#ECS Fortunate

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Only had 12 slots so did not include NX-01, Archer's Toy ship, Nomad, Ares IV (which eaglemoss never produced, get on that next company) and Friendship One, but I am always thinking about them

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ECS Fortunate by Bobby Bonchune

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Mad #266 (October 1986) by EC

Written and drawn by the usual gang of idiots, cover by Mort Drucker.

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one of my classes this quarter keeps mentioning an orientation in the week one material and I’m very annoyed right now because I scoured my school email from the past month and a half and there is no sign of any communication related to an orientation so either there was no orientation or for some reason I didn’t hear about it

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Part 2: What Then?

I promise I have a life, but I couldn't help writing part 2 today! This takes place the same day as the "Development Day" when Syd and Carmy are thrown off by each other's answers during an ice breaker activity. Post-season 2. Feel-good fluff.

Photo Credit @drrav3nb /  drrav3nb.tumblr.com

"So those are the menu changes for Chicago Restaurant Week. If you have questions, feel free to ask me or Chef Sydney. You should also have an email from Natalie by later today. Okay, let's prep for night service!"

Carmy closed the meeting, grateful that it was finally over. He was no longer afraid of public speaking after rising in the ranks of various kitchens, but his mind was not in this ever since the ice breaker. He, Carmen Berzatto, had made Sydney's favorite meal ever? The last time he prepared the pork confit and the Milk and Honey dishes she mentioned was several years ago. Back then he was at Eleven Madison Park, a rising star on the culinary scene, who chain-smoked, slept 3 hours a night, and was berated by the EC daily. It was a nightmare peppered with flashes of genius. He was dying to ask her about it, but before he could get her attention Sydney had slipped into the kitchen.

He stared disappointed at the window that separated the dining area and kitchen.

"Hey Bear, what's up with you?" Richie said sidling up to him trying to follow his gaze.

"Nothing cousin."

"Yeah, right. I missed when it happened, but it seems like you crashed and had to reboot during the meeting. Then you were lost in Sydney-land. Want to talk about it?"

Carmy rubbed his eyes and raked his hands through his hair. When he used both hands, Richie knew without a doubt he had hit on something.

"First, cool it about Syd. That handout you gave us was really cute. And yes, there's something on my mind, but it's not for me to say."

Richie grinned and rubbed Carmy's shoulder.

"Fine, just get your head together because tonight is going to be loaded and it includes three anniversaries and a birthday. And second, you need to cool it about her or do something. It's like I'm living in The Wonder Years with Kevin and Winnie."

"What?"

"Oh, right. That's probably before your time. Kids!"

With that Richie sauntered over to the host stands to strategize with the wait staff and hosts.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sydney who had a thousand things to do, was adding at least a hundred more onto her plate. She didn't want to appear like she had a moment to spare. She and Carmy could talk at the end of the night as usual, without any eavesdropping. This would also give her time to think of an explanation as to why she never mentioned eating at Eleven Madison Park and that she wasn't a stalker who followed him to The Beef. To top off this awkward sundae, Carmy casually admitted his favorite part of the day was closing, the only time they are alone every day. She hoped no one else had connected the dots on that last part.

The afternoon and the night never went quicker to her chagrin. Even when one of the line cooks was sent home due to illness and a large group put in an order for 7 Fishes two minutes before tickets closed, she thought the night couldn't last long enough. Fortunately, Carmy seemed resigned to waiting and didn't look at her more than usual. In a flash service was over and no one was in the mood to hang around. By 11:00pm Sydney had cleaned her station for the third time and forced herself to go to Carm's office. He sat there pretending to do busy work, patiently waiting like a child who consoled himself that his parents wouldn't make him wait too long to open his Christmas presents.

"Hey Syd...it was a good night," he said softly not wanting to scare her away.

Sydney nodded and took a seat. Might as well get it over with it.

"Okay, yes. You made the best meal I've ever had. During a break at the CIA, I went to NYC and ate everywhere on my list, including Eleven Madison Park. It was a Wednesday night and I ordered several things including pork confit and Milk and Honey."

Sydney couldn't help closing her eyes and smiling at the memory. Her guard began to slip.

"Carm, it was like tasting my future and the best part of my past at the same time. I asked the waiter who made those dishes and he said Carmen Berzatto."

Carmen leaned forward on the desk. Whenever Sydney praised him, he felt like a cactus in an unexpected downpour. He wouldn't waste a single word. Her sunny existence and her belief in him sustained him during his dry seasons. He reached for her whenever he looked at the debt they still owed Uncle Cicero, when his mother finally visited The Bear and cried saying that he had erased Mikey, and even when their success seemed too good to be true. 

Sydney opened her eyes to find him looking at her in the way he had. It was terrifying because she had a very specific plan for her career. It also thrilled her, knowing the power she had over him. Five months ago, she had been begging for his focus and now she knew every her mood, glance, and word she spoke impacted him. Once for the fun of it during a slow night she stared at him until she drew his attention and smiled. He blushed, smiled back, came towards her without saying "corner", and crashed into one of the servers, sending three Michael cannoli to the floor. That was three months ago when she first realized something was going on with him. She'd refused to abuse her power since, going so far as to convince herself that she was overestimating his feelings. Then he said the best part of his day was closing. She hoped, well sort of hoped, that they could maintain this close, but not too close partnership and friendship without complications.

After a long pause Carmen sighed and sat back in his chair.

"So, how did you find me?"

"Well, like I said when we met, it was the job posting. I recognized your name and also The Beef from my dad taking me here."

She shrugged thoughtfully.

"It felt like it was meant to be. It gave me hope for the first time since Sheridan went under."

He nodded.

"It's really strange. You came here because I inspired you and the only reason, I felt capable of attempting something this big was because of you" he said gesturing to the ceiling.

"Yeah?" Sydney whispered.

"Yeah."

He stood up and walked around to sit on the desk facing her. Now, Sydney felt vulnerable looking up at him. It was so easy for him to unnerve her when he spoke this way, like under the table.

Carmy took one her hands and after a moment brought it to his lips.

"Thank you for telling me, Syd. It means a lot."

Sydney was unable to speak. Her throat had closed.

"Soon, is your one year work anniversary and I think we should celebrate."

She nodded.

Carmy set her hand down.

"It's late. I'll drive you home."

With that they left the office, gathered their stuff, and walked to his car in silence.

