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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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some times i see people talking about the Earth and climate change saying things like "now i know it is difficult to deal with utter hopelessness, terror, and visiting the thoughts of death"

and it's like wow I am so deeply sorry about the suffering. but...concern. Concern. Tell me, am I missing something important? Why do I feel a sense of hope for our planet? Am I a lonely fool? Have I been consumed by naïveté and misguided optimism?

That would be weird. It feels weird. It feels like I would be well suited to despair. My natural temperament is Mortal Terror making my body crushed for a thousand years at the bottom of the deepest trenches of the ocean. I've thought before "I can't live any more. This exceeds the tensile strength of the human spirit."

And then? After irreversible catastrophic failure of the soul, there is...what?

We try to imagine the future where we fight to save our home and it is very painful. The resistance feels so small and the machine of death feels so vast. But something's missing.

Everyone else is missing—the plants, trees, bugs, beasts, and creatures. Hello? Are the other humans seeing this? Nature wants you to know that she is not a princess in a tower. Look! Look at the chaos moving through every cell! Iterating! Adapting! Becoming! Thriving! Watch the pollinators tirelessly at work, observe the mycorrhizal network in the forest floor distributing the rich fruits of decay and photosynthesis for every inhabitant! Pay attention! We belong here too. They feed and shelter us, give us the very air we breathe, and in return we plant and propagate, cull, thin, and burn, shape, trample, till, shepherd and sprout seeds. Our species can look toward the future, to the world of our descendants. We can call every plant and animal by name and teach our children to use and care for them responsibly. We can feel this anger, pain, and grief on behalf of the family of Life, OUR family, and we can love the smallest beetle and the humblest moss.

Look at it! This thing is nothing like me, it does not benefit me, it has no use or purpose for me, but LOOK at it! Look at its intricate structure! Look at the marvelousness of its behaviors and biological functions! Look at its uniqueness throughout the whole universe! Look at it, and see its infinite value!

I saved a baby tree from the scorching hot gravel of a parking lot. I watched it grow and thrive in the hands of its caretaker. Many more followed, trees and herbs and flowers, rescued and carefully placed in cups and old tubs that once held yogurt and sour cream. This is so strange, I thought. They're everywhere, offering themselves for free, and no one thinks to take them. Everyone thinks transplanting a tree is hard and that nothing grows on the edge of the pavement but weeds. But it's so easy??? This is weird. Plant Nurseries Hate Her: Get Free Plants With This One Weird Trick.

I protected an old barren garden patch where nothing had thrived from being mowed and weed-whacked, and transplanted little plants that I found. I marveled at the bees that came. Chicory bloomed, then asters and goldenrod. I shed actual tears over a spicebush swallowtail. I ordered some milkweed from the internet, and the monarchs came for them. Less then twenty-five bucks for a divine experience like this. Wow, everyone else really needs to know!

I started volunteering at a nature center, and was allowed to transplant flowers where they sprouted in inopportune locations. I collected tons of seeds all fall and winter long.

There is much, much more, all of it bigger than I ever would have imagined. But this spring there were more birds, in number and in species, than I'd ever seen in my back yard before. Chickadees, swallows, finches, nuthatches, jays, cardinals, warblers, sparrows, woodpeckers of every kind...I remembered just a couple years prior when all I ever saw out there was a couple grackles or starlings or robins, with the occasional sparrow. Those birds come in flocks rather than couples now. And then the bumblebee arrived. An American bumblebee, endangered now, a queen. For a few days she was always out there, would fly out and buzz around me when I came out to tend to my now-innumerable plants. It's nesting time for them. She chose this place I was creating. She saw that this place would take care of her.

A week ago, I discovered wild strawberries growing in my Mamaw's driveway. I found lyreleaf sage growing beside a gravel road. I've become a master of transplanting; I took several of each home. Yesterday, I saw a tiny, metallic blue bee, an Osmia mason bee. Today, I saw an oriole and a strange, very fancy fly. I see something new almost every day. Every day I am being irreversibly changed as a person. How did I ever fail to see how much this matters?

I said I feel hope...do I feel it? I don't think it's a feeling, I think it's a practice. It's being part of our communities and our ecosystems. Nature's interconnectedness is both reality and example: to survive, we take care of one another. And when one member of the community helps another thrive, it creates a cascade that increases the thriving of all. Just by existing, you help us all survive.

You can only take care of so many plants before you have to give some away. You can only hold so much knowledge before you have to give it away. I gave seeds to a dozen different flowers to my next-door neighbor and she invited me inside and wouldn't let me leave without food, and we talked about plants and trees. A family friend lets me have goats' milk and heirloom vegetables in exchange for help around the farm, and I listen to him talk about trees, bugs, and soil and learn so much I feel like I'm about to explode from knowledge.

Being a caretaker is unavoidably a community-oriented, community-forming thing. You can't grow plants all by yourself. Your garden will make too many tomatoes. Share them. Your milkweed will make hundreds and hundreds of seeds. Spread them. Wild blackberries invite you to take and eat. Your lonely retired neighbor invites you to talk and keep her company. Once you grow delicious fruits or little oak trees, you always have a reason to greet someone and say, "Look, it is a gift!"

We're not alone. We are not separate. We take care of each other. Every species, every individual. A single action of caretaking creates a cascade effect of thriving. A single unapologetic love for a creature creates a blossom of curiosity and fascination in everyone surrounding. It's so powerful.

As my chemical romance says "I am not afraid to keep on living"

#nature #community #plants #gardening #you are not separate from every other thing #the wonders #caretaking #plantarchy

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tammyhybrid21 · 5 months

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ALRIGHT!

Who wants some random/dumb headcanon thoughts on iterators?!

Also yes I do view the generations a bit in opposite solution to what MOST of what I’ve seen others do. Instead of each gen been dedicated more to the problem it got less central... which then leads to gen 3 iterators been the generation that took the loss of the ancients the worst.

“None of us miss them” the loss of half of their original purpose. Any wonder they have bad copes.

To be honest most of this is just going to be me noting stuff down for self-reference, but hey-- you folks can take this information for your own use as well. Also notice, this isn’t the specific order I drew things in and you can get the vibes as it goes how I got more solid view over the course of doodling.

But the generations and their purpose, no. These are pretty set in my head.

