#galaxy’s edge west

[sketchinfun]

The BD-X droids in Galaxy’s Edge were the absolute cutest! I hope they keep them around after Season of the Force

[jaye42]

It’s been a while.

Holoscans of Jaynessa Archeron (and Vi Moradi!) on Batuu by ThatCornerInCoruscant.

May the stars light your way. ✨

[youcantrewind]

🦆

🎦: BDX Droids Arrive at Galaxy's Edge by thelaughingplace

[impossibleprincess35]

Forever annoyed that The Powers That Be at TWDC didn't set up a ride photo inside the Millennium Falcon in Smuggler's Run.

(We're headed to Batuu East next week!!! and I will, as always, try to take a selfie on the Falcon, and I will, as always, fail to do so.)

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar as Athletes fic recs: let me know what I missed and feel free to self rec! If you like these, make sure to show love to the authors

•The gold of your eyes is worth more then all of my medals by lucigoo89

•Sweater weather by @lumosinlove (156k) hockey.

•The Players Secret - by @wrapped-up (51k) soccer

•currents by lunchbucket (109k) swimming

•At the Healing Edge of Broken by @heartofspells (191k) Sirius plays football, remus is pt.

•i carry it in my heart by @wolfpadx (94k) football, and platonic moonwater

•clear eyes, full hearts (can't lose either way) by @greyeyedmonster-18 (61k) American football- Friday Night Lights inspired

•Sometimes We Stumble by SunMoonStar60 (32k) former Olympics gymnasts, coaching

•Black Diamonds and Moonlit Snow by @iamafullyrealizedcreation (65k) Sirius is a skier

•Date me, Remus Lupin by @her-smile-forges-galaxies _smile_forges_galaxies (117k WIP) Sirius pov artist, Remus plays basketball

•Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side by wilteddaisy (taotu) (30k) ballet

-on my tbr or recs from others:

•chéri, darling, and other terms of endearment by Siriusly_Reggie_13 (wip 7chs/?) hockey

•Shoulder to Shoulder Swoops (83k) Rugby

•Bird Set Free by @mollymarymarie (70k) Remus is figure skater, Sirius Coach, Yuri on ice

•Hey, Sharpshooter by @tortoisebore (199k) figure skating and basketball

•Lionheart by moonlightdalliance (134k WIP) rugby

•What A Game by @sliebman10 (15k) baseball

•Match Point by billspaid (13k) tennis

•The Beard by MannixMind (23k)figure skater sirius and remus plays basketball

Jegulus main:

•Kill your darlings by MesserMoon @sophsicle (303k) hockey (there is plenty of wolfstar and a deaf remus, my beloved)

•On the ice (there’s warmth between us) by hallyticket (45k) figure skating and hockey, moonwater friendship. Lots of wolfstar, and chronically ill Remus.

@wolfstarlibrarian is awesome and has a couple lists here and here

New additions:

•Petit pas by Curiosities (rec'd by lavenderhaze) ballet

[christianwhitewolfanimations]

When we meet, by the creek.

'By The Creek' TADC au

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The warm rays of sunlight lit the shaded forest foot trail through the leaves, causing mesmerizing patterns of golden light to shift across the forest floor as a warm summer breeze rustled the high reaching branches. The young boy squinted as a patch of light shifted across his golden eyes. He brought his hand up to guard against the the offending light that was blinding him, continuing his walk down the overgrown path.

The vibrant green leaves above him rustled with the soft wind, the sounds of the forest around him mixing in a soft melody upon the whisper of the breeze.

Listening to the crunch of fallen leaves and twigs under his feet as he walked, the boy took a deep breath of the fresh air, the feeling of the crisp cool air entering his lungs sends goosebumps down his arms. A satisfied and content smile broke his calm expression, his warm tan skin tingling with the sensation of the warm sunlight periodically brushing over his skin.

A blue bird flew past him, causing the boy to jump, startled. He chuckled as he watched the bird fly off into the trees, his feet moving at a steady pace. His ears perked at the sound of running water, a grinned to himself, walking slightly faster to reach the source of water.

The brush occasionally catching on his dark blue overalls, and shifting his dark purple shirt. As the sound of water increased, the brush and trees began to part, and the sunlight began to spread from small patches till it filled his whole vision.

Squinting at the bright light, the boy shaded his face from the sun. Once his vision adjusted a beautiful scene unfolded. He blinked, drinking it all in. Before him was an open area between two walls of forest, one behind him, one in front of him. In between the two sides was a bubbling, vibrantly clear blue creek. Some fresh water plant life growing on along the creekside. The paths along the the creek leading for as far as the eyes could see on both sides of the creek to the east and the west, were rock paths, mixed with sand a dirt leading up to the forests' edge.