As they drove, Sydney attempted to talk herself down. Was that hand kiss, an Italian thing? Possibly. It also seemed like Carmy decided to do...something, but what? Worse, she was feeling like they had traded positions in mere seconds. She'd enjoyed having the upper hand. Oh, well. With a goodnight's rest she'd be back in form tomorrow. Maybe "accidentally" brush past him, or ask him to lift something heavy for her and comment on his strength. Then it would be game over for poor Carmy bear. For now, she wouldn't worry about the work anniversary. It was probably just going to be a cake Carm commissioned Marcus to bake.

Probably.    

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weird request but if you feel like writing it then please do.

tara and y/n r dating.

but when they’re at the museum ig, tara tells y/n to get out of there so she won’t get hurt, so when y/n had gone out of their way, Sam and Tara are fighting the ghostfaces and watches them reveal themselves.

after the ghostfaces has been revealed, Sam is fighting quinn and Tara Ethan, but out of the blue when Tara turns around, he isn’t there.

So when Tara hears something behind her grunting, she wastes no time turning around and stab the person in the mouth (like she did to ethan in the movie) bc ofc she automatically thinks the person behind her is ethan.

But when she turns around, the person she has stabbed is Y/n who was trying to come back and help them.

Tara panics and tries to tell herself it’s all okay and that y/n could be saved. but she couldn’t, so we die😀

Please write this bc I’m obsessed w the angst that you write. This is all just angst angst angst and angst, but I love it.

so I’m begging you to write it.

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: you get Ethan’ed :(

Warnings: Death, angst

WC: 1.1k

Authors note: it’s kinda short but I hope you like it and it’s up to your expectations anon :) sorry for any mistakes in advance.

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“You can’t stay here, you have to go.” Tara looked up at you. The fear she felt in her body was so immense. The fear of losing you to the hands of a ghostface. She almost had, the year prior to someone she considered a friend. A close friend. Amber had been her best friend and she almost killed you. You had gotten lucky. But the fear the moment you had fallen when the gun shot rang out. The feeling she felt when you didn’t move had been so overwhelming. Gut wrenching.

“What? I’m not-No Y/n listen to me. He is not going after you. He’s after Sam. And I won’t leave her-And I won’t leave you.” Tara knew better. You would never leave her willingly. But she had to find a way to make you leave.

“Y/n please. I won’t be able to live with myself or focus enough for me to do what I need to do. If I’m too worried about you. I could get Sam or even myself killed. Please baby. Please I’m begging you. Just go get help. Find Mindy. I need you safe.” She had reached forward, cupping your cheeks in her hands. The softness of your cheeks had always soothed her. Your voice was also something she loved to listen to. Even when you were speaking nonsense. Also sounding so soothing.

“Baby, Tar I can’t just leave you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself either if something happened to you.”

The feeling of your arms wrapping around her body, pulling her closer you your chest. Tara moved her arms to wrap around your neck. She held you close. Loving the feeling of safety you have always brought her.

“You have to, let me go. Trust that I’ll be fine. And I can hold my own.” She looked up to your eyes. She would always get lost in your soft y/ec eyes. She could see the fight in your eyes, the way you were battling with your self to argue with her. She knew you so well. Which was why she knew she was asking a lot of you to leave.

“I’ll be back as soon as I get help. I promise ghostface won’t even know what hit him. Please be okay. Don’t let your guard down okay. No matter what happens. Okay?”

“I promise.” Tara felt a small sense of relief wash over her. Knowing that you’d be safe. Knowing that you’d be out of harms way. It was all she could ask for. The way you looked down at her, it was a way only she had the fortune to be looked at. The way your eyes always show cased your emotions for her. The love she’d see, every time she looked at them. It was something she could never get over. The way your eyes always spoke to her in way that only she could understand. You were her rock. Her anchor.

Ghostface will never hurt you. She’ll make sure of it. That bitch would have to get through her.

“Good, I’ll see you soon okay. I love you.”

“I love you to.” And she does. It was why she was sending you away. She loves you too much for you to be in this. Pulling you down for a kiss, a kiss that had been filled with so much emotions. Fear, a sense of hopefulness that everything would turn out okay. And most of all, love.

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Tara had been fighting Ethan. He had been a lot stronger than she had thought. He had thrown her through one of the show cases. She had felt the glass piercing different parts of her body. But the fear and the adrenaline had moving faster than ever. She clutched Billy’s knife in her hand. Turning around to the direction Ethan had once stood. But he was gone.

He was no longer standing where he once stood. Tara could feel the hairs on the back her neck standing at how quiet the theater got. The distant voices of Sam and Quinn talking. She held the knife up as she took a few steps forward, the glass under her shoes cracking and snapping from the pressure. The noise ringing in her ears.

At the sound of foot steps coming from behind her. She clutched the knife. Her grip tightening around the knife.

Don’t let your guard down.

The words rang through her mind. Your voice in her mind repeating the words over and over again.

Her arms moved before she could process what she was doing. Turning around at such a speed, the feeling of the knife going through who she thought was the mouth of Ethan. It was the mouth of

You.

Tara gasped her favorite pair of eyes were looking back at her. Wide filled with shock.

“No. No. No no.” The feeling of your weight falling into her arms was enough for her to drop to her knees. The sound of you chocking on your blood as you fell on your back.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She cried, she didn’t understand. You weren’t supposed to be here. Taking in the cut on the side of your temple. Making her believe you never made it out of the theater. Her ears refused to hear anything else other that sound of you chocking on your blood. The sight of you was becoming blurry.

She had stabbed you.

You.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Her voice coming out shaky, blinking away the tears as she looked into your eyes. At the sight tears blurred her vision again, her breathing becoming more erratic.

The gurgling that you made as you tried to say something. She could only watch as you’re eyes squeezed shut from the pain. The pain she had caused. Your eyes opening again she they looked up towards her. The unspoken words. They held no hate towards her. No betrayal towards her. The love in your eyes still shinning towards her.

“Stay with me.” She begged. Sobs escaping her lips as she took in the way your chest kept faltering. More sobs escaped her, completely unaware of the shots that rang throughout the theater.

The guilt growing more and more. The disbelief of what was happening was growing. The denial was growing. You were dying and it was because of her. Not ghostface.

The way your eyes faltered, your eyes losing the light that she loved. She began to shake her head violently.

“P-Please. No. P-Please baby. Stay with me.”

She had kept her guard up. But at what cost. Cause at the end it wasn’t ghostface that hurt you. It was her.

