#phytologist

[monkmain]

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[gubgam]

so cryptophycologist for weird phytoplankton (algae, cyano, etc), then there’s cryptophytologist for plants

If you study both: cryptophyALLogist

[lucidmagic]

Donna: *mumbling to herself in Italian, because things aren't just going her way.*

Reader: *jokingly* "Ohhhh looks like someone is upsetti spaghetti today."

Donna: *Kill Bill sirens in her head* *ITALIAN INTENSIFIES*

[itstrashgoblin]

Hi hello um Wanted to make this after the newest chapter of Phytologists' guide to Falling in love Dropped. So that was months ago lol idk what happenned. Anyways I was so pumped it was back, it got me thinking of my old drawing I made, what was it, 2 years ago now? Anyways I knew I could do better, so I did. Thanks @lucidmagic again for making my favourite fic of all time. As someone whose read an embarrasingly high number of fics over the last 3 and a half years, that bar is high. You know what? It's time to re-read this fic for the 8th time. Let's do it!

[amayasbread]

TikTok memes I made at 1am based on Phyto’s Guide and it’s characters bc I miss this fic so fcking much y’all have no idea 😭

When will Phyto’s Guide return from the war

(Jk ofc @lucidmagic take your time with it I hope if you see these memes they make u chuckle. Love u and your fic 🫶)

[lelianasbitch]

Any other slow burn Donna books I should read whilst I wait that YEAR for chapter 13 to come out? 😟 Please I need more Donna.. DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND MORE DONNA?! 😭😭😭

I unfortunately haven't been reading ANY fics after I started my job , but here are two that I try to keep up with and fit your request for slow burn.

The ever famous and poetic The Phytologist's Guide to Falling in Love by @lucidmagic (BRUH YOUR TITLE IS TOO LONG JUST LIKE THE SLOW BURN!!)

And the hilarious and cute The Lady's Laundry by @cookiekitten91 (WHICH I'M NOW REALIZING IS 7/9 BROOOO ALMOST THERE!!)

[katiajewelbox]

Check out the future directions of global plant biology!

[mindblowingscience]

Oak Ridge National Laboratory scientists identified a gene "hotspot" in the poplar tree that triggers dramatically increased root growth. The discovery supports the development of better bioenergy crops and other plants that can thrive in difficult conditions while storing more carbon belowground. The team used a vast poplar dataset to identify regulator genes that can trigger hundreds of other gene expressions in the tree. They confirmed the molecular function of one hub gene, PtrXB38, and found that plants with the gene produced prolific and deeper roots. The gene even stimulated the growth of aerial roots on stems and leaves. The work is published in the journal New Phytologist. "With more roots, these plants absorb more nutrients, grow larger, are more tolerant to drought and can draw more carbon underground for longer-term storage," said ORNL's Wellington Muchero. The aerial roots may also make the plant more tolerant to flooding. "This naturally occurring gene has implications for biomass production, food production and climate change mitigation."

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[glitterberryshortcake]

🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄

💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre Age: 22 Species: Human Vallonica "Vallea" Glyssen, also known as "Rainbow Vivre", is very sweet, outgoing, and can sometimes be a little air-headed. She has a looooot of boyfriends. I can't list every boyfriend she has because it would be a very long list, so I'll just list two of them. Mr. Paulson (Teamo Supremo), and Mr. Tinkerton (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). 💗 🌈🩷

✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills Age: 25 Species: Human Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨

❤️ 🖤 ✨ Name: Nataly Vaclavik Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years) Species: Demon Nataly Vaclavik loves to commit crimes on the regular (such as robbing banks, shoplifting, and other typical bad guy-ish stuff) She also has a fascination with weapons. She has a sweet tooth and loves red velvet cake and chocolates. Her boyfriend is Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). ✨ 🖤 ❤️

🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo Age: Ageless Physical and mental age: 24 Species: Robot Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓

🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman Age: 24 Species: Human Harmony Hoffman is very shy. She's a botanist/phytologist. She loves flowers and her favorites are roses, sunflowers, tulips, marigolds, and daisies. Her boyfriend is Cap'n Turbot (Paw Patrol). 🌸 🩷 🌼

💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu Age: 22 Species: Human Setsuko Senritsu is a character from the video game called “Happy Hyper Dance!” or “ハッピーハイパーダンス！” (Basically, it’s a fictional/nonexistent game I came up with that is similar to Dance Dance Revolution). She's super bubbly and energetic. Her boyfriend is Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph). 🩷 💜 🎵

💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace Age: 21 Species: Butterfly Melinda Grace is very smart, although scatterbrained. She loves fashion, cooking, and reading. Her favorite things to cook are sweets, especially frosted cookies. Her favorite book genres are romance, comedy, and fantasy. Her boyfriend is Adam Flayman (Bee Movie). 💜 💛 🦋

🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston Age: 22 Species: Axolotl Abigill Eauston has an interest in music and has a huge collection of musical instruments. Her favorite musical instrument is the electric guitar. Her boyfriend is Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks). (Fun fact: Abigill's name is a pun on the name "Abigail" and the word "gill"). 🩵 🎸 🩷

❤️ 🩷 🍎 Name: Loretta Reid Age: 26 Species: Human Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎

Name: Sparklemary Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years) Species: Fairy Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).

[cilansfanganforum]

GIVE US THE CASTS BESTIE

HI CYBER OKAY OKAY

I will give cast lists

Danganronpa: Unreasonable Doubt

Firstname, lastname

Min-seo Seong - Ultimate Behavioral Analyst (Protagonist)

Zeta - Ultimate Swordswoman (Support)

Haya Ikeuchi - Ultimate Glassblower

Kazane Naito - Ultimate Birdwatcher

Argelia Cacciatore - Ultimate Collector

Hide Saito - Ultimate Makeup Artist

Iris Berrouet - Ultimate Winemaker

Akira Sudou - Ultimate Talent Scout

Ren Uemura - Ultimate Stage Actor

Tadaaki Etoh - Ultimate Doll Maker

Tenya Fujimori - Ultimate Oneirologist

Sakio Onishi - Ultimate Street Fashion Model

Seiichi Shimizu - Ultimate Sociologist

Keika Fumetsugawa - Ultimate Martial Artist

Lìchuàng Cheng - Ultimate Sketch Artist

Katuro Aoki - Ultimate Golfer

Soma Yukimura - Ultimate Ice Sculptor

Evangelina Velasco - Ultimate Cyclist

Danganronpa: Opening Statements

Kenji Chishiya - Ultimate Enigmatologist (Protagonist)

Chie Shozo - Ultimate Videographer (Support)

Kei Kanda - Ultimate Digital Journalist

Iota - Ultimate Medic

Ji-yeon Pae - Ultimate Mountaineer

Rumika Tachibana - Ultimate Game Master

Sara Sakai - Ultimate Farmer

Hibiki Kagamine - Ultimate Bassist

Emi Achikita - Ultimate Concept Artist

Kaoru Manaka - Ultimate Student Council President

Shohei Takenaka - Ultimate Axe Thrower

Hideki Iidabashi - Ultimate Phytologist

Yuma Morishige - Ultimate Archer

Osamu Maki - Ultimate Translator

Koki Ito - Ultimate Comedian

Akihide Maebara - Ultimate Calligrapher

Ichiju Yasuki - Ultimate Woodworker

Chihaku Ikeru - Ultimate Informant

Danganronpa: Dream On

(Since they were initially based on Pokémon here are the ones they are based on)

Inei Hisaka - Ultimate Oneirologist (Darkrai) (Protagonist)

Iliad Aguado - Ultimate Analyst (Inteleon) (Support)

Aria Sangster - Ultimate Ballerina (Melloetta)

Linette LaFlamme - Ultimate Candlemaker (Litwick)

