#eos-in-orbit

[oldcf]

this is for my people. with the silly podcast syndrome.

[beesgav]

I really prefer when they make him a bit more chubby over scrawny

[romantichopelessly]

not to be completely brain rotted but I am so unbelievably close to writing an Adansey AU inspired by Vicious by VE Schwab.

[tunemyart]

I mean, I know that the reason Trevor Langan keeps popping up on SVU after all this time is bc the actor is married to Mariska Hargitay, and anytime they're each other's "dates" to a thing it's just meta but... imagine. if all of this is all just setting up surprise!Olivia Benson/Trevor Langan endgame.

[little-lanterns]

Gt is literally the worst gacha I have ever played. If there is way to read the ENTIRE lore easily including the one from the eos prequel game I would've gladly left it behind. Instead I have to get skill issued every single stage just because I want to know if my blorbo will finally get punished for his crime or not

[nerding-out-w-john]

Welcome to my John Tracy RP Blog!

Chances are, you've caught me mid-rescue operation, but EOS is filtering and compiling questions on my behalf so that when I have a moment I can respond.

Please send me questions about physics, space, life on TB5, and whatever nerdiness your heart desires!

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Open to interaction with canon character RP blogs and non-RP blogs.

Check in with me by DM over on @tracybirds if you want to interact via an original character RP blog first :)

I see my friends, you get ONE question about TB5's orbit. Once I've struck this through, I'm ignoring the rest lol <3

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From @thundergirl007

From @thundergirl007 to @arwensarboretum

John and EOS

All 5 brothers spending quality time together (With John on Earth??).

I'm glad we're in this together" - said by any of the brothers.

Preferences: No shipping please. Rating: General Favourite character: John.

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It’s strange, the way the heartbeat of Thunderbird Five almost blends into the nothingness when the space monitor is here constantly. A tranquillity that very few people will ever get to experience in the huge, wide universe.

The pulsing of the life support system, the humming of the radio, the hissing of the lights when the motion sensors activate as he moves around the space station.

Loud in its own right, completely silent in the best way.

And yet, from all the way up here - the vastness and emptiness of orbit - he can still hear the sound of what he believes to be Gordon blaring out Christmas songs around the Tracy Island villa.

“GORDON!”

The voice shouted down the radio grills, catching him off guard somewhat. Presumably to try and find the mischievous redhead through every available IR channel on our communications network.

“Scott sounds in considerable distress, John.”

“That he does, EOS.”

Weightlessly floating his way to the central control room, where the main communication centre is, EOS has already pulled up what appears to be Scott's irritated figure on the hologram.

The image was a bit hard to make out specifically what it was, but it looked like Scott was covered in dust. A fine white dust that caked him, like he'd walked into the worlds oldest building and fell right into a pile of old rubble.

A strange image for someone currently on Tracy Island.

"Everything ok down there, Scott?" John asked, doing his very best to suppress the laugh, as juvenile as that would be. He looked ridiculous.

"Can you find me our blond haired mischief maker from up there, John? I've got a bone to pick with him." He ruffled his hair and the dust flew off him in all directions.

"Scott appears to be covered in some kind of fine substance. For what purpose is unclear."

EOS' summary of the situation was apt, and he hoped that Scott hadn't heard her, although it would have been funny if he had.

"Why, what has he done now?" he asked, watching Scott's communicator signal move around the villa from Thunderbird 1's hangar to the lounge.

"Do you want to take a wild guess, brother?"

"Re-enacted the bathroom escapade from when he was 7?"

"Close, but not quite."

Scott's hologram then disappeared from the monitor, but John could practically hear him storming around on the island looking for the brother in question. Whether Scott knew he was in the lounge, "innocently" reading a book, is debatable. Either way, he was making his way there with a ruthless determination that he did not want to miss a single moment of. Gordon was certainly going to be in some serious brotherly trouble.

Now would be a seriously bad time for a distress call.

"Oh Scott!" said brother - sat on the lounge with his feet up - all smiles, was holding a comic book in front of him, "to what do I owe the pleasure this time?"

"Don't you act like you don't know!" Scott roared from the stairs.

"I swear, I didn't do anything -!"

"You made me look like the Ghost of Christmas Past, you stupid -!"

"Is this a situation that popcorn would be for, John?"

"Oh, yes it is EOS."

Virgil Tracy was just passing through Thunderbird 2's hangar to get to the lounge when he heard the sound of the space elevator docking in its place and decided to take a minor detour to greet the arrival.

As expected, John was still in his IR gear, with only a small bag of belongings brought down with him, and Virgil would bet money that they were books and underwear.

"Welcome home, John!" he greeted, opening his arms out for an embrace that John welcomed.

"Good to see you too, Virg. How was the journey back from Colorado?"

Virgil patted a hand on his stomach lightly. "Long, I'm definitely ready for some lunch. Running around a power plant really did a number on my appetite."

The pair made their way up the stairs and into the villa proper. The heat hit Virgil like a train as they entered the lounge on their way to the kitchen. It was something all of them had to get used to when they moved out onto the other hemisphere from where they were born and raised in Kansas. The scorching heat in the December months was something he just about managed to get used to in recent years, mainly because it was something of a family tradition to watch Home Alone and the Chicago snowfall was such a nostalgic sight that for just those moments, they forget that snow here in the South Pacific isn't possible.

