#🌌 lyra

[solitaireships]

Love Letters

I've had this fic on the back burner for a little bit, but I got it finished now! It spawned out of the idea of Curly leaving little notes for Lyra that he loves her, so I thought I'd turn that into something a little more

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1202 words

Divider by saradika

Content warning: mentions of medical stuff

As soon as Lyra leaves the kitchen, she gets hit with a rolled up paper ball. It startles her out of her thoughts, falling to the floor before she manages to get her mind to process she should pick it up. 

Life has been different in the months since Curly was able to come home. If nothing else, she’s glad that he’s out of the hospital. It took time for him to get the help he needed, but he was able to get artificial skin grafts, and they were able to do enough to make sure he’s not constantly in pain. Still there have been growing pains though as they’ve had to figure out how to make navigating the house easier for him in a wheelchair and how to plan their days around some of the extra help he needs at home. 

At least Curly’s getting used to his new prosthetics. He’s still wobbly when he walks, but using a cane has helped to steady him. He always complains about how it takes up his hand, something far easier for him to do now that he’s been getting better with those prosthetics as well. Neither of them are sure if he’ll talk again, so they’ve started taking sign language lessons together. He’s still working on having the finer control of his prosthetics needed for that though, instead usually writing what he wants to say. His handwriting is different than it used to be, sloppy and unsteady, but Lyra’s glad either way that they’ve found a new way to talk to each other. 

In a way it’s nice. Lyra’s always liked reading and writing— her whole job is based around it. It’s nice that something she loves can now be helpful for someone she loves. 

Another good thing about Curly’s prosthetics is it’s clear from his throwing arm that physical therapy is helping him. He has good aim when he throws messages at Lyra to get her attention. 

She picks up his most recent message, uncrumpling the paper as she makes her way over to where he’s set up in the living room. He took off his prosthetic legs, presumably in an attempt to get comfortable, and rested them against the side of the couch. His eye follows Lyra as she makes her way over to sit next to him, half looking as if he’s trying to read the note along with her. 

“‘We should get dinner’?” she repeats. “Okay, what are you feeling up to tonight?”

Lyra knows meat’s not an option. Curly doesn’t want to talk about why, but he’s quit eating meat since getting back to solid foods. He’s told her a lot about what happened on the ship— of the ways he failed his crew, of the ways he wishes that he could have changed things, of how horrible every moment was for him after the crash. But he never wants to talk about the final moments he had before being put in the cryo pod, and that’s something Lyra decided she’ll never push him on. He’s been through enough as is, there’s no point in trying to make him relive something he clearly doesn’t want to think about. All that matters is he’s able to actually eat again, she knows he hated the feeding tube he had to use for a while. 

We should go out, Curly writes. He flips the page, then writes on the next, Your choice where. 

“We don’t need to. We’ve got plenty of stuff here, I could make that pasta with the mozzarella you like. Or if you want to order from somewhere, we can just get it delivered,” Lyra says.

She’s surprised that he would suggest going out in the first place. Curly hasn’t liked going out much lately. It’s hard to miss the looks people give him in passing, the mix of pity and disgust at how he looks. Lyra hates seeing how people treat him now that he’s disabled, and she knows that he hates being treated differently for it. She hopes he’s not just suggesting going out because he knows she misses when they used to go out on dates more often. She’s content enough staying home as long as it means that he’s comfortable. 

Curly shakes his head. Then he writes another note. We’ll go out. You pick where. 

“Okay, I—” Lyra pauses. She’s not really sure what she wants, and if this is what Curly would want too. “Are you in the mood for something?”

He shakes his head again. 

You pick. It’s my treat.

“Alright then. Did, uh, did anything bring this idea on?”

Before the crash I told you I would- Curly pauses, letting Lyra read before flipping the page- take you out to dinner when I got back. 

Thinking about the day Curly left feels like decades ago. There’s a bittersweet feeling to it, with hindsight making it one of their last moments together before their lives changed. But Lyra remembers what Curly’s talking about— he had told her he would take her out to a nice dinner when he got back, and that he would make up for half a year’s worth of kisses. Both those gestures had fallen by the wayside in the months since he’s gotten back. There have been other priorities, and they wouldn’t have even been able to do either of those until recently. 