The boy looked around the creek, smiling to himself. The breeze flowed by, brushing through his dark brown hair, which glowed with red highlights.

The boy took a deep breath, like he did in the forest, and stretched his arms above his head. His muscles aching from his hard work at the farm. He sighed in relief, dropping his arms at his sides.

When the breeze died down, a new sound caught his attention. He sucked in a sharp, shallow, breath and froze. A voice, singing softly, drifted through the clearing; it was barely audible, but he could still hear it over the sound of the creek.

The boy turned in the direction of the voice, a short distance down to his left, his eyebrows furrowed as he strained to hear the words of the song.

'Who- who could that be?' His thoughts echoed.

He frowned, no one was supposed to be at this creek, only he and his brothers knew about it. He hummed to himself, then slowly and quietly made his way down the path beside the creek toward the voice.

'It's... kind of sweet sounding.' The voice was sweet, and soft as it drifted toward him as he crept closer.

As he drew closer, he could tell it was coming from behind a bush that grew close to the edge of the waterfront, blocking his view. He slowed his pace, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it as he peeked around the bush.

His eyes widened in surprise. There was a young girl, humming a sweet tune to herself, an astronomy book in her lap, her hands folded together on top of the book. She wore a faded navy blue hoodie, and black jeans. Her darl brown short hair, framing her pale face, a galaxy of freckles covering her cheeks and nose. The song she hummed made him shiver, it was haunting, yet comforting.

He crept forward, attempting to hear the song better, a stick snapped underneath his foot. Causing both him and the girl to jump in shock and freeze. The girl's gaze snapped in his direction, her eyes a vibrant sky blue flecked with gold.

The stared at one another, an odd feeling stirring inside their chests, their gazes locked.

The breeze brushed by them, the only witness to their meeting, was the sky, and the bubbling blue creek.

[blackkatmagic]

If ur taking Moonknight ships, Marc Spector and Steve Rodgers with mind control!

“Fuck you, that’s a lie,” Marc hisses, pressed as flat as he can get to the wall of the shrine that the Prince of Orphans led them to. The Mandarin was supposed to be here. The Mandarin is not here.

Scarlet Witch is, though, and it seems like she’s having one hell of a bad day.

Sprawled out in his throne, one leg crossed over the other and a dusty glass of something that absolutely isn't wine in his hand, Khonshu chuckles. “I would never lie to my knight,” he lies. “It’s the simplest way to break her control over him, my son. You asked for a cure and I've provided one.”

“Fuck you,” Marc growls, and ignores the look Clint is giving him from the other side of the small shrine. Clint knows Khonshu is real, or he’d better, after their detour into ancient Egypt that one time when the West Coast Avengers were still a thing. “Give me a different cure. A better one.”

Khonshu cocks his head thoughtfully, like that will hide the gleam of wicked mirth that swirls through the galaxies in his empty eye sockets. “That would require a quest seeking my sister-son Heka, my knight, and a remedy brewed by his divine hands. I don’t believe you have that much time at the moment.”

“If you depart your body now of all times,” Valkyrie tells him, low but very definitely dangerous, “I will tell your cab driver friend where you hid all of his false mustaches.”

Marc grimaces, ducking a little more as there's a loud crash, a thud, a groan. The Prince of Orphans lands hard on the stone, and Natasha drops down a few paces from him, breathing hard with a bruise already disappearing across one cheekbone.

With a loud, ringing thud, Steve’s shield embeds itself into the stone of the wall just to the left of the Prince, and heavy footfalls sound.

“Shit,” Marc mutters, and closes his eyes, ignoring the heavy weight of Khonshu’s amused stare. Breathes, steeling himself—

“Moon Knight,” Valkyrie warns, alarm sliding into her tone. “If it is that foolish an idea—”

“All of my ideas are foolish,” Marc tells her. "If he throws me across the room, try to catch me.”

“Moon Knight!” she protests, but Marc ducks away from her grab, vaults the wall, and then stops dead, something thudding in his chest. Steve is staring at him, looking dangerous as hell in the black of his old Nomad costume, even though no other man alive could probably pull off that V-neck. His eyes are red, though, and his expression is icy cold, in a way Steve would never be when standing in front of his own team. Whatever Wanda did to him—

Whatever she did, Khonshu gave Marc the way to fix it. It’s just a really fucking stupid fix.

“Moon Knight,” Steve says, and there's a rough, almost gravelly edge to it that makes Marc feel like a stupid teenager sneaking Captain America comics and fantasizing about them again. Him again. Which is absolutely not an appropriate thought to have when Steve’s currently a brain puppet of the Scarlet Witch during one of her breakdowns over her teenage kids getting pissy at her. Especially not given what Marc is about to try and do.

