#shelter serra

[fortune-fool02]

A Flash in the Pan

Luis Serra x Plaga female reader

Summary: The infection within [Name] rears its ugly head, and Luis has to help bring her back to sanity.

Warnings: Light spoilers for RE 4, light angst, blood, violence, fluff. 

I blame Demon Slayer for this idea. Please reblog and comment as it really helps and is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Please enjoy.

A deep rumble ahead of them promised more rain to come, soaking the already drenched trio. Leon only groaned in annoyance while [Name] sighed. Luis wasn’t too bothered by it anymore, though he did wish he packed an umbrella. The village scrap had left them all struggling for ammo and saving every bullet they could. 

Luis had made a comment some ways back that they were lucky he kept hold of his “trusty lance” while proudly holding up the metal rod like it was a sword. [Name] chuckled at it, recalling how Luis had pulled the metal rod up and swung it at one of the infected’s head, throwing it off balance and giving a moment to shoot a well-aimed bullet at its head, putting it down for good. Sometimes, there were moments where this all felt.... normal. 

Like they weren’t risking their lives to rescue the President’s daughter from a cult. That they were just bonding with one another, spending time together to gather themselves and catch their breath. A sigh left [Name]’s lips as she rubbed her eyes, a faint aching pulse behind them gnawing away at her. Little headaches like these were common, save for the larger, head-splitting ones she, Leon and Ashley were unfortunate enough to endure thanks to the damned parasite squirming about inside them. She prayed that they would be able to reach Luis’ laboratory in time, before there was nothing left of them to save. 

Leon and [Name] had both made a silent agreement, that if one of them turns, if one of them becomes enslaved by Saddler’s will and command, the other would kill them. They tried to view it as a mercy-killing, to save them the torment of becoming the very monsters they fight so hard against. It was painful, for the both of them, even if Leon tried not to show it. The both of them had worked together for a long time now and there wasn’t anyone in the world they would trade one another for. That was why they both were chosen for this mission, trusted for it. 

[Name] shook her head a little, pulling herself from those thoughts as she took a breath. They weren’t going to fail this mission. They couldn’t. 

Luis gave her a small smile, gently patting her shoulder, “Eh, you okay, [Name]?” He asked, his smoke grey eyes lightly twinkling in the low light that the candle offered them. All three took shelter from the approaching storm in one of the houses in by the lake. [Name] sat by the window, watching the rain hit the large lake. 

“Hm? Yeah, I’m okay. Just a headache.” She told him, giving her eyes another rub before resting her head against her propped up arm. They had been walking for most of the day and she was exhausted. Luis only smiled at her before grabbing a chair and plopping himself beside her, 

“C’mon, talk to me. Something’s up, I know it.” He turned to her, his full attention on her and her alone. It was no secret that Luis had a soft spot for ladies but he had a softer spot for [Name]. The man’s eyes lit up whenever he saw her or her name was mentioned, and he was never too far away from her. With him, she felt something more, something different than with Leon. 

“Well, I keep getting these... pains around my jaw. They’re not too bad but they keep bothering me sometimes.” As she spoke, Luis leaned in close, gently taking her face into his hands as he examined her jawline for any injuries or anything amiss. A look of concentration crossed his face, an expression she hadn’t seen on him before. 

“Hm, I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Though it could be the parasite’s work.” He hummed in thought. His thumb very gently caressing the bottom of her cheek, a comforting motion which was returned by her leaning into his warm touch a little, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips. Both remained like that for a moment, savouring it for every second they could. A sudden crash outside caught their attention, ruining their peaceful moment as the angered chanting of the infected villagers could be heard. 

“Shit, we need to move, now.” Leon cursed, gathering his weapons before they tried to head out the back door, hoping to avoid the crowd. Keeping their heads low, they moved along a small dirt path, ducking below the height of the wheat, using it as a cover. [Name] trailed at the back, her eyes keep glancing around to see if she was clear to move or not. She took one step into a gap in the grass and heard a cursing from one of the villagers, followed by a bottle smashing in front of her, erupting into flames. 

“[Name]!” Luis’ voice called out, worry dripping off his voice as he turned around. [Name] shook her head, 

“No, keep going! I’ll catch up to you!” The infected moved in, forcing [Name] to turn and run, promising to catch up to them again soon. She knew the path they were taking and would search for an alternative to meet up back outside the Church grounds. She would just have to meet them there. 

The heavy rain rendered the ground slippery, thick with mud, adding yet another obstacle for [Name] as she fled, trying to lose the infected that gave chase to her. Her legs burned as she ran, her muscles protesting as exhaustion was seeping in, coiling around her bones to weigh them down. Adrenaline coursing through her, pounding her heart harder as its rhythm gripped the sides of her head and squeezed, pulling a groan from the woman as she held her head, still pushing herself to run. 

She couldn’t stop now. 

A gnawing ache writhed in her chest, curling around her lungs, slowly pushing its ragged claws into the soft muscle. There was a light, metallic taste in the back of her throat that she tried not to think about too much until she was safe. The shouting grew distant, fading away behind her before it finally fell silent. Another crash of thunder being the only other sound heard as from the pelting rain and her pounding heart.

Pushing herself forward, [Name] leaned against the wall of a house, her lungs burning as her legs did, catching her breath seeming impossible at this point. Small, short gasps and wheezes were all she could manage, threads around her lungs like wire tightened with each deep breath.

A series of coughs racked her body, her hand covering her mouth as blood splattered on her palm. Dread dropped in her stomach and all she wanted to do was cry and curse and scream her heart out. But that would get her nowhere. Her vision began to swim more, her head feeling heavier than it should be. Something in her head told her this wasn’t right, that something was amiss. A low growling sound caught her attention. 

Vibrant crimson eyes glowed from inside the bushes around her, low snarls filled the air as three large, black dogs emerged. The parasite’s effects riddling their bodies, drool dripping from their wide jaws, hungered snarls made as they started to circle her. Panic pulsed throughout [Name]’s body as she tried to pull out her knife when the first dog pounced, slamming its weight into her, knocking the knife from her hand and crashing her into the ground. Another lunged, latching its jaws around her leg, tugging and tearing at her limb, ripping pained screams from her as she tried to kick it off. 

She couldn’t die here. Not like this. They had to finish the mission, she had to get back to the others, to Luis. She had to survive. Survival was all that mattered, by any means. Blackness spilled through her veins as her vision turned red. 

***

Sharp pants left Luis’ lips as he leaned against the wall, his hands on the wood as his head dripped down a bit, gulping down oxygen as he tried to steady his rapid heartbeat. They had lost the villager’s some ways back now, but they didn’t stop until they were certain. Worry chewed away at Luis, [Name] could take care of herself, he didn’t deny that, but the idea of being separated from her made his heart ache. They had to find her. 

“I think we’re close to the Church, I hope she made it.” He heard Leon say, sparking a glimmer of hope inside the Spaniard. Pushing himself off the wall, he turned on his heel and followed Leon up the dirt trail that led up the side of the Church. Pained howls and whimpers made both men stop in their tracks, listening closer to the sound of flesh and bone breaking, a heavy thudding sound following along. Drawing their guns, they moved slowly, wary of the threat that was possibly awaiting them. 

