#i too also have the orion’s belt thing

[our-sin]

Little random thought,

I think it’s neat when actors unintentionally add a bit to their characters just through like a personality trait or a part of their physical appearance. Like Dylan O’brien (and Stiles by default) has that little cluster of moles on his right (?) cheek that resembles orion’s belt (three dots with the center one closer to one than the other and at a slight angle when connected). It’s just apart of the actor’s natural appearance but in a show about werewolves where astronomy (astrology? not sure which is which sometimes, could be both in this instance) is a somewhat important thing. It’s cool that there’s a resemblance to a constellation just apart of the character naturally because it’s apart of the actor naturally.

[transingthoseformers]

So I was thinking more about your TF One B-127 ask and like, I think we were too quick to dismiss him as being sent to Robo-Hell for being a clumsy yapper.

If you think about it, I think B-127's fate is what Orion Pax's would have been, had he not had D-16 helping to cover his aft.

B mentions being 'too good at his jobs', can name several members of the High Guard on sight, shows a lot of tactical intelligence (the escape to the surface plan that kind of insinuates he's done it at least once, offering up energon to Alpha Trion, etc), and yeah, while a lot of that could be circumstance...

Think about it, if he's good enough at his work, then he'll wind up with a lot of free time and with his curiosity, he found ways to indulge that. Likely by breaking into the archives like how Orion did, but probably just to find stuff to read instead of Orion's drive to figure out more about the Matrix.

He's curious and observant and we also never once hear him referred to as 'Bumblebee', just 'B' or 'B-127' or (deep sigh) Badassitron. He normally gets the 'Bumblebee' name because he's a bumbler/clumsy, resulting in 'Bumbling B-127' or 'Bumble-B' for short. But we never get that in this movie; in fact, I don't recall anyone referring to him as clumsy in movie, just us fans when talking about it.

And we find him all the way down on a floor that both D-16 and Orion Pax were sure didn't exist (they only knew up to floor 40 after all), and B's showing a lot of signs of instability due to long periods of isolation and low stimulation, such as his 'coworkers'. Think about it, if he ever got out of that little room and back up to where all the other bots are, would anyone ever believe him? Even D-16 and Orion Pax immediately started treating him very gently and with caution right after being dumped into his cell.

So yeah, he knew too much or he knew the wrong things and was considered a risk to Sentinel's leadership, so down to Robo-Hell he went to be forgotten about and driven insane from isolation so that no one would ever believe him, if B didn't off himself first via convyer belt into incinerator.

And again, I fully believe this would have been Orion Pax's fate as well, had he not had a friend like D-16 watching out for him all the time.

Honestly you might be right here, tf1 Bee is more competent than we're giving him credit for

... how interesting would it be if Bee did get in trouble for yapping, but in a "he's talking about some very sensitive topics Sentinel has an interest in suppressing" kind of way?

I'm assuming he's going to take on the name Bumblebee in the future, perhaps?

Calling it a cell is absolutely right because I'm a way it totally is one

That would be so interesting

[estellardreams]

"Deltarune Brawl!" Models

Its finally DONE!

And as a bonus these designs are free to use for any Deltarune/Undertale AUs (to the people who own their OCs. Please ask permission still if the OC isn't yours)

Attacking everyone below:

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@emthimofnight

@6larosie9

@silvers-starrway

@ekaycheem

@einelitas

@yellowvixen

@polkychu

@zhampip

@totaleclipse573

@sonlc

Skaerial

Lunateaq

Okay, so... I did all of the models from the Deltarune Brawl piece and lined them up. I also did a bonus Undertale fight screen version down below along with Soul types. I'll explain why I made the design choices I did for appearances along with explaining the Mobian Soul types.

Design Notes:

✨Stardust✨

Stellar's design is an almost fusion between her normal look and villain look, however she was granted shoes and a storage belt to carry items.

Camellia got a more modified princessy design that also felt more adventure oriented. Now with proper boots and a seperated two piece instead of a dress, she'd be able to move around a lot more easily.

Rime's hands and feet are actually now iced over, making her attacks much more volatile. But by contrast, her actual outfit appears more sleek and tight-fitted since most of the detail went into her hands and feet.

Sunshine is also a primary Healer, with her scarf being modified into a more cape-like appearance. She was also given a cross bag and connected belt with a pouch for extra storage.

