or maybe all the water would thin it out? Or one heart is more connected to the skin where they absorb light energy and cycles the glucose-based blood (which goes from white to amber as they grow up) and the other heart connects more to the water/fruit juice storage stomach and cycles water as well as somehow sends old water off to get peed out? And they should also have an organ that somehow counters sunburn and helps then deal with their world's elevated levels of radiation.

So: two pairs of lungs (for no real reason), two hearts (and two circulatory systems?), one for water and one that's more for the nutrients of glucose from sunlight, a storage stomach, a liver, an organ that deals with radiation and sunburn, a short intestine for the undrinkable parts of potentially muddy/contaminated water, the rectum to poop out the mud, the kidneys/bladder/urinary system for old water, and I think that's it.

I've been occasionally researching (googling) during the process of writing this, and I found that trees actually do have 2 different kinds of sap! Phloem is the "more nutrient rich form, and flows from the leaves bringing sugars and hormones to nutrient-hungry parts of the plant," while Xylem "consists mostly of water" so it's perfectly reasonable for them to have 2 hearts, one for each kind!

But how can we design starships to be more Vulcan-friendly then, if they need so much light? Well first of all, having sugar as an option for hyposprays in the medbay/sickbay, as well as plenty of sugary drinks available in the replicators, and the sugary fruit drinks shouldn't "cost" as much in rations since the Vulcans sort of need it as much as they need water when they aren't able to access direct sunlight. Speaking of which, all the hallways should have strips of light off to the side (one on the floor and another shining down from the ceiling above it) that the Vulcan crewmembers can walk through, and there should be a solarium room which does its best to replicate at least the lighting and radiation conditions of Vulcan (the planet). This solarium should have the light panels be able to slide away to reveal actual windows, and starships with any Vulcans in their crew should be required to spend a minimum amount of time every so often in orbit of an actual sun or star system so that the Vulcans can have genuine sunlight. It would be really funny if Spock just had a spotlight that follows him around like Olaf's snow cloud in Frozen, but it would be more practical if his station on the bridge just had extra light panels which are positioned in some way so as not to shine in his eyes. Also, this photosynthesis sort of depends on their skin actually being exposed to light, so the uniform would probably be modified for Vulcans to be short sleeves and shorts despite how weird that would be, or it would be designed like tinted glass somehow, or... some other way of letting the light in without being immodest, idk

And now for a very important question: some trees are deciduous, yes? Oh dang it I just googled whether Vulcan has seasons and the answer was no. Scrolling down pointed out that Vulcan is a desert planet and so they'd naturally be able to go without water for longer periods of time than humans. That second one is okay, that's why they have a water storage organ sort of like camels, and I guess maybe they wouldn't need so much water after all. More like cacti than trees. But the no axis tilt / no seasons thing sort of cancels out what I was about to write :(

I'll write it anyway. Let's pretend for a second that Vulcan has seasons, because this whole thing can really apply to "photosynthetic humanoids" in general, not just photosynthetic Vulcans in particular. So, I was about to talk about deciduous trees :) When the seasons shift towards winter, the sunlight is weaker, trees go red before losing their leaves and sort of hibernating, right? Well what if Vulcans start going pale, then yellowy, and eventually taking on a pale reddish hue, and since they can't lose their skin to conserve energy, they consume as much sugar/fruit juice as they can over a period of a few weeks, before going into hibernation like bears?

This means that your Vulcan crewmate is kind of useless for at least a quarter of every year, which isn't really a problem unless they're a senior officer, but if they ARE a senior officer, they better have an apprentice or someone who can cover for them while they hibernate. Maybe another Vulcan from the opposite side of the planet, who would naturally hibernate during the opposite half of the year.

Would this Vulcan and their opposite-side-of-the-planet counterpart be best friends, or bitter rivals? Who knows!

Now, starships do not actually have seasons, so the hibernation cycle wouldn't be technically necessary. The Vulcan has two options: either slowly adjust to the year-round availability of sunlight over a period of multiple years so that they don't have to abandon their crew for a few months out of every year (and be SEVERELY messed up if they ever retire and go back to the hypothetical version of Vulcan which has seasons), OR, make sure that the availability of light mimics the seasonal cycle of pretend-Vulcan-with-seasons so that they can have their hibernation cycle properly. (Clearly the better option if they aren't a senior officer, especially if they don't plan to spend the rest of their life on the ship.)

Also it would be really cute to see what kind of pillow fort nest Spock would probably end up making in his quarters to hibernate in. I wonder if they'd visit him.

