#transect

[cnu-newurbanism]

Great Idea 18: The rural-to-urban Transect

The New Urbanism brought the environmental transect methodology into planning and development of human-scale, complete communities. Now the human habitat can be analyzed as a continuum with the natural world. Read more.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Figure 9.25 illustrates this pattern in a transect across Australia.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[zarnzarn]

Octavia.

I have to get her, Stolas thinks, as the liquid drips off his face. She has never faced Stella's cruelty. I have to go-

Blitz yells at the janitor over his shoulder and Stolas opens his eyes- was the world always this colorful? He doesn't remember the days before he lost his sight to the stars- to brush aside the humiliation and get to his feet.

"No, it's fine, Blitz," He says, turning around. After a pause, "I'm okay."

He's alive, at any rate. Miserable and terrified and humiliated once more and-

At least he's alive.

"Look, let's get you home, alright?" Blitz coaxes, holding out a hand. Another shiver runs through him at the words, lump forming in his throat.

"I-" He nearly chokes on it, but- "I have no home."

He needs to find a way to get Octavia- but his books. His plants, his crystals, his telescopes. "Everything I have is gone."

Stolas nearly collapses to the floor at the enormity of it as it presses down on his shoulders, but warm claws grab both his hands and steady him at the last moment, steady and familiar.

"Look, come with me, alright?" Blitz's voice is firm and steady, allowing no arguments. "Let's get you out of here, 'n you'll need a place to stay for a bit."

Stolas lets himself be led out, shaking. Blitz is warm by his side, rubbing at his thighs and arms in comfort, tail curled around his feet protectively as they walk.

He dissociates as the others leave, following the touch on his thighs blindly as he's guided through the streets. Something in him flickers briefly when Blitz pulls him closer protectively once things start getting thrown around in celebration, some quiet part of him thrilling at the protective touch, but it's gone again quickly like ash in the wind.

He stumbles through the too-small building, falling into familiar pliancy as Blitz guides and pulls him along; uncurling a little when they pass all the rat-bitten hallways and suspicious stains to a flat with warm lights- Blitz's home.

He stares around at the smattering of photos on the wall; eyes flicking over the people and places- then yelps when he walks into the ceiling fan, screwing it back on before it can fall.

Right. Homes for imps and hellhounds.

He looks back and then suddenly wishes he hadn't, as Loona bends down to hug Blitz, tails curling around each other as they grip on tight.

"-Love you, dad," She says and Octavia-

He comes to staring at bathroom tiles.

Octavia. He's lost his owlet. His daughter.

"-You back, birdie?" Blitz murmurs behind him. The bathwater is warm. "Hey. Stolas. Don't worry, baby, everything will be alright."

A trill escapes him instead of words, a self-soothing habit he never escaped.

"Yeah, I know," Blitz says, quiet and warm. Stolas' life has ended, but he cannot help but curl into the warmth. He has starved in the cold for so long. "I know. Don't worry right now. Just- your body's been put through the ringer, you need to rest."

Stolas flinches as the soap runs over his arm and Blitz hisses in worry, parting the feathers to look at the ugly woundscar there. He grabs Stolas' hand and gently closes his talons over it to cover it from the soap, and continues running the sponge over his body like he used to.

Is this pity? He wants to ask. Is this only because I saved you? Do you even like me otherwise?

"Here we go," Blitz soothes, and Stolas trills again, melting against his will at the familiar words- he'd thought he'd never feel them again, the gentle way he was handled after all the roughness, coaxed to relax like he was a wild thing, aftercare. He'd always loved the aftercare. And Blitz had always been- Stolas had mistaken everything between them solely because of how good the other had been at it, at treating Stolas with softness. "Here we go."

He likes the term 'we'. Like they were taking care of Stolas together.

"Some nice agua," Blitz says behind him, then tenses as the door creaks open. He doesn't see what happens, too busy considering the water before him.

Octavia.

"WHOA! Try not to inhale the water!" Blitz shouts as he pulls Stolas out hurriedly, shooting him a brief smile and setting clothes down, before moving back out. The door opens again and Stolas can see the worry radiating in the reflection of the tiles, the quiet knowing of what Stolas was going to do if left alone. "Yeah, try not inhaling the water."

The door doesn't shut again.

Stolas sighs, sitting in the lukewarm water. His eyes wander over to the sweater and somehow, with all his strength, he pushes himself up.

Blitz smiles sadly at him when he stumbles out of the bathroom, muscles loose and uncoordinated. His ex-lover takes Stolas by the hands and carefully holds him as he loses the last of his strength and collapses onto the incredibly comfortable couch, eyelids pulling closed already.

They murmur to each other- "Always," Stolas promises, no matter where it leads him, no matter what Blitz says in reply- and welcomes the bliss of darkness.

It has been a terrible day. It will be a terrible year. He must go get Octavia as soon as he can.

But Stolas cannot help but bask in the embrace as it curls around him like claws in his headfeathers and a kiss on the cheek- and cannot regret any of it, as long as he is warm.

[shalomniscient]

man. why’d they give feixiao such a sad backstory now what gets me going isn’t brainrotting some crazy wild intense kinky fucking but sex so soft and sweet it makes your teeth rot

[chiefatticcreator]

(For Jessica Rabbit) Nice singing out there, drinks on me.-Hanako

(twitter link)

"It's always a pleasure to chat with a fan~" Jessica smiled at Hanako, nodding when she sat next t oher, giving her a good view of Jessica's body.

[spiderben2011]

(For Hikari) Oh, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel-wait, Hikari!?-Conner Cage

Hikari turned to see it was Conner, who she didn't expect to see down here. "Oh shit, Conner? Damn. You're in hell? I didn't expect to see you down here. You must have done some crazy sinful shit to get down here."