Steven would be better at this, Marc thinks, mostly resigned to getting punched in the face. Too bad Steven is a squishy human and Cap would turn him into a slinky.

“Hey, Cap,” Marc says, and tries to think of a way to say how about you let me get within grabbing distance without breaking my arms in a way that will go over well. “If Iron Man sees you walking around like that, you're going to give him the vapors.”

Steve’s expression darkens, and he flexes one hand like he’s imagining closing it around Stark’s neck. That’s a pretty standard reaction to Stark, though. It does give Marc cover to take two steps towards Steve, braced to move if things get violent, and he opens his hands, like an offer.

“Think you want a henchman?” he asks, and hears the bursts of indignation that come from four different directions as the team catches his words. Ignoring them, because Natasha is the only one close and conscious enough to be a threat if they decide to dogpile him, marc reaches up, pulling his mask off deliberately, and tells Steve, “Look, I don’t want to stick with these lunch detention nerd rejects if you're going off to do your own thing, Cap. I can be a good little right hand if you want me to.”

There's a pause, more thoughtful than before, and Steve finally turns, gives Marc his full attention rather than keeping one eye on Natasha and the Prince. “You want to be my henchman,” he says, flat, and the red light clinging to him like a second skin flickers, whirls.

“Henchman, goon, pet damsel if that’s more your speed,” Marc says, taking another two steps closer. He’s almost within arm’s reach now, and Steve still hasn’t tried to twist his head off his neck, so that’s promising. Probably. “I look great in a pink feathered negligée.”

Somewhere behind him, Clint gags pointedly, and Marc tries not to scowl, making a mental note to put ink in his coffee as soon as he gets the chance.

“Pink feathers?” Steve asks, and for the first time his tone slips out of cold anger, right into bemusement.

“I can lounge around your secret lair and let you test it out, if you want,” Marc offers, not even bothering to try for charming. Steven could manage that, but—yeah, Steven isn't going to touch this one. Besides, Steve seems blindsided enough by the offer that Marc steps right up to him, reaches out, and presses a hand to his broad chest without losing his head. When he looks up at Steve, halfheartedly trying to make it looking through his lashes like Marlene sometimes used to do to him when she couldn’t tell it wasn’t Steven in front of her, Steve looks down at him, something Marc can't read on his face, but—well. It’s not violent, at least. Marc got worse responses from other guys in the Marines, and given Steve’s from the 40’s, he wasn’t holding out much hope of better.

“So what about it?” he asks, leaning in, and Steve’s hand settles on his waist—

Marc kisses him, hard, no time wasted with finesse. He slams their mouths together, and feels more than hears the dry-bone-rattle of Khonshu’s laughter. Something burns, burns right through him and into Steve, as bright as the moon hanging full and round above them, and Steve jerks. His arm snaps tight around Marc’s back, and Marc braces to get tossed like a frisbee—

Instead, there's a groan, winded, warm. The kiss gentles, and a hand curls over Marc’s cheek, tips his head into an angle that’s a little less awkward. It feels a bit like an electric shock, and Marc twitches, almost jerks away, but…this is actually kind of pleasant. Not just awkward bodies, like sometimes happens, but—well. All those years spent crushing on Captain America probably have something to do with that.

Then, slow, gentle, Steve draws back, the shimmer of red around him gone. His eyes are sky-blue again, bright and familiar, and Marc takes one look at him, catches his breath, and says, “Fuck. Cap?”

Steve blinks, blinks again. Then, all at once, his eyes widen, and he says with deep relief, “Marc. You broke her control?”

“It was the image of the pink feathered negligée,” Marc tells him, flat, and desperately tries to jam his mask back over his head before something in his face gives away the whole I have a crush on the most unattainable man in existence thing. “You’re welcome. Thank Khonshu.”

“If I'm thanking Khonshu, I feel like it probably wasn’t that,” Steve says, and grimaces, putting a hand up to his head. “Ugh. I think I have a migraine.”

“Wanda’ll do that to you,” Clint says, cautiously poking his head above the edge of the low wall. “Moonie, did you really just break the evil witch’s curse with a kiss? Are you a fairy tale princess?”

“No, I'm Sailor Moon. And Wanda’s not evil,” Marc says, rolling his eyes, and drags his mask down a little more securely. “Shut up, bastard.”

Khonshu, still chuckling, tips his glass full of unidentified and unsettlingly-colored liquid at Marc. “You would make an excellent henchman, my knight,” he says, and is gone in the space between seconds.

“Damsel?” Natasha asks judgmentally, raising one red brow.

“Who wouldn’t want an easy retirement?” Marc counters. “If Cap wanted to take over the world, I think he could.”