Arthur is heavily knight focused with his design taking the most pointers from Kris.

Orion is pretty streamlined, with the only thing to note being the protective shoulder guards and the side cape. He is definitely a warrior type, but I opted for something slightly fancy while allowing for ease of movement and some protection.

Terios is also an attack oriented Mage, with a much longer cape and a cross belt to keep everything secure. The bracelets are just for decoration.

Juice doesn't like clothes at all since they're too restrictive, so to keep in line with her character I simply kept her original bracelet and just gave her a simple belt to tie the look together. And put her quills down. Her psychic wings are now always active and visible.

Keira actually comes with a retractable scythe, which can normally look like a sword and can be used as such on first glance. But with special attacks, it comes out like a scythe. Other than that her outfit was changed to allow for more movement.

Estelle's original outfit surprisingly fit deltarune, so I kept most of the original elements but chose to remove some of the capes for ease of mobility.

🌊Seafoam🌊

Kaiko was given visible vines and flowers in his quills and on his arm to signify him having plant powers. His original outfit was also modified to appear more combat oriented.

Maria always struck me as a combative type, hence her design wasn't changed too much besides providing extra protection in case she got hurt.

Tulip's outfit mainly serves mobility, however it does lack the shoes and gloves due to preference and not for convenience like some other characters.

Sakura's mainly a healing Mage, with her design being soft and calming as a result. Not much to say here besides thinking a cloak would look nice on her.

Nymph maintains her princess look with a more streamlined and less restrictive look. The skirt is also a back high low to prevent it from snagging from behind if she ran.

Rosemary was dressed in a more guarded and combative style, with the short skirt being a more stylistic choice and to provide some extra protection from injury.

Mallow is definitely more armored with knightly gear. But since she originally came with a dress I decided to give her a skirt instead.

Meredith is a more attack oriented Mage, and as such her outfit appears both flowy yet elegant. Even without armor the outfit is quite protective where it needs to be.

Naomi is very focused on both protection and movement for attacking, so her outfit comes with wrist and shoulder guards to protect from attacks along with sleek long gloves and socks with only the elbows, knees, and toes exposed for better flexibility. She also has a belt with a pouch for extra storage.

Azarael is a slightly modified version of her original outfit. She also has small fins at the backs of her legs to swim more efficiently but that's about it.

Character Types and Role explanations:

Each character has a primary strength and weakness of the group. This is mainly intended for balancing purposes.

The knights score in high defense but middle in attack and can't use magic.

Warriors have the highest attack and are somewhat skilled in magic, but lack defense hence they can get downed easily.

And mages have the highest magic casting, middle in defense, but lack the strongest attack.

For our roles we have...

Knights: Arthur, Rosemary, Naomi

Warriors: Stellar, Camellia, Rime, Sunshine, Orion, Keira, Maria, Mallow, Azarael

Mages: Terios, Juice, Estelle, Kaiko, Tulip, Sakura, Nymph, Meredith

And now, for the soul types.

Mobian Souls share attributes with human souls, yet respond quite differently with their own unique abilities. Everyone has a special soul type in accordance to their color. However, Determination is a human soul ONLY. It cannot be found in a Mobian or Monster. They also go by different names but still share similar qualities to the human variants.

Pink: Understanding. Special Ability: Teleportation.

Orange: Courage. Special Ability: Endurance

Yellow: Fairness. Special Ability: Strength.

Green: Compassion. Special Ability: Healing

Cyan: Humility. Special Ability: Levitation.

Blue: Righteousness. Special Ability: Shielding.

Purple: Persistence. Special Ability: Energy Orbs

And for main method of attacking:

Arthur: Sword

Rosemary: gauntlets

Naomi: Throwing Knives

Stellar: Shoe Blades

Camellia: Knuckle Busters

Rime: Cyrokinesis

Sunshine: Photokinesis

Orion: Katana

Keira: Retractable Scythe

Maria: Chaos Energy

Mallow: Dual blades

Azarael: Claws

Terios: Chaos Shards

Juice: Psychokinesis

Estelle: Photokinesis

Kaiko: Chlorokinesis

Tulip: Techopathy

Sakura: Chlorokinesis

Nymph: Pyrokinesis

Meredith: Hydrokinesis

[dyrewrites]

Friday Kiss Tag - on a Saturday

@the-golden-comet shared this thing over here and left it open so I am doing this again.