Luis peeked from behind the metal gate, trying to get a look at the creature and felt his blood run cold. [Name]’s back faced him but he could see her slamming her foot down repeatedly into the already mangled corpse of one of the infected dogs. Two more laid around, their bones and flesh a disgusting mix with their heads being a mess of gore. The animals dead but that did not seem to stop her. Without thinking, Luis pushed the gate open and walked over, his grey eyes filled with concern. 

“[Name]! Cálmate, they’re already dead!” At the sound of his voice, she turned her head slowly towards him. Black veins spidered all along her face, crawling up her neck against her sickly coloured skin. Her crimson eyes appearing to glow even brighter as a result. There was no sense of familiarity in them nor anything close to humanity. No, no, they couldn’t be too late. 

“[Name]... No.” 

Leon moved beside Luis, pulling his handgun force, but there was a light tremble in the man’s grip. “[Name]! Don’t make me do this!” 

Luis turned, grabbing the barrel of the handgun and forcing it towards the ground, glaring at Leon for even raising the gun to her. 

“Don’t! We can still help her, we can’t-” Luis’ words were cut off as [Name] charged at them, slamming into Leon and tackling the man to the ground, her hands latching onto his throat. Almost feral-sounding growls and yells were made from her as Leon struggled against her, trying to pry her hands away from his throat, his lungs burning at this. 

[Name]’s mouth opened, a little too widely than before, and she moved her head down, aiming for Leon’s throat. A look of surprise flashes her face as a thick, metal rode was forced into her mouth, Luis holding both ends securely as he tried to pull her off of Leon, fighting against her strength as she thrashed about wildly in an attempt to get him off her. 

“[Name], listen! You can fight this! I know you’re scared, mi amor, but you can do it!” Luis wrapped his legs around her waist, using it to anchor himself onto her as she pushed back from Leon, crashing both him and herself into the stone wall, but his grip remained tight. He was not going to let go of her. He saw the wound on her leg, those dogs had a truly vicious bite. The thought of her in pain, alone and afraid, it was no wonder the parasite took its chance to strike. 

Pain bloomed in his back though he couldn’t care at that moment in time. Luis’ only concern at the moment was [Name]. Letting go of one end of the rod, he covered her eyes the best he could and leaned forward, his lips beside her ear as he pleaded almost. 

“[Name], please. Por favor regrese, come back to me.” Her body suddenly arched up, a pained cry ripping from her before her body went limp, falling to the ground. Luis climbed off her, pulling the rod from her mouth and setting it aside, watching the black veins slowly reduce down to a faint mark. Relief flooding through him as he took her into his arms, holding her close as he gently prepped her head in soft kisses, whispering comfort to her unconscious form. 

That was far too close. They were running out of time. 

#luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #luis serra navarro #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader #re 4 #re4 remake #re4 luis #luis resident evil #resident evil luis

[solanumofthestars]

Got a Light?

AN: I don’t know how or why this happened. But I do know that I need to post this. Apologies for any mistakes, and I hope that if you read, you will enjoy.

Rating/Warnings: T, light swearing, smoking, kissing.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy X Luis Serra

Word Count:  1.6k

Summary: Leon and Luis decide to have a smoke (Luis POV).

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The rain was cold and unpleasant. They were lucky to have found shelter, and even luckier that the cigarettes had not gotten too wet. 

“Mierda, hace frío,” he cursed. 

“What?” Leon asked. The American was sitting on a worn out couch, shoulders slumped, a weary expression painting his face.

He waved him off, not bothering to explain what he had said. “You should sleep a little, like our lady over there.” His eyes wandered over to the young Ashley, who was curled up in a ball on an old bed. 

“No, we have to go soon anyway,” Leon said.

Unfortunately, he was right. It wasn’t safe, and the only reason they had stopped was because the thick rain made it impossible to see any incoming danger. That, and they would be useless if they all caught pneumonia. 

He sighed. “Then, may I suggest we warm up a little?” He held out a cigarette, offering Leon one. Not that cigarettes would do much in terms of warmth, but hey, it was something.

But of course, Leon tightly shook his head in response. “I told you I don’t smoke. It’s poison.”

“Friend, you are an American agent taking part in missions that would make a regular soldier jump off a cliff, willfully.” He sat down next to Leon with a grunt. “I think one cigarette pales in comparison to all the hard, traumatic work you’ve been doing.” He paused for effect. “And are currently doing.”

“No.” Leon unholstered one of his guns and began obsessively checking it, despite the fact that he had done so a few minutes ago.

“I don’t like when you’re so tense, blondie-”

“-don’t call me that.” His words cut through with ferocity. Man was he grumpy.

But that wasn’t going to stop him. “As I was saying, you’re too tense. And if you’re tense, you are easily stressed. And when you’re stressed, you make mistakes.” Once again, he held out a lone cigarette, this time with a lighter.

That got Leon’s attention. With a sigh, he put the gun back into his thigh holster, and took the cigarette, lighting it and inhaling with such ease that it was all but obvious that he had smoked in the past, and frequently too. “Got a drink?” Leon asked.

He tsked. “Sadly no, I would go for some wine or…anything stronger, really.” 

“Whiskey?” Leon asked. He was already taking another drag. 

He shook his head. “No, too woody. Bourbon is better.” 

The American cocked his head and slowly nodded. “You have a point there.”

He smiled. Leon was talking, which meant the cigarette was already working. He enjoyed watching it move back and forth between those ridiculously soft-looking lips. 

Leon. What an interesting fellow. A face that would make any model envious, paired with a body that screamed professional fighter, nay, warrior. His eyes, however, betrayed a tiredness he had seen only in old men, or people who had gone through unspeakable hardship that had permanently scarred them. Given that Leon did not look above thirty, he’d wager a guess that it was the latter. Although in this world, who could know?

Right, he needed a cigarette too. He pulled one out of the box, but just as he was about to ask Leon to pass him the lighter, a bold idea came to his mind. 

“Can I use your cigarette to light up?” 

Leon looked down at the lighter in his hand and then gave him a puzzled look, but didn’t outwardly protest, or say no.

Good enough. 

He leaned in, not waiting for Leon to pass him his lit cigarette. Instead, he moved in close, so close that his forehead just barely brushed against those silky, blonde strands. The tips of the cigarettes touched, and as he held the cigarette between his fingers, he inhaled, slowly, deliberately, stealing the embers from Leon’s cigarette while looking into his pretty, blue eyes. 

Curious. Here he was, obviously flirting, and yet Leon didn’t so much as push him away or complain. No, in fact, somewhere, behind all that sadness and tension, he saw a flicker, a spark, a little twitch of interest. It meant that there was something to work with.

He moved away, and took a long, satisfying drag. The smoke spreading through his lungs felt good. “So Leon, you look like a man who has lived a full life.”

Leon didn’t reply. But he didn’t scoff at him either. In fact, he was looking at him with an odd expression. All he did was continue smoking, blowing a puff of smoke into the air.  

Not a problem, he could continue talking. “Anyone else in that life? A woman?”

Ah, a hint of a smile. There was someone. “Not really,” Leon lied in between drags.

“I see, I see. I myself am also without a partner. For now.” He let the cigarette hang between his fingers. Leon was nearly finished with his.