Maybe him bringing this up is a sign that they’re starting to get back to a sense of normalcy. Lyra knows that healing isn’t linear, but maybe this means that things are getting better. It’s not the same as it used to be, but they’ve been getting into a new routine. Things are becoming regular again, and she hopes that they’ll stay that way.

“Okay. How about that Chinese place over on Kingston? I’m in the mood for dumplings,” Lyra suggests. That and she knows they have plenty of vegetarian options that should work well for Curly. 

Sounds good. And remember I’m paying, he writes. 

“Thank you.”

I love you, Curly writes. He tears out the page from the notebook, offering it to Lyra. It’s practically a routine at this point— he gives her every note he writes saying he loves her, telling her it’s because he wants to make sure she always knows it. There’s a stack of love letters slowly building up on her work desk, and she keeps one in the pocket of her jacket, in her purses, in her nightstand. Everywhere she goes, she always carries a bit of Curly’s love with her. 

“I love you too,” Lyra says. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Let me get my keys. Do you want to walk or use your chair?”

Chair. Get my blue beanie?

“Sure thing,” she replies as she stands up. She folds up the note Curly gave her, tucking it into the pocket of her pants. “I’ll be right back.”

It’s nice to think that the two of them are getting to go out to dinner together. Lyra can’t remember the last time they did. Hopefully this will be the first of many nights out together, and hopefully his love notes to her will never stop. 

[three-atoms]

Art for The Book of Dust Volume 2: The Secret Commonwealth

By Ivan Sergeev

[kingspacebar]

I love my ocs a normal amount!!!

[loganslowdown4]

This sweater, I’ve just realized—

The dark blue part that represents Logan has constellations 🌌

And it took me a bit of research but I figured out that they are

Cassiopeia

the Big Dipper (Ursa Major)

and

Lyra 🐰

(Lol makes sense that @breigrace who designed the emblem would have a little RWR Easter egg in there 💙)

Plus I love the stickers 😁

[pupsmailbox]

SPACE︰ALIEN ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adam. adrian. aldebaran. algol. altair. andromeda. apollo. aquila. archer. arcturus. aries. aster. asterion. astra. astraeus. astro. astronomie. atlas. auriga. aurora. borealis. buzz. carina. castor. celeste. celestia. celestian. celestine. charon. cielo. comet. corvus. cosmania. cosmo. cosmos. cygnus. cyra. darby. dione. draco. echo. eclipse. elio. ello. equinox. eric. estelle. esther. gal. galaxeye. galaxie. galaxy. galileo. gamma. hale. halley. hercules. hesperus. horizon. hubble. hyperion. ian. ion. juliet. juno. jupiter. kepler. kuiper. laxy. leo. light. lumen. lumis. luna. lyra. mars. mercury. meteor. milay. mira. miranda. moon. moony. nebula. neptune. nereid. nova. nyx. oberon. orbit. orion. perseus. phoebe. phoenix. planette. pleiades. pluto. polaris. pollux. pyxis. quark. rigel. rocket. rocky. ruban. rupert. saturn. scorpius. selene. singularity. sirius. sky. skyler. sol. solar. solarin. solaris. solis. solstice. spacena. spica. star. stark. starlet. starling. stella. stellan. stellar. stelle. sun. sunny. theo. umbriel. univera. vega. venus. voidear. warp. zenith. zephyr. zorya.