Leaving this one OPEN, for anyone else to add their smooches--or just share their writing.

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss—from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️

Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!

From "Before Deluca" wherein someone makes a scene.

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Sea spray, he smelled of saltwater and something else...dirt, flowers? It mesmerized whatever it was—I would reconsider when I learned—and he caught me sniffing him. Face flushing with the grin he gave, and more times in an hour than it had all that year; I hurried to my room for my bag.

He insisted on taking it as I returned, though he waited for me to open the door, and smiled at my confusion when he grabbed the parasol hung beside it. Powder blue—like his jacket, coat and breeches, all embroidered in white floral designs too familiar—it was opened and held firm above him as we left my home.

No rain, or clouds, greeted us outside the door and I smiled with the warmth of the day...and the realization—or so I thought.

“Worried of your complexion, Lucient?” I asked him.

He swooned before answering, “Say it again and I will make certain everyone here knows your secret.” Confusion must have twisted my face again as when he looked at me, he scoffed and set my bag down, “The parasol is for my skin, yes, but those delicious lips of yours speak my name too sweetly,” stepping closer, head titled up too near my face, he drew a few eyes from the morning crowds and kept his voice low, ��say it again and I will make a scene.”

What did I care? He already made a scene with my parents, and most of whom busied about then likely knew before they did. Beside that he was so close already, with those bright eyes and soft lips, that I couldn’t help myself.

“Is that a promise, Lucient,” The name barely left my lips before his replaced it.

There were gasps from the people around us, a few muttered curses as well, but also a rather boisterous shout of, “Benissimo, Vicki!” that I appreciated.

No one stopped us, or bothered us, as we lost ourselves. I took his chill face in my hands, sinking deeper into his kiss as he swooned for my warmth, his free hand grasping at my belt. Then his parasol drooped, blinding me with a sudden beam of sunlight, but it did more to him. He gasped, fearful and sharp, and pulled away from me.

His face smoothed quickly after, creasing only to smirk and scold me, “Chose coquine,” and as he continued toward the docks, he shot back, “For that, you can carry your own bag.”

Not entirely certain of what I had done, my bag was an easy thing to carry and I chased him with it slung over my shoulder...wondering what the sunlight had done.

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[neiptune]

Hihi! ☺️ For your event: "i’d drive away before i let you go" w/ Sanemi (or Giyuu) + mutual pining trope. 🤍 Preferably a happy ending (implied or obvious), but I'll survive if you mix in some angst. 😆

Thanks so much for hosting another event — super excited to read what you write !! 😍

tomioka giyuu x I'd drive away before I let you go

request a character + prompt here :)

“D’you believe in soulmates?”

All you’re actively looking at is the night sky, a dark blanket sprayed with tiny lights blinking back at you. Still, you’re sure he’s turned his head to look at your side profile with furrowed brows and a skeptical expression, the same one he had when you had first interrupted your stroll and begged him to just lie down for a little while.

“I don’t”

You snort, not at all surprised.

“Okay. What d’you think is the closest thing, then?”

“The closest thing to what?”

“That kinda love” you give in at last, turn your head to find his navy gaze already on you “if you don’t believe in soulmates, what d’you believe in?”

Giyuu lets a beat pass, comfortable silence settling over the both of you and the empty park, sounds that belong to the city feeling miles away as he slowly blinks, focused on your features for a second too long.

“Dread”

You huff out a laugh so genuine it almost, almost has his lips curling into a soft smile.

“Dread? Care to expand on that?”

Giyuu knows he’s not generally regarded as particularly perceptive but maybe you’re not so bright yourself, he thinks. Expand? Does he need to? Isn’t it obvious?

“When you have someone in your life and they slowly become part of yourself, too. When they know every aspect of you, are happy to put up with your worst and make you feel lucky to be around to put up with their worst in turn. So much that just the idea of losing them is dreadful. You know, paralyzing anxiety n’all that”

It’s interesting that you can’t cast your eyes way from his, even more that your gaze flickers to his lips for a second. Giyuu seems to not only know what being in love feels like, he also seems to have experienced the all-encompassing kind of love firsthand. It’s cruel, that you’re surprised. It’s even worse, feeling small pangs of resentment stinging in your throat and lungs all of a sudden. It’s unfair. So what if he’s had a love like that and has never told you? It’s not like he has some kind of unspoken obligation.