Bunching these thoughts together, mostly because they’re all on the same/similar topics. Time to talk about the puppets. Because they are what we see the most in the game. Also yes, I am outing myself as an “Off the String is Possible” believer. But I also will thoroughly admit I am a lover of the Iterators are hiveminds headcanon as well... although I view it more like it’s a whole symbiotic ecosystem...

Anycase, notes that didn’t quite make it into any of these pictures because I didn’t know how to draw/explain like that-- the synthetic “skin” of an iterator is either very, very short grass or a kind of moss/lichen covering. The colour variation is kind of random as a result and yes this does mean theoretically an iterator could change colours if ever they felt the need to.

The internal “flesh” parts of an iterator are I imagine similar in consistency to mushroom fibre/flesh. Squishy... Yet still firm enough to keep its shape beneath the jelly like membrane that carries coolant/blood throughout.

I have more thoughts on puppets and eating but drew it more like as a joke page.

These are all possible because an iterator puppet’s moss/grass skin is basically able to absorb what’s around it at any time. Well, as long as it’s willed. So iterators got options from the traditional “smoosh” food into your face to just having the “soup backpack”...

Sunshine is also “yummy”... but I do sidenote that it’s not as effective as a source of power/energy and more like a quick pick me up, the equivalent of eating a single banana and calling it your entire meal for the day.

Also an iterators stomach/filtration system internally is actually biological as well, but that didn’t exactly get drawn here. Mostly because how does that translate to pictures, I’m not good at this stuff.

Side note, don’t know if you folks looked at the page, but with the intake pipe, imagine if that were a map in Rain World... you just saw this pipe sucking in water and hey that’s curious-- only whoops it’s your death, you are food.

Not pictured how the processing strata is the iterator structure equivalent of a mycorrhizal network. Seriously though how would you even draw that?

Anycase this is where the symbiotic hive mind side of things come into play. Without the puppet it’s not like the structure would just-- stop. It would just be a lot more mindless. Working away continuing to go about the same processes just without purpose. It’s an extension, extras on top. Neuron flies been one of the few exceptions but even they can be worked around it’s just... very much a loss.

Also yes this is my headcanon reason why Pebbles is still barely conscious in Saint’s timeline. He’s just also half frozen and plants do not cold well. Or actually they do incredibly well in cold it’s just, he’s half in dormancy.

I should have spoken more about the mechanics of the structure and all, but honestly... It’s all the signals sent out.

Also void stuff... I don’t know if I’ll return on any of these things but eyo...

#Rain World #Rain World Iterators #THybrid Iterates #Headcanons #Iterators are plants pass it on #If you can't read my scribble sorry #I'm not sure I could transcribe it this hour

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botanicalbasil · 9 months

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Have you ever walked through an evergreen forest to clear your mind? Eaten a nice warm vegetable stew? Received flowers from someone you love? Well... thank our hidden hero:

Arbuscular Mycorrhizal Fungi!

Hidden beneath your feet, nestled away inside the roots of 80-90% of vascular plants, there is a complex network of hyphae working in tandem with their plant buddies to keep our ecosystems alive and thriving!

Essentially, these microscopic fungi give plants Super Tolerance. Hyphae are much smaller than roots, which means that they can reach out farther while expending less energy and worm their way into places that are normally inaccessible to plants. This allows vascular plants to access more mineral nutrients than they normally could on their own. These fun-guys are so effective that some plants can even live their lives completely achlorophyllic (without chlorophyll)!

In return, plants will partition some of the carbon and simple sugars produced from photosynthesis to give to their buddies. This is done through vesicles formed by hyphae in the plant cells.

This isn't anything new either! In fact, you might even thank AMF for plants migrating onto land at all. A popular hypothesis for the colonization of land by plants is that the first vascular plants formed from an ancient partnership between algae and fungi, where essentially the fungi would act as the algae's roots to collect nutrients not available to the algae alone outside the water. If you'd like to see a cool example, look up the Rhynie chert!!

Thank you for letting me ramble a while at you about my favorite organisms on this planet :•) I encourage all of you to do some more research on your own, there is a TON that I haven't covered here! If you have access to a microscope, you can even dissect and stain some common garden roots to say hello to these little buddies yourself!

[This piece is directly inspired by the work of @/byjacobparis on Instagram! Please go give him a follow :•) ]

#i think this is one of my favorite patches that ive done :•)#and YES they are gay #fungi #mycorrhizal fungi #arbuscular mycorrhizal fungi #plants #botany #mycology #mutualism #symbiosis #biology #embroidery #hand embroidery #patch #needlework #i should also note that they dont form fruiting bodies as far as im aware!!#the fly agaric on the patch is just an aesthetic choice lol

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faemytho · 9 months

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what. if. pm~crepe (or pm/crepe but in the "im not into romance but i'll humor you because you're cute to mess with" way). dialogue prompts... "are you a child?" or even "that's not very nice to the chair." sorry im insane.

yeah sure ill write that. (>AO3 Link<)

word count: 1,274. COD strawberry crepe, cyborg strawberry crepe, perpetually high on shrooms druggie pm, slightly eldritch fungus horror pm, ages left ambiguous but i tend to write them as adults. crepe cusses a lot.

Strawberry Crepe's workshop was nestled in a little corner of Dark Enchantress' castle. The space had been cleared out and given to them not long after Gingerbrave and his company left them battered and beaten on the steps of the Vanilla castle.

The workshop was noisy, the mechanic within tinkering away at every hour of the day. It made Poison Mushroom twitch and flinch in the early days, their mycorrhizal network strung throughout the walls and floors of Her castle twinging with every harsh mechanical noise it picked up. They weren't Her best spy for nothing. They were mostly used to it by now.

Today, the workshop was particularly noisy. On top of that, which was unfortunate for Poison Mushroom, they had been sent to retrieve Strawberry Crepe by the Chess Choco twins. The only reason they had actually agreed to do so was because the last time Strawberry Crepe and Chess Choco were left in a room together unattended, both of them had managed to end up in the infirmary and quite a bit of the castle had been destroyed. Dark Enchantress had been less than pleased, to say the least.

Otherwise, they would have considered this to be a waste of their time.

Poison Mushroom rounded the corner into Strawberry Crepe's workshop just in time to witness them chucking a chair across the room, a frustrated and feral noise leaving their mouth. It hit the wall with a metallic clang, reverberating around the workshop and sending rattles through Poison Mushroom's head.

"That's not very nice to the chair," Poison Mushroom said, their voice carrying their usual hazy slur.