Maren Preciado - Ultimate Illusionist (Meowscarada)

André “Dédé” Luce - Ultimate Radio Host (Dedenne)

Adelaïs Rubin - Ultimate Glaciologist (Aurorus)

Sukekiyo Kageyama - Ultimate Knight (Gardevoir)

Pualei Nae’ole - Ultimate Opera Singer (Primarina)

Addison Banville - Ultimate Baker (Appletun)

Lokelani Ikaika - Ultimate Beekeeper (Ribombee)

Dakota Manton - Ultimate Geologist (Dwebble)

Xenon Percius - Ultimate Ancient Historian (Galarian Yamask)

Mahana Ihimaera - Ultimate Fire Dancer (Alolan Marowak)

Vivienne Allaire - Ultimate Fashionista (Vivillon)

Gachiro Kageyama - Ultimate Prince

Mayu Fukami - Ultimate Actress (Mawile)

Elidio Advíncula - Ultimate Spy (Iron Moth)

OKAY FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR INFO BYEEEE

[meret118]

Many flowering plants can self-pollinate, or transfer pollen between their own blossoms for seed generation and propagation, but most of these plants have relied on pollinators such as butterflies and bees to reproduce.

Now — amid declines reported in many pollinator populations — a new study on the evolution of one flower species’ mating system has revealed a remarkable shift that could exacerbate the challenges faced by the plants’ insect partners.The flowers’ reproductive evolution may be linked to environmental changes such as habitat destruction and rapid ongoing decreases in pollinator biodiversity, according to Samson Acoca-Pidolle, who led the study published December 19 in the journal New Phytologist.

. . .

Comparing seeds of wild field pansies collected decades ago in France with the plants’ modern descendants, Acoca-Pidolle and his colleagues discovered that today’s flowers are smaller and produce less nectar as a result of increased self-pollination, which has direct impacts on pollinator behavior. The pansies of the past self-fertilized less and attracted far more pollinators than those of the present, according to the study.

. . .

“This may increase the pollinator decline and cause a vicious feedback cycle,” study coauthor Pierre-Olivier Cheptou told CNN. If plants produce less nectar, there will be less food available to pollinators, which will in turn accelerate the rate at which the animals’ numbers dwindle, he explained.

[monkmain]

Art dump

apocalypse Enot’s design is based on those newts that can make their ribs protrude through their skin

[alchemocha]

Hola Solo quería decirte que me encanta tu arte y también que ya sabes que si vas a salir con tu AU María Robotnik porque en serio Me encantan tengo una pregunta qué pasó con su Mama siendo si en tuAU gerald es su padre Qué pasó con ella si quieres no es cuando me pregunta si no hay problema siAU no sabes la respuesta Ah y tengas un feliz dí Stobotnik week

Hello! Thank you so much, it means a lot to me that you enjoy my art and my AUs! I hope to write a more proper outline to work on it soon! In this au, Gerald is still Maria’s grandfather in this, her and Ivo share a father, but have different mothers!

Maria’s mother was a phytologist, studying plants and their applications in different circumstances, how they’d be effective combined with other studies. When she had Maria however, she was sick upon birth, and grew sick herself soon after. Her husband also left shortly after, and she remained mostly retired to try and take care of her daughter. When things worsened, she decided it was best to send her to stay with Gerald on the ARK, for proper treatment.

Her father, who had left prior, met a woman who worked in the same field and lab as him after moving, soon marrying her as they were very like minded and similar. His wife wasn’t fond of the idea of kids, but he managed to convince her to try since he wanted a healthy child to continue the Robotnik family and legacy.

Ivo was certainly a prodigy, arguably too much of one. They all thought he was too much.

He and Maria were never formerly introduced, later only referenced as cousins to cover the controversy and scandal of Maria’s side of the family and keep Ivo distant, for various other reasons.

