#Terra Venture

[nerdgatehobbit]

Here’s an establishing shot of Terra Venture from “The Blue Crush”.

#terra venture #prlg #power rangers #lost galaxy #power rangers lost galaxy #my screencap #in which there is a queue

[azureterra]

hi um. *drops this and runs away*

#tf2 #tf2 spy #terra scribbles #venture bros #[yea im tagging both] #[its monday pls dont kill me]

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

I refuse to get into Overwatch two. I simply refuse it.

Venture Though ...

But I can't. I won't. I Refuse.

...

GODDAMN VENTURE LOoKS SO FUCKING COOL.

LOOK AT THEM.

THEY LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN. I WANT THEM TO RAMBLE ABOUT ARTIFACTS UNTIL TO ME.

#also like. Big boots? Big Jacket? Can't-Lose personality? I bet they also got a fat ass. #not rwby #overwatch #sloane cameron #venture overwatch #I will stand my ground I will stand my ground I will stand my ground #BUT THEY SWIM THROUGH IT LIKE A SHARK. #Terra Firm? Looks unstable to me!

[kimberlyannharts]

Lost Galaxy really had one of the craziest premises in the franchise like. oh an unspecified amount of people in the late 90s got into a giant spaceship and just. left Earth. they fucking left. and the franchise never talked about it again

#text #except for the comics being like “oh Promethea will be Terra Venture someday” like.....thanks for that?

[biomic]

The Magna Defender's debut turned 25 today so I went back and watched the episode. I always found it funny that Leo was dumbstruck by how similar the sword wielding Magna Defender's fighting style was to his brother Mike, a famously non sword using man.

What makes it even funnier is that in the Gingaman version, the footage used of Ryouma noticing Bull Black's style was about him being astounded that it was nothing like his brother's.

two days late to this one but man... where does the time go...

lost galaxy's allowed to be a bit stupid because this arc changed the course of my life forever

#maybe mike was big into swords before joining terra venture. you don't know. #anonymous #asks #kendrix morgan died for our sins #power rangers for ts #super sentai for ts

[neomachine]

shots of carter and leo i wish were in trakkena's revenge

#power rangers #lightspeed rescue #lost galaxy #carter grayson #leo corbett #it should've been about them! #the original gogo v vs gingaman theme mapped perfectly onto it #fantasy powers vs. human science #leo WOULD have been as cocky as ryouma considering what he can do #and while carter is more reserved than matoi #he would've knocked it out of the park when advocating for how much they strive to protect people #what we could've had!!!! #not that pr would've done this back then but there would've been layers to that considering leo and the others fled to terra venture #while... well canonically carter and his team comprise the humans who stayed behind to endure the potential monster attacks #as does every other team- so the canon gets fuzzy there #could be the difference between angel grove and mariner bay as two cities with different histories #but do you see what i mean! the potential here specifically for them as pr characters! damn bruh #going back to my fanfic it's taken a billion years why not a billion more

[aleafyoddie]

Terra Hayashi! The protagonist of my manga series and first in a bloodline, Terra uses a staff as her primary weapon. With her strong willpower, Terra is forced onto a quest that takes her across the Heiwa region, changing the course of history forever.

#grovyle #pokemon #oc #furry #pokemonoc #sixfour #sixfoursventure #sixfour's venture #terra #terrahayashi #terra hayashi #female

[dawnled]

tag post #2 ( character tags ) !

#the keyblade's chosen hero of light - a precious friend that leads me home. / sora. #more than just a princess of heart - a shining light that guides me home. / kairi. #a keyblade master of light and dark - with strength to protect what matters. / riku. #a thief of body but not of mind - my heart you cannot conquer. / ansem. #i'm me and you're you - the same in body but different in heart and mind. / replica. #striving hard to become his own person - in body heart mind and soul. / roxas. #a bright fire of burning protection - not to be underestimated. / axel / lea. #more than the puppet they think you to be - you are your own person / xion. #more than the chains that bind you - more than the memories you've made. / naminé. #an oath sworn and a promise made - the strength to protect what matters. / terra. #kind and gentle like the ocean waves - but also terrifying like its depths. / aqua. #a joyous youth who shines so bright - as gentle and swift as the wind. / ventus. #the very embodiment of darkness - a form given all new meaning. / vanitas. #a guiding hand during darkest times - thank you for helping with my struggles. / mickey. #the darling queen of a kind mouse king - a ruler of power and Light. / minnie. #disney castle's court magician - with magical power unrivalled. / donald. #the captain of the royal knights - with a shield ever-protecting. / goofy. #the protector of sora's documented 'ventures - but also so much more. / data riku. #a digital copy of sora from his 'ventures - but with heart beyond the data. / data sora.