“Sounds to me like you do believe in soulmates” it’s pathetic, the way you turn away from him to focus on the sky once again. You’re barely able to discern the stars in the first place, city lights be damned, but you have trained your gaze long enough to know what to look for.

Memories of humid summer nights, gentle hands setting up a telescope indoors to guide you through how everything works before taking it out into the night make their way back to you. The moon, the very first celestial object you got to find by yourself, so close and a quarter million miles away at once, just like Giyuu. Patient explanations and gentle pleas to take your time to explore each impact crater and the lunar seas, formed billions of years ago. A summer spent waiting on a familiar balcony until jupiter would rise, bright and imposing with its cloud belts, nothing more than dusky tan bands in the eyepiece you were glued to.

The north star, or Polaris, is pretty consistent in its positon and always helps you navigate the sky more easily. The evening is crisp enough for you to find it right away: Orion with its belt, a little cluster of stars you’ve learned to recognize as the Pleiades sparkling on its upper right. Seven divine sisters, Pleione’s daughters. He’s taught you all that.

“You don’t need to believe in fate or destiny for someone to be special. Sometimes you just get lucky” Giyuu sits up in your peripheral, arms resting on his knees as he peers up at the sky.

You need luck. And you need timing.

“Have you ever gotten that lucky?” it’s not casual at all, the way you almost whisper the question. He’s tempted to glance at you: ever the attentive observer, always able to read every crease of your forehead and subtle furrow of brows.

He resists the temptation.

“Yeah” he mumbles and you wish you could swallow the words to ease the painful squeeze of your stomach.

“The kind of love you’d drop everything for? Quit jobs, change cities, take planes, get a driver’s license?” it’s childish, the way you insist, but you can’t help it and the way he just shrugs is honestly infuriating.    

“Guess so”

Fine, that’s it.

You stand up abruptly and not so gently pat your jeans clean of any grass remains, shooting him an offended glare you make sure he doesn’t miss by faintly kicking his shoe with your own. Giyuu glances up at you, currently towering over him with a frown that has gigantic question marks floating right above his head.

“Guess you’d really ditch everything, huh? Even me. Let’s go, before I change my mind about buying you that ice cream” you grumble, barely resisting the urge to flick his stupid forehead before turning around and marching in the opposite direction with a pace fast enough to underline your annoyance but controlled enough not to actually leave him behind.

Giyuu cocks his head as he watches you walk away, confused and not entirely sure about what's just happened. His eyes are still fixed on your back as he sighs in frustration.

“Yeah, I’d ditch everything” he mutters to himself “I’d drive away before I let you go. You’re the only thing keeping me here, anyway”

Idiot.

Who cares about timing? He's already been lucky enough, no need to be fucking greedy.

“Giyuu, what the hell? Are you coming or not?”

Yeah, he'll tell you. Maybe over ice cream.

[writing-for-life]

From time to time, I just need to flog the goods (speak: my fics) on here because I’m notoriously bad at it. So have one of my favourite chapters from The Light of Stars, and read the rest on Ao3. Bye 🤣

[Oh, before I forget: Even if the thing has been published for a while: I still love your comments, and it’s not weird to comment on a completed fic. We don’t suddenly stop caring just because a fic is finished. Actually the opposite.]

The Light of Stars (76,167 words) by Writing-for-Life

Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character(s), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Character(s), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Other(s), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Reader Characters: Original Female Character(s), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Fiddler's Green | Gilbert, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Matthew the Raven, Desire of the Endless, Original Male Character(s), Destiny of the Endless, Death of the Endless, Despair of the Endless, Delirium of the Endless, Dusk (The Sandman), Night (The Sandman), Hob Gadling, Thalia Callaghan (OC), The Gatekeepers (The Sandman) Series: Part 1 of The Light of Stars

Creating Stars

Thalia felt an inner restlessness that would not dissipate, and it could neither be manoeuvred with work nor distraction. She didn’t want to go to sleep yet because it meant seeing him, and while she wanted to, she also needed space. Space to tune into her feelings, space to let her soul speak. So she decided to go for a walk to create that space, despite the late hour.