:(

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Pacify Him

(arven x reader ficlet)

(notes: kinda crackfic, less romantic, mostly humorous, academy shenanigans, reader and arven are adults, perspective shift but no first person pov lol; warnings: suggestive themes, spoilers re: clavell)

tagging @superstition13 and @wyverndollface96 for requesting and @snartalacarte for sending in that ask about arven content (✧∀✧)/

“It’s not what it looks like!” is quite possibly the worst thing you could have said in this situation.

Fortunately, it was not what you said.

Unfortunately, it was what Arven said.

A loud choking noise that could best be described as a mightyena’s laugh escapes Dendra. The rest of the professors whip their heads in her direction, which gives you a quick second to spare an incredulous look at Arven.

He returns a look that conveys, ‘I panicked.’

Not that what you two were doing goes against academy rules. There may have been some light… brawling, but neither of you really punched or kicked the other. Your little disagreement just escalated a tiny wee bit. It definitely did not require such an audience.

It went like this.

In preparation for midterms, the two of you commandeered the Home Ec room during free period. Arven, in particular, had been anxious to improve on his Meal Points. Within the first five minutes of your session, you had made one too many jokes at your classmate’s expense, and he retaliated by raising your ingredients above his head. In an attempt to secure your precious prosciutto, you may have tickled his surprisingly sensitive sides. With his free hand, he pushes you away in the face, and vision obscured, you wildly flail your arms. You’re not entirely sure with the details, but somehow you found yourself laying with your back flat against the tile floors caged between Arven’s arms.

Nurse Miriam almost sounds innocent, but you’ve hung out with her enough times to detect the twinkle in her eye. “What does it look like?”

Dendra cackles.

With that, Director Clavell ushers out the rest of the staff, save Professor Jacq. An almost strict parental aura emanates from the normally stoic man. Clavell turns his steely gaze at Arven which makes your companion honest-to-Arceus flinch. The gaze you’re given is somehow kinder.

“I know and trust that you two are sensible adults. I respect whatever choices you make regarding pursuing relations…,” he coughs. “Err- relationships.” You stifle a groan, and Arven stiffens in fear beside you. “However!” Clavell’s voice pitches up. “We have to respect that this is an institution for learning. Kindly display some decorum.” Almost like an afterthought, he adds, “Your dorm rooms are yours to use as you please.”

You’re nodding in an attempt to get him to move things quicker, but Arven would not shut his trap as word vomit after word vomit of “That’s not what—,” and “I would never—,” leaves his mouth.

This just serves to further incense Clavell. “Young man, do you see me a fool?”

The poor backtracking from Arven draws a sliver of pity from you, and you decide to put him out of his misery.

“Clive, my man.” Arven looks at you like you had gone absolutely mad, but Clavell stares curiously. “Me and this dude weren’t boning in here. Nor were we planning on boning.” The director has a poker face on, but you can see all his hostility earlier has vanished. “Bro, you know I’m a bit of a rebel — that’s why you and I vibe — but I would never do something so shameless.”

Arven gapes like a magikarp at the two of you. You’re patting the Director’s shoulder like you were best buds. The man is nodding enthusiastically, and whispering, “I see,” over and over again.

He flushes when you look back to send a quick wink, before sharing some (Oh, Arceus) ‘hot goss’ with Clavell— or Clive. He honestly didn’t know anymore.

A tap on his shoulder reminds him of another presence in the room. Professor Jacq is smiling sheepishly, Arven could only offer a grimace in return. The man’s next words slightly tempt Arven to just drop out of the academy forever.

“Misunderstanding aside. If either of you have any questions, remember that I’m not only your thesis advisor, but also a Biology professor.”

Unintentionally going in for the kill, he offhandedly mentions, “Oh, and Miriam texted me to remind you the nurse’s office has protection. Just ask.”

Right on cue, Arven realizes he had just stepped on some ham. Right. A deep sigh leaves him. Somehow, everyone seems to think you and Arven were making more than just sandwiches.

While picking up wasted ingredients, he flushes when he recalls how he had accidentally pinned you on the floor. The white tiles shine mockingly up at him. He focuses his gaze on the occasional pop of color alerting him of scattered bell peppers. He tries not to listen too attentively to your voice as you excitedly swap stories with Clavell and Jacq.

You were always good at that.

Winning over people naturally, that people knew who you were even before you met them. He was, after all, one of those people. Everyone knew who you were, and they all wanted to get to know you. Yet, despite that, you still pay attention to him. You could, by all accounts, have the more powerful and influential classmates eating at the palm of your hand, but here you are in an almost empty classroom essentially wasting time because he asked you to be here.

“Alrighty, y’all. Respectfully, get out! We got sandwiches to make, and a class to pass!”

Who even are you? Speaking to the staff in such a manner would have any other student marched down the steps of the academy, but the two older men simply jovially chuckle. Arven feels himself smile despite attempting to restrain it.

You walk back to your table, just as Arven is getting up. You offer him your hand, which he demurely accepts.

Smiling, you ask him, “What were we making again?”

He snorts. “Well according to the staff groupchat, a scene.”

You let out an even less dignified snort which draws a chuckle from your friend. Soon enough, you’re both deep in belly laughs to the point of tears.

Professor Saguaro doesn’t know what to do with himself upon returning and finding his two students heaving, and a table full of unused ingredients. A lone plated piece of bread sitting pathetically in the middle.

When Arven gets called out in class for not knowing the very thing you were meant to tutor him on, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He feels you kick him in the side from your seat. Nope. He does not mind at all.

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✨ Forget-Me-Not || Ch.2✨

Summary: Convinced by his two friends, Jake asks you out for a first date even though he promised himself not to fall in love with you- Or how a flower girl will try to heal a heart beyond repair.  (previous part)

Words: 2.8k

TW: Dad!Jake, light angst, a quick mention of suicide attempt but the rest is all fluff and a romantic first date

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Psss don't forget to reblog 💚

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“And you did what?”

“… I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper, placed Forget-Me-Not flowers on it, and hid it under a flowerpot.” 

Rooster starts laughing uncontrollably, slapping his thigh as one tear rolls down his scarred cheeks.

“Come on man, that’s so cheesy!” Rooster struggles to speak. He breaks down his sentence with stupid chuckles, “Aouch! Whaaat?!” He snaps at Shark when she painfully nudges him right in the ribs.