PRONOUNS ⌇　alien/alien. as/astrum. astro/aster. astro/astronomical. astronaut/astronaut. bri/bright. cel/celestial. co/comet. comet/comet. constellation/constellation. cos/cosmic. cosmi/cosmic. cosmos/cosmo. cro/crown. gal/galaxy. galax/galaxy. galaxy/galaxy. glo/glow. gravity/gravity. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h☆/h☆m. infinite/infinite. leo/leonid. li/light. lune/lunar. mo/moon. moon/moon. neu/neutron. par/parsec. pla/planet. plan/planet. planet/planet. pri/prince. pul/pulsar. pul/pulse. qua/quasar. quark/quark. ray/ray. ri/ring. ro/rock. ro/royal. rocket/rocket. satellite/satellite. shi/shine. shine/shine. ship/ship. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh☆/h☆r. spa/space. space/space. spae/space. spi/spin. sta/star. star/star. stardust/stardust. ste/stellar. stell/stellar. stelle/stellar. su/sun. sun/sun. tele/telescope. thr/throne. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th☆y/th☆m. tu/turn. universe/universe. vast/vast. vis/vision. voi/void. void/void. ☀. ☄. ☄️. ✨. ⭐. ⭐️. 🌀. 🌌. 🌍. 🌙. 🌟. 🌠. 🎇. 👑. 👽. 👾. 💎. 💫. 🔭. 🚀. 🛰. 🛰️. 🛸. 🪐.

[nyuuko]

could you please make an alien NPT if you haven’t already? also thank you if you do make this ^^

NAMES

Stella, Electra, Celestia, Astra, Rhea, Venus, Vega, Lyra, Lucia, Andromeda, Amphitrite, Xena, Nova, Aelia, Ophelia, Maia, Calypso, Cordelia, Zora, Gaia, Styx, Aura, Sirius, Aries, Orion, Zenith, Luca, Astro, Lucian, Juno, Jupiter, Saturn, Pluto, Betelgeuse, Riegel, Titan, Pisces, Cetus, Samson, Atlas, Scorpio, Poseidon, Zion, Zander, Zeke, Apollo, Neon

PRONOUNS

it/zyr/xyr/zie/zim/ix/beep/borp/bop/alien/planet/star/galaxy/neon/glip/glop/ray/probe/UFO/👽/💫/☄️/🪐/🚀/🛸/🌠/🌌

TITLES

the creature from beyond, the alien creature, the space-faring creature, [prn] from beyond the stars, [prn] who comes in peace, [prn] from another galaxy, extraterrestrial overlord, the curious cryptid

[thatliminal-wanderer]

“Black Rainbows” by Miracle Musical ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Alba, Amarantha, Amaris, Amaya, Amias, Amitola, Amy, Anjum, Annabelle, Anuenue, Apollo, Archer, Aruna, Asteria, Aurora, Ayla, Badriyah, Basma, Basmah, Belinda, Blackwell, Bogdan, Briar, Brone, Celena, Celeste, Cerys, Chandra, Chandra, Chaos, Crimson, Dade, David, Delores, Dolores, Eros, Esme, Esmeray, Estella, Evelyn, Gray/Grey, Guinevere, Hala, Hannie, Hina, Ibtisam, Iridiana, Iris, Jabari, Jabez, Jocasta, Jonathan, Layla, Lennon, Leo, Lolita, Luan, Luna, Lyra, Mabel, Mahogany, Malachi, Manzat, Mara, Midnight, Mona, Muskaan, Nekane, Nesta, Niji, Nikini, Noelani, Noir, Nova, Nyx, Obsidian, Orion, Ozul, Perdita, Phoebe, Rainbeau, Ricmod, Rue, Salem, Seren, Serena, Shadow, Simon, Starla, Stella, Theodore, Tristezza, Tristian, Uenuku, Umbra, Vesper, Vespera, Vidhuhas, Whisper, Zorion

Pronouns

ae/aem/aers, amor/amors, astro/astros, beach/beaches, black/blacks, blue/blues, blush/blushes, char/charcoal/charcoals, clear/clears, color/colors, dark/darks, deep/deeps, draw/draws, eros/eros, gloom/glooms, gray/grays, green/greens, hue/hues, indigo/indigos, ink/inks, joy/joys, letter/letters, light/lights, lost/losts, lunar/lunars, luv/luvs, maroon/maroons, mid/midnight/midnights, moon/moon, navy/navys, night/nights, orange/oranges, other/others, purple/purples, rain/bow/rainbows, ray/rays, red/reds, sand/sands, sha/shadow/shadows, shade/shades, sorrow/sorrows, star/stars, stella/stellas, tree/trees, yellow/yellows, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌅/🌅s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌌/🌌s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌠/🌠s, 🌴/🌴s, 🎼/🎼s, 🏝️/🏝️s, 👥/👥s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖤/🖤s, 🦋/🦋s, 🩶/🩶s