Natasha weighs that for a moment, then snorts and waves in agreement, leaning down to check the Prince of Orphans.

“Please don’t ever let me take over the world,” Steve says, one hand still pressed over his eyes. “Even for the sake of your retirement.”

“Don’t look at me,” Clint tells him. “I look terrible in pink feathers. And my kiss can't break a curse.”

Marc flips him off, going to grab Steve’s arm and steer him out of the shrine. “Come on,” he says pointedly. “You should probably lie down. The birdbrain can handle getting everyone back to the ship.”

“While you play damsel? Come on, I can rock purple feathers—”

“Not as well as Moon Knight,” Valkyrie says, and between her and Natasha, they heave the Prince up. “Retrieve the good Captain’s shield, Hawkeye.”

Marc very firmly kicks the door closed before he can hear Clint’s protest.

Steve makes a quiet sound of amusement, body heavy where he’s leaning on Marc’s shoulder. “Do we need to have a talk about you offering to be a villain’s henchman?” he asks.

Marc rolls his eyes. “Only yours,” he counters, but instead of getting uncomfortable, the way he expects, Steve shoots him a thoughtful look.

“We should have downtime in Berlin once this mission is over,” he says after a moment. “I know you normally go back to New York, but you should stay. If you meant that kiss.”

Electricity, again. A frisson, sharp through Marc’s nerves, but—it makes breathing a little more difficult than it really should be.

“I could mean it,” he says, and looks away, feeling entirely too self-conscious. It was a bad kiss. Right up until Steve took over. “Assuming I didn’t scare you off.”

“I'm hard to scare,” Steve says gently, and—

Well. There's a fine line between supporting Steve and walking with Steve’s arm over his shoulder. Not that Marc is about to protest.

[milkywayes]

Top 10 Albums

I love this idea, thanks for tagging me @corpocyborg!!

Rules: List your top 10 favorite albums, and (if you want) include a brief description for why each one made it onto the list. Then, tag 10 (or however many you want, really) others to do the same.

I tag: @gammaraydeath @lilmissnatcat24 @tarysande @kalliesa @dulcidyne @jaina-lyn :)

These will be in no particular order because I can’t decide between them. In fact my list was way longer than 10 to start with, narrowing this down was painful

My 10 Favorite Albums:

stereo mind game - daughter every song on this album is an emotional gut punch. contains my most played song of 2023. daughter always delivers both impeccable lyrics and vibes but this album dethroned my previous favorite album of theirs with how earnest and atmospheric it is

west ryder pauper lunatic asylum - kasabian i’ve been listening to this since it came out in 2009 and i will never stop. no one does it like kasabian. banger of a concept album. also kicked off my teenage obsession with asylums and lobotomies? lol? don’t ask.

arkhon - zola jesus listened to this religiously as i was getting into mass effect and it will forever capture that feeling of a dangerous galaxy and hard choices, characters muddling their way through… if omega station had a soundtrack, this would be it for me

run with the silent wildflowers - raised by swans actually got a way longer album title but i just put the sub-title here lol. i listened to this forty billion times over the past two years and it still has me clutching my chest dramatically, every time. literally every song on this is a delicate masterpiece. mr eric howden where is your grammy

high violet - the national i can’t believe it’s been almost 15 years since this came out. whadda hell. anyway high violet remains their best album, not because their new stuff is bad but because you can’t beat perfection. listening to sorrow on loop as a kid while reading angsty stories was a formative experience

on dark horses - emma ruth rundle i actually wanted to put every ERR album on here but forced myself to pick just one. if ERR has just one fan it’s me, if she has no fans I’m dead, etc etc. i force everyone in my life to listen to her and i’m not sorry. i wish all music sounded like this

l.w. - king gizzard & the lizard wizard i’m obsessed with a bunch of songs on this… see me, ataraxia, static electricity… once in a while i’ll remember they exist and listening to them feels like what i imagine eating an edible with shrooms is like. idk i’m straight-edge but: tastes awesome and makes you see new colors.

lust for life - lana del rey it was so hard to pick my favorite lana album but i think it’s still this one. it has heroin, mustang, cherry and 13 beaches. iconic. if ride was also on the tracklist then it could probably kill me dead

wasteland, baby! - hozier as much as i love unreal unearth, the concept of wasteland baby! is unmatched. walking open eyed into the apocalypse with a smile on your face. as it was is still my favorite hozier song. goddamn

an end has a start - editors another formative one. i think i wrote my first fanfics to this as a soundtrack. it really captures something about the human condition… but in a rocky cinematic way.

[lavendersartistry]

Devil Nightmares

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

(CW/TW: nightmares, panic attack)

This is an angst/comfort fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered my OCs Eve Ewe and Bolt! Please check Oynx out, their work is super cool!