“Stop laughing dumbass, this is romantic. Far more romantic than getting your dick sucked in the backseat of your Bronco.” She rolls her pale blue eyes, trying to defend Jake the best she could. 

“Yeah, more romantic than my uncle being balls deep in you?” 

Jake buries his face in his hands, desperate. Here we go, he thought, they are fighting again.

“OH SHUT THE HELL UP BRADSHAW!! It happened once!”

“No, you shut the hell up!”

Jake spreads his fingers to look at the two idiots who are almost throwing hands in the middle of the coffee shop. Some clients glare at the three pilots, annoyed by all the noise they are making. He lets out a long exhale and slams the table with the palms of his hands to get Rooster and Shark’s attention. It seems to work.

“No, you both shut the hell up”, the chaotic idiots stop yelling at each other and come back to their senses. They focus on the blonde pilot again, like two kids who had just been yelled at by their father, “Seriously guys, I  really need your help. It’s been since my divorce that I haven’t flirted with a girl, and I feel like I should not do that.”

Rooster and Shark look at each other, concerned,  for Jake’s trembling tone reminds them of all the shit he has been through. 

“Okay Jake, I’m sorry.” Rooster finally says.

When they first met Hangman, he and Shark were pretty sure that nothing could break him. The arrogant and skilled pilot he was gave the unnerving impression he had always everything under control. Until his wife broke up and snatched his daughter from him. 

Then they saw Jake shattered into million of pieces, like a smashed glass bottle on the concrete. The night it happened, he had stopped answering his phone. After sending a myriad of messages and many failed attempts to call him, Rooster and Shark decided to look for Hangman, worried he could do something stupid. How right they were. When they found Jake, he was completely wasted. Drunk and hopeless, he was sitting on the edge of a bridge. His green eyes, usually shining with arrogance, were empty. Two glassy emeralds that had lost all their magnificence.

Fortunately, Rooster and Shark managed to get him on the safe side of the bridge but it took time to convince him. Would he have jumped? They never knew. But when they brought him to the safe side, Jake collapsed in their arms and burst into tears. He was crying his heart out.

“She took Amber away from me! She took my own fucking daughter away from me, oh my god…” 

He was saying it over and over again between heartbreaking sobs. From that awful night Jake made himself a promise: he will never fall in love again.

You had never been part of the plan, that is why the day he met you at your Aunt's flower shop shook all his soul to the core. He knew he was fucked as soon as your splendid Y/EC eyes dived into his green of his. He hesitated a lot before writing down his number on the piece of paper he left you. In fact, he had spent ten minutes looking at you through the shop’s window. Even Amber asked him why he was standing still, without uttering a single word. He finally decided to give it a try.

And here he was, asking advice from his two best friends because he has been chatting day and night with the flower girl he met a week ago. You.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Shark breaks the silence. Jake cannot help but raise a brow at her suggestion.

“I mean, your ex is a bitch I get it. But it does not mean you should not date other women.” 

“So that my heart gets stomped again?” He growls.

“No, no, Shark’s got a point. We don’t talk about serious relationships. Just ask her out and you’ll see. Don’t overthink, just have fun. No commitment, it’s just a date.” Rooster encourages him. Somehow, he means it. As counterproductive as it sounds, Brad was pretty sure spending time with a beautiful girl would alleviate Jake’s aching heart.

“But I can’t leave Amb-“

“We’ll take care of Amber. Come on Hangman, just ask her out. You said the flower girl was cute as heck and nice with Amber. I’m pretty sure you’ll have a good time with her.” Shark smiles. A fangs-filled and slightly disturbing smile only she could do. She is soon followed by Rooster, whose seductive lips stretch in an encouraging smirk.

“I don’t know.” 

“Hey, listen. Is she hot?” Rooster asks and rests one arm on the back of Shark’s chair.

“Hm.” Jake nods and, this time, he cannot help but smirk. Admittedly, he found her even more than hot: she was breathtaking. Not only physically, but in her whole being: she was fun, caring, and had lips to die for.

“So just go for it, dude.” 

Jake stares at them for a while, lost in his own thoughts as his heart and his brain lead a gory battle within, “Alright,” He says in a quiet voice, more to himself than to anyone else, “Alright. What’s the worst that can happen?” 

It was just a date. 

Just a date.

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Your fingers gently brush the soft red fringed petals of the Carnations you just put in the bouquet you made for Jake. The choice has been frankly difficult. When you started working at your aunt’s shop, you grew fascinated by flowers and their language. That is the reason why you spent one full hour making up your mind about which flowers to bring to your first date with the handsome naval pilot you just met. The soothing fragrance of the Carnations caresses your nostrils as you tie a pink ribbon around their stems to hold them together. Their spicy scent, more than popular among perfumes creators, reminds you of cloves. 

Finishing the arrangement of blood-red blooming flowers, you let out a satisfied hum: they are the perfect choice for expressing affection. Needless to say, your apparent cool is just a mask for the excitement you are feeling. Heartbeat slightly quicker than usual, you take a last quick look at your reflection in the shop’s mirror.  To be true, you did not really know what to wear for such an unexpected date. At first, you wanted to play the card of seduction but you quickly gave up the idea. Jake was a single dad, so you did not want to wear something too skimpy. But still, you would love him to find you beautiful, so you did not want to dress like a nun either. Consequently, you opt for a pair of high-waist Denim shorts and a white crop top, the whole outfit embellished with black Doc Martens. Simple but charming.

You grab the Carnations and exit the shop before closing its door. You had barely put the key in your pocket when you heard Jake’s voice right behind you.

“Hey, Poppy.” 

Your adorable face lightens up with a cheerful expression as you turn around to face him. Butterflies flap their wings in your stomach when you are met with the pilot’s alluring smile and his perfectly aligned white teeth. Once you look at him, Jake gently shakes the two huge drinks he has just bought.

“You told me you like boba tea so… I grabbed two!” Punctuating his sentence with a wink, the tall blonde pilot hands you one of the drinks. You frown, surprised.

“This is exactly what I order when I grab a bubble tea. How did you know that?”   The question seems to slightly embarrass Jake, whose shifty eyes looked at the drink you are holding then back at your lovely face.

“Well, during one of our late-night phone calls you mentioned that you were drinking a boba tea, and you told me the flavor you took.” 

You blink several times, dazed by Jake’s observation skills. Now that he has reminded you of the discussion, you realize that you just quickly mentioned your boba and did not expand on the topic. A shy smile appears on your juicy lips at the thought of Jake paying attention to your tastes.