DO NOT WAKE THE HIBERNATING SPOCK. Google says waking up an animal from hibernation too early can have fatal consequences. On the other hand, it also said bears can wake themselves up immediately to protect cubs if necessary or if they're startled awake, so maybe he can respond to red alerts. However going based off the first point, it might be necessary to completely soundproof his quarters and make sure he remains undisturbed. And yet another possibility is that photosynthetic Vulcans wouldn't need to hibernate at all if they come from a part of the planet which is mostly friendly year-round (which would technically be true, since it doesn't actually have seasons at all, and they would choose to have civilizations in the most habitable areas. Maybe civilizations closer to the poles would have Vulcans that are naturally paler or more reddish, like how the Aenar on the Andorian homeworld are blind and paler.)

Animals coming out of hibernation can have lost up to 30% of their body weight (over a QUARTER), so Vulcans coming out of hibernation would look so sick and weak, and they'd probably take a while to get their full green color back, and the more soft leafy areas of higher body fat would have shriveled into just the small scale-like leaves that make up the majority of their skin, and their uniforms would be all baggy on them, and the human crew would probably be so so so worried for them, especially the first few hibernation cycles

*Spock stumbles onto the bridge for the first time in several months, pale orange-red and extremely skinny* "Oh my god, Spock!" (overjoyed at his return) -- "Oh my god Spock you look like crap, are you alright?" (softer and full of concern upon actually noticing what he looks like) -- "This is perfectly normal, I'll be fine, you need me on du-" *faints*

[epicaricacyyy]

jellayfishsprite ^_^ my baby its/it

[frogenthusiastt]

HI ILY

8 for the writing prompt :)

8: Sunbathing

The early morning is still.

The dunes are faded amber in the early hour, like they haven't yet remembered how to be real. Vash has always appreciated the liminality of this time, when the first sun has just returned and most people are still asleep. Very few times has danger found him when anyone with a gun is still in bed working off their inebriation, and greed and violence has not yet taken shape on the tip of their tongues.

He watches the scenery come to life from underneath the cliff he's perched on, breathing in the air on just the right side of cool and letting the world breathe its life back into him. He feels limitless, like the borders of his body is still about as tangible as the breaking of light against the horizon.

Wolfwood has never understood his predilection towards early hours. He's always been the type of man to come alive in the evening, suddenly setting out to do tasks or getting engrossed in a book or sharing a beer or ten. Whenever Vash wants to ask him for a favor he knows to do it after 6 pm and it'll cut the otherwise lengthy process in half. For all that he loves to bitch and moan to the point Vash suspects it's just some complicated form of affection at this point, sometimes it's nice to just get straight to the point.

It's just before 5 am right now, and Vash knows Wolfwood will probably threaten to do bodily harm if he so much as breathes in his direction for the next 4 hours, but Vash is content to just sit here and breathe in time and pale light and let himself be until that time comes.

That's another thing Wolfwood has never understood about him. One of the parts he does his darnedest to hide in order to not make people uncomfortable. You know, he'd told him once, you can sit really still when you don't think anyone sees you. It's like you– I don't know, you zone out for a moment and suddenly it's like you're not really there anymore.

Vash had laughed him off, told him he shouldn't fault a man for getting stiff at his old age. He doesn't know how to explain this, that if he silences the motion of his body he can hear the rest of the world singing back to him.

Vash puts a hand on the ground and feels the red rust of desert patina in the back of his mouth. Further down, further than that it's years and years of basalt, interlaced with streaks of quartz and tourmaline and calcium tungstate sleeping in the shadowy depths of the planet. It tastes like salt licorice, coats his gums in salty film and makes him feel cool and sturdy and safe.

When he breathes in he can feel the nitrogen and oxygen molecules tumbling in their usual fervent skirmish, dancing around each other and rolling around in his lungs, in his bloodstream. Carbon dioxide comes in with its delightful sweetness, tasting of joy and life and flushing his cheeks red. Methane and ozone taste metallic, buzzing sharp-slap that remind him of his brother.

And then, joyous of all, is the sun now coming in with its loving weight, dousing his limbs and his body and his mind in warm golden love. Vash breathes in slow, breathes out even slower and lets himself indulge in this cycle his body desperately craves, more than any water or food. The sun loves him, the sun has always loved him and cared for him and nurtured him, from the moment he was born and a little before that still.

The vibrating hot fills his bloodstream in a rush and his eyelids droop closed, lets the thinnest expanses of skin drink up the electromagnetic affection from his face, his neck, his wrists, the soles of his feet. It's hard to think like this, when the sun is in him and around him and making him drowsy and giddy and excited and calm. This is probably what drugs feel like to humans, something that had confused him when he was young and had tried them for the first time. The blissed out faces of people dancing and singing and kissing had confused him, then, when all he tasted was 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine and 3,4-methylene-dioxyprovalerone and bath salts, but later it had clicked, on a morning just like this one.