Although the skies of the galaxies were forever a sunset to nightfall, it was no later than 9 in the planet of the Lilim.

Its princess, Eve, resigned to her chambers in the west palace, the planet's natural flora greeting her as she entered the room. She took a moment to touch the lotuses in the lily pond close to her balcony, enjoying their fresh and sweet scent.

She looked out to the windows and glanced at the stars and the faraway planets. She took a moment to remember how she and her sister tried counting how many planets there were and how many would soon come to their world in the following years. Now, that time had stopped.

Now, Eve would become a queen and her sister to be general their planet's military.

Eve quickly shook the thought and began to settle for the night. Her favorite book was at the edge of the other side, the portraits of her parents and grandmother looking back at how she had grown. She couldn't help but smile at how proud they could be while they watch over her with their goddess.

With a quick, soft clap of her hands, her lights dimmed as she hurried into bed. Then, to dream.

...........

The unnerving void of nothingness felt like eyes were on Eve that watched her every move. She felt cold, yet she couldn't shiver nor try to exhale the coldness.

Red smoke clouded her view and it felt potent to her senses to even try to breathe in, so she kept her mouth closed. Eve kept walking on, to at least find a exit to this strange place.

Then.

A hand. Then another. Then more. All, so many, grabbed at her as whispers echoed in her ears.

"Join him." "He will bring us salvation." "He is our God."

And Eve ran. Ran far away from whatever was trying to lead her astray. She couldn't look back, not when she could feel those creatures, those voices, right behind her.

It felt like a loop, a never-ending hall to nowhere, no escape. Eve was starting to feel hopeless, like there was no one to come for her. She was vulnerable, easy to take and to indoctrinate. She couldn't even bear to look as the voices captured her and a long, lanky hand reached out for her as the sufferable red smoke corrupted her mind and her soul.

...........

Eve never thought she could scream so loudly. She was in brink of sweat as tears rolled down her face and her hands shook violently.

Her chamber doors opened immediately as the dark wolf critter, her guard Bolt, looked at her with concern.

"Princess? You screamed. Are you-"

Bolt took a moment to realize how she was clutching onto her evening blouse tightly and her breathing rapid. He rushed to her side and kneeled.

"Can you hold my hands?"

Eve turned to him and quickly grabbed his hands as she looked down to her lap.

Bolt didn't clutch her hands nor fully held them. He knew she needed room as he did what he could to get her back calm. He spoke softly, never looking away.

"Good, princesa. Now breathe with me."

The dark wolf critter demonstrated first as his paws rubbed her hands to soothe her shakiness a little. Eve listened to him and started to take deep breaths, the shakiness in her voice slowly soothing away.

"Good, good. Now, tell me what do you see."

Eve's eyes glanced around her chambers before opening her mouth to speak despite her screaming earlier created a painful sensation to her throat.

"I... I see the lotuses.."

"What else do you see?"

"I see you.."

Bolt nodded softly as he sat up and guided her to the lily pond, his eyes on her. The two sat down at the edge, the lotuses gliding in the water.

He kept his eyes on the princess and held her close, his paw and her hand intertwined. With a small exhale, he softly sang a old song.

Seas invite in the evening sun,

To light the somber abyss.

Clouds dance up with the heavens stars,

Chanting an air of joyous bliss.

Water fades back from blue to jade,

Guiding young rainbows high.

Flowers bloom in to reds and whites,

Quenching our hearts as they run dry.

Angels chained,

By a beast locked in slumber.

Sin washed away,

By the swift flow of time.

I may know the answers,

Journey over snow and sand.

What twist of fate has brought us,

To tread upon this land?

Bolt looked down at Eve, noticing how she had gotten calmer after his song. He rest his chin on top of her head as his paws gently went through her hair.

Whatever her dream was, whatever had frightened her like this, was now a priority to discover.

The dark wolf critter looked down at her with a soft, small smile.

"Don't worry, my princess. Nothing will happen to you or our home as long as I am here and our friends."

[keimiwolf]

Red hood feet dangled off the roof. It had been a good day. Most of the winter supplies were passed out, the new homeless shelters just finished construction and people started moving in today, they were much but enough to keep the cold out and get food to those that needed it.

Hood leaned back on the roof. He had some more hats and coats that should go to the colony in the west, too stubborn to move into a building, but luckily not stupid enough to refuse help.

Now to start on his night tasks, a new drug was making the rounds. It left the user unresponsive, seizure, vomiting, then organs start failing. In all one dose will kill you in 6 about hours. Not fun, and definitely not allowed on his streets.