“Ah, looks like you’re done. Another?” He offered.

It was amusing to watch him hesitate before taking another one. To his disappointment, Leon didn’t light up in a similarly intimate manner, although he did audibly exhale and throw his head back ever so slightly when he took the first drag. It was a nice sight.

It also told him that Leon was getting more and more relaxed.  “Either way, as I was saying,” he continued, “I do not have anyone now, but I would just kill for a beautiful person to give me a kiss. And sit on my lap.”

Yeah he was laying it on pretty thick, but he didn’t give a shit. The clock was ticking, and the mood was just right. Pouring rain, a cozy, dilapidated, wooden farmhouse, and even some atmospheric lighting courtesy of the candles the cultists left all over the place.

“I’m not sitting on your lap,” Leon dryly responded. 

He nearly choked on the smoke he was inhaling. “Hermoso, I never said you were beautiful,” he drawled with what he hoped was a flirty smile. 

“Stop calling me names, Luis.”

Oh, Leon didn’t know what hermoso meant. Well that line fell fucking flat. What, did this man not even try to read some dumb “How to pick up chicks in Spanish 101” before he came here?

With a sigh, he threw his hands up. Leon was nearly done with his cigarette, and something told him he wouldn’t have another one. Got to be more direct then. “I am just saying, despite our dire situation, I’d kiss someone.”

“Then kiss me.”

He had just been about to take a drag, but his hand froze mid-way to his face. “Huh?” He turned to look at Leon, who had taken a final drag before dropping the cigarette butt on floor and grinding it under his heel.

“Go ahead and kiss me then,” Leon repeated. He was resting his head on his hand. 

Luis scoffed, looked to the side, and then looked at Leon again. “Do not get me wrong, you look like you need a kiss, but this isn’t one of those things where I try to kiss you and you use it as an excuse to shove me, or punch me-”

“No.” There was a tinge of amusement in his voice. “You’re clearly coming on to me, I feel I could make it worth your while.”

Fascinating. And a little condescending. “I take it you like men then, Leon?” 

A shrug. “I don’t mind them.”

It was amusing how casually he was trying to play this off. But he could see the signs, oh yes. For instance, Leon’s body was now turned towards him, and his eyes were looking right at him, not off to the side, or onto the ground. 

Well, it seemed like a kiss was in order then. He threw his cigarette on the ground and leaned in, risking a light touch to Leon’s cheek and brushing away a few strands of stray hair, before tilting the man’s chin up with the tips of his fingers.

He started with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, lips that were indeed as soft as they looked, and then pulled back a hair’s breadth to see if Leon would lean back in. 

He did.

So he parted his lips and slipped in a bit of tongue, happy to give something more. And Leon seemed happy to reciprocate.

Soon, his hands were snaking in closer, one resting on Leon’s cheek, the other on his lower thigh. 

Leon, sadly, did not move to touch him, his hands still firmly planted on his knees (he peeked); however, he had tilted his head further to the side and opened his mouth just a touch wider, making sure to slide his own tongue in deeper.  

Blissful moments passed, them moving apart only to kiss from another angle, or to readjust their lips. The kiss was a little sloppy, but it felt good, and electrifying. He just really fucking wished Leon would put his hands on him- in a nice way, of course. 

Unfortunately, they had to stop, not only to catch their breath, but also because it was starting to get too much. If that kiss had gone on any longer, he would have been crawling into Leon’s lap. 

“That wasn’t bad,” Leon said, sitting back as if he hadn’t just shared a long, wet, borderline passionate kiss with someone. 

“You sound surprised- I kiss well, you know.” He ran his thumb along his bottom lip. He had liked the kiss more than he cared to admit. Fuck. 

Leon gently laughed. “You do.” His eyes had lit up.

Oh now what the fuck was he supposed to say? “You wanna kiss again, Leon?” He internally cringed at how quickly he blurted out that question.

Leon opened his mouth to answer, but then, there was a distant scream, and Ashley began to stir.

Leon jumped up, his entire posture stiffening “We need to move.”

“Right, right,” he agreed, hoping his disappointment had been masked sufficiently. Leon was right. 

Which is why he was once again taken by surprise when Leon patted him on the shoulder. “Raincheck,” he said with a slight grin, and he was off.

He smiled. “Raincheck indeed, blondie.”

#resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 remake fic #re4 #re4 fic #leon s kennedy #luis sera #leon x luis #serennedy #elafic

[playdoughtiny]

Caregiver!Luis Serra / Regressor!User headcanons

Since there's a lack of agere content with my don quixote I decided to take matters by myself! He's become my cg figure since the end of 2023, so it's obvious I would eventually write him hcs! Anyway, enjoy it!

Luis has a big sense of responsibility on his own, so even if he lets his playful side show up, he would keep you close and shelter his little one away from danger.

Loves playing doctor and being your patient! 🚑

Luis is not a big fan of setting rules (he thinks it's unfair to ground you), but he would gladly set a few if you insist, like bedtime, water/hygiene reminders, screen control, etc.

Really patient with tantrums. Luis would never get mad at you for feeling fuzzy or being stubborn. Instead he tries to light up the mood with jokes and tickles on your sides.

"Why, I thought you were sad?!" He jokes while you giggle under his touch.

When you're feeling too little, he'd ask to lift you in his arms. He loves it, and so do you. Luis likes dancing around while having you in his arms, singing his favorite tunes he used to hear as a child. 🎼

Best lullaby singer ever! 💯

He tries being the-though-dad, keeping everything under control but... who in the world can resist your cute little pout and glowing eyes?

He would never admit that but Luis loves when you're grumpy.

When you say no he says yes. That's how it goes. No matter how much you try to fight it, when it's nini time you're going to bed, whether you like it or not! 🛏️

"Nu-uh!" "Ah sí!"

Luis' heart melts when you call him "Papá". He feels proud and happy.

He knows you have a hard time eating by yourself. Even when you can't say it, he'll help you and spoon feed you. "Come here, Papá got you." 🥄

He sets up a babysitter cam in your room to hear if you need help.

No matter how long it takes, Luis will do everything in his power to calm you down from a nightmare. He understands you need to feel safe in order to sleep, and he's there for you.

Hush his baby in his arms, running circles on your back, kissing your head. Luis bounces you in his arms and rocks you to sleep.

"Shh, shhh... Mi amor, mi bebé. Yo te amo tanto. There's no need to cry."

Luis' voice is so smooth, so soothing. You fall asleep in his arms in seconds. And he holds you for a little longer, just to watch your relaxed and serene slumber with a soft smile.

"Dulces sueños mi angelito."

#playdoughtiny writes ! 🚧 #fandom agere #resident evil agere #luis serra #luis serra x reader #age regressor #age regression blog #sfw age regression #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw agere blog #age regression #agere community #age regressive

[zer0pm]

Resident Evil x Reader Masterlist

To make it easier for you wonderful readers <3 Will add to this as I write along. Thank you for your time~

Luis Serra

Chains Pt. 1

Chains Pt. 2 (NSFW)

Trigger

Comms

Shelter

Shelter Pt. 2 (NSFW)

Flirt

Shots Fired

A Much Needed Break

Stitches

Trouble

Positive Reinforcement

The Jacket

Darkness

Grief

Him

Him Pt. 2

Leon Kennedy

Practice

Leon Kennedy & Luis Serra

Warm Gestures

Close

Lord (Karl) Heisenberg

First Round

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[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Hello EveryPony this is my analysis of why ‘The Milk Carton’ by Madilyn Mei is The Most Luis Serra song Ever Created that I was peer pressured by my friends into posting (/j)

((Continued in the reblogs!!))