Strawberry Crepe didn't answer. They turned with a vicious whirl, snatching a wrench off their workbench and throwing that at the wall too, nailing the dent in the wall deeper with another metallic sound and another frustrated noise.

"Or the wrench," Poison Mushroom noted with an absent smile, despite the harsh sounds hurting their head.

Strawberry Crepe grabbed a pair of pliers next, but instead of hurling it at the wall, they pointed it at Poison Mushroom, cyan eyes glowing bright in their rage. "What the fuck do you want, fungus? I'm busy."

"Oh. Sorry," Poison Mushroom said easily, not very sorry at all. Their gaze slid over the large dent in the wall and the shattered pieces of the chair on the floor beneath it. "Chess Choco wanted-"

"Oh, great!" Strawberry Crepe relaxed their posture, hand on their hip and gesturing with the pliers as they spoke. "Tell them both to go kick rocks. I'm. Fucking. Busy."

With that, the mechanic turned and hurled the pliers at the wall, a louder clang echoing through the workshop. They snapped apart at the force, clattering down to the metal floor. Poison Mushroom winced.

"Can you stop?" they asked softly, a pouting frown on their face. "That's loud, and it hurts..."

"What are you, a fucking child?" Strawberry Crepe hissed, grabbing a power drill next.

"You're definitely acting like one," Poison Mushroom said in return, lip jutted out and a tremulous look on their face.

"Oh would you cut the fucking act?" Strawberry Crepe crossed the room, stopping in front of a huge wafflebot they were working on. They gave it a frustrated kick, the sound of metal hitting metal echoing around the room once more. "I know you're faking the whole innocence thing you piece of shit shroomhead."

Poison Mushroom sighed, rolling their eyes. "Well, you can't say I wasn't trying to be nice," they said, the airy tone in their voice replaced with something flat. "Chess Choco still sent me here-"

"Again," Strawberry Crepe cut them off, powering the drill on with a frustrated whir and crouching down, "I don't give a shit."

They took the drill to the leg of the goliath, angrily tossing the screws behind them with tinkling noises. A panel came off, and they tossed that behind themself as well. This time, Poison Mushroom was prepared for the clatter.

"It's about the chessbot you built them," Poison Mushroom said as they crossed the room, only wobbling a bit and stumbling twice. They were pretty proud of that, actually. "They said something about it... exploding."

"WHAT?!"

Somehow, the shriek Strawberry Crepe let out was louder and more grating than the sound of metal hitting metal. They set the drill down in a surprising show of careful restraint, before standing up and stalking towards Poison Mushroom with a flourish of their cloak.

"Those little fuckers," Strawberry Crepe seethed, staring down at Poison Mushroom. The cyan mechanisms in their eyes clicked, gaze zeroing in. "I specifically built that thing to get them off my back and of course they blow it up. The fuck do they want from me?"

"Calm down," Poison Mushroom soothed in a mocking tone. "You're so angry."

Curiously, this only served to make Strawberry Crepe more furious.

"Get to the fucking point," Strawberry Crepe snarled, their feet lifting off the ground with a cyan blue glow. They hovered now, fingers twitching at their sides before they clenched them into fists.

Poison Mushroom looked up at them, a serene smile on their face. "Someone sure has a favorite word," they cooed, voice rasping into something rotting and old.

"You have approximately 19 point 586 seconds to explain why you're here before I pick you up and toss you out of my workshop," Strawberry Crepe seethed, fingers flexing again. This time, their waffle headset lit up, and from the depths of their workshop, their robotic crepe arms answered their call, floating to them in a rapid movement. They hovered by the cookie's side with the same cyan blue glow. "Your stupid mushroom spore dust can't do shit to my circuits, so don't even try it."

"Did you know," Poison Mushroom mused, patting down their robes, "that mushrooms use electrical signals to communicate?"

Strawberry Crepe paused. "What?"

Poison Mushroom nodded, their smile turning dark. "I can read every electrical signal in your body right now. That is to say, my stupid mushroom spore dust can do shit to your circuits, and I will if you decide to manhandle me."

Strawberry Crepe stared at them. They smiled back.

"So, don't do that."

After another moment, the mechanic huffed. "Fine." They lowered to the ground, their headset flashing and their robotic crepe arms dismissing themselves back to their corners of the workshop. "Your time was up 27 point 074 seconds ago, by the way. Just tell me what the stupid Chess twins want."

"Well, to correct myself," Poison Mushroom said, "the chessbot did not explode. It shut itself down, and they can't figure out why. They'd like you to come fix it."

Strawberry Crepe blinked, which was an odd motion for them to make. Their cyberoptic eyes didn't need moisture. Perhaps it was a vestigial instinct.

"You asshole," they seethed, "why'd you say it blew up at all?"

Poison Mushroom grinned, and shrugged. They turned and walked away from the other cookie, heading towards the workshop's entrance with their arms held out in front of them to help keep their balance. "You're cute when you're mad."

There was a series of mechanical clicks from behind them, but Poison Mushroom didn't look back, humming a little tune along with the mycelium in the walls. Only when they were turning out of the workshop did Strawberry Crepe join their side, face uncharacteristically flushed and their arms crossed across their chest.

"Don't say a word," Strawberry Crepe snapped without looking at the other cookie. "Just make sure I don't murder the twins."

Poison Mushroom giggled, and wobbled through the halls with Strawberry Crepe hovering by their side.

#strawberry crepe cookie #poison mushroom cookie #crepemushroom #cookie run #cookie run fanfic #my writing #mae writes cookies

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blaacknoir · 1 year

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Angel Type: Messenger

There are Angels among us.

Here is one. Here are many. They are connected and separate, moving as individuals and acting as one. They are sacred mycelia, sharing roots spread across the earth. These Messengers are larger and far more prolific than the Guardians; unlike their smaller cousins, however, they create danger around them instead of seeking it out.

Here is one. It stands tall, secure in its place in the landscape, six wings outstretched. It is surrounded by its family, carbon copies of itself. Here is another. This one is smaller, lacking wings, but its two heads and four arms make up for it. Here is another, sporting no wings or arms and only a single head, but two great horns. And on and on and on. The fact that they are different sizes and shapes doesn't matter. Their mycorrhizal network criss-crosses, through the air and through the sea, relaying Messages from point to point to point. Hundreds, thousands, millions—all at once or one at a time, it does not matter. They are simple, these angels; they do not understand these Messages, they simply deliver them.