Vash breathes in and it's love-love-love, pure and unfiltered, golden and sultry and dripping down his veins like honey. The sun is in him and its child watches from her skirts and his bones feel aligned for the first time in a long time, like something in him has shifted just slightly to the left and everything had been fine all along.

Time drips from an olive branch, heavy and languid. Wind jostles his hair and sends ripples against the fine hairs on his arms, wakes his nerves up with sparks, reminds him of the outside world. He opens his eyes slowly, adjusting back over the imprints of light still dancing across his sclera.

Two ladies are making their way across the main street, hair perfectly fixed and chattering amongst themselves. Escorts, probably. Vash can see no other reason why someone would look so presentable at this time of day. A couple of construction workers have gathered at the saloons, fixing themselves some coffee before their labor begins. He regards them all fondly, the well oiled machine in how they move around each other like a song and dance, the murmur of their greetings and the pat-pat-pat of their feet against the ground.

One lady makes her way from the hotel they had been staying at, russet hair bouncing as she walks with purpose and– oh that's Meryl. She's walking straight towards him, even though he doubts she can see him from here. It's always been an uncanny ability of hers, the way she can figure anyone out from the moment she meets them: what their favorite flavor of ice cream is, how they like to sleep, where they're most likely to be at just shy of 6 am in the morning. Vash works motion back into his body as she makes her way up the hill, willing the glow of his skin back into something more standard for a human man. He's not surprised when she comes up to sit next to him. Maybe that's why she understands people so well - she always makes sure to be placed at their level, always makes sure to look people in the eye.

"Morning Mr Vash," she says kindly.

"Morning," he replies.

She turns to look out the postcard view in front of them. "Oh wow, that's a mighty beautiful sight! I can see all the people of town from up here."

He smiles. He knew she'd get it. "Yeah."

They sit in amicable silence for a few minutes, basking in the sunlight, knees knocking together. She hums a tune he hasn't heart before. He listens.

After a few minutes she stretches and yawns, standing back up and patting the dust of her skirt with a firm pat pat. "Would you like to join me for breakfast? Food always tastes better with company."

He takes her outstretched hand, feels the warmth of it as he stands.

"Yeah. I'd like that."

[chimeragirlpleopods]

it is the day i have to shelve the dun meshi tag from my tracked ones or ill have to bear witness ad naseum to people-talking-about-other-people-who-also-talk-about-said-people

[fully-caulked-wagon]

*Sprinkler noises*

Yo, If you watered Zoro's hair, Would it grow down like a willow tree, Or up like Bart Simpson's?

[ite-its-jellyfish-love]

if the characters were pirates on a pirate ship what would their roles be 👀

Oh my gosh, I just finished all of the One Piece episodes on Netflix I'm so qualified to answer this ask, thank you 😤!! (I still needed to search up pirate roles though, haha...)

From the main cast, Momoka would say he's the captain, but Chiaki would probably run the show behind the scenes (probably the Quartermaster, if I wanted to use the technical term). In practice, I think Momoka would serve as the navigator, haha.

I suppose Katsuo would serve as the "second mate" in name (since he's always around "Captain" Momoka), but I could see him being in charge of all the ship things (sails, driving... stuff like that). Rankou would be the cook. He does not make good nor nutritious food, but he's the only one who likes to cook so everyone else has to suck it up. He and Katsuo would also man the cannon together.

Achlys would be the surgeon (believe it or not, his family does have a history of being doctors), but he wouldn't be happy about it.

Sui wouldn't be anything special, he'd probably just be the low errand boy or something like that. Poor guy 😢.

[pinkseas]

Okay this is a half-funny half-serious question: Who do you think the Egg liked the most, or maybe felt the most possessive of? Out of all the eggpire members, who do you think the Egg would be the most upset about losing and the most desperate to get back should everyone be freed?

MMMMMMMMMMMMMM good question. i want to say bad, but bad kind of... failed it? and was also only ever there for skeppy. skeppy's position feels admittedly expendable, and while i love the hc of hannah giving the egg a LOT of power that ones not exact canon so. id say ant or punz? punz because hes totally fine with violence and that violence probably feeds the egg, or ant because. well. if bbh was the talk, ant was the action. he enforced, he was the one who REALLY got violent and lashed out. im not sure who the egg itself would be most upset about losing, but i do think that realistically the one it'd want back the most would be ant. it has the leverage over him and the hope to dangle in front of him, and he's quite possible done more for it than any other eggpire member has.