Even if snow isn't a part of recent Tracy family holiday festivities, the lounge was still warmly decorated with tinsel and a tree up by the piano that everyone had helped decorate. Even MAX had helped put up the tinsel with Brains (although the less said about the methods, the better). Gold and red and blue trimmed the balcony and handrails, little bells hung from the lampshades on the wall, and a little singing robin statuette was situated with pride of place on the little table in the centre of the room. The poor little thing was their mother's, it was old and battered, the little "branch" it perched on has been broken and fixed, and Brains had tinkered with its mechanics to make it sing sweetly again, not the distorted noise it used to make years ago.

And lastly, perfectly placed on the tree, hanging from a middle branch, was the last family photo taken at Christmastime that featured their mother.

It's been put on that tree every year since she died, and that tradition will never change. The seven of them, smiling at the camera with a snowman in the middle of the frame. Little Alan barely as tall as the thing they had made, holding onto his hat and giving a wide, toothy smile. He probably doesn't remember that Christmas.

“Where is everyone? The kitchen’s just as empty as the rest of the house.” Virgil mused, noting that it didn’t even look like the automated kitchen module had been switched on to make anything for lunch.

John just shrugged.

“Oh well. I’ll put something on, we need to have a good catch up now you’re back with us.”

Lunch wouldn’t take long to prepare, especially given that all Virgil really wanted was a sandwich, and John probably didn’t want much more than that either. He simply took his spot at the dinner table, the one he always used down here, with a more careful than usual descent into the seat. Virgil made the pair the same thing. Ham and cheddar sandwiches, which they were both eager to dig into once Virgil brought the plates over.

It was nice, just the two of them. Aside from rescues and the occasional private conversation through their comms channel, Virgil didn’t often have one-on-one chats with John. Mainly because they were birds of a feather, very much enjoying their own company before anything else. John listening for distress calls, reading, studying the stars. Virgil playing the piano or painting in the lounge.

“Do you know if my packages arrived?” John asked.

“I’m not sure, I didn’t see anything yesterday, and today I’ve been in Colorado.”

“That’s a shame. No one is getting presents this year then.”

“I think we can live with that just this once John, it’s just good to have you earthside for a few days.”

“We’ll see if I feel the same way after 24 hours in gravity with both Gordon and Alan.”

“You mean you won’t even stay for Grandma’s Christmas disaster – I mean, dinner?”

“I think I can hear a distress call from 24 hours in the future, Virgil get to Thunderbird 2 –“

The pair laughed, and almost on cue, the sound of distant voices, running footsteps, and a crash from somewhere upstairs. Getting closer and closer with every passing second, the voices soon distinguished themselves to be Alan, Gordon and Scott.

“Come here! I will have my vengeance!”

“Gotta catch up first, slowpoke!”

The trio pounded down the stairs. Scott, then Alan and Gordon.

Scott looked like he had barely enough time to turn the corner from the stairs before the Terrible Two were on his tail. Not nearly as covered in whatever-it-was-powder as he was before, presumably all the running had dusted him off somewhat.

Right behind him were said terrible two, and they seemed to have suffered a similar fate as the eldest brother. From the smell of them as they ran past, whatever it was, was sickly sweet. Powdered sugar, perhaps? Either way they left a trail of sugar in their wake.

Scott had run around the kitchen island, and Gordon and Alan waited for him at either side, pinning him to his spot with an almost military efficiency that even Scott should have seen coming.

Did Brains invent a de-aging machine or something, what is going on with Scott?  He’s not acted like this since those boys were tiny terrors.

“Hi John!” Alan turned around and cheerily waved, before giving his attention back to the eldest brother.

“Good to see you Alan,” John chuckled, “and you Gordon. Scott”

“Not now, it’s payback time.”

“You started this, Gordon! Don’t dish it if you can’t take it!”

Virgil should not have been surprised that Gordon took advantage of his and Scott’s absence from the island to play a practical joke with Scott for him to find on his return. What was surprising is that Scott somehow fell for it regardless.

Finishing up the last of his sandwich, John stood up, ignoring the war games going on elsewhere in the kitchen. “Well, this has been fun. I’ll go get changed, can’t be looking like this all day, I’ll melt.”

“I’ll wash up then,” Virgil started to get up too, picking up both John’s and his own plate. “John.”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad we could all be here together for the holidays. Even if it seems that the house will be dusted with sugar for days.”

Virgil side eyed the footprints and trails of sugar from the kitchen floor to the stairs and dreaded to think what it was like upstairs in the living quarters.

“Glad to be here. Just like old times.”

Gordon was the one to break the stalemate over there, and he positively lunged for the eldest brother. Alan was quick to join him, and the three were all on the kitchen floor in a tangled mess of a pile.

Just like old times indeed.

[gumnut-logic]

J Protocol

The Protocols

This one is a long time coming and I've been staring at it for hours, so have no idea if it is good enough and it hasn't been read through by anyone but me, so I'm going in blind.

This is for @onereyofstarlight who has waited long enough ::hugs::

I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

John liked to be alone.

It allowed him to rest, to think, and to be himself. There were no demands on how he needed to act, what he was wearing or what he felt like saying.

Alone he could serenade the stars, karaoke dance to his ABBA collection, read without anyone commenting on what he was reading, and, hell, leave the bathroom door open if he wanted to. Being alone had its advantages.

But it also had its disadvantages.

Today had been an unpleasant one.

The fish brother in the back of his head cried foul and described it in much more colourful terms, in several different languages - did Gordon actually know how to speak Greek? All of the above would have had Grandma threatening to clean his mouth out with soap, but really, John couldn’t help but agree with the description.