The Voice of the Messengers is constant, a single droning buzz that their servants cannot interpret. That doesn't matter; it only matters if the Voice stops. When the Voice stops, the Messenger priests don their ceremonial garments and headdresses and set about the task restoring their Angel’s Voice. The silence does not mean the Angel is any less dangerous. Messengers are powerful, able to kill with a single touch. There is safety in numbers, and priests work in teams, mirroring their patrons. As there is a network of Messengers, there is also a network of servants and priests, working together to protect their blessed charges. Working together to protect each other

Finally, the Angel begins to Speak again. It cannot thank the priests for returning it to the Chorus. It does not know their language, nor do the priests know the language of their Angels. But they do not do it for thanks. They do it because they have been taught the Rites of the Messengers, and have been called to care for them. They do it because they are the only ones who can.

#angels series #angels #angel #my writing #the messenger

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xasha777 · 1 month

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In the bioluminescent forests of Amanita, where the trees whispered secrets of ancient earth and the air hummed with a thousand colors unseen to the uninitiated, there stood a figure of legend—Mycelius, the Sovereign of Spores. He wore the regal Cap of Cognition, a living crown that pulsed with the wisdom of the mycorrhizal network, its vibrant reds and whites a stark contrast against his flowing turquoise robes that shimmered with the essence of the forest.

The realm of Amanita was one of harmonious symbiosis, a place where organic technology had surpassed the wildest dreams of those bound to silicon and steel. Here, consciousness intertwined with the flora, and knowledge flowed through the roots like water through a creek.

But peace was a tender vine, easily uprooted. A darkness crept at the edges of the forest—a blight known as the Void Rot, born from the cold abyss of space, hungering for the life force that thrived in Amanita. It threatened to unravel the delicate tapestry of life and knowledge that Mycelius and his ancestors had woven over millennia.

Among the stars, a beacon of hope flickered faintly aboard the starship Hungerford. Captain Elyra Sol, a botanist-warrior from the cosmic conclave of Terra Nova, had been drawn to Amanita by the legends of a living library within the heart of its forest. Hungerford was not just her vessel, but an ark of salvation, for it carried the seeds of worlds, safeguarded against cosmic calamities.

As Mycelius stood at the threshold of the great fungal archives, his meditation interrupted by the resonance of the Void Rot's approach, the sky above Amanita parted. The Hungerford descended, silent as a spore on the wind, its hull etched with the equations of life itself.

Captain Sol emerged, her suit alive with bioluminescent symbiotes that rippled in greeting to the forest. Mycelius, sensing a kindred spirit, shared the plight of his world through the Sporelink—a telepathic burst of emotion and imagery.

Understanding the gravity of the threat, Elyra joined forces with the Sovereign of Spores. Together, they concocted a plan—a symphony of science and nature. The Hungerford would deploy a field of Null Mycelium, a creation of the conclave's brightest minds, capable of isolating the Void Rot and starving it of the life force it craved.

As the Hungerford's engines thrummed in preparation, Mycelius rallied the forest. Every mushroom cap, every strand of mycelium, vibrated with purpose. The Sovereign channeled the collective will of Amanita, directing the Null Mycelium to the encroaching darkness.

The battle was a tempest of energy, with the Void Rot lashing out, its tendrils piercing the veil of reality. But the Hungerford held firm, its Null Mycelium blossoming like a celestial flower, enveloping the blight.

In the end, the Void Rot receded, leaving behind a purified expanse where new life could take root. Mycelius and Elyra Sol stood side by side, their bond forged in the crucible of survival. Amanita was saved, and with it, the wisdom of ages.

The Sovereign of Spores bestowed upon Elyra a gift—a spore imprint that held the essence of Amanita's knowledge. As she returned to the cosmos, Captain Sol knew that the story of the forest and its keeper would spread among the stars, a tale of unity against the dark hunger that roamed the universe. The Hungerford continued its voyage, a beacon of life amidst the endless expanse, carrying the legacy of Amanita wherever it roamed.

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adelinearmytage · 4 months

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The Right Way To Sell Farm-to-table

Article: Looking to enhance the productivity and sustainability of your small family farm? Look no further than the fascinating world beneath your feet. Today, we'll explore a hidden gem that can revolutionize your farming practices: mycorrhizal fungi. Mycorrhizal fungi might not be a household name, but their impact on plant growth and soil health is profound. These microscopic organisms form a symbiotic relationship with the roots of plants, creating a network of interconnected threads that extend far beyond what the eye can see. This unique partnership brings a surprising array of benefits to your small farm, from increased nutrient uptake to enhanced resilience against pests and diseases. At first glance, the concept of fungi working in harmony with plants may seem counterintuitive, but it is this very collaboration that makes mycorrhizal fungi so remarkable. As plants photosynthesize and produce sugars, they allocate a portion of these precious resources to their fungal partners, fueling their growth. In return, mycorrhizal fungi extend their hyphae, fine thread-like structures, into the soil, greatly expanding the plant's reach in search of nutrients and water. One of the significant advantages of mycorrhizal fungi is their ability to improve nutrient availability. These fungi possess enzymes that break down complex organic matter, unlocking vital nutrients such as phosphorus and nitrogen that are often present in limited quantities in the soil. By accessing these otherwise inaccessible nutrients, mycorrhizal fungi provide a natural fertilizer for your farm, reducing the need for synthetic inputs and promoting sustainable farming practices. Additionally, mycorrhizal fungi play a crucial role in enhancing soil structure. Their hyphae create a dense web-like network that binds soil particles together, promoting better soil aggregation. This, in turn, improves water infiltration, reduces erosion, and enhances the soil's ability to retain moisture – all essential factors for successful crop production, especially in drought-prone areas. Furthermore, mycorrhizal fungi act as natural protectors for your crops. They form a physical barrier around the roots, preventing harmful pathogens from gaining easy access. Additionally, they release antimicrobial compounds that inhibit the growth of disease-causing organisms, reducing the need for chemical pesticides and promoting a healthier environment for your family and farm. So, how can you harness the power of mycorrhizal fungi on your small family farm? First, it's crucial to preserve and nurture the natural fungal communities present in your soil. Avoid over-tilling, minimize the use of fungicides, and provide a diverse range of plant species to sustain a healthy and diverse fungal population. If you want to take it a step further, consider inoculating your crops with mycorrhizal fungi. Many nurseries and agricultural supply stores offer mycorrhizal inoculants, which contain spores or mycelium of these beneficial fungi. Simply apply the inoculant to your seeds or transplant roots before planting, and watch as the symbiotic relationship between your crops and mycorrhizal fungi unfolds. In conclusion, mycorrhizal fungi may be the secret weapon your small farm needs to thrive. Their ability to improve nutrient uptake, enhance soil structure, and protect crops from diseases is truly remarkable. By embracing these often overlooked organisms, you can unlock the full potential of your family farm while promoting sustainable and environmentally friendly practices. So, dig deeper into the world beneath your feet and let mycorrhizal fungi work their magic on your small farm.