“I’m a pilot. I guess it makes me rather good at observing and remembering details.” He simply concludes with another wink that makes you chuckle.  Then, he offers you his arm for the little walk along the seashore you had both planned. After a second of hesitation, you finally wrap your arms around his and walk by his side right to the beach.

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The waves’ rumble sounds like a soothing melody to your ears. After a long walk, Jake brought you to the beach and now, you were sitting on the warm sand while taking the last sip of your boba, facing each other. Jake grabs the empty cup from your hand and puts it in his backpack from the perspective of throwing it later. The sensation of the salty sea breeze gently blowing on your face makes you sigh with delight. The ocean, you, and Jake's hand softly resting on yours were all you need. You raise your head and half-close your eyes, enjoying the sunrays’ warmth on your skin. As much as you loved working in the flower shop, your aunt always set the air-con too cold. Which often led you to wear a sweatshirt even during the most burning Californian summers. Maybe your body became accustomed to it, hence your skin being always cold.

 “You’re cold,” Jake states, his fingers tightening around your freezing hand.

“Yup, my hands are always cold, I don’t know why. But you know what they say, cold hands warm heart.”  You turn your head to Jake and dive your gaze into the endless green pools of his. Contrary to the other men you flirted with, the pilot does not flicker. He is staring at your irises, paying attention to their slightest detail as if he was convinced he would find a bit of stardust in the immensity of your eyes.

“Honestly Im kinda jealous. I’m always hot. Wait a minute, I’ve got an idea,” Jake pauses and carefully grabs your wrists to bring your hands under his shirt. Blood rushes to your cheeks and heats up your face when your cold palms lay on his muscular body, “It should be better now”. Words are stuck in your throat. You part your lips to speak but nothing seems to come out of your mouth,” Yup it’s better,” He says, answering for you. A glimmer of amusement shines in his emerald eyes - you are so cute when you blush. Giving up on words, you simply offer him a shy smile and nod. Yet, your thumbs start caressing his abs in circular motions, which makes him close his eyes on pure delight. His whole body relaxes. 

“You know… They are for you.” 

“The flowers?”

You nod. Jake reopens his eyes to look at the sumptuous bouquet of red Carnations that rests on the sand, next to you. He stretches one arm out to reach it.

“They are wonderful. What are they?” He asks, genuinely interested in your knowledge. 

“Red carnations, maybe one of the most common romantic flowers you can find.” You snort, amused, “Let’s say that red carnations are perfect to express esteem and affection. I fell in love with these flowers when my Aunt told me the story behind their beauty. She’s a very pious woman you know… And she would often tell me that Carnations grew from the Virgin’s tears as she watched her son carries the cross. ” 

“Flowers born from tears and symbolizing affection” He seems to think out loud, “I start to understand why you love flower language. The more you tell me about it, the more I find it beautiful.”  And the more you talk to him, the more he finds you beautiful.

A cheerful chuckle escapes from your lips, “I’m sorry for always ranting about flowers, you probably think I’m weird now.”

“You know, I’m a dad and let me tell you one thing Poppy: you can’t be weirder than a kid. Yesterday Amber started crying because she thought slugs were homeless snails and she was afraid they would be cold during the night.”

“Oh my Gosh, she’s so darn cute!” You say, even though you cannot help but laugh.

“Yeah, she’s a real treasure but sometimes I wonder where her imagination comes from.” The blonde pilot gently shakes his head.

Another small silence. He grabs his bubble tea and finishes it.

“Jake, can I ask you a question?” Your hands go up his chest to rest on his pecs. A thrill crosses his whole body as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. His only answer is a small positive hum, “Does Amber live with you on daily basis? I mean, your job is demanding and I find it adorable that you still manage to take care of her.” 

He takes a deep breath through his nose, his soft smile slightly fading.

“She used to live with her mother but the judge gave me custody less than a year ago. I managed to spare time for her now that I am a Top Gun instructor, but when I have to go to missions, Penny - a friend of mine- takes care of her. She also has a daughter, so I know Amber’s safe with her.”  You frown, noticing the sad glow in the pilot’s emerald orbs. The way he used the word “safe” worries you. Somehow, you understand that something probably painful happened between Jake, his ex-wife, and their daughter. Even though questions are now burning your tongue, you keep them to yourself. Jake seemed profoundly impacted by whatever he was hiding, and you did not want to rub salt in the wound.

“Of course she is safe.” You say with the softest voice you can, “ She is a safe and happy kid.  You would have to be blind not to see it.” The sweet lullaby of your words brings back a smile to his thin rosy lips, “If I were you I wouldn’t worry about her- she’s living the best life a little girl could live. And she has a hot dad.”  You raise a brow in a playful facial expression.

“I knew you found me hot!” The blonde pilot exclaims, sticking out his chest to take a prideful pose, “I’m probably the hottest creature you’ve ever laid your eyes on.” 

You burst into laughter, your hands gently sliding down his chest before pulling them out from under his hairy and sensual body. You laugh, and Jake’s very soul flickers, “ Wow Jake, you’re also the most humble creature I’ve ever met. I am bewildered by your modesty!” 

“You should.” He says in a softer tone, for he is growing more and more hypnotized by the endless beauty of your every trait. You stop laughing at the pilot’s sudden quietness. Did you say something you should not have? Your own smile fades, swiped away by the sea breeze.

Jake’s eyes slightly squint as he brings his face closer to you, his gaze shifting from your lips to your irises several times.

“Is there – Something on my face?” Words come out in a little voice, your eyes locked in his. Another heatwave struck your cheeks. The tip of his nose delicately pressed against yours. Next to you, the waves are encouraging you with their enchanting roars.

“Jake? Are you–” 

Your lips meet. Cold lips against warm lips. Hopeful lips against heartbroken ones.

A firework of emotions and feelings explodes in you, scattering its sparkles in your soul and body. Eyes wide open with surprise, you first remain motionless. But it takes less than two seconds for you to sink into Jake’s arms and deepen the kiss. You close your eyes and let your mind drift from reality, carried away by the warmth of his flesh and the masculine fragrance of his after-shave. 

Stop! Jake’s mind yells.

Don’t stop. Jake’s body begs.

Never let her go. Jake’s soul whispers. 