[tiredneutron]

Terrans

Humanity.

Listen well, for this is a tale of warning and of caution.

When humanity was first observed, many of the council thought they should be eradicated. A tumultuous and violent species who revelled in the destruction of their own kind. It was a close thing, but the council voted and humanity was allowed to develop - under the condition that none were to contact them until they were deemed ready.

Humanity never gave us the chance to do so.

They progressed their technology in timeframes yet unseen. They went from discovering electricity to landing on their own moon in a matter of decades - doing so with primitive technology, but it was a feat nonetheless.

From there they developed their own world - the space around their home planet Terra became a field of haphazard signals and messages, a bombardment of signals that interfered with our observational machinery. Due to this we weren’t ready when humanity ventured into the stars truly for the first time. They blasted themselves out of their atmosphere with controlled explosions of all things, their technology was nowhere near discovering antimatter coupling yet. Despite this they reached the edge of the quarantine zone within a matter of years, and we were discovered.

Despite our initial thoughts, humanity reacted very differently to us than expected. They didn’t wage wars on us, didn’t lay claim to our planets. They met us with unrestrained joy at finding others in the universe. They told us of their numerous attempts to reach out to us, and showed us some of their works of fiction that depicted how they imagined us (though they seemed to hide some others for reasons we couldn’t ascertain).

Humanity was welcomed into the stars, and they became commonplace. Their biology was baffling and their behaviour bizarre, but we accommodated them and they taught us how to work with them.

Centuries passed, and though the initial explorers were long gone, humanity had become a part of the council as low ranking members. Their species had become mostly peaceful, lowering their internal wars to less than skirmishes. Humanity’s violent and cruel nature seemed to have been tempered by the stars.

We were wrong.

From beyond the councils borders, beyond the observable space in the void, a threat appeared. They blasted through our sensors and demolished our border colonies in hours. Our intel on them was near zero due to the ferocity they annihilated our kin.

They reached the inner borders of the council, and the elder members prepared for a bitter battle. To our surprise, humanity asked to join the defence. They told us that their kin had settled on some of the border colonies, and that many had lost loved ones. We allowed humanity to join our last fight, even if we didn’t expect them to affect the battle.

We were wrong.

Many of my comrades who survived the battle have sleep terrors to this day. Not of the void settlers, but of the humans. The cruelty and viciousness we thought had disappeared from their culture came back with a vengeance. Who we had seen as scientists and farmers for centuries, comrades we had known for decades - they showed us that monsters don’t come from the void.

The void settlers never stood a chance. The council was barely able to get in formation before the battle was ended. If the void bringers tactics were ferocious, then the Terran’s were monstrous. For every ship they lost, every life they sacrificed, the void settlers lost a battalion, a planet’s worth of lives.

This loss brought the void settlers much shame and anger. They made a mistake that haunts me to this day. They used their speed to reach Terra before the council could relay to the humans the threat. Humanity watched as Terra split, as trillions of their families and non-fighting members were eradicated.

The fighting ceased. Humanity seemed to have frozen. Their fleets stopped dead in space and their communications went silent. Where humanity had been surrounded by wavelengths and frequencies that interfered with some technology still, the space around them became eerily silent, as though the death of the planet had killed even those off world.

The void settlers continued their attack on the council and disregarded Humanity. No need to worry about a broken opponent… Right?

They were wrong.

The Terran’s weren’t dead, or even broken. It was later revealed that the freeze had been due to grief. Humanity had lost its home world, but worse than that it had lost its peaceable citizens. The ones who should have been safe from the conflict.

All of humanity had watched, and all of humanity had grieved. But they were not broken.

The void settlers learnt this very soon.

Humanity descended on them in ways that made the last defence seem like a diplomatic discussion. We though we had seen the worst of humanity in our early observations. WE. WERE. WRONG.