Please feel free to ask anything else about my AU’s or just share thoughts with me! <3

[lucidmagic]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donna Beneviento/Reader, Donna Beneviento & Reader Characters: Donna Beneviento, Angie (Resident Evil), Donna Beneviento (Resident Evil), Reader Additional Tags: Gentle Burn, Slow Burn, ya'll want soft? I'll give you soft (with a dash of repressed sexuality), Donna deserved better, Gremlin Angie, Eventual Smut, My God these bitches gay, Good for them, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read, Pinning? Pinning, Mutual Pining, reader is a botanist/phytologist because for reasons, Plot? No Plot only pinning, discussions of depression/anxiety, Slight AU in which the Lords actually care for each other, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Discussions of autism and neurodivergency, Dealing with grief and mourning, Additional Trigger Warnings at the beginning of each chapter, author needs a hug and a loving slap, author finds joy in tormenting their readers, largely un-beta-read we die like the Lords and Ethan Winters, Rated M (for now), Donna needs some love and it's up for a gayass gardener to do so, Apparently people like this fic so I guess I have to finish it Series: Part 1 of sing to us the one with violets in her lap Summary:

You want to be selfish.

Your fingers burn and twitch with it as her face continues to be shrouded from your eyes. All of your body is screaming to just do it and pull it back, finally sating your desire to see your old friend's face.

(You idly wondered if her cheeks ever lost that baby fat she always complained about. If her face sharpened like her father’s or rounded like her mother’s. Did she inherit the latter’s pert nose? Or a straight one like the former?

A thought enters your mind of you leaning in and kissing a pale cheek and seeing how she flushes, beautifully and enticingly. You grit your teeth at that and turn away.)

But no. Donna may be an old friend, yes, but she is now your employer and you can't ruin the tentative companionship the two of you have at the moment with your selfish impulses.

Or,

Gardener!Reader falls in love with the mysterious Lady Beneviento, who was once a close friend when they were younger, but like many things in this world tragedy and life got in the way. Now they've reunited.

[toodleoorblx]

Fractured Persona

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 3,318

Summary: Rio's a phytologists, a scientist who specializes in plants. Or, she was a phytologist. After the outbreak (that she may or may not have caused) happened, everything went downhill.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - /?

Warnings: Violence, cursing.

A/N: So I was gonna post this tomorrow but i got excited. So here's my new Zombie Apocalypse AU! I got inspired while watching The Walking Dead. This will be uploaded to Ao3 once I finish writing chapter 5 for Natural order. Enjoy <3

Zombie apocalypse AU

Chapter 1

Rio traverses the dense forest, with the daylight piercing through the canopy of trees above. Every sound of snapping twigs and crunching leaves fills her with deep unease. It’s been several months since the outbreak, and since her father's passing; and a few weeks since she managed to escape.

Prior to the outbreak, she was conducting experiments with her dad at the SHIELDS laboratory. The virus originated from a plant they were studying called arctic-fall. This flora only emerges during winter, hence the name. Its spores release a zombifying disease. Rio was the scientist who uncovered it, along with her father, who was one of the first to fall victim to the infection. The spores infiltrated the ventilation system, spreading and claiming the lives of all the workers and guards, only for them to rise again.

When the virus initially spread, it rapidly engulfed Washington. There were fires blazing, people screaming, sirens wailing, helicopters circling, cars colliding, and gunshots ringing out.

Curtis noticed that Rio had been bitten during the initial outbreak. She hadn't even realized she had been bitten until Curtis pointed it out.

_____

Curtis ushers Rio into a small, secluded office tucked away near the back of the building. The room feels forgotten, the only light source being a flickering light bulb. With only a single window offering a view of a scaffold outside. The space is sparsely furnished, dominated by old filing cabinets and empty paint buckets.

With urgency in his movements, Curtis pushes one of the filing cabinets in front of the door, barricading them from whatever chaos raged beyond. Outside, the air is filled with the cacophony of alarms blaring and sprinklers hissing, while distant gunshots echo from the lower levels. They’re currently on level two.