A flood of desire and tenderness floods his senses, leading him to wrap his strong arms around your body to pull you closer. He wants to feel more of you. Your body crashes against his, like furious waves on a seashore’s rocks. 

And as the rogue waves of a tsunami destroying buildings on their path, you destroyed the walls Jake had spent years building around his heart.

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[the-last-dillpickle]

DS9 trivia from IMDB - Part 2

- After production ended, and the sets were dismantled, the Defiant bridge set was declared "fold and hold" and placed in storage. It was re-dressed and used as the bridge of an alien cargo ship and a Klingon battlecruiser on Star Trek: Voyager (1995) and the bridge of the ECS Fortunate on Star Trek: Enterprise

- When the Nielsen ratings started to go down during the broadcasting of the third season, the studio pressed for radical ideas for the fourth season to increase the show's popularity again. Some of their suggestions included blowing up planet Bajor, or taking the action away from the station. They finally decided that the show needed a popular character from an earlier Star Trek series. Initially, the producers weren't too pleased, because they had set up a subplot within the Dominion War storyline where the Federation would be facing off against the Klingons, and were already having difficulties making it work. However, the studio decision turned out to be a blessing in disguise when someone suggested to introduce The Next Generation's Worf (Michael Dorn) to the cast as an intermediate between the Federation and the Klingons, which conveniently solved most of the script problems.    

- The name "Deep Space Nine" originated from an early working title, and pre-dated the decision to set the series on a space station. Producers intended on coming up with a new title after the show was fully developed, but stayed with the name, feeling it had an intriguing quality to it.    

- Malcolm McDowell, who had been in Star Trek: Generations (1994), once said he'd like to appear on this show, but only if his nephew, Alexander Siddig (Dr. Bashir), would direct the episode. Such a chance was offered in season five, episode eighteen, "Business as Usual", but never materialized due to scheduling conflicts.    

- When Nana Visitor became pregnant, her condition was explained away in the show by having Kira become an emergency surrogate for Keiko O'Brien's baby. Astonishingly, Visitor was only absent for one episode (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Let He Who Is without Sin... (1996)) due to the birth of her son. She actually cut her maternity leave short, out of fear that a prolonged absence would cause the writers to significantly reduce her role in the rest of the series.  

- Marc Alaimo was nicknamed "The Neck" on-set for his naturally long neck, which inspired the look of the Cardassian neck ridges.    

- Despite being credited as a regular, Cirroc Lofton appeared in only eighty-five of the show's one hundred seventy-three episodes. Morn (Mark Allen Shepherd), the most frequent recurring character, appeared in ninety-two episodes. Curiously, Sheppard isn't credited with this total on DS9's cast listing.    

- Jadzia Dax was originally supposed to have a forehead appliance as the Trill were first shown in Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Host (1991), but after a test, most people thought that Terry Farrell's face was much too beautiful to be partially covered by or with prostheses. Instead, she got to have spots on the side. They were drawn on personally by Michael Westmore each day, a process which initially took over an hour, but over time, this eventually was reduced to close to forty minutes. Westmore actually "signed" his work by adding two spots in the shape of an M and a W. From then on, all Trills were shown to be like this, rather than the version shown on Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987).        

- Amongst the actors to read for the role of Captain Sisko were Carl Weathers and Eriq La Salle. James Earl Jones and Tony Todd were offered the role but declined. Todd (who appeared as Worf's brother Kurn on Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987)) made two appearances on this show; first as an elderly Jake Sisko in season four, episode three, "The Visitor", then as Kurn in season four, episode fifteen, "Sons of Mogh". He appeared in Star Trek: Voyager (1995) season four, episode sixteen, "Prey".    

- Alexander Siddig originally auditioned to play the part of Sisko. Rick Berman thought that Siddig was too young for the part, and felt him to be a better fit to play Bashir instead.    

[emeraldart]

Fanfic of Odalia finding out Willow was technically recruited to the EC (about 1k words, takes place after Any Sport in a Storm but before Hollow Mind)

Having Willow Park over in the Blight household was always a risky decision. Fortunately, Odalia Blight won’t be home for a little while longer. Amity Blight savors the final bit of time she gets with her friend before she’ll have to shoo her home and pretend it all never happened. The two paint each others’ nails. Willow decorates Amity’s with a bright pink, a pleasant change from her usual black polish. Willow insists on choosing a soft red. Interesting, Amity notes, I didn’t know she liked red. It was really no surprise that the plant witch would gravitate toward the color green. The green continue their peaceful moment when there was a knock on the door.

Amity opens the door to find an intricate uniform and golden mask. Willow, standing behind her, runs and tackles Hunter in a hug. He removes the mask while Amity smirks, happy that her friend is finally branching out. 

“Hunter!” Willow cries, happily.

“Oh, hi, Willow. I wasn’t aware you’d be here,” he replies. Amity coughs. “Right. Hi, Amity.”

“Hi. How’re you doing?” Amity asks, genuinely curious. 

“Me? Fine,” he seems surprised she asked. “I kinda expected you to be more, uh, mad. At me.” Willow winces. 

“I was never mad at you,” Amity says, flatly. “I was-” She trails off. I was worried about you. 

“Oh, um, thanks good, I guess.”

“So,” Amity inquires, “what are you doing here, then?”

“The abomatons,” Hunter explains, “I’m supposed to check with your parents on the progress.”

“They’re not here right now,” Amity says.

“And thank Titan for that,” Willow scoffs, causing Hunter to tilt his head in confusion.

“Why’s that?” he asks.

“They don’t really like Willow,” Amity frowns, “They think she’s too weak to be my friend. A bad influence or whatever.”

“Willow?” Hunter looks confused. “As in, Willow Park. The strongest plant witch I’ve ever seen?” 

Amity laughs, noticing the small flowers sprouting in Willow’s hair. She hadn’t seen that happen since they were kids. She fiddles with her scroll, wanting to take a picture of their faces for Luz, when she notices the flyer derby photos Willow had sent her. She smirks. Amity may have an opportunity here. She starts planning her idea, while still spanning a photo of her flustered friends to show her awesome girlfriend. 

“Mom’s always saying that I only should associate with ‘witches of higher status,’” Willow and Hunter turn to look at her. “That people of ‘lower class’ would never get opportunities in the Emperor’s Coven. What if we showed her how wrong she was?”