Humanity has a saying “Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned”, but the council has adapted it: “The void hath no wrath like a Terran without a home”.

The void settlers were routed from every planet they had taken. They retreated to the void leaving behind their technology and supplies, not even taking the time to recover some of their teams. But the humans didn’t stop.

In a move that the council had forbidden for millennia, the humans flew into the void. The entirety of the Terran race disappeared into the blackness beyond space and wasn’t heard from for longer than we had known of them.

The council mourned their losses, but viewed their final act as something done out of the madness of their loss. The Terran’s were remembered as warriors, as fighters, but also as family. They became known to those of us who’d seen them fight as “The angels of Death”.

I never expected to see a Terran again, assumed that the void had devoured them and their destructive grief with them. But one day a vessel I was onboard, tasked with assessing possible colonies to rebuild in the border planets - it detected something.

The frequencies and wavelengths of data that had only ever been human in nature. They were coming from the void.

The council watched as humanity emerged unexpected for the second time.

The flagship docked with our observation vessel, and the leaders came aboard to see us. I vaguely recognised the captain. Their features so slightly similar to the grief driven warrior we’d watched descend into the void. We asked what had happened, and the captain responded with the most chilling visage I had seen since the first footage of the void settlers. Their baring of their teeth was savage and joyous. So similar to the expression we saw at first meeting, yet so distorted. In that moment I saw what could have happened if the Terran’s had waged war on us.

“We won.”

#humans are space orcs #space australia

[wordsinhaled]

if the walls were too thin, you would break right in

-

hob’s first thought when he finds out who his friend is turns out to be: why does dream of the endless look so bloody tired?

his second thought is: oh god, but i’ve dreamt about him.

hob purchases a new blanket for his flat that very week. he drapes it as casually as he can manage over the back of his couch, should dream ever decide to stop by and happen to fall asleep. it’s just thoughtful, isn’t it? never mind that morpheus has never put in an appearance at his flat before. you’re being presumptuous, hob gadling, he tells himself, even as he reads about the best lighting and environmental conditions to promote healthy sleep hygiene, and considers the practicality of switching out all the bulbs in his bedroom.

he does so much research on rest and relaxation that even his dreams start to take place in calmer settings—in five-star spas and tropical wellness retreats and infinitely-more-comfortable versions of his own bedroom. no matter that the real morpheus has never visited one of hob’s dreams, either. and certainly no matter that most of what goes on when hob does envision his own version of morpheus in such idyllic dreamscapes is decidedly far from any definition of rest, and he often wakes guilty and tangled in sweat-damp bedsheets the morning after.

hob is quite adept at convincing himself dream cannot possibly know about those dreams. for his sanity, he supposes.

then one night hob goes to sleep, and dream is there, the real one, in hob’s dream-bedroom, with the lamps turned down low and the essential oil diffuser humming quietly on the bedside table. except... this is a different room, hob realizes. the sheets on this bed are an indulgent sateen, dark and slightly shimmery, like a calm ocean on a moonless night. he thinks he smells the familiar sandalwood base note of his own cologne on the air, blending with something new... neroli, maybe, clean and a little bitter.

“hello, hob.”

dream sits on the edge of the bed, looking at him. there’s a knowledge in that look that reaches down even unto hob’s bones, and hob isn’t sure if the room is very warm, or if he’s just about to combust on the spot.

“fuck,” he says, eloquently.

dream arches one elegant eyebrow, gaze unwavering. “have you not dreamt of this?”

“well—” hob hedges. dares to venture a few steps further into the room. closer to the bed, to dream. “not of this, exactly.”

“i have borrowed nothing. i crafted this dream entirely myself, though i drew on a wish that i believed i sensed in you.” dream purses his lips. “to visit the dreams of a friend without invitation would be more than untoward,” he says, as though reminding hob of an obvious fact.

it seems to hob that he’s on the verge of stepping off of a cliff, a high tightrope, a gangplank. far below him lies terra incognita—treacherous rocks—an abyss—churning waves that will pull him under. the electrifying potential of dream’s full regard tempts him forward. to a fault, hob knows he’s never been able to resist plummeting toward it.