Titles

The Black Rainbow, The One Colored In Black, The One Who Draws The Rainbows, The One of Dimly Lit Colors, The Rainbow of Dark Hues, The Song of Sorrowful Love, The Stella Octangula, [prn] Who Paints With Darkness, [prn] Who Saw You Smile

Genders

Acilnerae, Blackrainbic, Blacksandgender, Dizzlovesickic, Fogibeachnightic, Galaxyfate, Genderdoomed, Ghostenamoric, Gloomyrainbowgender, Hawaii:partIIalbumic, Limitifuzreatic, Lovesickthing, Moonbowin, Novaity, Pastrasea, Pazazsuan, Phosmoceanlianl, Plageneigegender/Plagetempêtegender, Rainobsidicrysic, Starryseagender, Stellstallum, Thalassyrean, Tidepullene, Umbrainbowgender, Vitalssence/Sinnisous

Other mogai

Alderainbow, Alderblacksand, Alderbleedic, Alderstarpil, Assigned Star at Birth/AStrAB /Assigned Starling at Birth/AStgAB /Assigned Starlight at Birth/AStlAB, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Detherealaestelic, Grey Omninoun, Pink Omninoun, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, Red Omninoun, Star Omninoun, Starperspesque, Void Omninoun, 🌈 Omninoun

[cyanide-indecency]

Friend Application?

I’m tired and need friends TwT so here’s my friend application! Also btw this blog is new if you want to follow or smth idk!

basics-🧸 Name: Lyra or Connor ✨ Age: 15yo (Sep 3rd, 2008) 💀 Height: 5’5 (165 cm) 📏 Pronouns: they/it if you need gendered then he but avoid it <\3 ⚧️ I’m non-binary :p Aesthetic: Alt but I am in love with cutecore☕️ Sexuality: Pansexual (single and looking lol) 💕 Where I live: Florida my time zone is EST 🌇

interests- 🌌 Music artists: slipknot, korn, mcr, the front bottoms, esthie, lemon demon, clairo, get scared, ajr fav song: twin sized mattress by the front bottoms Shows: Helluva Boss, Hazbit Hotel, The Owl House, Amphibia, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Paranormal Park, Cells at Work, Danganronpa Musicals I 💗: Heathers, Moulan Rouge, TGWDLM, Be More Chill, Beetlejuice, Dear Evan Hansen (not the shit movie tho) Books: To Sleep in a sea of stars, the trilogy of two, dear Evan Hansen, crazy (Pete Earley), moral obligation to be intelligent, the inheritance games series, Percy Jackson series, they both die at the end Random thingz: art, acting, theatre, chess, writing, cards

my life accomplishments: babysitter for children with disabilities care taker for elderly people and people with disabilities 4.0 GPA lead in Heathers for my home town week long musical theater tour in PA for The Ice Queen

communities I’m in: therian/Otherkin: I’m a moth, deer, bat, and big cat of sort kind therian. I’m a fairy-kin and alien-kin furry: artists and cosplayer xenogender: I don’t use xenogenders but support them Age Regression: I’m a caregiver!

my mental issue: as a warning ASD: Autism Spectrum Disorder PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder OCD: Over Compulsive Disorder UDD: Unspecified Dissociative Disorder MDD: Major Depressive Disorder GAD: Generalized Anxiety Disorder Pica: Eating disorder that results in chewing and eating non edible things Aqua-phobia: phobia of water

DNI: basic dni, DiCEORG of any kind, Sh or ED blogs, nudes blogs

🧸✨☕️

[saturniasxenos]

Eternaunivian & Cosmos ID/NPT Pack

Ee - Tur - Nuh - Yoo - Nuh - Vee - Ihn

Eternaunivian is ETERIN and a subterm of the Eternalgender System. Those who identify as eternaunivian may feel as if their gender, or even their whole identity, has a deep, never-ending connection to the universe and anything apart of it (including but not limited to: Dark Matter, Stars, Planets, Galaxies, Black Holes). This can be used as an umbrella term for any space-related eternic genders. You could be a star and eternal, an eternal quasar, an eternalized planet, an eternal that likes the cosmos, a constellation eternal, and similar.