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aadiyogi123 · 9 months

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Unveiling the Enigma of Mushrooms: Nature's Hidden Artistry Beneath the Forest Canopy

In the heart of verdant forests and secluded corners of the natural world, a breathtaking masterpiece of biodiversity unfolds in the form of mushrooms. These fascinating and enigmatic organisms, often overshadowed by more prominent flora and fauna, possess a mystique that captivates both scientists and enthusiasts alike. As we venture into the intricate world of mushrooms, we embark on a journey of discovery that unveils their multifaceted roles in ecosystems, their astounding diversity, and the symbiotic dance they perform with the world around them.

The Ecosystem Architects

Mushrooms, often termed as the "fruiting bodies" of fungi, play an essential role as ecosystem architects. Beneath the soil's surface lies an intricate web of fungal threads known as mycelium. This intricate network acts as a conduit, linking trees, plants, and other organisms in a symbiotic partnership. Mycorrhizal fungi, for instance, form a mutualistic relationship with trees, facilitating the exchange of nutrients and water. In return for sugars produced through photosynthesis, trees provide mycorrhizal fungi with organic compounds. This intricate dance not only sustains individual species but also shapes entire ecosystems by fostering nutrient cycling and enhancing plant resilience against environmental stresses.

A Tapestry of Diversity

Mushrooms are living canvases painted with an astonishing palette of colors, shapes, and sizes. From the elegant elegance of the Amanita muscaria with its iconic red cap speckled with white dots, to the delicate and ethereal appearance of the chanterelles, mushrooms boast a diversity that rivals that of any art gallery. Each species tells a unique story of adaptation to its environment, and these stories are written not just in the visible features but also in their ecological functions.

The Secretive Kingdom

The world of mushrooms holds an air of mystery, often hidden from casual observers. The forest floor, a seemingly unassuming landscape, becomes a treasure trove of hidden wonders upon closer inspection. With their cap-covered heads, mushrooms peek through the earth's surface, revealing only a fraction of their true form. To truly appreciate these organisms, one must delve deeper, unearthing their entire structure - caps, stems, gills, spore prints, and mycelial networks. This hidden kingdom, often fleeting in its appearance, demands patience and curiosity from those who seek to unravel its secrets.

A Glimpse into Evolution:

Mushrooms serve as time capsules of evolutionary history. Their diverse forms and functions offer a window into the past, revealing the intricate ways in which life on Earth has evolved. By studying the genetic makeup and ecological roles of different mushroom species, scientists gain insights into the relationships between various organisms and the environmental pressures that have shaped them over millennia.

Edible Delights and Toxic Mysteries:

While some mushrooms have found their way onto our plates as delectable delicacies, others remain shrouded in toxic mysteries. The fine line between a gourmet feast and a lethal mistake illustrates the complexity of these organisms. In the world of foraging, knowledge is paramount; identifying edible species requires a blend of artistic observation and scientific acumen. Cultures around the globe have mastered the art of mushroom consumption, passing down generations of wisdom that guide us through the labyrinth of the forest floor.

The Fungi's Healing Touch:

Beyond their culinary significance, mushrooms have been revered for their potential medicinal properties. Traditional medicine systems, particularly in Eastern cultures, have harnessed the healing potential of various mushroom species for centuries. Modern research has begun to unravel the therapeutic potential of compounds found within mushrooms, unveiling a new frontier in pharmaceuticals and health supplements.

Conservation and Biodiversity:

In an era marked by environmental challenges, the conservation of mushrooms takes on a critical role. As guardians of biodiversity, mushrooms contribute to healthy ecosystems and provide invaluable services such as nutrient cycling and disease control. Yet, due to their often cryptic nature and the lack of public awareness, many mushroom species remain poorly understood and are at risk of habitat loss and overexploitation. Conservation efforts are essential to safeguard not only the mushrooms themselves but the delicate balance they help maintain.

Cultivating Curiosity:

The study of mushrooms invites us to embrace curiosity and broaden our perspectives on the natural world. It encourages interdisciplinary collaboration between mycologists, ecologists, artists, chefs, and enthusiasts, weaving together a tapestry of knowledge that enriches our understanding of life on Earth. Whether through scientific exploration, culinary experimentation, or artistic interpretation, mushrooms beckon us to explore the limits of our understanding and celebrate the beauty of the unknown.

Conclusion:

Mushrooms, the unsung heroes of the natural world, have an intricate story to tell—one of symbiosis, diversity, and adaptability. Beyond their ephemeral appearances lies a world of intricate connections and mysteries waiting to be uncovered. From the grandeur of towering trees to the smallest threads of mycelium, mushrooms remind us that beauty, complexity, and wonder exist even in the most hidden corners of the Earth. As we venture deeper into the forest and lift the veil on their enigma, we find ourselves immersed in a story that transcends time—a story that weaves together the past, present, and future of life itself.

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This composition delves into the intricate relationship between the wind's capacity to transport mushroom spores and the subsequent expansion of a mushroom community within a woodland environment. By delving into this phenomenon, I aimed to illuminate the pivotal role that the wind plays in facilitating the dispersal of life across diverse landscapes. Through this exploration, I sought to emphasize the profound significance of wind as a natural agent that propels the continuity and growth of ecosystems, highlighting its role in shaping the delicate balance of life within nature's intricate tapestry.

Mushrooms have an ancient origin story of networking and community. When aquatic plants first emerged from an algal soup, it was mycorrhizal fungi that helped them adapt to life on land by providing water absorption, in return the plants provided essential carbohydrates through photosynthesis. This symbiotic relationship is responsible for the survival of all plant life on earth. How might we think about the mutually beneficial relationship between plants and fungi in relation to our own living on a damaged planet with a community of both humans and nonhumans? The wind takes its part in this community and serves as nature's subtle courier, carrying nearly imperceptible mushroom spores through the air and tenderly planting them in new territories. In this delicate dance of dispersal, the wind becomes an essential agent, contributing to the perpetuation and expansion of these thriving fungal communities.