New dealer had been making his way into hoods territory, sailing to Anyone who gave them cash they needed to know who was ok to sell to and who they lose a hand for. the rumor that-

A small body crawled onto is lap, shaggy black hair and big sapphire blue eyes stared at him. The boy had to be around 3 or 4. And is far too comfortable sitting so close to the edge of a 5 story apartment building.

Jason carefully put his arms around the kid. the last thing Jason needed was a kid falling off a roof.

"My name is Danny Fenton I was born on Christmas Day, I don't know who my datty is and Mummy's gone away. All I want for Christmas is for someone to take me home. Does anyone want a Christmas child of their own."

"I'm not Santa kid."

"I know Santa for the rich kids, and I'm an orphan. It's ok though cuz Ally kids have you, and that's even better!" Danny cuddled closer to Jason. The poor kid must have been out for a while he was freezing to the youth and definitely needed something to warm up.

"Then I'll do the best I can." Jason carefully worked his way back onto the roof before standing and placing the kid on his hip, some what glad his helmet hid his teary eyes. "While I work on your Christmas wish how about some hot chocolate. I'll walk you back to the orphanage."

The kids smile put Dicks to shame. Jason would definitely need to buy some sungl-

No Bad Jason no adopting black hair blue eyed children with tragic backstorys. You are not Bruce.

"I get a wish and hot chocolate! Best day ever! Thanky Mr hood."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was early on Christmas morning when Jason gave in. Its been two weeks since he dropped Danny off in a orphanage that looked more suited for rats then children. the kid had never been far from his mind.

He keep his word and had been looking for a home for Danny, but everyone who could take him Jason always found a problem with.

Yesterday when he went shopping he wondered into the toy Isle and left with more then the gallon of milk he went for. The gust room was now equipped with 5 new plushies a night light and a galaxy themed blanket.

Getting up Jason dialed the phone. It was far to early for anyone with normal hours to be awake., but he needed to do this now before he talked himself out of it.

"Hay Alfie, would you mind calling the guy for me-"

I decided to write this instead of sleeping sooo for give any grammar errors. Also merry Christmas Eve!

Inspired by this song:

[sketchinfun]

Batuu at night

Some night time pics of Batuu from the other day, since I rarely get to see Galaxy’s Edge in the evening. I love how this part of the park is lit, and it has an entirely different vibe vs during the day. Also I found a super cool pin that is a lightsaber that actually lights up! I wore it around Batuu during the evening and the light is surprisingly bright.

[blackseafoam]

VESSEL VESPER

A Star Wars Story

The rise of the empire is a difficult time to find funding for environmental research at the University of Rudrig. The Vesper Science Crew is in a unique standing to be able to conduct their research with “generous” government grants. Professor Munnin and her intern, Fern Vulez, spend their field season collecting important data on the ecological effects of a relentless galaxy-crossing war. While the small team are a good match of skills, their frequent personality conflicts put a heavy strain on morale.

CW: nothing outside of Star Wars canon-standard peril.

WC: 1297

Chapter 1: STUNNED

The relentless canyon wind flew by at a blistering pace. Frantic like a creature pursued by a predator. The gusts battering the ears of two figures standing at the southern rim. Below, the crevasse yawned out, widening to the West. What would have been a mighty river below, was reduced to a fine silver trickle bordered by mud and rock.

“Looks sticky down there.” Fern lowered his binoculars and pulled his hood tight over his ears, burning with cold. His dark eyes shifted nervously at the landscape below, trying to map a safe place to conduct their sampling. His black hair whipped across his cheekbones with ferocity.

His boss still had her eye to the scope of her rifle. The Fosh’s voluminous head of black feathers flashed green iridescence as the wind battered them. A sigh escaped her long beak. “Doesn’t look like there is a single solid place to land the ship down there.”

Fern braced himself for what that meant.

“You’ll have to climb down there, scout out a place where our setup isn’t going to sink.” Professor Munnin lowered the scope and replaced her round glasses on her beak.

Fern opened his mouth to protest.

Motti cut him off “I know I’m lighter than you and would do better on the mud, but I’m also a better shot than you and would be more useful covering you from up here.”

“With all due respect, Professor. The basin looks deserted, what do you need to cover me from?”

Motti hesitated, then raised her scope again, letting it push up her spectacles.

“Glass up degrees 148, -42.”

Fern did so, raising his binoculars once again, and took a second for his eyes to adjust to what he was supposed to be looking at. Huge short toed tracks on the far bank. Sinking FAR into the mud. Something very heavy.

He groaned, “Fine, but you owe me.”

Fern was relieved to find that the canyon walls were sandstone, extremely grippy and easy to climb down. The wind was much more tolerable now that he was between two shoulders of rock. He had always been light footed, enjoying some casual freerunning and climbing in his free time (of which he had very little of since he started working for the Professor). His flexible leather boots made his footsteps nearly silent, though the wind masked his audible presence well enough.