It was a beautiful clear, if cold night. Autumn had closed in completely; the air felt sharper, the balmy feel of summer was gone for good. However, she hadn’t seen the stars so beautiful in a long time. It was rare to see them so clearly because of light pollution, and for a moment, she wondered why they shone so brightly tonight. It stopped to matter—their beauty made her feel small, but connected to the universe in a way that was new to her.

As she kept walking, she began to agonise over her time with Morpheus coming to an end. If her stories weren’t what had brought her to him, what else was there to explore? She understood, on a deep level, that she wouldn’t really lose him, that he had always been there, as he was for everyone. And yet, it wouldn’t be the same. Thalia had long realised she wanted him the way he was now—fully present with her in both her dreams and waking hours.

Thinking about it too much made her head spin and her heart ache, and the pain was sharper than the night air.

She wrapped her coat around herself tighter and pulled up the collar before looking up to the sky and taking a deep breath. Her attention was drawn to three intensely bright stars that lined up in almost perfect symmetry. Something about them felt significant. Just when she was about to check her mobile phone for constellations, she was overcome with a feeling of deep peace and clarity.

Let the stars remind you of your strength and courage. Your guidance springs from hope.

It was almost like she could hear someone, or something, say these words to her, and she neither doubted them nor did she feel afraid.

There was no hubris in her realisation that her effect on him was as profound as his was on her, and that all of it was somehow meant to be. Perhaps finding him was the universe’s plan, and while it might have been beyond her comprehension, she trusted it. She didn’t care if anyone else would be able to understand—she just knew it to be true.

She also knew he was with her, even before he began to speak.

“It’s Orion’s Belt. The three stars are called Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka. Some also call them the three sisters.”

Thalia turned around to face him, and for a moment, the way he looked in this darkness completely took her breath away. Something about him was night, but he was also light. Not the incandescence of the sun, but the reflection of a thousand stars in a pool of cool water, or the moon’s soft sheen in a hazy winter sky.

“You should not be out on your own at this time of night,” he said softly, and the slight hoarseness in his voice sent shivers down her spine.

“Are you worried about me?”

“What if I were?”

Diamonds set in gold was all she could think of when she looked at the stars in his eyes.

“Maybe it would mean you cared more about me than you want to admit.”

He stayed silent, eyes firmly fixed on hers.

Thalia could tell his breathing was shallow, not least because he seemed to breathe in perfect synchronicity with her, and she was acutely aware that none of the air she inhaled seemed to reach the bottom of her lungs.

She took a cautious step forward, reached out her hand and touched his face. For a moment, he allowed her hand to linger and leaned into her touch so subtly that it was hardly noticeable.

And yet, she did notice.

She sensed it with every fibre of her being, and she wished this moment of exquisite tension and closeness would last forever.

It didn’t.

Morpheus laid his hand on hers, his touch cool, and gently removed it from his face. He bowed his head and exhaled deeply.

When he looked up again, his eyes met hers, aureate stars shimmering. “I care about your safety, and you are not safe out here.”

The air between them remained charged.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt it for a second, but…”

She put two fingers on his lips and shook her head. “I think the real reason you’re here is that you like my company. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to wait until I’m asleep?”

Morpheus didn’t shrink back, neither from her touch nor her brazen claim. The stars in his eyes were flashing and flickering in a dance of cool blue and warm red until they finally settled on the richest, most fluorescent indigo she had ever seen.

His lips were soft against her touch. Thalia became painfully aware how much she wanted to kiss them, and she was also cognisant of the fact that she might not be able to hide her thoughts and feelings from him. If she was totally honest with herself, she didn’t care. She decided, there and then, to let him in because she wanted him to know.

And from the look in his eyes, she could tell he did.

She felt his breath on her fingers, and his eyes were burning like molten copper. He laid his hand on hers once more, but this time, he gently pressed her fingers against his lips. For the briefest of moments, it felt as if he were kissing them so lightly that it might as well have been an illusion.

He closed his eyes, swallowed hard and removed her fingers, but he held on to her hand when he said: “Let us walk, Thalia Callaghan.”

Although his words felt like a cold shower, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Uh-oh, the surname, I’m in trouble. In any case, you still have a talent for changing topic.”