The mushroom mind does not only live in it’s body but deep under the ground, in the air and the wind and within it’s root system. In this space of multispecies communication with a variety of different plants and underworld critters, each part is integral to the survival of every other part – coming together to create one moving breathing whole. How might we use this mycelial framework to think about our own minds extending out of our bodies?

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Elevating Agriculture with Mycorrhizae Biofertilizer

In the quest for sustainable and environmentally friendly agricultural practices, researchers and farmers alike are turning to innovative solutions that can boost crop yield while minimizing the impact on ecosystems. One such solution that has gained significant attention is the use of mycorrhizae biofertilizer. These microscopic wonders hold the potential to revolutionize modern agriculture by enhancing nutrient uptake, improving soil structure, and fostering healthier plant growth.

Peptech Biosciences Ltd. presents Concentrated mycorrhizae powder with root development base (3500 IP/gm), an environmental-friendly, phosphate-solubilizing, and nutrient-mobilizing fungal product containing Vesicular Arbuscular Mycorrhizal (VAM). In this article, we’ll delve into the world of mycorrhizae biofertilizer, exploring its benefits, application methods, and the potential they hold for transforming modern agriculture.

Mycorrhizae: A Nutrient-Nurturing Collaboration

Mycorrhizae is a term that might sound complex, but its impact on agriculture is truly astounding. The mycorrhizal fungi form a symbiotic relationship with plant roots, creating a mutually beneficial partnership. These fungi extend the reach of plant roots, effectively increasing the surface area for nutrient absorption. In return, the fungi receive carbohydrates produced through photosynthesis, establishing a harmonious exchange that supports plant health and growth. This partnership leads to improved water and nutrient uptake, enhancing the overall resilience of plants against stressors.

The Concentrated Mycorrhizae Advantage:

Benefits of Nutrient Uptake

One of the standout benefits of mycorrhizae biofertilizers is their ability to unlock essential nutrients in the soil. The mycorrhizal hyphae act as extensions of the plant root system, effectively increasing the surface area available for nutrient uptake. Elements such as phosphorus, nitrogen, and micronutrients become more accessible to plants, reducing the need for excessive synthetic fertilizers. This promotes plant health and reduces the environmental impact associated with nutrient runoff.

Enhancing Soil Structure

Healthy soil is the foundation of successful agriculture, and mycorrhizae biofertilizers play a crucial role in soil structure enhancement. The intricate network of fungal hyphae creates channels that improve soil aeration, water infiltration, and nutrient movement. This not only boosts the growth of individual plants but also contributes to the overall health of the soil ecosystem. Improved soil structure decreases the risk of erosion and promotes long-term sustainability in farming practices.

Mycorrhiza and Stress Resilience

Climate change-induced stresses, such as drought and nutrient deficiencies, pose challenges to modern agriculture. Mycorrhizae biofertilizers aid in building this resilience. The improved water and nutrient uptake these fungi facilitate empowers plants to withstand harsh conditions. In regions where water scarcity is a concern, mycorrhizae biofertilizers could prove to be a game-changer, ensuring food security despite changing climatic conditions.

Application Methods and Integration

Integrating mycorrhizae biofertilizers into agricultural practices involves a variety of strategic application methods that cater to different stages of plant growth. These methods, including the use of concentrated mycorrhizae powder, contribute to harnessing the full potential of mycorrhizal symbiosis. Let's delve into these methods and understand how they can be effectively employed to optimize plant health and crop yield.

Concentrated Mycorrhizae Powder is non-phytotoxic and can be used for soil or foliar applications. It can be applied through drip irrigations, fertigation, or sprayer systems. This formulation is in powder form with 3500 IP/gm. The recommended application rate for concentrated mycorrhizae powder is approximately 250-500 grams per hectare. This versatile approach ensures that the beneficial fungi establish a strong presence in the root zone, leading to improved nutrient uptake and enhanced plant growth.

Conclusion

In the quest for sustainable agriculture, mycorrhizae biofertilizers stand as a beacon of hope. Their ability to enhance nutrient uptake, increase stress resilience, and promote eco-friendly farming practices holds immense potential. By fostering a synergistic partnership between plants and fungi, we can elevate agricultural productivity while preserving the health of our planet.

Peptech Biosciences Ltd. offers a wide range of Bio Pesticides for effective pest control, providing solutions for various insects. We also provide a comprehensive range of crop solutions, including Bio Fertilizers, Special Fertilizers, Micro-Nutrient Fertilizers, Bio Stimulants, Plant Growth regulators, and Agrochemicals, to fulfill the growth requirements of various crops.

#biofertilizer #concentrated mycorrhizae powder #mycorrhizae granules #mycorrhizal fungi #mycorrhizae 3500 fertilizer #mycorrhizae biofertilizer

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What Are the Best Ways to Increase Beneficial Mycorrhizal Fungi in the Soil?

Mycorrhizal fungi are beneficial fungi that live in close symbiotic association with the roots of most plants and trees. In this association, the plant provides the mycorrhizal fungi with sugars produced by photosynthesis. In return, the mycorrhizal fungi extend their network of long, threadlike filaments out into the soil to effectively extend the reach and root volume of the plant’s…

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Fungi: Absolutely everything you need to know about these surprising lifeforms

https://sciencespies.com/nature/fungi-absolutely-everything-you-need-to-know-about-these-surprising-lifeforms/

Fungi: Absolutely everything you need to know about these surprising lifeforms

What are fungi?

Fungi are decomposing, fermenting, edible, toxic, carbon-sequestering, disease-causing, disease-curing, pollutant-busting, mind-bending, rain-generating, zombie-making marvels. They underpin almost all life on Earth, but are mostly situated underground and often overlooked.

When we think of fungi, mushrooms spring to mind, but these are just the small ‘above ground’ portion of the organism. Mushrooms are the fruiting body of the fungus, like the apples on a tree. Most of the fungus is hidden underground in the form of a branching network of tubular filaments called mycelium. If you took a teaspoon of healthy soil and lined up all the mycelium within it, it would stretch up to 10km.

Spread over 9km2, Oregon’s ‘Humongous Fungus’ is thought to be the world’s largest living organism.

Plant or animal?