Curtis's labored breaths fill the room, punctuated by occasional grunts as he frantically searches for anything sharp amidst the sparse surroundings. Rio's grip tightens on her white lab coat, her gaze darting around the room, avoiding the blood splatters that stained the fabric. It’s a grim realization that washes over her, sinking deep into the pit of her stomach.

Trapped in the confined space with her best friend, Rio feels a wave of dread wash over her. The only semblance of defense they have is a rusted pocket knife, its age surpassing even her own, and the feeble barrier of an empty filing cabinet—the only thing standing between them and the relentless horde outside.

Great… Fuck her life.

Before Curtis found her, she watched one of her associates get pinned to the ground by what looked like a herd of them, they tore her open like she was made of paper. Clawing at her and chewing on her flailing limbs, actively losing mobility. She saw the pain and agony on full display on her colleagues face, before it got mauled.

Rio’s senses felt assaulted, she couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak or yell, she just… watched. Watched  in horror. She felt frozen, maybe it was shock, maybe it was the fact she felt like if she moved she’d be next. But luckily Curtis swept in just in time. She felt two pairs of hands grip her, two warm strong hands on her left arm, and two bonier hands grip her right arm, with a harsh force. They felt cold and… lifeless. One pair of hands led her to safety… or so she thought.

"Alright, I-I think we're safe in here," Curtis mutters, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he paces back and forth before Rio. Her once tidy brown hair now hung disheveled, streaked with blood and viscera from the gruesome scene they had just narrowly escaped. Rio's eyes track Curtis's movements, her own gaze clouded with shock and exhaustion.

"Vidal," Curtis sighs heavily, his hand coming to rest on his hip while the other raked through his short brown hair. His lab coat, once pristine, now a macabre tapestry of blood and gore. "I don't- fuck, I don’t know what to do!" he confesses, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. "I don't know what went wrong, but you were there. You know. You and your dad were both in the advanced lab, working on experiment-3.” he licks his lips and huffs a mirthless laugh. “What. Happened."

Rio remains silent, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and guilt. She longs to explain herself, to provide some semblance of clarity in the chaos that surrounded them. But the words elude her, trapped within the confines of her mind like caged birds taunting her with their elusive freedom. All she can do is stare at Curtis with hollow eyes.

It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her fault.

She didn't even realize she had said anything verbally til Curtis pushed her back with one strong motion. His expression is warped with anger and confusion.

Curtis's laughter rings out, but there was no joy in it, only a hollow desperation that echoed through the tense air. Tears well up in his eyes as he speaks, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's not your fault? It's not your fault!?" He chokes on his words, his laughter turning into a mixture of anguish and disbelief. "You and your father were the only people in the room, hell, the vicinity! And you're telling me that whatever happened in there wasn't your fault?!"

“Yes.” Rio's voice is barely a whisper, her head bowed as tears drip from her hidden face, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Curtis huffs, his frustration evident as he points an accusatory finger at Rio. "You…" His voice trails off, prompting Rio to slowly lift her head. What she saw is unexpected—a pair of wide blue eyes, filled with fear, staring into her very soul.

"...W-what?" Rio stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to comprehend Curtis's apprehension.

Curtis's hand hovers over his pocket knife, his movements slow and deliberate as he takes a few cautious steps back. His eyes remain fixed on Rio, filled with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion.

Before Rio could respond, the deafening roar of gunfire shatters the tense silence, sending both of them instinctively diving for cover. A bullet tears through the wooden door, grazing Rio's right shoulder with a searing pain that elicits a sharp cry from her lips. She recoils slightly from the impact, her hands instinctively pressing against the wound to stem the flow of blood, staining her once pristine white coat crimson.

Glancing up through the haze of pain, Rio meets Curtis's gaze, expecting to see concern or at least a hint of action. But to her dismay, he remains rooted in place, his eyes fixed on her as if waiting for some sign or revelation. Rio can’t lie, that stung. Him not moving an inch when she’s literally bleeding out!