This gender may be constantly fluctuating and fluid between any space-related and eternic genders. This gender would be considered under the agender umbrella, but can be used by anyone regardless of femininity, masculinity, and neutrality.

Created and Coined by me. There is no correct way to use this flag and term.

Keep reading for Etymology & Cosmos ID Pack (Titles, Names, & Pronoun suggestions)

Etymology: Eternal, Universe, -ian (suffix),

Pronoun Suggestions:

Uni/Unive/Universe/Universes/Universeself

Sta/Star/Stary/Stars/Starself

Co/Cos/Cosmo/Cosmos/Cosmoself

Co/Cos/Cosmic/Cosmics/Cosmicself

Qu/Qua/Quasar/Quasars/Quasarself

Gal/Galae/Galaxy/Galaxys/Galaxyself

Ne/Nebulae/Nebula/Nebulas/Nebulaself

No/Novae/Nova/Novas/Novaself

Or/Orbi/Orbit/Orbits/Orbitself

An/Andro/Andromeda/Andromedas/Andromedaself

Mi/Milky/Milkyway/Milkyways/Milkywayself

Pla/Plan/Planet/Planets/Planetself

Sa/Satu/Saturn/Saturns/Saturnself

Plu/Plut/Pluto/Plutos/Plutoself

Jup/Jupi/Jupiter/Jupiters/Jupiterself

Ne/Nep/Neptune/Neptunes/Neptuneself

Ma/Mar/Mars/Marsics/Marsself

Co/Com/Comet/Comets/Cometself

Met/Meteo/Meteor/Meteors/Meteorself

Inte/Interstell/Interstellar/Interstellars/Interstellarself

Ast/Aster/Asteroid/Asteroids/Asteroidself

Su/Sunspo/Sunspot/Sunspots/Sunspotself

Celes/Celestiae/Celestial/Celestials/Celestialself

Zo/Zodi/Zodiac/Zodiacs/Zodiacself

Sco/Scorp/Scorpio/Scorpius/Scorpioself

Le/Leae/Leo/Leos/Leoself

Vi/Vir/Virgo/Virgos/Virgoself

Ca/Can/Cancer/Cancers/Cancerself

Astro/Astrol/Astrology/Astrologys/Astrologyself

Astro/Astron/Astronomy/Astronomys/Astronomyself

Au/Auro/Aurora/Auroras/Auroraself

🌕/🌕's

🪐/🪐's

☀/☀'s

⭐/⭐'s

☄️/☄️'s

🌙/🌙's

🌌/🌌's

🌠/🌠's

Title Suggestions :

(X) Who Watches The Stars

The Guardian of The Quasar

Emperor of The Moon

(X) Who Dances Amongst The Galaxy

The Child of Andromeda

(X) Who is Made of Stardust

The Lover of The Cosmos

The Will of Luna

The Eternalized Constellation

Song of Neptune

Melody of Jupiter

Love of Venus

The Flame of The Sun

(X) Who is Infinite

The Eternal Galaxy

(X) Who Was Born From Black Matter

Name Suggestions:

Some names may not be fem or masc, I just organized what I thought sounded the most masc, neu, or fem!! Many names originate from named stars in the galaxy! See this site for more named stars.