Both her friends grin. She leans in to tell them the plan, laughing at their silly additions. Titan, she missed this. Being a silly, weird kid. Amity texts Luz to let her know what they’re doing, promising to send her a picture of Odalia’s reaction. What are girlfriends for if not to show each other your pranks, right? After today, she’s positive Willow can agree. 

Before they know it Odalia is on her way home. The girls sneak Hunter around to the corner until his cue. Amity and Willow resume chatting, laughing about when Boscha humiliated herself at school the previous day or that silly game Luz taught them a few weeks ago. The door creaks open. Odalia Blight, stern, uptight, rude, and downright awful, storms in. She looks exhausted, probably from watching Alador do all the work while she just stands there. Amity scoffs. 

“Amity Blight!” she cries, making Amity look up so fast she fears she hurt her neck. “What is the Park girl doing here?” She says it with so much disgust Willow looks equal parts angry and ashamed. Amity holds back the urge to apologize. She’s done nothing wrong. 

“We’re friends, Mom,” she says bluntly, “We’re hanging out.”

“Nonsense, Mittens,” Odalia responds, “Blights only associate with a select few. Half witches are not in that group.”

Amity sees red. “She is not half a witch! She’s my friend and you will respect her!” Amity shouts. 

“Oh, please, Mittens, this rebellious streak of yours has gotten out of hand,” Odalia says.

“Rebellious?” Willow challenges. “What’s rebellious about hanging out with a friend?”

Odalia is about to retort, stooping so low as to argue with a couple of children when there’s a pounding on the door. Odalia rolls her eyes at the girls and opens the door, completely missing their twin smirks behind her. Amity watches as she immediately drops to a knee at the sight of the Golden Guard. Seeing her mother grovel was surprisingly satisfying.

“Sir!” Odalia exclaims. Willow holds back a giggle. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Mrs. Blight,” the Guard addresses her. That’s all Amity can call him because that

doesn’t feel like her friend. He sounds like the boy she’s mad at, not the one she’s worried about. “I’m here looking for Ms. Willow Park.”

“What, to arrest her? I always knew that one was trouble,” Odalia grumbles, “Please, take her away. And don’t blame my family for any of her transgressions. My daughter was merely-”

The Guard cuts her off. “I’m not here to arrest her. I was going to see if I could get her to rethink my proposal.”

“Proposal?” Odalia inquires. Willow blushes.

“I had invited her to join the coven personally, but she declined. Even if I can’t get her to join I’m trying to get Ms. Park to show the coven her remarkable powers.”

“B-but…” Odalia stutters. “She’s simply half a witch! She can hardly do magic at all!”

“Nonsense. Ms. Park’s magic took some time to appear, but it’s amazing, it’s beautiful, it’s-” he coughs. “Anyway, just call her over and I’ll be on my way.” Amity doesn’t miss how red Willow was getting.

Willow strolls up to the door. “Hello, sir,” she says with a little curtsy.

He bows to her, making stifling laughter at Odalia’s shock. “Ms. Park! Have you considered my offer?”

“I have,” Willow says, struggling not to giggle, “And I’d love to accompany you to learn more about the coven. If the Golden Guard, himself, wants to personally invite me to the castle to convince me to join the prestigious Emperor’s Coven, who am I to refuse?” Willow sighs dramatically. 

Amity winks at them as Odalia turns to face her, mouth wide open. “Have fun!” 

Amity doesn’t miss the way their hands join as the door closes. Odalia looks pale, her already light skin gone paper white. She shakes, muttering nonsensical phrases.

“But, I, she, I, what-?” Odalia gasps before passing out in shock. 

Amity finally lets herself laugh, wild and reckless and childish and stupid. She feels better than she has in a long time. She takes a picture of Odalia, sends it to Luz, and smiles, walking back up to her room. 

[princess-of-the-corner]

Titan Luz AU

I mentioned in another ask that Lilith officially defects the EC in Eda's Requiem because she helps Eda and Raine escape from Darius and Eberwolf (she joined them in the trap to apprehend the rebels). This defection results in Lilith using the Coven Brand Biding function on Lilith cause Belos still needs her alive so she can go back in time.

Fortunately, Lilith is rescued by Eda and Raine, and they discover that Luz can remove Coven Brands.

Despite this, Raine doesn't want to remove theirs because they can't afford to with their position as Coven Head. A fake brand won't work cause someone like Adrian (Illusion Coven Head) would notice.

Eda isn't happy with Raine's decision and wants to immediately get their Coven Brand off them. She was kind of traumatized at seeing what happened to Lilith and is scared that the same could happen to Raine.

The two get into a heated argument that ends with Raine angrily storming off. Their relationship with Eda becomes tense and the two don't talk to each other for several days.

As the next episode is 'Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Hooty's Door,' I thought this could work as the thing Hooty helps Eda with: reconcile with Raine.

Hooty does this by locking them in a room so they HAVE to talk, which they do. They both apologize, saying that they understand the other's point of view, and end up admitting that they still have feelings for each other.

Thoughts?

Aw Hooty is helping(kinda)

[arthuriangodel]

Open Thread: Office Hours

At the sound of the opening door. Godel looks up from his computer, giving a smile. "Why, how nice of you to come into my humble office," he says, though with the environment he has, it probably comes off as a humble brag rather than it being genuine. "Just let me finish this task, first."

As the quick clacking of the keyboard fills the air, the room appears to look like it's made out of wood, the furniture looking vintage, yet exquisite. His desk faces away from the window in the center, giving the room natural light while also making him look more larger with the light shining down on him. Two chairs are placed on the other side, with an armchair on the right of his desk. On the left of his desk seems to be a cabinet filled with some achievements such as teaching certificates, diplomas, and other trinkets, each looking like they'd cost a fortune at a distance. Beneath the trophy shelves lies multiple books. Some look like ancient legends, others are education textbooks varying from magic history to blot science. That said, because of the height, there is a movable ladder to help Godel.

In the right, next to the armchair, lies a bookcase filled with home ec books, a convenient NRU archives ranging 50 years back, and Twisted Wonderland Fairy Tales and Legends, 5th edition. There also appears to have a flower vase with a single peach-colored rose, kept in good condition.

On the left and right walls lies cabinets of home ec materials of all kinds, though the right cabinet seems to be stocked more with some simple, but healthy snacks like granola bars. "Feel free to take one or two sweets from the bowl here," he says as he taps his desk.

His desk lies a paper tray on the front, the figurine of a dancer with a dove, and an apple. On the side of the computer lies medium sized portrait of himself and a girl who doesn't really look like Godel, but the father-daughter is there. And, as promised, a small bowl of candy is there.