Even the thought of his little brother had him smiling just a little as Thunderbird Five slowly grew larger.

He had been out in his exosuit, something he usually enjoyed when a rescue was close by. This had involved a couple of idiots in orbit who had done something very, very stupid.

And it cost them everything.

John had been fast, but space was faster and it took their lives.

Scott had been on comms at the time. His eldest brother had all the kind words amongst the command decisions, but a mission failure was still a failure and after the long shift before it, John was just tired and sad.

Returning home to Five was a relief, but there was part of him, a very small part of him, who missed the loud of home.

He liked being alone.

But he loved his family.

And today sucked all the ass.

Gordon, watch your language.

Talkin’ to yourself, bro.

Solitude also tended to promote conversations with himself.

“John, which airlock will you be using?”

But then, was he truly alone?

“The rear ‘lock, Eos. The suit needs some repairs and a good clean.”

“Should I alert Virgil?”

“No, I can manage.” But that would be an excuse to see his big brother. Virgil wasn’t a fan of space, but he would drop by at any hint of John needing help.

A glance in the direction of Tracy Island, in midnight darkness just like the whole half a planet beneath him.

John sighed as he slowed, firing reverse thrusters to kill off his velocity, to a smooth pacing of Five. Splattering himself across her solar panels would certainly be an undesirable end to an already shitty day.

Eos had the airlock open and waiting, enabling John to slip in quietly. Five crept around him with her protection. Being out in space was a raw experience. Beautiful, but raw. His ‘bird provided a sense of security with cahelium between him and the harsh environment.

The airlock sealed and the air pressure welled up, familiar in its reassuring caress. The inner door slipped open and he pushed off gently into the module he had left in such a hurry several hours earlier.

He ran through the disassembly routine for his exosuit, robotic arms pulling it gently from his body. For some reason he found himself leaning into that metallic touch.

Damn, maybe he had been away from Tracy Island for too long.

He would have to schedule some leave.

But he had that experiment running…and Auckland University were waiting for his write up on his comet. He could do the writing on Tracy Island - would his brothers give him the space?

The pun was ignored.

His brothers tried. He knew they tried. They respected his wishes as much as they could. Didn’t understand them, but respected them. They knew social interaction took energy he felt better spent elsewhere. They knew that what worked for them didn’t necessarily work for him.

They tried.

Hard.

But he also knew they missed him.

And he loved them for it.

Returning to Earth added him to their lives in three dimensions and they often wanted to take advantage of that. Hell, he wanted to take advantage.

But there was transition time from space to Earth, and all the stuff he had up here, and…

God, he was tired.

The mechanics finished up, leaving him floating free in the centre of the module.

He let himself drift just a little.

“John?”

Eos didn’t ask if he was okay, but the question was there anyway.

He sighed. “Stash the exosuit, I’ll do the repairs tomorrow.”

“Yes, John.” How did she put so much emotional inflection into those two words?

He refused to sigh again, simply reaching out to touch the wall and nudge himself towards the airlock leading into the central hub of Five.

The room lit up as he entered, the familiar map of the planet below spreading out across the spherical walls. The rescue indicators were clear for once in his life and he was quite happy to pass by the map and head for the gravity ring, aiming for his bathroom and the chance to clean off the sweat under his uniform.

“Hey.”

The sudden appearance of a body blocking his path confused his exhausted brain and he was slow to connect the dots of green, blue and heavy lifting brother.

“Whoa, Johnny, take a breath.”

A hand steadied him where his reaction had sent him spinning just a little.

“Virgil? What? Eos, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Virgil asked me not to. You said I should listen to Virgil, so I did.”

John deflated, and sighed in exasperation. “Virgil, why? You scared the shit out of me.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow.

Okay, so plain, old boring swear words weren’t usually his thing, but he was tired.

That eyebrow twitched in his direction.

Oh.

“Just dropping in for a home visit. That last situation was a rough one.”

“I’m fine, Virgil.” He pushed past his brother. “Just need some sleep.”

“Uh-huh.”

John rolled his eyes as he pushed himself out into the ring, his feet lightly landing in the low gravity environment. He strode across cahelium reinforced glass. “If you’re going to order me back to Tracy Island, I rather you didn’t.”

Virgil was obviously following him, the soft squeak of his specialised boots on the glass a not unfamiliar sound. “Haven’t even thought about it. Just wanted to drop by and see how you were going.”

“At two in the morning.”

“I’m a night owl.” He could feel his brother’s smile bounce off the back of his head.

John grunted as he reached the doors to his rooms. He turned to his brother standing behind him. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Back shortly.”

“Scott says debrief in the morning, but I would like to check you over before bed.”

“Really?” It was whiney and childish, and he earned that extra eyebrow arch, but damnit, he was tired.

“Really.” And there was just that touch of steel in Virgil’s voice. Not quite the same as Scott’s commander tone, but just as final. “Don’t make me come in there after you.”

“Fine.” He threw open the door and wished he could slam it behind him with all the petulance he felt right now.

Virgil didn’t answer, nor did he follow him.

It only took a moment or two for the guilt to sink in and John was faced with the fact that Virgil was worried about him. He climbed up into orbit, into space which he didn’t enjoy, to check on his little brother, only to encounter …John.

He let his head drop against the glass of his bedroom wall. Because of the lower gravity, his forehead did not hit with any of the thump he needed it to.

A sigh. He would apologise, but first he needed to get clean.