“and do you,” he swallows, his throat abruptly dry, “often conjure up dreams of... romantic bedchambers, then? for your friends?”  

“no,” dream says.  

the simplest of answers, and the exact one he’d been angling at with his question, yet hob still feels dumbstruck by it, his pulse loud and quick in his ears. is this real? no, his mind supplies helpfully, this is a dream.

in a dream, anything can happen.

but hob must stay silent a beat too long, or perhaps time moves differently here. in the space of the next second, dream rises from the bed, flowing to his feet with pantherine grace and coalescing into a long, dark shape at the footboard. “if i sensed wrong...”

is dream about to... how had he put it in 1889? take his leave of hob’s subconscious? hob doesn’t think he could possibly stand it now, here, with all that he longs for near enough to have at last, and without even the recourse of a damp london street to follow dream out to. or maybe the nightmare of those regret-steeped cobblestones lies eternally in wait for hob, just beyond the door of this liminal bedroom.

hob resolves, then and there, that he refuses to find out.

in the dreaming, it’s a matter of one particularly pointed thought for hob to find himself standing in front of dream, near enough to touch, and this time he does what he could never bring himself to do before: he reaches out, carefully, and takes dream’s clenched hands in his—hands as soft as hob has ever thought they might be.

“don’t go,” hob says. “or wouldn’t you like to know how right you were?”

for an eternity dream stares at him, unblinking. hob stares back for another one, determined to wait him out. it works: dream must see something in hob’s face that satisfies him, because he relaxes, by degrees. first his fists uncurl in hob’s grasp; then the taut line of his body unspools; finally, his features shed the last of their tension, and hob sees, once again, the same dream who had settled into the rickety chair across from his at the new inn and said, you may call me dream of the endless...

“i am all eagerness,” dream agrees, low and suddenly quite close, and startlingly earnest.

hob slants a smile at his maddening ancient friend, so long coveted that it’s all hob can do to breathe through the sweet ache of it. “i’d like to kiss you now,” hob says, “if you’d have me.”

“oh, hob gadling.” the way dream looks at him, the plain heat of it, catches in hob’s chest like a flame consuming kindling. “i would have you.”

the moment they kiss, hob thinks he sees, with startling clarity, why dream has been warning him off, all these centuries. hob understands the reason in his marrow, like some primordial truth: there can be no returning from this. no unknowing what dream’s mouth feels like pressed to his, scalding as a brand. no forgetting the single-mindedness of dream’s touch. it’s like hob’s universe shifts, tilts on some new axis, swims a little bit at the edges, and comes back into focus differently.

dream makes a small knowing sound before he draws back, leaving hob inexplicably bereft, as though a part of himself goes missing now whenever their lips don’t touch.

“god, you feel—” like a dream, hob almost says, and the thought makes him huff out a laugh, breathless in disbelief. dream’s eyes are blue no longer but dark, soft with a wash of mirthful stars, bursting with galaxies. fathomless. “—like nothing i could imagine.” and like everything.

“i might say the same of you,” dream murmurs. his voice vibrates through hob, thrums and settles down warm in hob’s belly. there is a flush high on dream’s cheeks, now—a flush, hob thinks with wonder, that he put there; a tell his friend lets him see. it makes dream look almost renewed. hob thinks of the new blanket draped over his couch, back in the waking world. pictures morpheus there in his living room, wrapped up in the blanket, sleep-tousled and well-kissed and lordly as ever.  

then the dreamscape begins to shiver and shudder, to splinter apart into indistinct motes and fragments. the bed, the walls, the floor all fall away into swathes of stardust, until the most solid thing left to hob’s eyes and in his arms is dream. hob tenses. “what’s happening?”

dream smiles, just barely. almost rueful. “you are waking.”

hob understands, then, another truth: it’s going to be a task to drag himself away from this to his black coffee, to his regular tuesday routine. life is always presenting him with new resplendent joys—but how is he to be parted from this one? morpheus twines his long fingers into hob’s hair, clasps the nape of hob’s neck in his cool palms like hob is something precious to him, like he can hold him here a moment longer.

maybe he can, hob’s king of dreams.