* I would also like to note that this is all copy and pasted from DM’s between me and my friends, so if the grammar/spelling seems a little wonky or silly, that’ll be why BXBBSNSJX

Ok so the intro is all sad and whatnot. This is him as he’s dying. In those inbetween moments after he’s called Ada and before he shot Krauser. He’s reminiscing on his life and just how much he misses his childhood bed. He thinks about how good he had it as a child and at umbrella and how he’ll never be able to retrace his steps and fix his mistakes or go back to a home that doesn’t exist anymore

Taking this one literally it’s him as a kid being very carefree. He doesn’t know the forest is full of wolves and he doesn’t know what’s coming up next for him in life

And then this line kind of makes me think of how he had a pretty sheltered upbringing. Like the rabbits he sees while hunting aren’t white and fluff and cartoony like on tv. The wolves aren’t friendly like the dogs in town and he finally wonders only after his grandfather was attacked if they’d domesticated him

These lines, again, make me think about how he was living so carefree with umbrella. He knows maybe deep down that what he’s doing is illegal but does it matter?? He’s living the highlife

And then the beat drop is him finding out Oh!! They’re gonna use what I’ve made to Kill People!! And suddenly the ‘in crowd’ he wanted to be apart is the one thing he’s trying to run from and get them to let him out

And then this is him returning home, but this time with his face plastered on wanted posters everywhere- and people recognise him from the missing posters his face was put on when he ran away as a child and he realises he’s drowning in his own guilt, his work, everything- bht he quite literally never learnt how to swim

This I imagine is him right before and right after he meets Leon. He’s forgotten things. He’s left them at a home that no longer exists. That he can no longer return to. He’s left his belongings and bits and pieces of himself in his burnt home and with umbrella. Life was one big race to make it but now it’s one big chase to make up for everything he’s done

These lines I imagine are him ALWAYS telling OTHER PEOPLE that they can still win- they’ve just gotta be faster, cuz that’s been his method his whole life. Be faster than your mistakes, be stronger than you realise. He tells this to Ada, Ashley and Leon and eventually he tells it to himself

Then this big portion I imagine is him riding the high of thinking he’ll make it out alive. That he can have one more adventure as don Quixote with his Sancho- defeating giants and cracking jokes etc etc. he reminisces on what he’s done but he’s riding that euphoria that he’ll make it out (think like when he turns around to face Leon and says “we made it all this way- you know it means we’re almost-)

This one honestly kind of reminds me of him running into his lab to get the treatment, always throwing himsled in danger to save others- but it also reminds me of his he’s literally struggling to breathe and stand while shooting Krauser. One last stand. But whose gonna be there to save HIM when HES suffocating

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[writing--whore]

The Art of Survival - Chapter Two

Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader (set in The Hunger Games)

Chapter summary: When the Reader is stung by trackerjackers, mutant wasps who cause their victims to hallucinate, she is placed in a vulnerable position where anything could happen to her. When Luis finds her staggering through the woods, will he be a friend or foe???

Word count: 3k

Warnings: graphic depiction of violence (some of the violence is committed against you), hallucinations.

A/N: lmk if you want me to give a list of all of the Spanish translations?? But I will say that conejita = little bunny.

Part One - Part Two

Several days into the games, Luis had managed to set up shelter in a hidden cave. He kept away from people for the most part, only venturing out to forage for food. He’d only run into another person once.

He was exploring the terrain outside his cave when he heard a twig snap uncomfortably close behind him. 

A contestant raised a sharpened tree branch to stab him and, as Luis turned, the shiv pierced his shoulder. Pain burst through him but he’d experienced far worse. 

Coming at him with nothing but a shiv had been a foolish move. In a heartbeat, Luis trapped the contestant in a headlock. The constant wriggled, panting as he tried to pry Luis’ hands off. With a twist of his hands, the contestant’s thick neck cracked. The contestant’s limbs went still and Luis threw them to the floor. 

He cursed as he made his way back to the cave. The wound itself wouldn’t do much to weaken him. But he was certainly going to get an infection. 

He ran his hand through his hair. The odds of him winning against the strongest opponents here were slim. The odds were even smaller now he would have to fight them through a fever. 

The sun was beginning to set when he returned to his cave. He prayed to whatever God was listening that all of the opponents could just kill each other while he hid here. But he knew that would never happen. Only the most vicious opponents would be left standing and they would find him. With an infection, he stood no chance. 

Some sort of God answered his prayers. A thud sounded outside his cave and, pipe in hand, he went to investigate. It was a package from his sponsor. He ripped it open to find medical supplies. He could fall to his knees with relief. 

As he poured rubbing alcohol down over his wound, he silently thanked Ada. He almost dropped the bottle when music blared outside. It was time to announce the fallen tributes. 

The loud music wasn’t the reason why his whole body went taught, his hands slightly trembling. It was because he was waiting to see her face light up in the night sky among the other dead tributes. His chest wound tighter with each face, sure that the next one would be hers. 

The projector shut off. He released a shuddering breath. She wasn’t dead yet. But that didn’t make him feel any better. 

He wondered how scared she was right now, fighting for her life day after day. Time moved so slowly here. 

Maybe he should have left her to die on the first day. Then she wouldn’t have had to suffer. 

He didn't even know her, he thought - angry at himself for placing so much emotional importance on a stranger. But she was more than a stranger, she represented innocence, something he had lost years ago. He hated to see it being taken from her. 

No, seeing her face light up among the night stars would be a mercy. If by some miracle, she survived, that meant he would have to kill her himself. 

He prayed there could be a version of events where he didn’t have to see her face again. 