-o-o-o-

It was a bit longer than he had expected when he finally emerged from his rooms, but he felt just a little bit more human for the clean and new spacesuit.

Time also helped. His head had been caught up in rescue gone bad. Those few extra minutes helped him step back and breathe.

Virgil wasn’t outside his door, which, considering he’d likely left him with the impression he might have to hogtie John to get the readings he needed, was a surprise.

“Eos, where is Virgil?”

“In the infirmary. John, do you like pineapple?”

He frowned, heading in the direction of the small room set aside for medical needs on the gravity ring. “Yes, why?”

“Even if it is on pizza?”

“Uh, no. Pineapple should never be put on pizza.” He frowned as he slipped into the infirmary. “Have you been talking to Gordon?”

“Yes, and he is most emphatic that pizza should include pineapple in its toppings.”

“Gordon has issues.”

Virgil snorted. “That he does.” His brother looked up as John entered. Apparently, he was doing a medical supply inventory.

He had removed his baldric and harness, and was standing in his overalls-styled uniform without his usual green. It wasn’t right.

As if sensing John’s affronted senses, Virgil frowned. “You okay?”

John shrugged and sat down quietly, and obediently, on the small bed. “You need the green.”

Virgil looked down at himself, wrinkling his nose. “I do feel kind of naked.”

“So why did you take it off?”

“Didn’t need it. Need the suit for safety, but didn’t want to clink every time I moved.” He pulled the medscanner out of it protective sleeve on the bulkhead.

John held up a hand. “Sorry about before. I-“

Virgil put a hand on his arm. “Nothing. Been there, it’s not fun. Understandable.” And that was the end of that.

Virgil gently pushed John’s arm down to his side and began waving the scanner over John’s body.

Ten seconds later he turned off the scanner. “You’re good. Could do with some food, drink and sleep, but everything else is fine. You don’t even have any bruises.” A gentle smile. “You’re good, John.”

“Thank you.” There was a double meaning there, good in health and a compliment on a good job done. “And thank you for coming all the way up here. I could have saved you the trip.” He did know how to use the medscanner, after all.

“There is more to your health than what that scanner can tell me.” Virgil eyed him as he put the device away. “Besides, I like to see my all my brothers from time to time.”

“The time, Virgil. You should be in bed.”

Then as if to throw John completely out of whatever universe he was currently in, Alan bounded through the door. “Virg, it’s working. All ready to go.” His littlest brother looked up. “Oh, hey, John.” And he darted out as fast as he had entered.

“What?” The word burst out of his mouth. “How-?” He glared at Virgil. “What’s going on?”

But Virgil just straightened and smiled. “J Protocol.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” Virgil strode past him and pushed open the door. “Come with.”

John found his mouth open and had to shut it. “Virgil-“

“Nope.” His brother waved an arm towards the door. “C’mon.”

Instinctively, John knew that if he didn’t move, Virgil would start on more drastic transport options. After all, John had seen his heavy lifting brother throw Scott over his shoulder in exasperation.

Virgil always got his way eventually.

John let his shoulders drop and walked through the door.

This time he felt like stomping instead of slamming, but the same emotion was behind both.

“Virgil, I’m fine.”

His brother nudged him forward as he shut the door behind them. “Good. Keep it that way.”

“But-“

A strong arm wrapped around his shoulders. “John, you need this.”

“I-“

But his brother herded him through the airlock into the central hub of Thunderbird Five.

The sphere was full of brothers.

And pizza boxes.

Scott was sitting cross-legged like some kind of suspended Buddha, poking at his phone. Gordon was upside down chattering non-stop to Alan who was the right way up - there was no ‘up’ in space, but there definitely was an ‘up’ on Thunderbird Five, despite the lack of gravity in her central hub - and conversing with an ease that spoke of extensive space experience.

An irrational sense of pride of his littlest brother swelled John’s heart.

All at once the three brothers realised John was in the room.

“Johnny! Welcome to the party!”

Alan flipped midair in an obvious over-the-top move to land right next to John. “Hey, John, way until you see what we’ve done.”

John frowned. “What have you done?” They better not have messed with his ‘bird.

But Scott had unfolded and was narrowing in on John with a frown. He didn’t say anything, just glanced a question at Virgil who gave him a nod.

His two eldest brothers were irritating when they did that, especially when the non-verbal conversation was obviously about him.

Scott reached out and gently clasped John’s arm. “Good job out there today.”

Yesterday, technically. “What are you all doing up here?”

“Pizza party!” Gordon’s eyes were glowing with glee.

“At 2.30 in the morning?”

Scott shrugged. “Sometimes pizza is just needed.” And there was something in his big brother’s eyes.

Goddamnit, he was fine.

But then Scott gently pulled him into a hug. It wasn’t tight, just a wrap of his arms around John, his head resting, just touching John’s shoulder.

The room was oddly silent.

And John found himself leaning into the hug. His brother’s caring touch etching into his skin, drawing him in deeper, feeding a need he hadn’t realised he had.

His head fell quietly onto Scott’s shoulder. The moment it touched, his brother’s grip tightened just a fraction before loosening again…so, so gentle.

Oh god.

But then Scott was equally as gently pulling away, blue eyes eyeing him as if unsure how he would react. Perhaps gauging his next move.

A big hand landed on his back and its partner wrapped around Scott’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” Virgil nudged himself between them, aiming for the huge pile of floating boxes.