Motti regained visual on her intern. Switching from her scope to her naked eye every now again, studiously surveying the entire basin. She raised her comm “Made it down okay?”

“Aww, you do care!” Fern remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah, well, imagine all the paperwork I’d have to do if I sent you to your death.”

“HA. Well the climb was the easy part, this mud is VERY soft.” Fern was already knee deep in the stuff. Progress suddenly became painfully slow.

Once he had made it farther out into the open, the mud was not quite as bad. He brought out his datapad to more carefully analyze the ground density around him.

“Is it possible to set up in the water? Doesn’t look to be that deep, and there’s no mud there. Just rocks.” Fern cupped his hand around his comm as he spoke and looked up at the little dot of a figure on the rim, shielding his eyes from the sun. L

“We can try it. Do you think we could land the Vesper there?”

“Let me get closer.” Fern continued on, one mud sucking footstep at a time, until he made it to the water’s edge.

“It’s only about, I don’t know, a half meter deep here? It’s a nice flat riffle, gets a little deeper downstream.”

“It might be a tight squeeze… let me get the rangefinder. I’ll be right back.” Motti pocketed her comm and swung her rifle over her thin feathered shoulder. She hopped up on her clawed feet and trotted back toward the ship.

Fern took a moment to take in the nature around him. Mud aside, it was a nice little spot. Tall seeding grasses dotted the shoreline, short stubby trees lined a perimeter parallel to the river, following some perfect vein of suitable soil invisible to him.

Rainbow-winged insects flitted on the surface of the water, and several aquatic creatures he couldn’t make out sipped them out of the sky for a tasty treat. He kicked a bit at the water, letting the current clean his legs now caked with dry mud.

Splash, splash. The water around him changed to brown and his boots instantly looked like new. Splash splash. More splashing noises, but he had stopped moving. He raised his gaze upstream.

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH. From behind a boulder, a dark furred shape came in to view one mammoth step at a time.

Fern froze with fear, the sheer immensity of the beast turning his whole body into fight or flight mode. Regardless if this creature was friendly or not, its imposing stature was enough to send his heart racing and hands shaking.

It didn’t seem to notice him yet, but that was no consolation. There was absolutely nowhere for Fern to go, besides downriver. Getting stuck in the mud with this thing about seemed like a sure way to get trampled.

“BZZZT…. He– –ern did you…” Fern’s heart dropped at the sound of his comm. He reached for it as quickly as he could to turn it off. “... put t– —---gefinder in the aft s—---ge compartment again?” Motti’s voice came in choppy as she was out of line of sight. Fern got the comm off and looked up. The beast’s head was high, its single horn above its nose pointed straight in the air. Beady eyes surveying, gaping nostrils flaring. No way that thing could get a scent with that backwind, but that didn’t make him any less trapped.

-

No reply on the comm. Nothing is ever put back where it belongs on this ship. Motti muttered to herself. Knowing full well that she was probably the one to misplace the rangefinder. She rounded to the exterior storage door when her comm started pinging red, emergency mode. Of course she can’t leave her intern at the bottom of a canyon for FIVE MINUTES without him getting into trouble.

-

When Motti skidded to a stop at the canyon rim she scanned for movement below. Right away she noticed the hulking furred shape standing in the water, a mudhorn. Not native to this planet, where had it come from? This was going to be a significant data point in her Intraplanetary Watershed Species Composition Matrix. Her thoughts snapped out of analysis mode when she noticed a much smaller figure facing the Mudhorn. Fern.

She raised her rifle scope to her beady golden eye. Don’t move, please don’t move fern… She begged internally.

Taking out this beast was the right thing to do, for ecology’s sake, and for saving Fern’s life of course. She leveled her crosshairs toward the beast’s cranium, internally referencing her studies on mammalian skulls to picture the exact spot where the Mudhorn’s tiny brain rested within it’s enormous head. Her scaly finger began to squeeze the trigger when the beast jolted forward, and was out of her sight.

NO! Fern was running, and the beast gave chase. The foolish human would never outrun the beast. There was only one thing Motti could do from her high perch, and she had to get it perfect. Her fingers worked quickly, setting the rifle to “stun”. She set the crosshairs now on the frantic intern, bounding his way down the shallow river, his data pad bouncing along behind him on its bungee cord. He was covering a surprising amount of ground, but still not enough to outrun a Mudhorn.

She squeezed the trigger.

Taglist: @stars-n-spice

Authors notes:

AAA I started writing this so long ago it feels great to put it out there! This is going to lead in to Ulvi and Flinch’s story soon. I have big arcs planned for each character, so there isn’t really a central main. They’re all going to be more or less equally featured. Sort of like a D&D campaign type of pacing.

