#( a new mission✦ ic )

[lonestarflight]

The construction of the first stage of Apollo 6 Saturn V (AS-502), in the Michoud Assembly Facility, Factory at New Orleans, Louisiana.

"The unmanned Apollo 6 flight will test the thermal integrity of the launch vehicle and spacecraft, and their separation procedure."

Date: March 6, 1967

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[pollyna]

5 times through the years, Bradley sees Iceman, the navy pilot, and then the rising Admiral and learns almost nothing about him + 1 Bradley not only sees him but also gets to know him and Tom.

[kerothi]

"Man, what a mess."

[eternadyne]

Bounties, Beginnings, and a Click in the Lock. / @devourersofgods

'NEATH MIDNIGHT'S SHADOW DID HOPEFUL WINGS TAKE FLIGHT———landing upon the deck of the very beauty drawn with an exacting eye upon a crumpled yellowed page. An unmistakably majestic and stolen marvel of ishkian belonging, noble in name and structure both. In having glimpsed many a gauntlet runner in his desperate search for the genuine article, there was now nary a doubt in his mind that his true target would grace his presence soon enough. All that remained now was lying in wait until the fated hour.

The thick forests outside the comfort of Brilehaven's walls (and by proxy, the seas which seemed oddly calm this night) did well to assuage the mustari of the doubt that weighed upon his brow. It was not so much that he doubted his odds of claiming this bounty with strength alone———a secondary measure, just in case———but more that he doubted this thief's own willingness to even hear him out in the first place once he discovered his secret was now but a fleeting memory; his tracks uncovered, his capture imminent.

And so, against the backdrop of glittering stars and an ominous moon, Mana closed his eyes and breathed out a quiet sigh through the mask adorning his head; mindful of the magla that hovered so faintly around him, staff clutched tight 'neath snow white robes. In the end, he probably only had one good shot at this. But accepting defeat was not an outcome he would take lying down.

He would see his dream be made reality. Even if it meant clipping an angel's wings.

[drekkavac]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  .   ─   still  accepting  .

❝  Okay  ,  so  I  know  I'm  all  about  not  TOUCHING  anything  in  my  apartment  .  ❞   They're  setting  up  for  something  .   Pulling  him  in  by  the  hand  into  her  Brooklyn  apartment  for  another  sleepover  .   They've  grown  ,  now  Anya's  comfortable  with  him  actually  staying  the  night  .   Something  that  always  takes  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  to  get  to  .   But  with  @renownedagent  Marcus  it  was  …  Easy  .    ❝  But  you've  been  staying  the  night  a  lot  lately  &  my  dad  &  I  still  wanna  do  our  traditional  runs  so  ..  ❞    As  they  reach  her  room  ,  Anya  pulls  him  to  the  wardrobe  ,  pulling  the  door  open  with  their  other  hand  to  reveal  a  bare  section  of  the  wardrobe  .   ❝  Now  you  have  a  space  for  your  stuff  .  ❞    They  had  gotten  the  advice  from  their  DAD  actually  .   Asking  when  the  guy  was  moving  in  .   They  weren't  ready  for  that  …  But  it  had  got  them  thinking  .    ❝  Only  if  you  want  of  course  .   Totally  up  to  you  .  ❞

[trainforanother1000years]

I think it would be cool if the new players are let loose in the ruins of the original qsmp area off stream maybe a couple days before the og islanders are able to make their way back

[kaasiand]

I grew up playing some metroidvania Flash games (the Robot Wants series in particular is what I remember most fondly) but had never played any Metroid game up until now, so I started playing the 2D Metroids last week when Zero Mission came out on NSO and I went through them all in release-ish order (ZM as my starting entry, then NES, GB, Super, Fusion, AM2R). I absolutely loved Zero Mission, Super and AM2R (I liked the others a bunch too; imo Fusion's linearity felt justified by the story progressing as you played and also just this raw feeling of constant tension) but then I really did not like the way Samus Returns felt 1-2 hours in (of all things they kept from the GB original it was the fucking screen crunch, and the circle pad just does NOT feel good for this; movement felt wayyy too sluggish in a way that feels typical of 2.5D games to me, and the shooting combat just got completely replaced by the melee counter which I did not like) so I just kinda skipped it and moved on to Dread (which I'm still playing now) and while I enjoy the way Samus's movement feels a lot more (minus the stupid trajectory-locked walljump from Fusion), I don't think I like the game's overall design all that much.