Neither. Fungi belong to their own kingdom of life. It contains an estimated 2.2 to 3.8 million species, of which only 148,000 species or so have been described. Fungi used to be seen as simple plants, but scientists now realise that they are more closely related to animals than plants. Thousands of new fungal species are discovered every year.

How big are fungi?

Fungi come in a wide range of sizes. They can be single-celled and microscopic, like the yeast used in the beer-brewing industry, but they can also be multicellular and massive.

Spread over an astonishing 9km2, the ‘Humongous Fungus’ in Oregon’s Malheur National Forest is thought to be the world’s largest living organism. It weighs hundreds of tonnes and is estimated to be between 2,000 and 8,000 years old.

How do fungi interact with plants?

Around 90 per cent of land-living plants have fungi living in their roots. A single plant can house dozens of different species. Mycorrhizal fungi, as they are known, send out fine fungal tubes that penetrate the root tips of plants. The result is a mutually beneficial relationship, where the fungi siphon sugars from the plant, and the plant receives water and nutrients in return.

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One of my biggest issues in science fiction is when there's so much cool lore and potential but it was ruined by White Man Writing.

Let me give some examples.

The concepts in the Dune series are really cool. Humans use limited tech thanks to a robot revolution many centuries before. So instead of machine computers, they use living systems to solve complex equations.

That is fucking rad as hell.

But then it gets ruined by the story's political systems.

The reason there's an Emperor and royalty in these books is because Frank Herbert was a libertarian who believed that it humanity's nature was to always exist in a Vassal state.

Uh excuse me? The fuck.

And some might argue "but Paul becomes Emperor at the end and brings peace".

The issue isn't who is in charge but what system is used.

Avatar is also another great example.

Pandora is an amazing feat of creativity. From the floating mountains to the mycorrhizal network so complex it literally has a mind of its own.

So then why does the movie suck so bad?

Because James Cameron is the same asshole who nearly let Kate Winslet freeze to death and called it method acting.

So instead of a story about this fanatastic world, we get Pocahontas In Space.

Maybe it's just because im a star trek person.

Where humanity learns from their mistakes and goes out to learn and explore, not conquer.

Where they ask nicely if they can use local resources and are sure to offer the locals anything they like in return.

Where people from other worlds can chose to travel the stars or live as their ancestors did and both are seen as equal options.

Anyway here's some cool links on new amazing and ethical scientific breakthroughs:

Mining without digging

Mushrooms and bacteria that eat plastic

Artificial womb video (still just a theory but neat) plus the current science

Forest cities

Mushroom computers

#dune #frank herbert #avatar #avatar 2 #james cameron #scifi #science fiction #science #mushrooms #environmentalism #star trek

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[“The nurses made sure I drank the LSD at exactly nine AM. They watched me closely until I had swallowed all the liquid, which had been mixed in a small wineglass worth of water. I lay down on the bed in my hospital room and the nurses sucked a sample of blood through the cannula in my forearm. Three hours later, when I had reached “cruising altitude,” I was gently encouraged by my assistant to start thinking about my “work-related problem.” Amid the battery of psychometric tests and personality assessments we had completed before the trip, we had been asked to describe our problems in as much detail as possible—those knots in our inquiries that we might be fumbling with. Soaking the knots in LSD might help them loosen.

All my research questions were fungal ones, and I was comforted by the knowledge that LSD was originally derived from a fungus that lives within crop plants; a fungal solution to my fungal problems. What would happen? I wanted to use the LSD trial to think more broadly about the lives of the blue flowers, Voyria, and their fungal relationships. How did they live without photosynthesis? Almost all plants sustain themselves by drawing minerals from mycorrhizal fungal networks in the soil; so did Voyria, judging by the tousled mass of fungi that crowded into their roots. But without photosynthesis, Voyria had no way to make the energy-rich sugars and lipids they needed to grow. Where did Voyria get their energy from? Could these flowers draw substances from other green plants via the fungal networks? If so, did Voyria have anything to give back to their fungal partners in exchange, or were they just parasites—hackers of the wood wide web?

I lay on the hospital bed with my eyes closed and wondered what it was like to be a fungus. I found myself underground, surrounded by growing tips surging across one another. Schools of globular animals grazing—plant roots and their hustle—the Wild West of the soil—all those bandits, brigands, loners, crapshooters. The soil was a horizonless external gut—digestion and salvage everywhere—flocks of bacteria surfing on waves of electrical charge—chemical weather systems—subterranean highways—slimy infective embrace—seething intimate contact on all sides. As I followed a fungal hypha into a cavernous root, I was struck by the sanctuary it offered. Very few other types of fungi were present; certainly no worms or insects. There was less bustle and hassle. It was a haven I could imagine paying for. Perhaps that was what the blue flowers offered the fungi in return for their nutritional support? Shelter from the storm.”]

merlin sheldrake, entangled life

#merlin sheldrake #currently reading #terra preta

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Stench of That Impala

Threads thrummed in the ground beneath Castiel’s feathers as the angel pressed his wings down. He could hear the delicate passage of particles through roots, but only faintly; the forest floor absorbed the rippling wavelengths before they could fully breach his awareness, so he pressed further, letting his ethereal appendages slip inside the solid earth and brush against the gnarled roots of trees and fungi. The angel’s eyes narrowed in concentration as the flow of exchanging particles between roots became sharper. Focusing on it, he fluffed his feathers to let the electromagnetic fields reverberate between the barbs of his feathers. Tiny pulses fritzed back and forth between the vanes, slowly arcing up his wings and mingling with his Grace in dull sparks, like the shock of static electricity. Measuring the length of time passing between each crest of electricity, Castiel--

“Cas.”

The angel winced, eyes snapping open at the loud and sharp intonation of his name after heightening his angelic senses to the extreme so he could listen to the near-silence of vibrating molecules.

Dean was staring at him, one brow raised over his gleaming eyes in an unimpressed manner as his fingers curled tighter around the gun he held. “You just gonna stand there squinting at the ground like a geek who lost his glasses or what?”

Rolling his shoulders and rubbing the thick fabric of his trenchcoat between two fingers to ground himself, Castiel attempted to reorient his senses back to the macroscopic level. It was an awkward transition, one that he was still getting used to despite having been in a vessel on Earth for years now. He had to take a moment to filter out the slow grinding sound of trees growing, the buzz of a million insects, and an untold number of noises beyond the range of human hearing before he could process what the hunter had said. “We’re not in the right place.”