The moment snapped and the world started moving again. Gordon and Alan joined Virgil with the boxes, happily discussing toppings…which ultimately led to the ongoing war between yes-pineapple and no-pineapple on pizza.

Gordon was never going to win that one, outvoted four to one, but he was a determined fish and kept up the battle at every chance.

It was a familiar sound of home.

Blue eyes were still staring at him. Saying so much unsaid.

“Hey, Johnny, me and Virg set up something cool for you.” Alan was bouncing as much as he could in a zero-g environment.

It forced John to look away from Scott. “What have you done?”

“Virgil said he wanted to set you free, but keep you safe, so we did this.” Alan poked at his wrist control.

And the hub walls disappeared.

What?

All his brothers, the stack of pizza, the random slice of pepperoni that chose that moment to drift through his eyeline - all of it, and them, was floating above the night side of Earth with nothing around them.

Thunderbird Five was gone.

His breath caught in his throat. “How?”

Virgil was smiling as he gazed at the view, pizza slice in hand. “A few more sensors on her hull, improved communication with the holoprojectors, and a little bit of programming by Alan, and you have your own space-themed holodeck.”

He stared at the lights of Auckland and Sydney. “You built me a holodeck?”

“Isn’t it cool?!” Alan was definitely bouncing.

John nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool.”

“This is the default view. It draws directly from Five’s exterior sensors. What you see here is what you’d see if we were outside. But I did add a few of my favourites for you and tweaked the input from your telescopes.”

Alan poked at his wrist control and Earth vanished.

It was replaced with a view of the Andromeda Galaxy. They were staring down at a sea of swirling stars surrounded by the deepest darkness.

“It’s not interactive, though. The processing power required for this resolution is huge and Five does have a much larger program it needs to keep safe.” He looked up for a moment, but when there was no response, Alan warily turned his attention back to John. “If you want to add more views, we’ll need to up Five’s storage. We should probably do that anyway. Never hurts to have more storage.”

“Says the video game addict.” Gordon snorted.

“Hey, your holos of fish take up more room than my games.”

“Are you kidding? Zombie death 16 pushed me onto external storage.”

“That was an accident.”

“How?”

“I may have put it on the house servers twice.”

“What? Did you delete it?”

“Of course I did.”

“Guys?” Virgil’s voice was ever so tolerant.

Gordon and Alan glanced at John. “Sorry.” It was a chorus of the both of them.

No, this was fine. It really was.

Andromeda glowed beneath them.

His family was…being his family.

And there was pizza.

He let himself float and closed his eyes.

The smell of toasted cheese and tomato sauce, peppers, that unique pizza smell.

His brothers talking quietly - Gordon and Alan still at it, but desperately trying to be quiet about it. John would look at digital storage options both for Tracy Island and Thunderbird Five tomorrow.

At the moment…

A soft touch to his shoulder and Virgil was offering him a slice of cheeseburger pizza, his favourite.

Scott had gone back to being aTracy Industries Buddha…until Virgil coasted past, snatched his phone out of his hand, and smoothly replaced it with a slice of pepperoni and cheese.

Scott’s protest was muffled by Virgil’s glare.

John bit into his pizza slice surrounded by his family and an amazing projection of his second favourite galaxy.

Yes, he liked to be alone.

But he also loved his family.

And they loved him enough to follow him.

-o-o-o-

[rocketinthesky]

hi taiga! hope you're having a wonderful day <3

for the ask game, can we hear your thoughts on carcar?

HIII hello! My day's been good i hope you're having an amazing day too! As for the ask game hehe Carcar!

It’s funny they weren’t even a ship i was aware of till i got on f1blr and it took exactly one fic to change my life and send me down a rabbithole i couldn’t escape.

Carcar is like—there isn’t much canonical lore to them but their dynamics are SO complex there’s so much juice man.

Firstly, there’s this thing about like—Carlos being a cocky bastard, treating Oscar like a kid almost. And Oscar being this apparently “cool” and “level-headed” guy who’s facade breaks away the moment Carlos is in his vicinity because Carlos brushes him off like he’s nothing and it crawls under Oscar’s skin.

There’s the canonical “magnetism” aspect ofc, they both want to avoid eo and want nothing to do with eo but the universe keeps pulling them back into each other’s orbit. I know people like to call them opposite poles BUT HEAR ME OUT—they’re like poles. They collide and crash and it’s electric and magnetic cause their very nature is meant to push them apart which is why they crash so violently but at the same time they can’t stay away from eo.

They’re so similar yet different at the same time and i think where they clash is their similarities—their coolheaded and calculative racing, their silent, fiery passion, their nerdisms. They’re actually similar in so many ways which is why they got issues cause their stubbornness and pride are constantly battling.

The differences is more of a personality and age thing. Oscar, despite his tendency to repress his emotions, isn’t as “mature” as he appears (evident in the things he says sometimes) and when Carlos of all people is the one calling him out for it it just brings out all that repressed rage and the bratty side out of him.

Carlos is just a menace and enjoys the feeling of riling Oscar up, likes to see the cracks in Oscar’s icy facade break, to see that hidden fire burning within him. And he likes to see Oscar act a bit more genuine, a bit more his age even. He doesn’t have to pretend to be all mature and emotionless around Carlos cause yes he might bring out the “worst” in him but feeling emotion is OK and showing said emotion is even MORE ok and Oscar can truly do so around Carlos because from the getgo they’ve seen the ugly/petty sides of eo, so when they eventually start to accept eo it’s easier to understand eo. It would take a lot to break them apart once they admit to their emotions and get tgt because they’ve seen eo at the lowest points, shown eo their most animalistic sides, so to speak.