Literally every fucking attack deals 100 damage so you don't get any room for error whatsoever during boss fights, because you can only take like 5 hits before you die; tanking your way through damage always felt like a risk for higher rewards or a way to get something you weren't meant to get earlier on, but now the numbers feel cranked up wayyyyyy too high. You don't get to try and figure out a boss's attack patterns halfway during the fight and learn AS you fight, instead, you have to die a million times when you almost figure something out but failed the execution because every single action requires you to hold three buttons simultaneously and juggle these button combos around constantly. And the game throws a boss at you literally every 10-20 minutes and locks you down one-way paths every single time so the game barely even lets you explore, like, this is literally just a boss rush game at this point and half the bosses don't even reward you with anything. Super and ZM felt like they were actively INVITING me to break the game and go against the game's intentions and even made me wish to replay the games at some point in the future to take things on differently, and I totally understand what made those such genre-defining games. Dread just completely isn't what I was hoping it would be (also where the hell is this game's MUSIC)

[kxllerblond]

OPEN.

❝ Boundaries...❞ he said again, turning now-—his chosen cufflinks still gathered in his hand. His expression was expectant, then slightly confused. ❝ You know...? What you discuss to during the planning conversation? The conversation you have before you go live with any sort of covert operation we need to be on the same page about? You didn't think we would just wing it...did you? ❞

His brows knit as he slowly began to pin his cufflinks in place, all the while squinting at his partner for the evening. ❝ You have done this sort of thing before, right? ❞

[warpcursed]

"Of course He is. I can't get the damned eldritch horror to leave me alone."

[driftingvoid-155]

Am I gonna get kicked out of the fnaf fandom if I say I liked Willys Wonderland more than the fnaf movie

[outofthiisworld]

@5mind sent in: [Containment Breach] (for Doc) (unit either green or red)

[🧪] “Didn’t any of these bozos watch Jurassic Park?”

An occasional, red light pulsed overhead as both Doc and Red One passed rows of stasis chambers— full of a viscous jelly that contained half-developed abominations (if one looked real hard at them, they could pass off as dinosaurs).

“Sure, sure— the film had some faults, eh you know, some holes in its understanding of genetic engineering mind you— and don’t even get me STARTED on the paleontology falsities,” Even when inspecting an ATLAS laboratory, tucked away in some desolate jungle, the old doctor could still find a way to fill in the silence. 

“But, really now. This seems like overkill,” Doc examined a containment cell closer, the monstrosity inside twitched.

“Unless the sick bastards here were inspired by the film… you know, I wouldn’t put it past any of these knuckle-headed scientists. Too busy with if they could, instead of thinking if they should.”

Drip. Drop. Something wet hit the tile.

“Oh, of course. Take a look at this.”

At the end of the row, a single stasis chamber remained— much larger than the others and shattered open. The viscous jelly coated the floor surrounding it, alongside shrapnel of glass: but no monstrosity in sight.

[lonestarflight]

"The first stage (S-IC-3) of Saturn V being lowered to a horizontal position at Michoud Assembly Facility (MAF). MAF manufactured the stages of the Saturn IB and V, including the S-1C stage."

Date: February 1, 1968

NASA ID: S67-59506

[pollyna]

It's just when he comes home, a bag left by the door and their cat meowing for attention, that Mav remembers he didn't kiss Ice the morning he left for the mission. He didn't say goodbye either. He just- caressed his cheek because Ice was sleeping and Mav didn't want to wake him up again and murmured a "I'm going to be back soon love". Mav sits, in the middle of the living room, and the only thing he can think about is the missed kissed and how he was frenetic to be gone to be back as soon it was possible. But no kiss. No more kisses to or from his husband. Not now, not ever again. The realisation hits him harder than Warlock's words. Tom is really gone.

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[eternadyne]

❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ / JUNAH | @junahs

THE TINGE OF MERRIMENT IN SO HUSHED A TONE MADE THE BLOOD ON HIS HANDS SEEM SO VERY INSIGNIFICANT ——— yet even so, they could not cease their trembling, as though he himself had been the one who dealt the fatal blow; the one whose fingers stifled the very air he breathed. The one who did not let go until certain that he would never draw another.

Though relieved for the (supposed) success of their cover story———there was no way Louis wholeheartedly believed it, and he’d be foolish to think otherwise———there was still… unease. Worry. A disturbance of the heart borne from the constant reminder that this could all come crashing down if he were not careful enough. He could not afford to fail. He could not afford to let it end here.

The gentle flutter of Gallica’s wings near his ear, however, allowed for some of the deluge to drain from his mind; his focus soon returned to the very woman who was his confidant in circumstance alone. Words were to be picked carefully, for he could not yet discern how far this would go.

“N-…No, not really. It honestly could’ve gone a lot worse.” Better him than themselves, for the path to the throne was never a bloodless affair. “…On that note, though, I hope you’re alright yourself ———…he hit you pretty hard, so I can’t say I feel that sorry for him.”