As they began walking, he finally let go of her hand. “So I should.” He gave her a sideways look. “And you are not in trouble, although I might change my mind about it.” The faintest smile lit up his face before he refocused on the path ahead.

“Tell me about them.”

“About whom?”

“The stars. What were their names again?”

“Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka.”

“They are beautiful. It’s like they… called out to me tonight.” She hesitated. “Does that sound weird?”

“Not in the slightest.” He gently shook his head. “They are testament to the powers and wonders of the universe. Some believe they created the seasons, others think they are a symbol of the divine feminine and her strength. And then there are some who think Orion, the hunter, was transformed into the greater constellation after his death, and they like to see it as a symbol of bravery and courage.”

“Which one is true?”

He glanced at her. “All stories are somewhat true, even the ones that started as lies.”

Thalia stepped out in front of him and began walking backwards in her usual way, only that it was a lot harder in the dark, real world than it was in the Dreaming. “You sound as if you know but don’t want to tell me.”

He smiled faintly. “I do know.” Out of nowhere, he stopped. “Turn around.”

Thalia’s heart began to race the moment he stepped behind her, so close that she could feel him despite the fact their bodies didn’t touch. He moved his arm over her right shoulder and pointed. “Follow my hand with your eyes…”

She focused on what seemed the dimmest of the three stars.

“You are looking at Mintaka. What you cannot see is that she isn’t one star, but a whole stellar system, formed over 12 million years ago. And yet, she is very young, much younger than Earth. So are her people, who abhor violence but unfortunately also value conformity above all else. Some of them dream of being different, and to break free one day.”

Thalia felt her breath catching in her throat and turned her head to look at him. Their eyes briefly connected before he moved his head closer to hers and whispered in her ear: “Eyes straight ahead.”

It took all her resolve to follow his hand again, which slowly moved to the left. “This is Alnilam. She is the youngest of the three, 6 million years younger than her oldest sister, and she is alone. She is the brightest of them, some say the most beautiful. She lives and breathes and dreams of escaping her solitude before she stops burning and it is too late.”

Thalia couldn’t help but reach for him and let her hand rest on his upper arm. He inhaled deeply. His fingers were less steady than she had expected them to be when he pointed farther left.

“Alnitak is really a twin. The slightly younger one is stable, the other is unstable and perpetually circling her sibling. Over the past 7 million years, the elder was responsible for the death of three separate developing lifeforms. They both dream of being separate and free from each other.”

Morpheus slowly lowered his arm, and she removed her hand to face him. When she looked into his eyes, she knew everything he had just told her was true, and yet, it was beyond her comprehension.

“They live? How is this even possible?’ she asked.

“It is just as possible as my standing with you here right now.”

“And you are there for all of them?”

He nodded. “I have been for billions of years.”

She shook her head in disbelief, eyes wide. “I know Lucienne said you are old, but…”

“I have seen them come and go.” He looked up to the sky. “The nebula you can see right below Alnitak has been the birthplace of many stars. And when they start to dream, I am there.”

Thalia searched the sky. “I can’t see it.”

“It is there, trust me.”

“I do. I just wish I could see what you see.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“I know full well what I wish for.”

Morpheus looked straight into her eyes, and she could tell he was trying to judge whether she understood the true depth of her admission.

“I do,” she replied.

He looked surprised. “It seems we have learned to communicate without words, Thalia Callaghan.”

“We’ve been doing so for quite a while, it’s just that turned tables confuse you.” She blinked slowly, and the air charged with electricity again.

Morpheus seemed to get lost in her eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Thalia’s mouth was dry, and her voice nearly gave out.

He hesitated for a brief moment before whispering: “Close your eyes.”

Her deep trust in him made her do as she was told. A moment later, she sensed him, inside her head, her mind, her soul. It was nearly too much to bear, and yet, she didn’t want it any other way. A sweet dizziness enveloped her.

“Open them again…”

Clarity set in slowly. She didn’t know where they were or how they got there, and it didn’t matter. It felt like floating in space, yet her feet were touching the ground. All she could see was darkness and light and stardust, orange, pink and red. The stars were too numerous to count.

“Is it real?” She couldn’t help but reach for him because she felt unsteady.

“As real as your body and mind can handle.”