@multi-muse-transect

[stripclub-elysium]

Trapped (Closed RP with @multi-muse-transect)

"The Door is open Miss Croft" Phillip shouts at the Water where the famous archeologist Lara Croft just now pulled a switch while Phillip pulled another to keep the door open... a mechanism that requires 2 people... that's why she has requested his help in this adventure.

He waited for Lara to reamurged from the water and noticed her lacking pants now. "Oh erm... what happened to your pants?"

[under-eden]

Blue Horizon (Closed RP)

@multi-muse-transect

Rieri Bishop and her subordinate Naomi Evans had been chosen to take part in an experiment to test a new AI designed by the Space Federation that could pilot and maintain a ship by itself without any human aid. It went by the name of Cortana and so far, their voyage amongst the stars had gone smoothly for the past month. Naomi Evans had finished putting together a maintenance report and was about to enter Bishop's room when she heard what sounded like moaning inside.

"C-Commander Bishop?" Naomi knocked on the door. "Rieri?"

[esoanem]

The two words in question being:

Transection (from trans and sexus) a turning or passing from one sex to another. Dr. Br.

Transfeminate (from trans and foemina) to turn from wo∣man to man, or from one sex to another. Dr. Br.

And here's a link to the full text from the University of Michigan as verification

I assume these are originally in reference to mythological occurrences (like Tiresias), but still neat to see words so similar to our modern terms attested so early (and we can totally bring back transfeminate for undergoing a transfem transition)

[rpking99]

After The Show

Closed with @multi-muse-transect

Continued from here

“Hmm…I’d like to.” Chloe Price smirked while she gave soft kisses against the redhead’s back while her girlfriend, Max Caulfield, smirked while watching. The blue haired punk begins rubbing Jessica’s breasts fondling them.

"Mmm. I don't know what I did to deserve the two of you, but I am deeply glad my girls enjoyed the show~" Jessica moaned as she rocked her body back and forth between Chloe and Max

The red head deeply enjoying their sinful touches

[the27percent]

@multi-muse-transect - for Rin

In Atieno's travels among these galaxies, they have a way of running into all sorts of outliers and outsiders. Those that could not belong, that dropped out of so many organizations and groups. Those with fearsome reputations for a multitude of reasons - some well-earned, some misfounded - all resulting in some kind of isolation.

They couldn't help but genuinely feel intrigued by such individuals - and maybe, maybe there was a tinge of understanding they could share if it came down to it.

But they didn't know if that was possible without speaking to anyone - which is why they were out taking a small rest near an older outpost. They could hear the muffled noise of activity within the building - but the sound of footsteps getting closer to them had Atieno look up cautiously.

"... You passing through as well?" It's a simple question, a tentative curiosity they felt upon seeing her armor.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The predicted relative rates of primary productivity of C3 and C4 grasses along a latitudinal transect in the Great Plains of North America from southern Texas in the United States to Manitoba in Canada are shown in Figure 9.17.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[a-hazbin-spider]

“So how does this hotel work? Is it like some Silent Hill stuff where I face the monsters of my past in the rooms?”-Pix, the grandson of Vox, said as he nervously looked around.

“Hah? Like wha..?” That doesn’t matter, he decides, even Pix repeating this wouldn’t do too much to help him. But he can roll with that description, maybe mess around a little.

“Oh yeah, totally. Before I was allowed a bed in here, I like, had to fight my Pops with his own brass knuckles, and pet a nippy donkey.” Clearly very ridiculous. But his delivery was given without a hitch!

[meg-noel-art]

We all know if Cait and Vi had a son, his name would be Vander Kiramman.

Oh Vander ;-; beloved 💔

That would be a very sweet gesture and I can totally see Vi making that acknowledgment Vander as her own father figure.

That said I am absolutely TIED to the pattern of hard 'C' names for their potential kids 😭

We don't know any of Caitlyn’s other relatives names, but Cassandra followed by Caitlyn gives us a pattern that is rotting my brain.

So I offer you a list of other boy names for funsies!

...Connol

Cade

Carter

Calvin

Clayton

Cassius

Colin

Caspian

(Talk to me all day about fankids tho bro I'll go off, I'll yap) ty for the ask!!

@foibles-fables for immediately spamming me with boy names ❤️

[alukardtheabysswalker]

Imagine the reason why there are no other heroes in the MAWS universe is every hero is going through the same thing like Clark at the same time and that includes being possessed by the main villain. Now imagine Brainiac Clark arguing with an Ares possessed Diana, Parallax possessed Hal and Scarecrow possessed Bruce on who gets to destroy the world first.

There's an incredible opportunity here to reference the JLU scene where Lex take's Wally's body (I'd rather start with Barry but you get me) and do the whole "I have no idea who this is" again

[morningstar-the-heir-herself]

“So is his hotel like some psychological supernatural place where I gotta face my past?” Pix asked. His grandfather Vox sent him here to represent VoxTech while he looked around. “Cause you know…redeeming sinners and all.”

"What? No! Well...there are supernatural elements given some of the resident's abilities, but...not in a psychological horror kind of way?" It was the first time she heard the hotel being described as such. Which...wasn't technically wrong considering the elements mentioned. But she still wanted to explain the difference.

"It's all about choice! Circumstances aren't always ideal, but a person's character is what defines them and it's not a set thing! Change is possible! We do exercises and situational training to help bring out the better in everyone! It can get psychological and we may look for underlining causes but how much you want to go through, how much you can handle at any given time, is all your choice!"