Honestly I have @stars-n-spice to thank for having so much enthusiasm for my OCs when we first interacted! It absolutely led me to post this :)

Happy to put anyone on the Taglist just lmk. Cautiously optimistic that I’ll keep working on this for a long time!

Also Motti is voiced by Sigourney Weaver that’s my canon 😆

[dapurinthos]

la la la searching neurology texts for memory centre in the brain hello hippocampi how are you doing today

“Give me a planet for [esk].” “Eeth Koth.” I startle at myself. “Not a planet.” I don’t protest that I know that. Instead I stop, close my eyes, and look inward. My fingers clench around the galaxy-marble as I try to replicate its image in the dark of my own mind. “That’s not what I mean to say.” “What did you mean to say?” “I … ” I press the little glass orb back into the holoprojector. It flares up and out again, stars shimmering into existence as the room’s lights fade. I look around at the galaxy, the blue clouds of nebulae and the darkness of uncharted space around the edges, the great tangles of hyperspace anomalies that make up the Western Barrier beyond Jedha, Lehon, and Bakura. It’s like there’s a break in the galaxy there, a crack. I reach for it, trying to find the place it sits in the Force, but it doesn’t want to be seen. “I don’t remember.” I look back at Kalee, and then trace an arc through the map, heading on a diagonal through the faint lines of the grid toward the east-west axis that passes through Coruscant. The barrier is a brightness on the map, a collection of fairy-knots leftover from the formation of the galaxy, carving through space and time. I stop three squares north of the axis and trace the cube. “It’s there. I don’t—” I close my eyes as I feel a pounding begin behind both of them. I reach my hands up and grind my palms into them, seeking to relieve the pressure by applying it in the opposite direction. “Ow.” “Headache?” “Yes?” It throbs like an overactive heart but no headache I’ve ever had in this life, or the first, has ever been in two spots at once. It’s always on one side of my head. Sometimes in a line across my forehead or across the top like a hairband, but always, always connected. “No?” He switches from out-loud speech. Not sure? I flinch, full-body, away from Sifo-Dyas, unable to stifle a cry. I bend over, blocking out the light from the map to see if that helps, but it doesn’t. “Ari?” “That made it worse,” I say. My nose isn’t running, my neck isn’t stiff. No nausea, no sensitivity to light. No prodrome, no aura, not even the incessant pain like an icepick being driven in behind my eye. It’s not even really a headache. It’s just pressure, actually in-time with my pulse, the pre-explosion part of a meltdown but not in my chest and without everything else. “Did you hit your head on something earlier?” “No. This is—this isn’t—this is wrong,” I say, dropping to my knees near the Tempered Wastes.

[gay-jesus-probably]

Your pfp is so cool, random person I just found on tumblr

Thank you!!! It's actually my own photography, though it's pretty old by now - it's just my backyard at dusk one evening, with the lighting and clouds happening to be doing interesting things, somehow captured by my crappy old phone camera (pretty sure I took that photo with the Samsung Galaxy S5; not exactly cutting edge technology anymore).

It's been a long time, but I think I took this in late June/early July, and it would have been at around 11 PM. So the sun was down technically, but were were still getting a fair amount of light from the west, and at that time of year once the light from the sunset finally goes away, the sky's already getting lighter in the east for the imminent sunrise. Living up north is fun like that! There's about 10+ hours of difference in length between the longest and shortest nights of the year for me, which means plenty of interesting lightning conditions for like a solid month or so around the solstice. Though it also means astronomy works best in the dead of winter, which can get very cold.

Anyways, I don't actually live at that house anymore, and haven't for some time - we moved to a different town when I was 16. But it's still one of my favourite pictures! That place might've been absolutely miserable, but at least it was pretty sometimes.

[apod]

2023 March 10

Orion and the Running Man Image Credit & Copyright: Abraham Jones

Explanation: Few cosmic vistas excite the imagination like The Great Nebula in Orion. Visible as a faint celestial smudge to the naked-eye, the nearest large star-forming region sprawls across this sharp telescopic image, recorded on a cold January night in dark skies from West Virginia, planet Earth. Also known as M42, the Orion Nebula's glowing gas surrounds hot, young stars. About 40 light-years across, it lies at the edge of an immense interstellar molecular cloud only 1,500 light-years away within the same spiral arm of our Milky Way galaxy as the Sun. Along with dusty bluish reflection nebula NGC 1977 and friends near the top of the frame, the eye-catching nebulae represent only a small fraction of our galactic neighborhood's wealth of star-forming material. Within the well-studied stellar nursery, astronomers have also identified what appear to be numerous infant solar systems.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap230310.html