Fem: Ankaa, Aniara, Alasia, Aurora, Ayla, Astrid, Astra, Astraia, Ariel, Andromeda, Arista, Bellatrix, Danica, Dawn, Calypso, Celeste, Celestia, Cordelia, Cressida, Electra, Eris, Estrella, Gaia, Helene, Irena, Itonda, Luna, Lunar, Lyra, Maia, Merope, Mimosa, Mira, Nova, Nervia, Pleione, Phoenicia, Phoebe, Pandora, Seren, Selene, Stella, Starla, Solana, Star, Sunniva, Shaula, Thea, Umbriel, Venus, Vega, Veritas,

Masc: Alpheratz Archer, Apollo, Aries, Atlas, Ash, Altair, Altais, Antares, Arcturus, Taurus, Cyrus, Cosmo, Castor, Cepheus, Celestio, Draco, Eros, Fafnir, Felis, Galileo, Hunter, Jericho, Kiran, Kepler, Leo, Luca, Mars, Nox, Neptune, Oberon, Phoenix, Perseus, Pollux, Sterling, Sirius, Sol, Stellan, Titan, Theo, Zenith, Veritate,

Neu: Ancha, Aiolos, Artemis, Aster, Acrab, Algieba, Acrux, Atria, Achrid, Axólotl, Borea, Borealis, Cetus, Chertan, Comet, Cassiopeia, Crescent, Eden, Europa, Eclipse, Fulu, Funi, Galaxy, Graffias, Haedus, Io, Libra, Lynx, Lesath, Libertas, Moriah, Musica, Orbit, Orion, Polaris, Polis, Pisces, Phobos, Regulus, Rasalas, Denebola, Saturn, Solstice, Seraph, Scorpius, Scorpii, Soleil, Sargas, Spica, Sceptrum, Solaris, Tevel, Virgo, Vesper, Zephyr, Zosma

[hvidkanin23]

🩵🌌⭐

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨

⭐️🌌🩵

happy 1st valentine's day to fujin y lyra 🩵

Commission made by @/illustama on Instagram 🍃✨

[ladybellsfantasy]

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« My pretty consort, I don’t like to see doubt cast upon your face. Fear not : you are mine. » 🩸🦇❤️

I’m so proud of this drawing ! 🥹✨ I think I succeeded to represent the twisted love between Lyra and Astarion if she decides to let him Ascend.

The red ribbons represent the blood of the spawns she accepted to sacrifice to help Astarion, thinking it would be the best for everyone … But she was wrong and she finds herself complicit in this crime that will forever bind her to Astarion. Despite her sadness, she still loves him and accepted to be turned into a vampire to stay with her lover forever. Can she still bring out the best in him ? That’s her eternal hope.

I had a lot of fun designing their clothes ! I wanted something inspired by a starry night 🌌☺️

[solitaireships]

Shipping Out

Curly has kinda taken over my mind for almost the past week so hi, it's time for me to make everyone see how much I'm obsessed with him now. This is set mainly pre-canon, though with the last bit being post-canon

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst

Words: 1592 words

Divider by saradika

Content warning: none for the majority of the fic, but after the time skip (indicated by the divider), there's mention of hospitals and severe injury. If you just want the fluffier stuff, feel free to stop at the divider mark

Lyra always hates waking up the mornings that Curly is about to ship out for a delivery. As her eyes blink open, she stares up at the ceiling, half wishing that she could go back to sleep. If she stays asleep, she won’t have to see him go— though that also means missing out on a last goodbye. She knows she can’t just go back to sleep, not when it would mean that she could lose valuable time with her boyfriend right before he’s away for over a year. 

Curly shifts in bed, the blankets twisting around him. It sounds like he’s awake— unsurprising given that he usually has trouble sleeping. The feeling of his lips and stubble against Lyra’s cheek further wakes her up, and she blinks sleepily over at him. 

Curly always looks cute when he’s just woken up. His mane of blond hair is a mess of loose curls, sticking up at odd angles but still tantalizing soft to the touch. Though he's still mostly covered by the blankets, as he shifts around Lyra can see a bit of his bare chest, which is always another pleasant sight to see early in the morning. He lays his arm over her stomach, giving her another kiss on the jaw. 

“Good morning,” he greets, his voice low and rough with sleep. 

“Morning,” Lyra replies. 