They’re more-so like-poles of a magnet—they’re constantly repelling each other, yet unable to truly escape each other’s orbit.

[altbery]

I know, i know. the podcast tags are filled to the brim with recommendation requests (rec-reqs!) and im about to add mine to the pile. but bear with me bc its a bit different-- I want FINSIHED podcasts please !!! i dont mind if its long or short and sweet, I want completed stories with completed character arcs and closed endings pretty pretty please

I am consuming podcasts at a worrying rate and I've resorted to relistening to my old favorites bc my current favorites are still ongoing. and i want to binge!! i hate having the story live in my brain for months/years while waiting for the ending.

more info under the cut

for context, my fav podcasts:

wolf 359 (!!!), wtnv, tma, red valley (just caught up), woe.begone, mabel, time:bombs, alice isnt dead

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ive also listened to (but havent finished):

eos 10, within the wires, malevolent, the black tapes, wooden overcoats, the bright sessions, old gods of appalachia, kaleidotrope, the penumbra pod, the orbitting human circus, the strange case of starship iris

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some pods im aware of but havent seen/looked up yet:

ars paradoxica, zero hours, i am in eskew, limetown, archive 81, camp here and there, hello from the hallowoods, stellar firma, find us alive, the white vault, the sheridan tapes, the silt verses, the amelia project

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PS. as a rule, please dont recommend me any actual play or rpg like adventure zone, rqgaming, etc... and dont rec anything ONLY because it has queer rep. dont get me wrong i love the rep! but i want a good story first and foremost!

[edutainer2022]

I got deeply impressed and moved by the stories Breaking and Loneliness by the amazing @janetm74, so the deep dive into Scott's pained, unraveling headspace (and how it affects the brothers) wouldn't let me go. This is a John and Scott story, set marginally in "A Cracked Pot"-verse (same as Breaking). Scott hit a tipping point and John has to think fast on his feet.

Warnings: mental health issues, suicide mention, mental breakdown.

CONTINGENCIES

John took the moment of quiet to regroup. He didn't have much time. The door to the walk-in closet was ajar, so he would see if Scott moved or got up. That wasn't his place. He NEEDED Virgil! But Scott's sobs wound into a wail, once he mentioned summoning the brother far better equipped for that. John got scared, clutching Scott in his arms for dear life.

He hadn't seen biggest brother like that since... since Dad was gone. The memory of leaving the psych facility without Scott then still kept John awake at night. He wasn't sure what triggered the breakdown either. Only Scott refused to see Virgil, blissfully ignorant on the beach at the moment - doing some thing or other marine life or art related with Gordon. John followed the queasy gut feeling when there was nobody to greet him from orbit in the lounge, several holo-spreadsheets abandoned open on the console. Scott's paperwork of the day. He found biggest brother curled in on himself in his room - tears streaming down, nearly unresponsive. Mumbling a litany of being broken and no good for anyone anymore, no fun, no time, no self. And apologies. A stream of apologies laced with so much pain - John got truly mortified for the first time in a long while.

The prudent thing to do would be to ignore Scott's protests and to fetch Virgil with a sedative.  But he couldn't bring himself to let biggest brother go, maneuvering his lanky limbs around him awkwardly, till Scott's weeping exhausted him into uneasy rest. He wasn't asleep, just quiet and trans-like, mesmerizing the closet door. That's why John made a break for it, loath as he was to unlatch himself from big brother's prone frame. He had a good pretense - the need to change out of his spacesuit. Scott's comfortable sweats and a hoodie would always do the trick for him. But most importantly he needed to stop his hands from shaking and to ping Eos. A quick tap on the touchpad and the door to Scott's in-built safe got open. John reached in blindly and removed the gun trying not to look at it. Another quick move and the weapon was wrapped in John's now discarded spacesuit. The next time the door of the safe closed it was with a scrambled secure code Eos input. Just as she changed all access codes to all weaponries on the island on John's orders. That was a conversation with Kayo he wasn't looking forward to having, soon. But first things first.

He cast a glance at Scott - the brother hadn't moved from his spot on the covers. But he didn't appear in more distress. John weighed his options. The bunched up uniform was concealing his morbid trophy. He raked his memory trying to recall if Scott had any blades or sharp objects in his bathroom. Maybe not, but there was a cabinet worth of unused prescription pills. Scott got a, sadly, corroborated idea, soon after Dad was gone, the IR would not be greenlit for operations if the Commander didn't have all his marbles in a row.

A faux lighthearted "I'll get you a glass of water, Scotty" elicited no response. John dashed into the en suite, swept past due date prescription bottles into the folds of blue neoprene, and hurried back into the room. He needn't have worried for plausibility, though. Scott was still and listless, curled in on himself. John leaned down to rest his forehead on big brother's temple, clutching the grim harvest of suicide proofing Scott's quarters, closely to his chest. He felt the breath brush his chin more than heard the words.

"I'm sorry... I thought I could be... for all if you... I'm not..."