She wants to flick him off, but the pain and shock leaves her immobilized, her world reduced to the agony pulsating through her wounded shoulder.

The gunfire slows slightly and the moans of the monsters quiet more and more. Curtis slowly rises up from his hunched position.

“HELP, SHE'S BEEN BITTEN AND SHE'S NOT CHANGING!” Curtis yells without takinging his wide eyes off of her. 

Rio's brows furrowed in confusion, her mind racing with a whirlwind of disbelief. Changing? But she hadn't been bitten… had she?

With trembling breath, Rio slowly lowers her gaze to her arms, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. And there, on her right wrist, she saw it—a bite mark, its not too deep, but it penetrated her skin. The irritated bite is crimson against her tan skin. A wave of nausea washes over her as the reality of her situation sank in.

Her complexion pales as she feels her heart skip a beat, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she shakily inspects the wound. How had she not felt it? The adrenaline coursing through her veins must have dulled her senses, but that offers little comfort in the face of the looming threat.

What troubles Rio even more was the absence of any signs of transformation. She knows little about the process or how long it took to turn, but she is certain she shouldn't be feeling completely fine aside from her gunshot wound. The uncertainty gnaws at her, a knot of fear tightening in her chest

"I feel fine, Curt. I'm- I'm still me. Your friend," Rio reassures Curtis, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation.

But Curtis shakes his head erratically, his breathing ragged as he struggles to contain his emotions. He tightens his grip on the pocket knife until his knuckles turn white, his gaze darting nervously to the approaching footsteps and the  sound of guns being cocked.

"Rio," Curtis begins, his voice barely above a whisper as he shifts uneasily on his feet, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for wh-"

Rio's words are cut short as Curtis swiftly moves the filing cabinet away from the door. Before she can react, the door bursts open, revealing a man clad in a military suit, rifle in hand, with several others standing behind him.

The military man's gaze locks onto Rio's arm, his expression darkening at the sight of the bite mark. The rapid rise and fall of his chest betrays his displeasure as he raises his rifle, causing Rio's heart to lurch in her chest. She freezes once again, her body tensing as she braces herself. Dammit.

"Take her back to base. Strucker will know what to do with her," the man commands, his tone slow and cautious, betraying the gravity of the situation.

"Take me where?!" Rio manages to mutter, her voice filled with confusion and fear. But her attention was so consumed by trying to comprehend her situation that she failed to notice one of the military men handing Curtis a syringe filled with a strange blue liquid.

Before Rio can react, Curtis grabs her shoulder with a harsh grip, eliciting a pained yelp from her lips. She feels a sharp prick as the needle pierces her skin, injecting the mysterious serum into her neck. A wave of dizziness washes over her, and she collapses to the ground, her vision fading to black as unconsciousness claims her.

_____

After that, Rio was subjected to a series of grueling experiments, the location shrouded in mystery but the duration lasting at least a few weeks. It seemed unlikely that they had enough time to achieve their objective, whatever it may have been—perhaps a search for a cure, though Rio could only speculate.

The only information Rio gleaned from her captors is that she’s immune. Immune to their spores, bites, and scratches, as evidenced by the multiple scars that marre her skin. With the threat of infection seemingly nullified, Rio's vigilance waned, and she grew a little sloppy in defending herself.

The days blurred together as they poked and prodded her, manipulating her blood in a desperate quest to uncover the secret of her immunity. But despite their efforts, they failed to crack the code. Rio scoffs at their incompetence, confident that given the opportunity, she could have deciphered the mystery herself.

Sedated for much of her captivity, Rio's memories of the ordeal were fragmented at best, if they existed at all. The passage of time became a haze, punctuated only by moments of pain and disorientation

Rio’s eyelids grow heavy, she's exhausted. And the soothing sounds of nature aren't helping at all; she almost dropped her M16, her weary muscles protesting with each step. She's so tired. She needs shelter, somewhere safe to sleep and evaluate.