She’s not sure how good it will be when she knows Curly will leave in a couple of hours. But there’s nothing that can be done on that front. Money has to be made, and they both have jobs that they need to do. Still the fact that for the almost three years the two have dated, less than a year and a half of that has been spent when both of them are able to physically be together is hard. 

Curly’s a good captain, of that Lyra can be sure, but she hates how much time his delivery trips take from them, and she can’t help but wish that he could find some other job, one that will keep him on Earth with her. Every time they part is hard, even if she knows that they’ll be able to pick up where they left off as soon as he’s back. And lately it hasn’t seemed like Curly’s happy with the job, he just doesn’t know what else he could do.

There’s no time for Lyra to start coming up with other job possibilities for Curly though, at least not right now. So instead she asks, “You take off at eleven, right?”

“But I’ll need to make sure I get to the Tulpar by ten for any last minute prep,” he says.

Lyra glances at the clock on her nightstand. It’s 7:36— they won’t have much time.

“So we’ve got a bit less than two a half hours,” she says. 

Curly tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, a bit of sadness lingering in his eyes. It’s at least nice to know that he hates leaving her as much as she does. “I’m going to miss you, star.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Lyra says. 

She’ll miss him every day. She always does when he goes out on trips like this, but this one will be even longer than usual. It’s not like the two of them won’t be able to interact with each other from time to time— the Tulpar can send and receive messages, and as captain he’ll be able to send letters to her. But that’s not the same as having him here with her, of having him buried under the blankets in bed with her, of being able to feel his steady heartbeat in his chest. 

“I’ll take you out to the best dinner I can afford when I come back,” Curly promises. “And you’ll have to tell me about every story you’ve written since I left.”

“Sounds nice,” Lyra says. 

“It will be. And I’m sure I’ll have stories from the trip for you too,” he says. 

“Who all’s with you for this one again?”

“The usual crew, and Jimmy’s co-piloting again. We’ve also got an intern this time.” Curly sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “I should have pushed them to make sure the Tulpar’s ready for five people, but they sprung that on me last week. We might need to be a little more conservative with the food— at least we shouldn’t need to worry about using any of the cryo pods.”

Lyra frowns. “They really should have given you more stuff if they were going to do that last minute. I don’t want you all starving.”

“We’ll be fine. This will be longer than usual, but it’s nothing too far out of the ordinary for us to handle,” Curly assures. 

“I hope so. But you really need to speak up for yourself more, especially on stuff like this that could make things harder for everyone,” she says. 

Lyra thinks he could apply that same logic to Jimmy too. She’s never liked him much, not when he’s always making rude comments to Curly. Him complaining about how much harder his life is than Curly’s is why Curly even helped him get this job, as if it’s his fault that Jimmy’s irresponsible and skilled at ruining his own life. She’s sure part of it comes from jealousy— that would help explain some of the looks he would give her too— but either way, she can only barely tolerate him for Curly’s sake. 

“I know,” Curly says. He presses a quick kiss to her shoulder. 

“You’re very affectionate this morning,” Lyra notes. Not that she minds— it’s always flattering when Curly gets sweet with her like this.

“I have about two and a half hours to get in a year’s worth of kisses for you,” he replies.

“That’ll be a lot of kisses.”

“It will.” He gives her another kiss, this time on the side of her neck.

“Maybe you should split them up. Give me half up front, half when you get back.”

“Is that going to be enough to hold you over?” Curly asks. He traces a couple more light kisses down her neck, going from her jaw to her collarbone. 

“I’ll be able to make do.” Lyra has to be able to. It’s going to be a long year, but the thought of getting to be with Curly again later will hopefully help her get through it. “But I’m expecting a several hour long make out session with you when you get back.”

“I might be able to do that,” he says with a laugh. “For now, though…”

He turns her face towards his, one hand on her cheek. Then he leans closer, kissing the beauty mark just below her left eye. 

“That one’s for my lucky star that'll guide me home,” Curly says, planting another quick kiss there. “On my favorite constellation.”