"dream,” hob says, willing the insistent tug of consciousness away with all the considerable obstinacy he possesses. “if i’m to wait another hundred years—”

and then hob is in his bed—his actual bed—blinking away the bright mid-morning sun filtering through the curtains, his next words sticking in his throat unspoken. hob turns his face into his pillow, utterly disoriented, and finds the faint scent of neroli lingering there like a gift. the sense-memory is instant, jolting through him, pinning him there in his sheets, relentless as dream himself.

kiss me again, he’d been about to say, a hundred times. a thousand.

#the sandman #dreamling #this is not showing in the tags so i'm trying to repost and see if it will appear -_-

[hive-sight]

Changes and Diets 1

Greetings Sentients. Since settling among the debris, Lumina, this one’s assigned Thalorix ambassador, has started venturing out of their designated chambers. From the time of leaving Xylopthia, Lumina has only been seen out of their chambers for mealtimes.

More surprisingly, Lumina has begun to enter the research deck. They appear to have a passing interest in the culture of the Terrans. This one will attach a transcript of one of Lumina’s inquiries with physical descriptors.

--Transcript Start—

Elysia:        Fascinating…

Lumina:      *Walks up from behind Elysia* What is?

Elysia:        *Startles* Oh! Lumina… This one was just analyzing the small groups the Terran’s divide themselves into. It appears that many Terrans will group together in order to raise their young!

Lumina:      *Leans forward, focusing intently upon the view screen. One of the digits from their primary limb indicates toward the image* This is one of their young?

Elysia:        *Dips their antennae* It is, yes.

Lumina:      It is so… small. *Moves their digit to a different individual* What of this one? They look different from the other three.

Elysia:        *Dips their antennae once more* That is one of their females. Terrans appear to be highly sexually dimorphic.

Lumina:      This one, what are their roles?

Elysia:        Her.

Lumina:      *Looks towards Elysia* Apologies?

Elysia:        While some Terrans use the terms, “They/Them/Their,” it is not typical. Those are regularly known as plural pronouns to Terrans. This one, *Elysia gestures to the Terran* uses the singular female pronouns “She/Her,” as an expression of identity.

Lumina:      She/Her...

--Transcript End--

Since this interaction, Lumina has become a staple of the research deck. Regularly they will read page after page of Terran culture. This has been a relief, as this has freed some of this one’s time to begin looking into other aspects of Terra.

This one has begun looking into the dietary habits of the Terrans. It is important to know what sustenance is available on Terra prior to attempting first contact. One could only imagine the devastation if none of the foodstuffs were compatible with our digestive tracks.

There was a surprising revelation to come from this. Terrans were omnivores. A Terran can, with little preparation, just as easily consume and digest meat as they can plants. This is in stark contrast to the diets of the Xylokthians. We subsist, largely, on glucose and water.

This one had a moment of disappointment, thinking that Terran foods would be incompatible with this one’s species. At least, this one was worried, until the discovery that Terrans are absolutely addicted to sugars.

Terrans add sugar to just about every item in their diet. They add sugar into their drinks. Terrans have crafted a drink that contains, in 12 ounces, more than the amount of sugar needed per day for a human to survive.

They have named this drink “Coca-Cola,” and this one truly wishes to try it.

Considering starting first contact early on this, TD 7th of June, 2030, XD 4682C 4A 19L, this is Elysia of Xylopthia, signing off.

#hfy #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #humans are space orcs #haso #humans are space oddities #HiveSight #alien blog #xenobiology #speculative biology #PoT 008 #Perspective on Terra #aliens #space australia #Xenobiology #posted 7/28/23 #By the Queen #I wonder how it tastes #Lumina of Xylopthia #Elysia of Xylopthia #Xylokthians #Terrans

[shuttershocky]

I see conversations about people being tired of fantasy works having fantasy racism bc other than often not being handled well, the presence of it implies there is a valid reason for it kinda like how ogres are often treated as pure evil. Thinking about Arknights, I think Oripathy manages to avoid the issues? Systemic prejudices against the infected like classism, ableism, & they make statements with it all & have nuance, it's not just racism for the sake of it but real + complex issues in Terra

I understand your point but Arknights very much does have fantasy racism with the Sarkaz. It takes a backseat to general oripathy discrimination and hidden by the fact that plenty of the main cast is Sarkaz, but you have lines from Meteorite for example stating her surprise that Rhodes Island hired Sarkaz like her in public-facing jobs.