[moonyistired]

krobus: you're not like other humans, are you?

kore, a wholeass humanoid plant: i guess so

[thelooniemoonie]

BABE WAKE UP THE PLANTS CAN POWER COMPUTERS NOW

[confuchan]

Tagged by: @sugarcherriess

Comfort Movie - idk what the criteria is for this but i grew up on harry potter so it is the first thing that pops into my head bc i used to watch it once or twice a year, second would be the 'To All The Boys I've Loved' series, then third is 'Paddington'

Comfort Food - anything chocolate pretty much...& chips, sometimes cheese fries

Comfort Song - Photosynthesis-Sunwoo, Comfortable-Jacob, Birdcage-Jacob, Rubber Boots-Kevin, 604-Kevin...basically any of TBZ soundcloud music😌 i swear photosynthesis just makes my headaches disappear legit in seconds

Comfort Clothes - idk how to describe the shirts i wear all the time but sweats or leggings or any fuzzy pj pants

Comfort Book - i have 3(?) for this- Lions of Little Rock, bc it was how i became close friends w/ someone & is a great book + Fairyopolis: A Flower Fairies Journal + Rainbow Magic Fairy books these i loved growing up & still do, even have some still

Comfort Game - animal crossing: new horizons & minecraft💖

Songs i mentioned are below btw😊

Tagging: @twogyuu @bitchlessdino @huiranghaes @biaswreckingfics @leejungchans @momobani @februaryflowers-main

(if you wanna do it but aren’t tagged then consider yourself TAGGED / if u dont wanna then consider yourself UNTAGGED)

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

I somehow seemed to have forgotten the most obvious and important factor of photosynthetic humanoids (Vulcans)

They would breathe out oxygen and in CO2! Because that's an important part of how photosynthesis works!

Trees don't have lungs, I think they exchange the gasses through stomata (tiny leaf pores), but photosynthetic Vulcans are humanoid, the need (and have) lungs for more CO2 intake.

However, this could help explain their super-strength. If they can breath passively through their skin/foliage IN ADDITIoN to breathing normally, they constantly recieve much more CO2 than they actually need in order to be functional. So their blood is hyperoxygenated. Sorry, hypercarbonated. Frickin' soda pop boys over here.

Probably not really. Maple syrup isn't fizzy.

Anyway, WHAT IF THIS MEANS THEY CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER.

Think about it, could their foliage absorb CO2 from water? At the very least, they'd probabl--

Wait shit Vulcan is a desert planet.

I was going to say they could probably at least hold their breath longer than a human, and that if an individual started developing near water, and there were water-adapted flowering plants there, the alien bees could probably transmit that to the flowering acorn baby embryos, and it would get translated to their leaves having a secondary gill-like function, which would be REALLY cool.

The other thing is: if they primarily breathe in CO2 (and out Oxygen, and really mostly nitrogen for both but I mean functionally), how would they fare on a human ship? I've previously established solutions to all their sunlight needs, but human ships are designed primarily for humans, and while they could adapt a Vulcan's individual quarters to the proper air composition, it'd be a bit harder to adapt for most other areas.

Trees seem to fare alright, but also they don't have to take in enough energy to sustain movement and complex thought processes and all that fun stuff.

Having enough Vulcans onboard would probably conserve a lot of energy on Life Support functions, because Life Support would be more equalized towards both species, and then the humans and Vulcans would have a symbiotic relationship cycling the air from one species to another, without as much need for computerized air filters and stuff. The Vulcans would effectively be a walking airponics bay.

It gets a bit more difficult if you've only got the one, because Life Support would have to be optimized to suit the needs of the many, namely: humans. Maybe the output of CO2 from the humans would be enough, but maybe not. Maybe that's why they do meditation with so many candles! (Not really.) Hold on, googling something.

"When a candle burns, the hydrogen and carbon from the wax combine with the oxygen in the air to become carbon dioxide and water vapor." ~NY Times

Okay, GREAT. And they get more water!!

Solution: crank up the spooky awesomeness vibes to the max by surrounding Spock's station with old-fashioned candles. It's a bit underwhelming since he also needs more sunlight, so it can't really be dark and spooky and just candle-lit. Being surrounded by bright artificial lights sort of ruins it.

But you BET when they go to red alert and everything has to go dark? His lamps are suddenly dim red lights, primarily infared (which isn't the best for photosynthesis? But still has many benefits?) And suddenly the dozens of candles surrounding him are giving off ALL the best spooky vibes.

Imagine them hailing whoever's attacking them, and the assailants open up the video signal only to see a very dim bridge... And ONE VULCAN, LIT UP RED AND SURROUNDED BY CREEPY CANDLES, LOOKING MENACING AS F-CK

[hazyriverz]

im on a seafood diet, i see a split post, i reblog it! wait no uhh that doesnt make sense uhh i mean uhmm uhhhh PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS PHOTOSYNTHESIS