He wheels the chair towards the center. "So, are you here to turn something in? Or is there something else you want to talk about?"

[threadsun]

Did Jean ever turn to academic validation to get the attention he never got from his parents? For example, he studies hard and tries his best in clubs and in school to the point of neglecting his health just for even a little attention from his teacher and peers?

Oooooh see this is an interesting question because Jean would've done absolutely anything he could to get attention and validation, but it was also drilled into him from a young age that his peers would only ever care about him to get access to the family's fame and fortune.

So like... he wouldn't have had friends even if people tried to befriend him. And his parents wouldn't like teachers who validated him too much or encouraged him because they'd feel like their control over his actions was slipping.

Academically, he was kind of middling. He tried really hard and excelled in things like home ec and English, but he wasn't so great at science or maths.

His parents sort of forced him into joining every theatre-related extracurricular in the area, so even when he landed the lead in each production, it was more living up to their expectations than something they ever applauded him for.

And his dad tried to push him into football. He wanted his son to be the star quarterback. So when Jean tried out and didn't make the team... well, that didn't go over great at home.

He was honestly a pretty lonely kid in school. Even with his castmates in productions he made sure to keep his distance because his parents convinced him that every attempt at friendship was someone trying to get their foot in the door.

Don't get me wrong, he was pretty popular and thrived on the validation of his peers. And he definitely neglected his own health for the sake of living up to everyone's expectations of him. But he never let anyone get close. Only admire him from afar.

[siflshonen]

Do you read American comics I started reading spiderman and he something else and depending on the authors it can be amazing to dogshit in the matter of minutes lol

I read some stuff from :O1 Second, some miscellaneous Bendis works, Invincible, and do pick up other indie comics sometimes, but no, I do not read Marvel or DC in part because of what you have said. I’ve read some OLD old EC/DC and Marvel, though. I liked the animated Justice League(s) and Batman series, though.

However, I was fortunate enough to learn from several folks who worked in the Marvel and DC American Comics industry in the past as artists. They didn’t just teach me how to make comics, but how to read them and how to think about them in a broader scope than “this is what happened in this issue”. They taught me how many people influence these characters and their stories, and that, in some cases, many people BETRAY these characters and these stories from how they were originally designed and intended, but ultimately all things change.

The heroes we know and love live first and foremost in our hearts and memories, so it is up to us to think critically and decide who they really are and what they really stand for.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Exploring Europa possible with silicon-germanium transistor technology Europa is more than just one of Jupiter’s many moons – it’s also one of most promising places in the solar system to look for extraterrestrial life. Under 10 kilometers of ice is a liquid water ocean that could sustain life. But with surface temperatures at -180 Celsius and with extreme levels of radiation, it’s also one of the most inhospitable places in the solar system. Exploring Europa could be possible in the coming years thanks to new applications for silicon-germanium transistor technology research at Georgia Tech. Regents’ Professor John D. Cressler in the School of Electrical and Computer Engineering (ECE) and his students have been working with silicon-germanium heterojunction bipolar transistors (SiGe HBTs) for decades and have found them to have unique advantages in extreme environments like Europa. “Due to the way that they're made, these devices actually survive those extreme conditions without any changes made to the underlying technology itself,” said Cressler, who is the project investigator. “You can build it for what you want it to do on Earth, and you then can use it in space.” The researchers are in year one of a three-year grant in the NASA Concepts for Ocean Worlds Life Detection Technology (COLDTech) program to design the electronics infrastructure for upcoming Europa surface missions. NASA plans to launch the Europa Clipper in 2024, an orbiting spacecraft that will map the oceans of Europa, and then eventually send a landing vehicle, Europa Lander, to drill through the ice and explore its ocean. But it all starts with electronics that can function in Europa’s extreme environment. Cressler and his students, together with researchers from NASA Jet Propulsion Lab (JPL) and the University of Tennessee (UT), demonstrated the capabilities of SiGe HBTs for this hostile environment in a paper presented at the IEEE Nuclear and Space Radiation Effects Conference in July. Europa’s Challenge Like Earth, Jupiter also has a liquid metal core that generates a magnetic field, producing radiation belts of high-energy protons and electrons from the impinging solar wind. Unfortunately, as a moon of Jupiter, Europa sits squarely in those radiation belts. In effect, any technology designed for Europa’s surface would not only need to be able to survive the cold temperatures but also the worst radiation encountered in the solar system. Fortunately, SiGe HBTs are ideal for this hostile environment. The SiGe HBT introduces a nanoscale Si-Ge alloy inside a typical bipolar transistor to nano-engineer its properties, effectively producing a much faster transistor while maintaining the economy-of-scale and low cost of traditional silicon transistors. SiGe HBTs have the unique ability to maintain performance under extreme radiation exposure, and their properties naturally improve at colder temperatures. Such a unique combination makes them ideal candidates for Europa exploration. “It's not just doing the basic science and proving that SiGe works,” Cressler said. “It's actually developing electronics for NASA to use on Europa. We know SiGe can survive high levels of radiation. And we know it's remains functional at cold temperatures. What we did not know is if it could do both at the same time, which is needed for Europa surface missions.” Testing the Transistors To answer this question, the GT researchers used JPL’s Dynamitron, a machine that shoots high-flux electrons at very low temperatures to test SiGe in Europa-type environments. They exposed ­­SiGe HBTs to one million Volt electrons to a radiation dose of five million rads of radiation (200-400 rads is lethal to humans), at 300, 200, and 115 Kelvins (-160 Celsius). “What had never been done was to use electronics like we did in that experiment,” Cressler said. “So, we worked literally for the first year to get the results that are in that paper, which is in essence definitive proof that what we claimed is, in fact, true—that SiGe does survive Europa surface conditions.” In the next two years, the GT and UT researchers will develop actual circuits from SiGe that could be used on Europa, such as radios and microcontrollers. Yet more importantly, these devices could then be seamlessly used in almost any space environment, including on the moon and Mars. “If Europa is the worst-case environment in the solar system, and you can build these to work on Europa, then they will work anywhere,” Cressler said. “This research ties together past research that we have done in my team here at Georgia Tech for a long time and shows really interesting and novel applications of these technologies. We pride ourselves on using our research to break new innovative ground and thereby enable novel applications.”

[defconprime]

ECS Fortunate from Star Trek Fleet Command