I do like though how Arknights handles the topic of racism towards the Sarkaz. They're shown to actually be a hugely diverse group of people, they're the minds behind the whole Rhodes Island project (Theresa, Closure, and Warfarin are all Sarkaz), and the "reason" for their discrimination isn't because they have superpowers (fucking everyone does) or otherwise are naturally dangerous, it's because they are simply different (everyone else represents an animal, while a Sarkaz is a mythological monster).

Fantasy racism is often eyerolling because it's usually like "In this world the race called Normies are discriminatory towards The Exploders, a race that eats the brains of passerby and then explode. However, when this Normie cop finds a ten year old Exploder lost in his backyard, they will go on an adventure to break down the walls of society, and hopefully not explode."

Arknights explores the topic of the Sarkaz with some nuance, and the careful explanation that the reasons they continue to be discriminated against today came about BECAUSE of their oppression. They are often mercenaries and hired muscle, because there are no other jobs for them. Many are depressed, cynical, and violent from living such a hard life where their lives are seen as expendable, further enforcing the stereotype of Sarkaz as a race of warmongers. Their only land to call their own was ravaged by foreign invasions and then by a civil war.

Even Buldrokkas'tee's entire backstory was about Sarkaz oppression. During Theresa's reign over Kazdel he brought his clan with him to Ursus seeking a better life for them (keep in mind Vigilo called Theresa a great war hero, implying her reign or the leadup to it was marked by war with other nations), and when they arrived in Ursus they were thrown to the frontline of a demonic invasion, made to fight horrifying and inhuman monsters to prove they were worthy of Ursus. It's almost understandable why Buldrokkas'tee sternly told his son not to rock the boat, not to protest the Ursus government's treatment of the infected: they had already fought so hard and sacrificed so much just to get here, just to be citizens.

It's also why Rhodes Island as a creation of a Sarkaz venture is important to the games' themes. Almost every single nation in Terra is a complete dystopian nightmare and yet from the most beaten, oppressed, and discriminated people comes a genuine effort to Make Things Better. Not only does RI reject the status quo of status and power by being a community effort where everyone works according to what they can do and is given according to what they need, they're also the most advanced Oripathy research institute on the planet because of the Sarkaz's own long intertwined history with the disease.

It's a fantasy, in a way. "Yeah you all treated us like garbage but we'll save you anyway while saving ourselves, fuck it. This pandemic will kill us all if we don't."

#arknights

[cliozaur]

It's amusing how Hugo portrays the sewers as a terra incognita, implying that the sewer system somehow emerged naturally and remained unknown until 1805 (but he will write about the history of sewers in the next chapters).

He provides such a detailed description of the filth inundation of 1802 that I immediately wanted to see how it correlates with the map of Paris (there are many good maps available of the Paris sewer system). Then there's the intricate description of sewer openings from which various pestilences were believed to spread. And when I read this "The popular imagination seasoned the sombre Parisian sink with some indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite," it reminded me of the Infinite from the convent digression, and I couldn't help but start giggling.

And now, a man ironically named Bruneseau is about to venture into the sewers. I'm intrigued.

#les mis letters #lm 5.2.3 #les miserables #sewers digression

[randomrabbidramblings]

The M+R idea I had saved in my drafts dated January 2023! (best title ever, lol)

So, the thing goes like this:

We're in Sparks of Hope, the Heroes finally reach Terra Flora with the intention to rescue yet another Darkmess-infested planet. The inhabitants lead them to the Everbloom Tree, where the Warden reside. Beep-0 remarks on the spookiness of the dying tree's entrance and the Heroes venture in with no one to welcome them.

Inside the tree there's complete silence. No background music, nothing.

The Heroes begin the climb to reach the top of the Tree, but after a few floors they start to hear something. A music. Someone far is singing. It's too far to hear who could they be or what are they saying, so the Heroes move on.

After a few other floors the music and the voice become more clear. Or better the voices. You can make out two of them.

The climb is almost over, the music is very loud at this point and Beep-0 swears one of the voices is oddly familiar...

One final step and...

Phantom is face to face with the Heroes (or better with Mario, lol). He doesn’t seem surprised, after all he’s in the Warden’s home, he’s just very annoyed that Mario is there.