Air caught in John's throat and he nearly choked on a sob of his own. He felt dizzy. He wanted to scream. To let out the ire at the pain that was dragging his brother under. It wasn't fair! Scott didn't deserve it! They couldn't loose him! They wouldn't! John squeezed his eyes, feeling the tears burn, and tried to remember the lay of the sitting room, bathroom and bedroom for more potential hazards. Pens, ties, cashmere scarves, bed linens, mouthwash, aspirin, climbing gear, supershiny gell, maybe even mirrors - it would all have to go. John was not taking any chances. Eos should have already blocked the sliding doors to the balcony. But first he had to get rid of the most obvious threats. He gave Scott's temple a quick peck and rushed to the door. John's plan was remarkably unsophisticated - stash the uniform-turned-sack in the hallway, out of sight, and sprint back to hold Scott through the worst of it. Ideally, he should be in and out in under thirty seconds. He couldn't let big brother out of his sight for longer - it made him physically sick.

The plan caught a hitch as soon as he slipped out, leaving the door half open again. A shadow detached from the wall and he was face to face with Kayo. Oh! Right... The armory locks... F*ck... Jade eyes gave him a once over - Scott's hoodie, a disheveled ginger mop, full body shivers and all. Kayo reached to relieve him of the balled up uniform and the burden it harbored without another word.

"He keeps a knife under his mattress. And there's a hidden blade in his belt buckle."

John nodded absently. A brisk fluid motion enveloped him into a brief yet tight hug he didn't fight off. With that Kayo was gone and he hurried back into Scott's room.

"Haya, Scooter! How about we get you into something more comfortable? Let's get this belt off, eh?"

John winced at the way how fake his nonchalance sounded, but he didn't care. Scott was still fully lost in his head.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to break... Noone needs a cracked pot... I'm sorry..."

John gave up trying to wrangle Scott into a well-worn set of sweats for a moment and went back to just holding his brother. His own tears could not be contained any longer and fell freely into the chestnut hair. God, he needed Virgil there! ASAP!

[mrs-monaghan]

https://www.tumblr.com/just-orbiting-you/758350392674418688/im-so-so-glad-youre-being-honest-and-transparent?source=share

Please answer shaz. What do you think about this ?

That, anon is an insecure Jikooker dumbass who was waiting for a reason to drop jikook. This is what they always do... its annoying AF.

I agree with OP here 👇🏾

There isn't much else to say. Explaining to antis that Jikook care about eo is exhausting and i don't think I have the strength anymore

[beesgav]

I normally dislike using this brush bc it lacks the level of control i'm used to but it does come in handy when I need to loosen up

[alexthefly]

WIP Wednesday

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“EOS, situation report!”

“I don't knazzzzzzzz…. …hard toffffffffffzzzzzzgffffff…”

John propelled himself through the bowels of his 'bird, trying to ignore the flickering lights in the corridor around him and the rising sense of dread in his chest.

“EOS? What's happening? Are you alright?”

“Kkzzzzzrchkkkkkkgggg…”

“EOS!”

Dammit, not her as well! Everything around him seemed to be shorting out or otherwise malfunctioning, and he had zero clue why. Every screen was blank or glitching, and from somewhere behind him a loud siren told him that his celestial home had started to drift ever so slowly out of orbit.

Above him, a cable suddenly gave way for no perceivable reason, sending out a shower of sparks over his head. Dazzled by the sudden brightness, he reached for a nearby console - dead, like the others - and heaved himself forwards out of harm’s way, moving even faster now towards the central hub.

“Tracy Island, can you hear me?”

The silence on the other end of his comms chilled him more than all the rest of the chaos combined.

[moonlitrogue]

Hi Moon 🌚i wanted to ask you about description of lilith (MC) in cancer in the 10? Also if i may add additional question is it ok that i feel pulled /attracted and calm in the presens of people with sun or moon in cancer or is it dangerous couse i know lilith is seen as a dark energy? Thannnkkkk yooou for the help and sorry for the long ask 🙏❤️

Hellooo! And no worries! 🤭 I appreciate the interest around our dear Lilith. 🖤

⋆Lilith in Cancer - MC/Tenth House⋆

🖤 Lilith in the tenth house adds a layer of intrigue and complexity to your usually refined grace (libra↑)

🖤 Having a Cancer mid heaven likely points out that you may draw people’s attention through your emotional awareness.

🖤 Add Lilith to the mix and it could mean you’re someone who can sting as much as you can heal.

🖤 Singled out for caring about policies that are compassionate or mindful of emotional well-being, in institutions they're part of (school/college/workplace, etc.), could be whistleblowers of sexual digressions.

🖤 Might push against the exploitative conditions in your industry/field; alternatively, use it to your advantage and become renowned in said field.

🖤 Also, your public persona will require you to be emotionally detached but on the occasions that you do speak up, you'll be considered unprofessional or difficult.

🖤 Innocence/martyrdom/maternalism becomes a sexual currency. You may rebel against that, or embody it.

🖤 With your 10h ruler, Capricorn in the 4th, you may experience a conflict with balancing your personal ambitions versus the emotional drive that feels in tune with your true self; struggling with patriarchal definitions vs feminist tools in your immediate environment.

🖤 Could center your mother wounds in your professional life, or gain from speaking about it, be associated with matriarchal issues, or you could have a career that involves talking about these issues in a highly publicised + provocative manner (eg. talk show host, counsellor)

🖤 Could be part of misunderstandings, conflicts with the women/mother figures in their life; be envied by women; being a constant target through hostility or sexualisation for their feminine attributes or expressions (regardless of gender)

🖤 You may have people making your decisions for you regarding your career or public image, to an extreme extent

🖤 You subvert caregiver roles or positions. Likely to take artistic or activist roles, that require you to channel your emotions in a more empowering way

♡⚸ Lilith in synastry is something I don't have enough experience to go with because of all the possible variables involved (need to see the entire chart kinda thing) but I can give you some idea of how it may work.