She could try to find a tree with a big enough burrow in it. But that's pretty compromising. Granit, the crawlers can't run, but they can sneak up on you, and start clawing at you if they can smell you. It was a bad idea to begin with. 

Rio sighs heavily as she comes to a halt, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. To her surprise, there’s no crawlers in sight, nor any signs of wildlife.

Strange.

Rio doesnt know how deep exactly she is in the forest, but she figures she's deep enough to see wildlife somewhere. Though she does see tons of edible plants.

Turning to her left, Rio sees something in the distance. About half a mile away. She squints as she uses her hands as a visor, hiding her eyes from the bright sunset. Rio’s eyes widen in surprise as she catches sight of a small cabin nestled amidst the trees. A surge of relief floods through her, infusing her with renewed energy despite the encroaching darkness.

Feeling a newfound sense of hope, Rio readjusts the weight of her supplies on her back and tightens her grip on her M16. With determined steps, she makes her way towards the cabin, her heart pounding with anticipation at the prospect of finding shelter for the night.

_____

The door creaks open, the home is adorned with chipped and rotting wood. She takes a deep breath and walks in with great caution. As Rio cautiously steps through the creaking door, she’s greeted by the sight of a humble interior, bathed in the soft glow of twilight filtering through the grimy windows. The walls are adorned with peeling wallpaper and patches of chipped paint.

Furniture, worn and weathered with age, dot the room—a threadbare couch nestled against one wall, its cushions sagging with use; a rickety table cluttered with discarded books and trinkets; a rusted stove standing sentinel in the corner, its once-shining surface now dulled by neglect.

Rio turns around to find a quaint kitchen, dull blue paint coats the cabinets and counters. A scentless candle is lit, illuminating the kitchen. Rio narrows her eyes in distrust.

Wait.

Before Rio can turn around she feels something quick and hard hit the back of her head, she whimpers in pain before her vision goes black.

As Rio slowly blinks, her vision struggles to focus, her head throbbing with each heartbeat. A sharp pang of pain shoots through her skull, and she winces.

Groggily, Rio surveys her surroundings, her eyes adjusting to the dimness of what appears to be a basement. Its abandoned, overrun with moss and tangled vines, the air heavy with the musty scent of neglect. Cracked pillars loom in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the damp stone floor.

There are no windows to offer respite from the darkness, only a solitary lantern perched on a vintage table, its feeble light barely penetrating the gloom. And there, upon the table, lays all her belongings—her gun, pocket knife, damascus kukri and bag. They sit there untouched, almost taunting her. 

Regret floods Rio's mind as she realizes her mistake in coming there. How could she have known someone lived here? It looked completely abandoned!

With a frustrated sigh, Rio attempts to rise, only to nearly trip and fall as she discovers her wrists and ankles bound with zip ties. Panic wells up inside her as she squirms and struggles against the restraints, but her efforts only result in raw irritation and a sharp pain as the zip tie digs into her skin.

"Is anybody there?" Rio's voice echoes through the dimly lit basement, raspy and dry from disuse. How long had she been unconscious? Furrowing her brows, she scans the room for any sign of life, but finds none.

Lovely.

As the stairs creak ominously, Rio's heart races with fear, her mind racing with possibilities of what—or who—might be approaching. The tension in the air is palpable as she braces herself for the unknown, her muscles tense and ready to (try) to spring into action if necessary.

With each echoing footstep, Rio's anxiety mounts, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she presses herself against the cold wall, eyes wide with apprehension.

Finally, the figure emerges into view, and Rio's breath catches in her throat. It's a woman, her presence commanding and her gaze as cold as ice, the color of her eyes is piercing blue. Her wild, curly raven hair frames her face, a bold streak of white cutting through the dark locks, hinting at her age. Fine lines crease her features. She looks to be in her forties.