Too many of his prayers had been answered and now his luck had run out; he had ventured outside to collect some water from the stream when he heard a shriek that cut to his very core. Dread gripped him by the throat. He recognised that scream.

~~~

Y/N had not been entirely honest when she’d told the adjudicators and fellow contestants that she possessed no skills. She wanted to keep some tricks up her sleeve, thinking it would give her an advantage if she was underestimated. 

Crime rates were high in district 2 and she had taught herself how to fight with a knife, and even how to throw them. Although, she was sure throwing knives at a wooden target was much different to lodging them into a flesh. She was yet to find out for certain. Her sponsor had sent her a set of knives but her instincts kept choosing flight over fight. 

Her second talent was her knowledge of animals, it calmed her to read about them. And so she elected to sleep beneath a trackerjack nest, knowing how to be around them without disturbing them and hoping the sight of one would deter opponents from approaching. 

Approaching voices startled her away. A group of contestants caught sight of her and instantly sped towards her. 

She surprised herself by how quickly she reacted. She hurled a knife at the nest and rolled away. The nest hurtled through the air and crashed to the floor. Angry trackerjackers fled from their home and swarmed the group of contestants. They screamed and tried to swat the mutant wasps away. Y/N took this as her opportunity to run. 

The trackerjackers’ stingers jabbed every inch of the group's exposed skin. Through gritted teeth, one of the girls nocked an arrow. She wasn’t going to let Y/N get away unscathed. With shaking hands, she released it into the air. 

Letting out a cry, Y/N keeled over onto her knees. The arrow had lodged in the back of her leg. A second sting stabbed her in the neck, this one from a trackerjacker. 

The archer wasn’t done yet. Now that Y/N was an unmoving target, she aimed a second arrow straight at Y/N’s back, knowing it would pierce her heart. A trackerjacker stung her in the eye and she screamed as she released the arrow. 

Tears burst free from Y/N’s eyes as the arrow sliced into her thigh. She had never felt pain like this before. Even through the shock, she could feel the pain pulse through the tendons in her legs with an indescribable fire. But she couldn’t afford to be weak, she needed to keep moving before she got stung or shot at again. 

She pushed herself to her feet with gritted teeth. The arrow heads carved deeper into her flesh with each step. 

A second trackerjacker stabbed her in the arm, and then a third. She cursed under her breath and picked up her pace, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, brows drawing down in agony.

She had already known it was likely the trackerjackers would turn on her if she were to set them on her opponents. It was the best plan she could come up with. She had known their venom would cause her to hallucinate. She just hadn’t planned on there being arrows lodged into her leg at the same time. And despite having days to think about what her plan would be if she were to get stung and start hallucinating, she hadn’t managed to come up with anything better than fleeing to safety and praying she didn’t run into anyone. 

The greens of the forest grew more vivid, the first sign that the hallucinations were kicking in. She would have thought it looked beautiful if she wasn’t in so much danger. She glanced over her shoulder to find that none of her attackers were pursuing her. That was something at least.

She slowed down and leaned against a rock for a moment. She couldn’t keep walking with long arrow shafts dangling from her leg, slowing her down. And God forbid what would happen if she were to fall onto her back. Before the hallucinations got worse, she needed to snap the end of the arrows off. 

With a deep, strained breath, she took hold of the first one and snapped it in half. The force reverberated through her leg and she bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. 

Fractals and strange blobs started to fill her vision as she took hold of the second arrow. She didn’t think she could handle anymore pain but it was necessary. 

She took a few more deep breaths to steady her shaking hands. This snap was clumsier than the last, driving the arrowhead deeper. She wasn’t able to stop the cry that left her lips this time. 

The world started to turn and twist around her. Hallucinations mixed with an overwhelming amount of pain was not a fun combination. Blood gushed in great waterfalls down her legs and she prayed she didn’t pass out from blood loss. 

Part of her wanted to give up but she steeled herself. Pushing away from the rock, she stumbled onwards. She needed to put a bit more distance between herself and the group that had ambushed her, if any of them had survived the swarm of trackerjackers. 

Voices murmured in the distance behind her. She kept whipping her head behind herself and kept finding nothing. There was no way of knowing whether it was real or imagined. She quickened her pace regardless. One benefit of the trackerjacker poison was that the pain in her leg was starting to give way, she could hardly feel her body anymore, it was almost as if she was floating. 

But then the voices sounded like they were coming from in front of her. She paused. No, they were coming from all around her, she was surrounded. She held a knife out in defence. 

The voices turned to laughter. Then someone touched her shoulder. She spun around to find nothing but the air. Fuck. She was so vulnerable like this, not being able to discern reality. 

Her vision grew blurry at the edges and she tried to blink it away to no avail. She spun slowly in a circle, not wanting to take the chance that the laughter wasn’t a hallucination. Somehow everything seemed to slow, moving at half the speed it should, the leaves leaving trails of motion as she spun. Then everything suddenly changed into 2x speed as the trees zoomed past her and she lost balance, her feet falling out from under her. 

Strong hands caught her, keeping her from hitting the ground. Those hands were most certainly real. 

She screamed and thrashed but the hands kept a firm grip on her, caging her in close to her attacker’s body.

“Keep your voice down.” A male voice instructed. 

At the mercy of this man, she was almost certainly dead. All that she could do now was alert others of the location of this man and doom him too. And so she screamed again. 

“Hijo de puta.” He muttered under his breath and clamped a hand over her mouth. 

Her eyes shot open wide. This was it. She was about to be murdered. Panic drowned her brain but she had the sense to at least try to pull his hands away from her. That’s when she remembered she was holding a knife. The venom was making her body feel weird - liquidy -; she could hardly tell where her body ended and his began. But she gave it her best shot, wildly driving the knife behind herself. 

When the hands loosened from her and he exclaimed, “Mierda”, she knew she’d done the trick. 

She staggered forwards on her gelatinous legs but a hand clutched her wrist. She whirled around to face him and her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was. It was the man who had attacked those district 9 kids, he was back to finish the job. 

She tried to twist her hand to stab him in the wrist but he squeezed hard and she dropped the knife to the forest floor. 

Her body shook hard in tandem with her racing heart. He was among the list of contestants she was most afraid of. 

“If you could just calm down for un momento, I am trying to help you.” 

Help her? Why would anyone want to help her? This was a trick. 

She tried to pry his hand off her, digging her feet into the dirt as she pulled. 

He sighed and easily grabbed her other wrist. She gasped and knew she was well and truly helpless.

He caught sight of her dilated pupils; he had been fairly certain that she was hallucinating when he’d found her spinning around in a circle for a good few minutes but getting a good look at her confirmed his suspicions. 

“You’re hallucinating, my friend, and you’re badly injured. Stop fighting and let me help you.”

He called her his friend? This had to be a trap. Her worst fear had been dying but when humans were trapped in an arena together with no laws, she started to realise worse things could happen to her than death. 

The edges of her vision went from blurry to dark, leaving nothing but Luis’ face. She could physically feel the poison gripping her harder, shuddering through her veins. It was scrambling her thoughts. For a moment, she forgot her situation, she forgot her fear. Her mouth hung slightly agape as she stared at the man in front of her. She marvelled at how beautiful his face was, how strong his body was. Her thoughts snapped back to reality when she remembered strong equals dangerous. 