Cue the musical number! A duet where Bea tries to convince the Phantom Mario is a good guy and tries to make him apologize for that time in Spooky Trails, at wich he reclutantly does so, but not before sliding in another petty insult for our dear plumber.

I originally wrote this jusr because I really wanted a musical number in the main game, lol. Also, in the original post I didn't specify if this implied these two were still together or if Phantom was just there to record an album with Bea (I don't remember it). One thing for sure is: the Galactovision accident didn't happen in this universe, lol.

#rabbid #mario + rabbids #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario+rabbids #sparks of hope #rabbid phantom #phantom of the bwahpera #tom phan #rabbid bea #my art #my rambles

[yairosakaki]

MAGICAL Order ✩ RikaPure (MAGICAL秩序✩リカピュア) Rough TL

As said in the title, this is a rough translation of Rikai’s 2nd break song (rough being I haven’t had this proofread, and am a beginner at translating). I don’t usually translate songs, so the wording might be awkward, and may contain inaccuracies.

TL Notes;

- Rikai uses the word 煩悩 (bonnō) which is basically a term for negative emotion. It’s from buddhism and it refers to the 5 earthly desires (those being greed, anger, foolishness, arrogance, and doubt from what I’ve searched up) I just write it as ‘earthly desire’ though.

- Hyu Hyuu (ヒュヒュー) is an onomatopeia of whistling. I believe it’s supposed to be a whistle of encouragement here. I might be wrong, though.

- ‘Raison d’être’ means ‘reason for existence’.

- Fumiya’s line ‘It’s all about Rikai/Understanding’ holds a double meaning, since Rikai’s kanji for his name also means ‘Understanding’.

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Unwavering Purity! RikaPure of Order!

MAGICAL✩RikaPure! (So sparkly!)

Retaliating against earthly desires!

RikaPure of Order! (Feeling giddy!)

Justice Boy! (YAY!)

A gem of incorruptibility

Protecting mankind is what the Gods will me to do

The evolution of a pure-hearted boy (WOW!)

into a magic-user (Transform!)

Chosen as the moral leader

To all fools (PP!) You can awaken (PP!)

Give me all of your love! (Woooo!)

Harmony protected by justice and law

Makes the world burst into happiness with a smile (Happy!)

To the immoral evil that runs rampant in this world

I will deliver a crushing blow on it myself

Charge up my fighting power!

RikaPure of Order! (Let’s go, Let’s go!)

Miracle Boy

It is okay that I am shunned (Yes!)

This is my own path

Slashing insolence in two with only one stroke (GO!)

Superior Heavenly Punishment! (Put your whole heart in it!)

The descending leader of purity is here

Those with immoral desires (Hyu Hyuu) will be burnt down (Hyu Hyuu)

And become a scorching hell-fire (Good luck!!)

A melody united by intelligence and courage

Holds a sacred ground where rhythm is undisturbed (We are!)

Judging insincerity, punishing indiscretion

And purging disorder

Is my unbeatable raison d’être

How stunning! (Terra)

The finest-quality sexy~

We’re counting on you!

We’ve got your back!

I’ll follow your lead!

It’s all about Rikai/Understanding.

Let us proceed and venture after the other side of the rainbow

Aim at the ultimate cosmos, the place of vows

Harmony protected by justice and law

Makes the world burst into happiness with a smile (Happy!)

Stick through one path of truth and sincerity

And we can all be friends

Charge up my fighting power! (Wooo yeah!)

MAGICAL✩RikaPure! (So sparkly!)

Retaliating against earthly desires!

RikaPure of Order! (Feeling giddy!)

Justice Boy! (YAY!)

Righteousness reigns… supreme!