Lyra smiles, holding him close. She wishes that she never had to let him go, that she could keep him in this moment with her forever. But life always seems to manage to get in the way. All she can do is enjoy what little time they have left together before he has to leave. 

“I love you,” Lyra says. 

Curly grins, repositioning to line himself up on top of her. The tip of his nose brushes against hers, and even through the dark she can see the brilliant blue of his eyes. “I love you too.”

“Do you want some coffee before you head out?”

“Please. We always run out fast on the ship.”

Lyra squeezes Curly tight in her arms, soaking up every moment of intimacy she can with him before he has to leave. 

“Then let’s see if I can get you up and running,” she says. 

Lyra gets the call during her lunch break. She takes her meal out of the microwave, leaving it on the counter when her phone starts ringing. She picks it up without thinking, expecting nothing more than a telemarketer or reminder to pick up her prescriptions from the drug store. 

“Hi, is this Lyra Pastore?” the person on the phone asks. 

She tucks the phone between her ear and her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m calling from Saint Mercy’s hospital. Grant Curly had you listed as his emergency contact.”

Lyra’s heart plummets in her chest. Curly’s not supposed to be back for another two months. If he’s not only back early but also in the hospital, that must mean something horrible happened. Her mind races to what could have happened— maybe whatever they were transporting was dangerous and reacted poorly to being carried out into space, maybe the ship wasn’t able to handle the extra crew member and they started running out of resources so everyone nearly starved to death. Maybe something even worse happened. Whatever it is, it has to be bad if they’re calling her. 

“Ms. Pastore?” the person on the phone asks, snapping her out of her racing thoughts. 

“Is— is he alright?” Lyra manages to force out. Her throat is so tight she can barely get out the words, anxiety grasping tight around her at the thought of what might have happened to him. 

“We need you to make some medical decisions on his behalf. Is it possible for you to come today to consult with the doctors?” they say instead of answering. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.” Lyra takes a breath, hoping to force back tears at the thought of what could have happened to Curly. “I’ll be there soon as possible.”

[three-atoms]

Baby Lyra and Pantalaimon during the Great Flood

[A Flood, 1870, by John Everett Millais]

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Cozy City <3

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🌌✨ Meet Lyra Nebula ✨🌌

#SpookyCasChallenge Day 19 - Lost Alien

Welcome back to the cosmic world of my Halloween series! 🌙🛸 I’m excited to introduce the eighteenth character in this stellar journey: Lyra Nebula.

Lyra Nebula is no ordinary alien. Lost in the vast expanse of the universe, she finds herself stranded on Earth, far from her home planet. With her luminous eyes and ethereal presence, Lyra navigates this strange new world with a mix of wonder and longing. 🕯️

Her story is one of exploration and adaptation. As she searches for a way back to her home, Lyra encounters the beauty and complexity of Earth, forming unexpected connections along the way. Her tale is filled with moments of discovery, the challenge of fitting in, and the hope of finding her way back to the stars.

Stay tuned for more characters and tales as we delve deeper into this spellbinding series. 🌌✨

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Ocean Galaxy Members

pt: ocean galaxy members

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

Name — Pronouns — Identity — Species — Role(s)

Halme , Hals , Orion , Estella , Astra , Nyx — sae/saer , ae/aer , ai/aer , ny/nym , bi/byr , ou/ous , re/rei , sei/seir , vy/vyr , 🎨 , 🌌 , ✨ , 🌊 , 💧— noxaltovic , oceaspatium , ocealocusallion , paintic , paintgender , ✨emojic , coradogsharine , invimarwa , 🪸allion , corerian , coralmergender — Deity — Artisan

Sol , Lyra , Thaila , Mari , Meri , Aix , Muriel — ae/aer , ni/nym , vae/vaem , ze/zir , xe/xer , ze/hir , ao/aos , ce/cir , co/cos , 🌊 , 👽 , 👾 — oceanfluid / oceanfluid , fretumgender , oceancollector , alienscientist , AAliAB , alienhonum , radialienic , alienperspesque , — Aquatic Alien — Architect