Her legs spurred back into action, trying to push away from him, trying to kick at his legs. But her legs gave out from under her. His strong arms kept her upright. 

“Dios mios.” He exclaimed at her unrelenting fight. “I am not your enemy, conejita.” 

Coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to trust him, he would have to change his tactics.  Now that she’d repeatedly alerted others of their location, they couldn’t waste another second. 

“I am sorry about this.” He said as he gently let her drop to the floor. 

With deft fingers, he ripped some fabric from his shirt and tied it around her mouth just as she was about to let out another scream.

“I am very, very sorry.” He said again, guilt pooling in his abdomen. 

With a grunt, he lifted her up and threw her around his shoulders so the side of her body was pressed against his neck, her head was dangling over one shoulder and her legs were dangling over the other. He wrapped his hand around the back of her legs, careful to avoid the arrow heads, and clasped her wrists in the other. He trudged as quickly as he could back to his cave, praying he was fast enough to evade any pursuers. 

The trackerjacker poison made her limbs absolutely useless. She was helpless prey. But all the while, she let out muffled screams, it was all she could muster and she wasn’t ready to give up, even as her heavy eyelids started to droop and everything went dark. 

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a cave floor with a handsome stranger kneeling in front of her. She stared at him blankly, unable to piece together what was going on. 

“I’m sorry I had to carry you here. But I promise I’m here to help you. Run if you want but I have this.” He held up his medical supplies. “And I intend on patching you up.”

She looked down at the arrowheads jutting out of her leg. Her eyebrows pulled down. How did that happen? And why couldn’t she feel a thing?

“Just don’t scream, okay? For the love of God, I’m fairly fond of this hideout.”

His hand seemed to glide through the air in slow motion as he reached to pull the gag off her mouth. She hadn’t even realised it was there. 

When she made no attempt to scream, he sighed with relief. 

“Okay, excelente.”

Her bleary eyes focused on his face. God, he was absolutely beautiful. Misty grey eyes, a strong nose, sharp cheekbones and perfect stubble. She wanted to reach out and stroke his face.

“I’m going to take these out of your legs now, okay? It’s going to hurt like hell but I need you to be quiet for me, do you think you can do that?”

She didn’t reply. His words were meaningless, she was fully entranced by his murky, almond-shaped eyes. 

He waved a hand in front of her face. 

“Huh?” She asked.

“Listen carefully, conejita, you are injured. I am going to help you. It will hurt but you will be able to take it. I just need you to make as little noise as possible, okay?”

“I’m injured?” She drawled.

“Si, mi amiga.” 

He could facepalm but admittedly, there was something cute about her delirium, or at least it was much more preferable to when she was trying to stab him. 

“Can you hold my hand?” 

“Si.”

She gripped his warm hand as he gripped the first arrowhead and started to drag it out. A strange sensation rippled through her body. It wasn’t painful perse, just deeply uncomfortable. 

“You’re doing so well.” He praised, his words causing something strange to flutter in her abdomen. 

The second arrow was a breeze now she knew what to expect. Her eyelids grew heavy again. She barely felt a thing as he disinfected the wounds and wrapped a bandage around them.

He lightly slapped her leg when he was done. “You’re all patched up now. You can rest here tonight, sleep the poison off.”

She’d been poisoned? But she felt fine, euphoric even.

“Whatever you say, handsome.” She giggled. 

That comment caught him off guard and he blamed her words on the poison. He just shook his head and laughed it off. 

She watched with excitement as he removed his jacket and was disappointed when he simply rolled it up and placed it underneath her head as a pillow. 

“Sleep well, conejita.” 

His words gave her permission to let go, and she fell into the black nothingness of exhaustion. 

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[ombuarchitecture]

CASA NAMORA

By David Bilo & Filipe Pina

GONÇALO, PORTUGAL

Situated in a natural shelter of a valley at the foot of the Serra da Estrela, close to the parish of Gonçalo, in a place also known locally by the name of Mora, this agricultural property has approximately 18ha of area, and is surrounded by a dense pine tree forest. (...)

The name NaMora has a double meaning in Portuguese. It refers to the location of the project, where “Na Mora” would translate into “In Mora” (Mora being the place where the property lies), but “namora” in Portuguese means literally “flirt” or “date”. (...)

Inside, we sought the neutrality given by the simplicity and purity of the materials and by the illusion of the absence of detail. The idea of interiority translates into openings towards landscapes, frames, and courtyards strategically located.

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#Architecture #Gonçalo #PORTUGAL #Mora #agricultural property #pine tree forest #granite built #mid-twentieth century #morphology of the land #characterized by the existence of several terraces #new volumes of concrete were created and implanted in an existing terrace #farm #namora #CASA NAMORA #David Bilo #Filipe Pina #farm’s activities #neutrality given by the simplicity and purity of the materials #openings towards landscapes #frames and courtyards strategically located.

[mapsontheweb]

Terceira Island is one of nine volcanic islands in the Azores archipelago. The island straddles the Mid-Atlantic Ridge at a triple junction, an uncommon type of plate boundary where three divergent ridges meet.

Lying in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean about 1,400 kilometers (870 miles) off Portugal’s coast, the Azores archipelago is an autonomous region comprised of nine islands and home to almost a quarter million people. The islands are clustered in three groups in a chain spanning 600 kilometers (370 miles) across the Mid-Ocean Ridge. The westernmost island group lies on the North American tectonic plate, while the central and eastern groups lie on the Eurasian plate.

The islands of the Azores began to form about 10 million years ago over a mantle hotspot, similar to the formation of the Hawaiian Islands. However, unlike Hawai'i, which lies in the middle of a tectonic plate, the Azores lie on the edge.

The North American, Eurasian, and African plates meet to form the Azores triple junction— an uncommon type of plate boundary where three divergent ridges meet. (Most triple junctions involve a subduction zone where plates converge.) The North American and Eurasian plates are moving apart at a rate of 2 to 5 centimeters (0.75 to 2 inches) per year, an average speed for a spreading center. The Eurasian and African plates, however, are diverging at a hyperslow rate of 2 to 4 millimeters (0.08 to 0.16 inches) per year along the 550-kilometer (340-mile) Terceira Rift.

The rift passes through the island of Terceira, shown in the above image, which was acquired on January 3, 2020, by the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8. This 400-square-kilometer island in the central Azores first formed about 400,000 years ago. At the western end, Serra de Santa Bárbara rises to the island’s highest point at 1,021 meters (3,350 feet) above sea level.

Nearly a quarter of the island, which is dominated by forests and grasslands, has been designated as protected nature reserves. These include Biscoito da Ferraria Natural Forest Reserve in the north and Serra de Santa Bárbara in the west.

This detailed view shows the volcanic features of Serra de Santa Bárbara. The peak includes a double caldera, which formed from summit collapses 25,000 and 15,000 years ago. Also visible are small lava domes that formed on the eastern flank in 1761 during the last volcanic eruption to occur on land on Terceira.

The flanks of the volcano are covered by agricultural fields and pastures. The Azores are famous for the production of wine and tea, as well as cattle, which were brought by settlers in the 15th century. When the armadas of the Iberian empires ruled the seas, the Azores were a port of respite and resupply for ships in the mid-Atlantic. This was made possible by a deep-water anchorage at Angra do Heroísmo (“Bay of Heroism”). The harbor is sheltered by Monte Brasil, an extinct, 200-meter-tall volcanic cone attached to the south shore of the island. The second-largest town is Praia da Vitória (“Beach of Victory”). Both towns were named by Queen Maria II in the early 1830s to commemorate victories in the Portuguese civil war.