#charisma house #rough translation #please feel free to correct me #rikai kusanagi #this was made because a friend asked me to tl it for them but why not post it

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Abbattere e seppellire alberi per fermare il cambiamento climatico: l’idea di una startup sostenuta da Bill Gates

Un anno fa Merritt Jenkins si è trasferito da Boston a Twain Harte, in California, ai piedi della Sierra Nevada. Un mattiino si dirige verso un bosco di dieci acri nella Stanislaus National Forest. Qui la sua startup, Kodama Systems, sta perfezionando la sua macchina per la raccolta del legname, che pesa 17 tonnellate ed è lunga 7metri e mezzo. I taglialegna usano macchine del genere, per prendere tonnellate di alberi tagliati e detriti e trascinarle fuori dal bosco. La versione di Kodama è progettata per svolgere questo compito anche di notte, con meno persone, grazie a connessioni satellitari e camere avanzate a lidar (light detection and raging), le stesse utilizzate sulle auto a guida autonoma, per monitorare il lavoro da remoto. Non è facile. “Gli alberi hanno molte texture diverse”, dice Jenkins, 35 anni. “Ogni 3 metri il cammino è leggermente diverso”. Ma tagliare legna nell’oscurità non è la parte più intrigante dei programmi di Kodama, che ha raccolto 6,6 milioni di $ di finanziamenti dalla Breakthrough Energy di Bill Gates e da altri. Dopo avere tagliato gli alberi, Jenkins vuole seppellirli per contribuire a rallentare il cambiamento climatico e raccogliere compensazioni di carbonio che potrà poi vendere (e forse, un giorno, anche crediti d’imposta). L'idea è quella di piantare alberi per assorbire la CO2 dall’aria e poi vendere i crediti alle aziende, ai proprietari di jet privati o a chiunque altro abbia bisogno o voglia compensare le sue emissioni. Gli scienziati, però, sostengono che anche seppellirli possa ridurre il riscaldamento globale. Soprattutto nel caso di alberi che finirebbero altrimenti per bruciare o decomporsi, disperdendo nell’aria il carbonio che hanno immagazzinato. I giganteschi incendi divampati in California nel 2020 hanno evidenziato i rischi per l’aria, le proprietà e la vita posti dalle foreste troppo estese. “I cieli arancioni di San Francisco hanno rappresentato un punto di svolta”, afferma Jimmy Voorhis, head of biomass utilization and policy di Kodama. “Ora queste storie hanno un’eco diversa. L’allarme suona ancora più forte quest’anno, dopo che gli incendi in Canada hanno messo a rischio l’aria di New York, Washington e Chicago. Per affrontare il problema, lo Us Forest Service intende tagliare 70 milioni di acri delle foreste occidentali, soprattutto in California, nei prossimi 10 anni. In questo modo estrarrà più di un miliardo di tonnellate di biomassa secca. È consuetudine, dopo un disboscamento del genere, che i tronchi di dimensioni tali da essere di interesse commerciale finiscano alle segherie, mentre il resto viene in gran parte accatastato e bruciato in condizioni controllate. Kodama, invece, vuole seppellire gli avanzi in vasche di terra progettate per mantenere condizioni asciutte e senza ossigeno e proteggere il legno dalla putrefazione o dalla combustione. Oltre ai fondi raccolti da venture capital, Kodama ha già ricevuto sovvenzioni per 1,1 milioni di dollari dall’agenzia californiana che si occupa degli incendi boschivi. Altri si sono già impegnati ad acquistare i crediti di carbonio legati alle prime 400 tonnellate di alberi seppellite. Sul mercato, quei crediti dovrebbero fruttare 200 $ a tonnellata. Kodama conta di arrivare ad abbattere e seppellire più di 5000 tonnellate di alberi all’anno. L’idea di seppellire gli alberi sembra semplice e poco tecnologica, soprattutto se paragonata alle complesse tecnologie per la cattura del carbonio che vengono sviluppate per estrarre la CO2 dall’aria. Grazie all’Inflation Reduction Act approvato dai DEM nel 2022, società come Occidental Petroleum ed ExxonMobil potrebbero beneficiare di 85 $ di crediti d’imposta per ogni tonnellata di CO2 se riusciranno a perfezionare i sistemi per aspirare il gas direttamente dall’aria e trasferirlo tramite condutture, per poi iniettarlo nel sottosuolo. La legge incentiva alcuni di questi progetti con crediti d’imposta pari al 30% o più del capitale iniziale investito.

https://forbes.it/2023/08/04/kodama-systems-startup-abbatte-alberi-salvare-clima/

Non ho parole per commentare, se non che basta piantare nuovi alberi. Ma evidente non rende così tanto

https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.aax0848