[drekkavac]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌.  That  he  could  leave  them  at  the  house  without  having  to  worry  or  call  nearly  every  five  minutes.   Anya  didn't  BLAME  Harvey  for  the  nervousness.   Had  the  roles  been  reversed  ,  Anya  couldn't  say  the  idea  of  leaving  a  mentally  delicate  former  assassin  alone  for  eight  hours  was  an  idea  they  would  have  been  comfortable  with.   But  this  was  a  chance  for  Anya  to  show  that  she  could  be  fine.

If  only  they  had  been  right  about  that.

The  new  morning  routine  was  what  they  focused  on  what  he  left.   Walking  the  house  to  make  sure  it  was  still  empty  ,  workout  inside  ,  eat  ,  &  from  there  it  was  usually  ready  whatever  she  could  find  in  the  house  ,  or  sketch  in  the  sketchbook  he  got  after  finding  out  they  had  a  knack  for  drawing.   Most  of  it  had  been  spent  drawing  ,  but  she  alternated  between  the  activities.   TV  was  STILL  something  they  hadn't  managed  to  make  to  try  yet.

It  had  been  while  they  were  sitting  in  the  living  room  ,  the  early  stages  of  a  sketch  of  some  foliage  outside  while  they  let  themselves  zone  out.   The  quiet  was  nice  ,  but  those  watchful  scans  continued  even  while  they  drew.   ALWAYS  VIGILANT  in  case  their  suspicions  ever  came  to  be  true  ,  &  agents  came  to  Dent's  door  after  finding  her.   While  it  wasn't  an  agent  that  caught  their  attention  …  It  had  been  a  delivery  man.   Harmless  ,  any  person  would  see  them  all  the  time.   What  registered  in  Anya's  mind  ,  was  DANGER.

Then  the  doorbell  rang.   Heart  started  pounding  ,  &  her  throat  felt  IMPOSSIBLY  tight  as  eyes  shifted  to  the  kitchen.   Harvey  didn't  keep  guns  ,  but  she  did.   All  hidden  ,  the  locations  only  known  to  them  that  they  had  STASHED  around  the  house  just  in  case.   One  of  them  fastened  under  the  nightstand.   Much  more  effective.

Reaching  for  the  gun  ,  they  made  their  way  to  the  front  door  ,  another  RING  of  the  doorbell  from  the  delivery  man.   Heart  beats  pounded  EVEN  HARDER  ,  LOUDER.   They  were  only  a  few  steps  away  from  the  door  now.   Nobody  was  getting  in  here.

The  door  flung  open  ,  &  the  poor  ,  unsuspecting  man  was  met  with  &  UNFAMILIAR  face  ,  &  gun  drawn  &  ready.   Survival  instincts  well  kicked  in  ,  opposite  blue  &  green  eyes  stared  down  the  young  man.    ❝  WHO  SENT  YOU?!  ❞    Their  voice  was  serious.   DEMANDING  an  answer  before  cocking  the  gun.   The  delivery  man  ,  simply  dropped  the  package  ,  before  running  back  to  the  safety  of  his  truck. 

FUCK!

Reality  sunk  in.   Eyes  watched  as  TERRIFIED  child  as  far  as  the  woman  currently  standing  on  the  front  porch  as  stunned  ..  &  SCARED  as  the  young  man  speeding  down  the  street.   It  wasn't  really  …  It  wasn't  a  THREAT.   It  was  just  a  kid.   Just  a  kid  who  was  doing  his  job.   Hands  shook.   Metal  clinking  as  the  gun  shifted  in  their  hands.   Seconds  later  …  Eyes  began  FRANTICALLY  looking  around  the  street  ,  before  quickly  retreating  inside  before  anyone  else  saw.

From  there  ,  Anya  had  SNAPPED.   The  gun  dropped  to  the  floor  …  Legs  felt  UNSTEADY  &  soon  …  Seeing  the  house  around  her  wasn't  a  task  they  could  complete.   The  rest  …  That  was  something  that  Anya  couldn't  remember  after  it  all  went  black.   They  couldn't  remember  the  BREAKDOWN.   The  single  hole  in  the  wall  from  a  punch  leaving  cuts  on  their  fist  ,  before  retreating  to  the  only  place  they  knew  they  could  get  somewhere  dark  &  cold  …  THE  BASEMENT.

By  the  time  @halfdent  came  home  ,  the  house  was  DARK.   Lights  having  not  been  turned  on  once  the  SUNLIGHT  no  longer  served  it's  purpose  to  light  the  house.   Chairs  shuffled  from  a  STUMBLE  during  Anya's  retreat  to  the  basement  ,  the  door  leading  their  open  ,  &  the  gun  sitting  on  the  floor  near  the  table.   The  missing  person?   Huddled  in  a  corner  ,  knees  squeezed  IMPOSSIBLY  TIGHT  on  the  floor.   Shivers  &  tremors  here  &  there.