The island’s most recent volcanic activity occurred underwater on the Serreta Volcanic Ridge, which lies about 10 kilometers (6 miles) west of the island. That eruption started in December 1998 and continued through March 2000. During this eruption, a submarine plume emitted basalt balloons. These hot blobs of basaltic lava contain volcanic gases that expand, causing the lava balls to inflate and float to the surface. Once the gas dissipates and the lava is quenched by seawater, the newly formed igneous rocks sink back to the seafloor.

NASA Earth Observatory images by Lauren Dauphin, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Sara E. Pratt.

#maps #tw #azores #islands #satellite images

[sirrentxt]

It's just a few days past graduation, well into the night, and he's walking home through pouring rain and familiar tight streets—taking shortcuts wherever he can because the leather on his back keeps soaking up water, heavier by the minute—when he finds himself stopping for shelter under a small roof. Nearly bumps into a man already standing there; blonde, sunglasses, fancy suit, a black coat reaching his ankles. Luis can't help but think it's weird; with how few lamps are around and in working condition, if he were the one wearing shades, he wouldn't be able to see shit in the absolute downpour.

“Raining jugs tonight, eh?” He pitches, brushing wet hair out of his face to take a better look at the man.

“Quite,” says the stranger and reaches into his suit jacket. A silent beat passes before he extends a hand towards Luis, a silver cigarette case gleaming in his hand, open. “Care for a smoke?”

Luis is not one to turn down that offer.

They smoke in silence for some time, listening to the rain beating down the tin roof over their heads, but Luis keeps curiously watching the blond in the corner of his eye. The man has a certain way about him—an accent, a prowl, a presence; a heavy step in the way he stands unmoving under the roof while Luis keeps switching legs.

“You from around here, señor?” He asks eventually between drags.

“Afraid not.”

Luis chuckles.

“Not the best hour to be out in these parts, you know.”

“Is it?”

“Mm. Not many locals here as charming as myself.”

A smile ghosts over the stranger's face, the intention behind it a mystery to Luis.

“How unfortunate.”

A thrill runs up Luis' spine like a warning. Minutes later, he'll ignore it in favor of inviting the man over, the danger of it all not once crossing his mind; convinced the way the conversation was going was some particularly tricky flirting.

The stranger will follow.

He'll play along, suddenly unsure of the ground beneath his feet. At first, when Luis offers him tea; then, after he declines, when Luis appears right in his face, persistent eyes and a sly smile. A hand running down his side, stopping at his hip. Luis circling him—“May I take your jacket, señor?”—then sliding it off his shoulders, carefully putting it aside. Circling back around, raising an eyebrow at his side arm—“Not from around here but not your regular tourist either, eh, señor?” “Albert.” “Well, señor Albert”—one of Luis' hands stopping at the man's hip, the other finding his belt loops and yanking him closer—“any other surprises you've got in store for me?”

luis serra x albert wesker // chance encounters

#snippets #wip #luis serra #luis serra navarro #albert wesker #resident evil #weskerra #man i don't know about their ship name i wish it sounded better.. #anyway here's a little something #''wesker personally scouts a promising spanish student to get him to work for umbrella'' #i have thoughts about them and maybe one day i'll share more of them #love being a rarepair enjoyer. i sure can pair rare!!

[amazingarchitecturewebsite]

NaMora House by Filipe Pina @fp_architectures + David Bilo, @dbilo.arq, A love story between granite and concrete in a Portuguese farmhouse Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Ivo Tavares Studio @ivotavaresstudio. Filipe Pina + David Bilo: Situated in a natural shelter of a valley at the foot of the Serra da Estrela, close to the parish of Gonçalo, in a place also known locally by the name of Mora, this agricultural property has approximately 18ha of area, and is surrounded by a dense pine tree forest… #casa #pool #portugal #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Gonçalo, Guarda, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce-LQ1UMmcL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[theuncannytruthteller]

Dandara

Dandara was an Afro-Brazilian warrior of the colonial period of Brazil. She was married to Zumbi dos Palmares and had three children.

Described as a hero, Dandara dominated the techniques of capoeira and fought many battles alongside men and women to defend Palmares, the place where escaped slaves would go to live safely. Palmares was established in the 17th century in the Serra da Barriga, in the state of Alagoas, because it was difficult to access the area due to its dense vegetation.

It is unknown if she was born in Brazil or in Africa. When she was a young girl, she joined a group of Afro-Brazilians to fight against slavery in Brazil. She helped create strategies to protect Palmares. Dandara was known as a fighter, but she also had interests in hunting and agriculture. She planted corn, mandioca, beans, sweet potatoes, sugar cane, and bananas.

The people of Palmares, known as Palmarinos, produced tools for agriculture and weapons for war. They also worked with wood, ceramics, and metals. Initially, all of the activities and work of the Palmarinos was to create their self-sustaining community, but some did trades with villages and mills in the region.

Attacks to Palmares became frequent starting in 1630, with the Dutch invasion in Brazil. According to the stories regarding Dandara, she had an important role in making her husband cut ties with his uncle Ganga-Zumba, who was the first big chief of Quilombo dos Palmares. In 1678, Ganga-Zumba signed a peace treaty with the government of the state of Permambuco. The treaty stated that people of Palmares who had been arrested were to be released. Also, all those born in Palmares were to be free people, not slaves, and they were granted permission to engage in commerce. In exchange, the people of Palmares had to hand to the authorities runaway slaves that went there for shelter. Dandara and Zumbi dos Palmares are said to have opposed the deal because it did not end slavery. Ganga-Zumba was killed by one of the Palmarinos who opposed his proposal.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Terceira Island, Azores Lying in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean about 1,400 kilometers (870 miles) off Portugal’s coast, the Azores archipelago is an autonomous region comprised of nine islands and home to almost a quarter million people. The islands are clustered in three groups in a chain spanning 600 kilometers (370 miles) across the Mid-Ocean Ridge. The westernmost island group lies on the North American tectonic plate, while the central and eastern groups lie on the Eurasian plate. The islands of the Azores began to form about 10 million years ago over a mantle hotspot, similar to the formation of the Hawaiian Islands. However, unlike Hawai'i, which lies in the middle of a tectonic plate, the Azores lie on the edge. The North American, Eurasian, and African plates meet to form the Azores triple junction— an uncommon type of plate boundary where three divergent ridges meet. (Most triple junctions involve a subduction zone where plates converge.) The North American and Eurasian plates are moving apart at a rate of 2 to 5 centimeters (0.75 to 2 inches) per year, an average speed for a spreading center. The Eurasian and African plates, however, are diverging at a hyperslow rate of 2 to 4 millimeters (0.08 to 0.16 inches) per year along the 550-kilometer (340-mile) Terceira Rift. The rift passes through the island of Terceira, shown in the above image, which was acquired on January 3, 2020, by the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8. This 400-square-kilometer island in the central Azores first formed about 400,000 years ago. At the western end, Serra de Santa Bárbara rises to the island’s highest point at 1,021 meters (3,350 feet) above sea level. Nearly a quarter of the island, which is dominated by forests and grasslands, has been designated as protected nature reserves. These include Biscoito da Ferraria Natural Forest Reserve in the north and Serra de Santa Bárbara in the west. This detailed view shows the volcanic features of Serra de Santa Bárbara. The peak includes a double caldera, which formed from summit collapses 25,000 and 15,000 years ago. Also visible are small lava domes that formed on the eastern flank in 1761 during the last volcanic eruption to occur on land on Terceira. The flanks of the volcano are covered by agricultural fields and pastures. The Azores are famous for the production of wine and tea, as well as cattle, which were brought by settlers in the 15th century. When the armadas of the Iberian empires ruled the seas, the Azores were a port of respite and resupply for ships in the mid-Atlantic. This was made possible by a deep-water anchorage at Angra do Heroísmo (“Bay of Heroism”). The harbor is sheltered by Monte Brasil, an extinct, 200-meter-tall volcanic cone attached to the south shore of the island. The second-largest town is Praia da Vitória (“Beach of Victory”). Both towns were named by Queen Maria II in the early 1830s to commemorate victories in the Portuguese civil war. The island’s most recent volcanic activity occurred underwater on the Serreta Volcanic Ridge, which lies about 10 kilometers (6 miles) west of the island. That eruption started in December 1998 and continued through March 2000. During this eruption, a submarine plume emitted basalt balloons. These hot blobs of basaltic lava contain volcanic gases that expand, causing the lava balls to inflate and float to the surface. Once the gas dissipates and the lava is quenched by seawater, the newly formed igneous rocks sink back to the seafloor. NASA Earth Observatory images by Lauren Dauphin, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Sara E. Pratt.