Oh, I also need to clarify that Lilith isn't a "dark" energy exactlyyy but she gives off that vibe. It's aspects of ourselves that's wounded, our sexual energy - which we weaponize or use against others + cannot be tamed or controlled by others. So, it can be intense and triggering while to some, highly attractive and desirable.

🔹 Cancer (ruler : Moon) rules your Lilith ( point in the Moon’s orbit where it is the most isolated)🔹

♨️ Your attraction to a Cancer Sun/Moon is probably because of the mutual traits you share with them, they're like a mirror, a doorway even, of your untapped potential. They can be comforting to you because from their pov, they can be supportive of your vulnerability, your expression of the shadows in their own selves, your isolation. They gently offer you some shade and you may be drawn to the receptive energies.

This synastry isn't 'dangerous' like you fear but yeah, it can be intense, depending on other aspects in your synastry.

▫️If sun is well supported then they could sense your comfort and longing for their light. Whatever traits you activate in eo will be handled by your shared efforts. If it's a romantic connection, then they will find this complexity attractive.

▫️Similarly, if moon has easy aspects or supported well, then the subconscious wounds and emotions that are activated in the moon person find a safe space in your presence.

🔺If not well supported, the sun/moon person will be overwhelmed by the wounds your energy exposes. And as for the Lilith person (you), you might feel restricted and policed in their company.

I should also mention this is just a vague and general description because it all depends on the rest of the chart. Hope it helps! 💗

[luxudus]

Neurodivergency becomes the Norm

old drawing that was meant to be my final spectember entry for this year.

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To the people who built the guidestones in orbit of our world. This message is towards you and the rest of your kind

We are the Savunato of the planet Apsis in the Oese system. it may not seem like it, but we believe to be your descendants. You may not remember our ancestors of your kind, who first landed on Apsis. It has been 10 million years since that happened. But we are happy to refresh your memory.

From the knowledge we gathered, catastrophe had struck your home planet. We don't know what happened, but it was bad enough for your kind to lose all hope of mending what was broken.

So you looked to the stars for a second chance. In a last ditch effort to save your kind, you launched the Eos Ark program. Sending 35 colony ships across a sea of stars, looking for any habitable planet to call home.

However those colony ships were flawed, they were made in a rush. And had no way of holding its own plants and animals to start agriculture. And too little gear for the colonists to survive in their current form.

Our colony ship just so happened to land here on Apsis. And we couldn’t have been more thankful for it. Apsis is very much like earth, having her own oceans and life. The flora here are fleshy and adorned with red broad leaves. While the fauna walked on three legs, saw with three eyes, and were protected by a woody exoskeleton.

By our sheer luck, the 6 planets of our system had aligned and gifted us a world we could actually survive on. The native life was digestible and the air was breathable. We had our second chance.

Our ancestors’ ship however, was ill-prepared. Again there were barely any tools to help them survive in their current form. We couldn’t shape the world to our needs.The world shaped us to her needs. We adapted, and we evolved.

Relative to your anatomy and lifestyle. Our arms became hyper-extended and stronger. Meaning we can switch between bipedal and quadrupedal locomotion on the fly. Our ancestral thumbs have become vestigial. In place of this, our Index and pinky fingers have become opposable so we can manipulate our environment once more. Our faces too have elongated, our teeth grew harder to get through the exoskeletons of our prey. And we grew fangs to slice through the trees.

One of the most significant things in our history was a slow but all encompassing change to the way we think of the world. Several mental states spurred on by genetics had spread across our population. Mental conditions you would classify as Autism, ADHD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, and so on. For you, you’d call us neurodivergent, For us it’s simply the norm, It makes us who we are.

Our modern society has been slowly reworked from the ground up. All in order to empower our new mentality. Now revolving around organization and efficiency. Our work ethic is streamlined to the point where we can get all the day’s work done before noon. With our goal being placed on long term results rather than pure production. Extreme emphasis has been put on the care and wellbeing for the developmentally disabled.

We put as much care into texture as they do with colors and patterns. Plenty of our cultures have a wide array of both visual and tactile patterns and a variety of textures to best fit the wearer. And affection through physical contact is revered as a sign of deep trust within many of our cultures.

We have sailed far beyond the reaches of our new cradle. Reaching new heights by reaching the other worlds that orbit our sun. We’ve explored, colonized, and have begun terraforming the most habitable worlds to make them as comfortable as apsis. We have even begun plunging into the interstellar depths to survey our closest neighbors.

One day we found your wayward stones. The plaques made of the spirit of our original homeworld, like the embers of a great fire holding out in the cold quiet night. We found them on the space station that brought you here, that brought our ancestors down to apsis.

I myself, the Savunato writing this, was one of the lucky few to board your station. We found it still orbiting apsis, Everything was still intact and untouched like a day hadn’t passed. Like we were connected from the depths of time.

We looked to the cosmos to find the others. Sending probes out into deep space with our history. And beaming messages to distant stars, All in hopes of finding you or another one of your descendants. No one’s responded so far, We may very well be the last living descendants of your kind.

If any of you are still out there. Let us show you we did it. we did it humanity, we made it. We survived. We made it through the toughest Apsis had to offer. We shared the worst mistakes the both of us have made. We learned for the better. We kept the flame going. May we survive for another 10 million years. May we be your successors.

If any of you are still out there.

I hope we made you proud…