The woman wears black combat boots, a dark green thermal jacket, and a gray tank top, her dark jeans completing the ensemble. Around her neck, a necklace adorned with a brooch glinted in the dim light.

As the woman's sneer pierces Rio's defenses, she can't help but feel a wave of dread wash over her.

"Why did you come here?" The older woman's demand cuts through the tense silence, her voice a surprising contrast to the chaos Rio’s grown accustomed to. It's like a breath of fresh air, soothing and unsettling in its calmness. Rio's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of the woman crossing her arms, a dagger held firmly in one hand. The sight sends a shiver down her spine.

"I didn't mean to intrude, lady.” Rio scoffs. “I just wanted shelter. I didn't know anybody was home." Her words came out steady and monotone. (Though she's freaking out internally.)

The woman huffs, her expression unreadable as she licks her dry lips and closes the distance between them. Rio's heart pounds in her chest as the woman crouches down next to her, her hands fidgeting with the dagger as her intense gaze bores into Rio's.

"Then tell me, sweetheart," her voice is low and steady. "Why should I not kill you right now, hm?"

Rio's eyebrows furrow at the unexpected threat, caught off guard by the woman's directness. (How humanity has fallen.) She hesitates, chewing nervously on her lip as she watches the older woman's gaze flicker down to her lips before meeting her own confused eyes.

With a resigned sigh, Rio gathers her thoughts. "I can help. If you let me stay," she offers, her voice steadying more and more as she speaks. "I know how to navigate forests, I know what plants are edible and which are deadly. I've noticed that wildlife is scarce outside," she continues, observing the slight faltering in the woman's stoic expression. "Something tells me that canned food will only last for so long. I can keep us fed."

For a tense moment, the woman remains silent, her gaze piercing through Rio's. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she relents with a reluctant sigh. "I... suppose," she concedes, kneeling down to grasp Rio's wrists. Rio's breath hitches in her throat as the woman's bruised hands brush against her skin, their touch simultaneously soft yet strong. The woman is leaning in front of her, the smell of vanilla and lavender invade her nose. She tries to ignore the goosebumps that erupt on her arms as the woman deftly cuts through the zip ties binding her wrists and ankles. “Have you been bitten?”

Rio doesnt know what to tell her. Yes she's been bitten numerous times but none of which have had any effect on her. She decides to keep her immunity a secret. For now. “No. No, I haven't been bitten.”She shakes her head.

Agatha’s eyes turn to slits, she huffs in skepticism. But thankfully leaves the matter alone. "Agatha Harkness," the woman introduces herself with a quiet and begrudging tone.

Agatha. Rio repeats in her head. 

The older woman stands up and with a swift motion, she sheaths her knife in her thigh holster before taking a few steps back, crossing her arms defensively. A small sneer tugs at the corners of her lips.

Rio can’t help but find amusement in Agatha's demeanor, she sounds like a child being forced to share a toy. Suppressing the urge to laugh, Rio offers a warm smile in response.

"Rio Vidal."

[grrrechka]

So I wanted to draw cover arts for different donna x reader fics and decided to start from "The Phytologist's Guide to falling in love" that was written by @lucidmagic

Originally I thought about putting some fluffy scene on a cover but after re-reading whole fic I decided to choose this one in particular. For me, this part of a chapter was a big step for Donna and gardener in developing their relationship because Donna shared something so painful to her. It was serious and sad but important and it stayed in my head for a long while that is why I tried to draw it.

P.s Only after I read the Claudia's grave part for second time I understood where everything was happening, that what english as second language does to a mf 💀

Additional note: I will try not to draw reader too detailed unless their description is clearly written, so if you're an author that I drew cover for feel free to ask edit of character on art.

A.a.n: I won't draw cover for fics that are more than one relationship(Like reader x multiple Re8 women). It would give me too much scenes and gradually increase the whole process 😅

Also if you know any author's tumblr accounts please put them in comments! I only know that 🤏 much of fic writers on ao3 who have tumblr account