#space #science #earth observatory #nasa #news #Azores

[europeas20]

Unmissable Galicia Holidays in Spain: Top Activities and Best Hotel Deals

#DiscoverGalicia #GaliciaAdventures #ExploreGalicia #GaliciaNature #VisitGalicia Galicia, located in the northwest corner of Spain, offers an enchanting blend of natural beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture, making it a perfect holiday destination. Whether you’re seeking picturesque coastal scenery, lush green landscapes, or charming medieval towns, Galicia has something for every traveler.

One of Galicia’s most famous attractions is the Camino de Santiago, a historic pilgrimage route culminating at the stunning Santiago de Compostela Cathedral. This UNESCO World Heritage Site attracts visitors from all over the world, not only for its spiritual significance but also for its architectural splendor. Walking the Camino offers a unique opportunity to explore Galicia’s diverse landscapes, from rugged coastlines to serene forests and rolling hills.

Galicia’s coastline, known as the Rías Baixas, is renowned for its breathtaking beauty and pristine beaches. The region's unique rías, or coastal inlets, provide sheltered waters perfect for swimming, sailing, and other water sports. Some of the most popular beaches include Playa de Rodas on the Cíes Islands, often considered one of the best beaches in the world, and Playa de Carnota, famous for its vast stretches of white sand and clear waters.

The region’s capital, Santiago de Compostela, is a must-visit with its historic old town, lively markets, and vibrant nightlife. Stroll through the narrow streets lined with ancient buildings, enjoy tapas in a traditional Galician tavern, and immerse yourself in the local culture. Don't miss the chance to try Galicia’s culinary specialties, such as pulpo a la gallega (Galician-style octopus), empanada, and the famous Albariño wine from the local vineyards.

For nature enthusiasts, Galicia offers numerous natural parks and hiking trails. The Fragas do Eume Natural Park, with its dense Atlantic forest, and the Serra da Capelada, home to some of the highest cliffs in Europe, are perfect for those who love outdoor adventures. The region’s varied terrain also makes it an ideal destination for cycling and bird watching.

Galicia is steeped in history and tradition, evident in its many festivals and celebrations. The Festival of St. James, held in Santiago de Compostela, is one of the most important cultural events in Spain, featuring parades, music, and fireworks. Additionally, the Rapa das Bestas in Sabucedo, where wild horses are rounded up and groomed, showcases the region’s unique cultural heritage.

A holiday in Galicia promises a blend of historical exploration, natural beauty, and cultural richness. From the spiritual journey of the Camino de Santiago to the stunning beaches and vibrant local festivals, Galicia offers an unforgettable experience for every type of traveler. Discover this hidden gem in Spain and create lasting memories in one of Europe’s most enchanting regions.

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History

Casa do Penedo is located in the Serra de Fafe, more specifically in the Union of Várzea Cova and Moreira do Rei, municipality of Fafe, in the northern region of Portugal, dimensions that integrate the very structure of the house.

Inaugurated on October 13, 1974, with an unusual building mode (initiated by the roof), it was designed to be perfectly integrated into the landscape and to serve as a family shelter. Its unique location allows for an unusual communion with nature, here we can observe and interact with native species of our fauna and flora, stargaze or simply enjoy the peace and clean mountain air.

Recently considered as the strangest house in the world, Casa do Penedo has seen its name and image reach the four corners of the world, attracting both curious as well as architectural experts and nature lovers.

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Permaculture, Kids, and Off-Grid Life in Alto Alentejo, Portugal

This is a family of six with children aged between 2 and 10 years old. A few years back, they embarked on a European journey in their old camper and stumbled upon their current land by chance in the tranquil Serra de Sao Mamede. Amongst the olive trees and ancient cork oaks, they launched their 100% off-grid permaculture project. Their primary objective is to lead an environmentally sustainable and self-sufficient lifestyle, minimizing their ecological footprint. Their efforts involve gradually developing a permaculture food forest, experimenting with syntropic/agroforest systems, and transforming their land into a thriving and balanced ecosystem. While there are numerous tasks requiring continuous maintenance, they currently seek assistance with wood constructions, watering, garden mulching, bed maintenance, and food preservation. As a homeschooling family, they emphasize a respectful and mindful coexistence, taking into account the needs of each member. Workdays may vary depending on weather conditions and family dynamics. They openly invite individuals, friends, couples, and other families to join their venture, regardless of their handicraft or gardening skills. Spending quality time with the kids, participating in creative projects, making music, or exploring various passions are all highly appreciated. Volunteers are treated like family members during their stay, actively engaging in daily routines and connecting with like-minded individuals and families from the region. Given the lively and occasionally hectic family life, adaptability and self-reliance are crucial qualities for volunteers. Their property is conveniently close to a quaint rural Portuguese village, accessible by a quick 5-minute bike ride. The village offers two small supermarkets, a bakery, and a few cafes with free Wi-Fi, providing essential supplies. For leisurely swims and relaxation, a spacious lake is just a 20-minute bike ride away. Types of help and learning opportunities - Language practice - Help with Eco Projects - Teaching - Gardening - DIY and building projects - Farmstay help - Babysitting and creative play - General Maintenance Cultural exchange and learning opportunities You will have the opportunity to immerse yourself fully in the off-grid farming life in rural Portugal! We are delighted to share our knowledge of permaculture farming, composting, and gardening, using various techniques. Additionally, you can learn about alternative building methods like wood, clay, and straw construction, and currently, we are exploring jurt building as well. The region itself offers a lot to explore, with its old medieval towns, scenic hiking and biking trails, and several lakes and rivers perfect for swimming. Help Currently, our primary focus for assistance includes watering, hands-on work with wood constructions like building a jurt and shelters, collecting hay from the fields, mulching the garden and trees, maintaining vegetable beds, and preserving food for the winter season. Languages - German: Fluent - English: Fluent - Portuguese: Intermediate This host offers a language exchange We are always happy to practice more portuguese - but every other language as well :) Accommodation They can offer a caravan with space for two adults (and even two kids if needed), complete with a small kitchen and sitting area. Alternatively, if preferred, there's always room to stay with their tent or camper. Basic food provisions like grains, vegetables, and fruits will be happily provided. However, if anyone has specific dietary preferences or requirements, they are welcome to bring their own food. Generally, they cook lunch for everyone and enjoy a communal meal together. As for breakfast and dinner, arrangements can be tailored to suit individual needs and preferences. Hours expected - Maximum 4-5 hours a day, 5 days a week Learn More: https://www.workaway.info/en/host/822745546255 Read the full article