The Winchester gave a disbelieving snort, though Castiel noted that the aura of the man’s soul seemed to lighten as though in relief. “We’re just off the trail where those hikers went missing. You don’t think there’s a chance that the fugly who got ‘em is still hanging around?”

“This thing we’re hunting,” Cas murmured as he pulled his wings to rest against his back. “It’s powerful. Extremely so, to the point that it would exude an excess of supernatural energies. There is nothing in the surrounding mycorrhizal network to suggest that such a disbalance of energy has happened within a mile of here.”

“Yeah, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t speak geek.”

“The mycorrhizal network.” His nails caught on the fabric of his trenchcoat and Castiel let out a small sigh as his Grace shifted from his wings back into his vessel and the feeling started returning to his fingertips. “It’s an underground communication system between individual plants created by symbiosis with mycorrhiza fungi. If the creature were here, I would be able to detect the change in the pheromone exchange along the network that would be caused--”

“So the creature’s gone,” Dean groaned softly, running a hand through his light brown hair. “Don’t suppose you can track it through that network thingy?”

Castiel pursed his lips in consideration. “Theoretically, yes.”

The corners of Dean’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Then get sniffing.”

“I don’t have to sniff,” the angel huffed, but he spared the Winchester the actual explanation as he unfurled his wings and pressed the invisible limbs into the earth once more. His eyes narrowed as he moved forward, trying to reorient his senses to the microscopic level once more and let the particles shifting underground come into focus.

“You pick something up?” Dean asked when the angel’s head snapped up a few minutes later.

Shaking his head, Castiel moved off the path and toward the sound that had caught his attention through the susurrus of vibrating molecules.

“I think your nose might be a bit off,” Dean snickered, amusement dancing in his voice. “That looks a lot closer to a baby bird than a monster that’s killed three people.”

“Funny.” Castiel’s eyes drifted from the small bird screeching from where it lay on the ground to the nest just over his head. Then he knelt down. Its skin was pink, he noted. The blue veins crisscrossing its body beneath the skin were so stark it was almost grotesque, the few feathers the bird had were downy, its eyes hidden under a layer of skin. His heart ached as the young creature opened its pale beak and screeched pitifully. Cas reached forward, hands poising to scoop up the young bird.

“Cas, stop!”

The angel faltered, looking over his shoulder at the Winchester with a frown.

“What?” Dean shrugged. “You’re not supposed to pick up baby birds like that. They can smell it when you do that; they leave the bird behind instead of taking care of it, or something.”

“That’s not true.”

Now it was Dean’s turn to frown. “Isn’t it?”

“No.” Castiel turned back around, picking up the fallen bird with gentle fingers. “Can you imagine what that would be like?” Cas murmured as he placed the bird back into its nest. “To be so hated that the very smell of you would be enough to convince parents to abandon their children whom they are meant to protect, to leave them behind not just to die, but to die slowly, in pain, utterly alone? What must a being hated to that extent be like?”

Dean was quiet, and Castiel could feel the silence like a gaping chasm between them.

Castiel watched the little bird reacquaint itself with its home, watched as its siblings gathered close to it for warmth. As he listened to the shrill shrieks tamper down into contented chirping, Cas realized how comfortable that simple nest of twigs and feathers looked.

“We should go,” Dean said. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Nodding, the angel stepped back from the nest. As he stepped around Dean to lead the way through the forest, words spoken by a demon so long ago he had forgotten them until this very moment echoed in his head like a gunshot.

The stench of that Impala’s all over that overcoat, angel.

#begging you to ignore that this is the only thing i've worked up the motivation to write in months :)#it's just a scene that's been in my head for a while #and i learned about that fungi thing recently and thought it was neat #ficlet #fanfiction #also on my ao3 :)#spn #castiel #dean winchester #yeah dean's kind of an ass in this but then again when isn't he?#katswrites

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30!!

30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

Ooooh... I have... So Many. Here’s one:

thresholds to eternity, gates to nothingness

aka four graves

My original original original Torchwood fic idea, the one that made me want to start writing fic for the fandom but which languishes as a series of notes in my personal Discord server where I dump snippets of fic, on my phone in the notes app, and various Word and Google docs.

It’s a series of four case fics: Matter That Casts No Shadow (rock), Unburied a Universe (water), Secret Language of Dirt (earth), Gravity of Bodies Remote (space).

The main thing is that it’s a Suzie lives/everyone lives AU where the team don’t find the glove until much later (during S2).

Matter that Casts No Shadow focuses on the team early in Jack’s absence where Suzie, Owen, and Gwen enter a mostly unexplored cave system in response to a distress call while Tosh and Ianto are fending off UNIT and the Master/Saxon, and trying to mount a rescue when Suzie, Owen, and Gwen drop off the grid and don’t return at the time they said they would, all of this while they’re trying to find their footing after Jack’s abandonment. Suzie and Tosh POV.

Unburied a Universe jumps back and forth between the contemporary team and a historical Torchwood team. Our team, sometime after Jack’s return, is diving into the Bay to retrieve an item that turns out to be the Resurrection Gauntlet. The historical team is also diving, to recover something that crashed into the water. Mostly, this was devised as a way for me to unnecessarily discuss whale falls and for Jack to think morbid thoughts about his immortality. Jack POV.

Secret Language of Dirt brings is set after Reset (Owen is still shot but they use both gauntlets to bring him back with a second chance at life). Suzie and a member of the team (I keep changing my mind about this and my notes reflect that, sometimes it’s Owen, sometimes it’s Gwen, sometimes it Ianto) go on a hike led by a UNIT mycologist as they investigate why the trees are moving. They had determined that it was something to do with mycorrhizal networks (this ends up being a story about being lost, finding family in unfamiliar places, the life of plants, and what happens when your family hears your crying out for home). Suzie POV.

Gravity of Bodies Remote is the final part of the series and jumps back and forth between the team and future!Jack traveling through space towards Earth. It’s a causal time loop fic where future!Jack is traveling to plant the object that will set into motion the events that the team lives through. This is mostly a way for me to wrap up some of the major plot threads that are implied in an everyone lives AU by having future!Jack reflecting on the past while he goes on his journey to close the loop. This is the most Janto heavy of all the parts, but also is meant to give Suzie a chance to find joy in the universe and to refute the speech that she gives in They Keep Killing Suzie. Jack POV.

#torchwood #answered asks #my writing #(kinda)#thank you vi!!! <333333

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