Thalia was completely overwhelmed, and silent tears began to fall. “I have never seen anything so beautiful.”

“Neither have I.” Morpheus was looking at her, and she could hardly breathe. He reached out his hand to catch a tear from her chin that had been slowly running along her jawline, all the while carefully avoiding to touch her face.

When he opened his hand, the droplet transformed into a tiny speck of light, shimmering like a diamond. He released it, and it moved away, floating, scintillating, and turned into a star right before her eyes.

She gasped. “Is it real, too?”

“If you believe it is, does it matter?”

Thalia couldn’t take her eyes off it. “When I wake up, will it be gone?”

“You are not dreaming…”

She turned her head to look at him. “But…”

“…and it will be here for as long as you remember it.”

“How could I ever forget?” She just didn’t care any more and embraced him.

Thalia could feel his resistance within an instant. He had somewhat become accustomed to the touch of her hand, but maybe feeling her body touching his was too much, and she immediately regretted her decision to act on her impulse.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

He stepped back ever so slightly. “I… Perhaps I underestimated the human need for touch.”

Thalia mustered up all her courage. “Maybe it’s not just humans who need touch. For what it’s worth, I don’t touch indiscriminately. I just want to be close to you.” He didn’t react, but she was determined not to give up. “Can you promise me something?”

His eyes narrowed. “I am not sure whether I can.”

“Maybe you should take a chance and trust me, just like I trust you.”

The stars in his eyes looked like the most beautiful, shimmering moonstones she had ever seen, and they made it hard for her to focus.

“Proceed.”

Thalia couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to be formal, all the while only managing to sound wary.

“I want you to…”

“Want?” He raised one eyebrow, and strangely enough, she knew he was back with her. And apparently he knew she knew, because he began to smile.

“Yes, I want you to promise that you will remember tonight. And that you will remember the star we just created when I am gone, so it will keep on existing. Can you do that?”

He just nodded and turned his head to look into the distance.

Thalia stepped in front of him. “Please look at me.” She only noticed then that his eyes were brimming with tears. “Have I said something wrong?”

He shook his head. “I promise I will remember tonight. I will remember you, Thalia Callaghan…”

[obscureoldguy]

Where I Am Now

I don’t know what a crazy person is anymore and now, anything is possible. I find I have never been so free, so lost, or so alone in my life. I am at my mind’s end; and I am at peace.

I have seen miracles, and out of the corner of my vision, have glimpsed pure, proud, and unashamed evil. 

I have been guided, and I have been blessed. But only after I was throughly cursed and doomed by my own lost self.

I have been too proud, and also far too friendly. I have sorely misjudged the value of things and the qualities of persons and yet, I have somehow come through. I am most probably deeply scarred in ways I cannot see, because I am after all, only myself; I am not you.

My mother told me I was born in a fog so deep that people died in the streets. But then I learned her dates were all off, and her story untrue. At least in the physical world.

Last night I slept in my car and was accompanied by a brilliant clear Orion’s Belt above, and a slowly wandering deer beside me. And it was lovely, it was enough.

I listen more now; and I am not all that eager to speak and to impress. Churches welcome me, and feed me, without asking for anything in return.

I send out my hard hewn words in stories, and only a few people whom I had thought were friends write back. I am left wondering if most are afraid of me, angered by me, wishing to forget me, or just numb to me.

Perhaps my being homeless frightens them…

In one moment, I wish I knew how others viewed me… In the next, I could not care less.

I am invited into churches, and it makes me aware of how alone I have made myself throughout most of my life. I become aware of how vastly distant a possibility I have always believed my being loved by anyone would ever be.

Loving someone is so terribly serious and weighty…  and the most embarrassing situation I could ever imagine would be to have to attend my own wedding- all of those people knowing my most personal and deeply private feelings.

It is dark, and cold at night here, but my thick winter coat keeps me warm and alive, as I listen to classical music on the radio, and as I listen to the endless reports of yet more and more people killing each other again and again on the far side of the world. Sometimes for God, sometimes because they consider themselves better than their enemies, and so what happens to the “them”, who are “enemy” does not matter.

I like the silent deer who wander out of the woods deep in the night, and amble under infinite stars, just looking for a few tasty morsels to chew upon, to sustain themselves, and then wander away again, back into the woods and the deep night. They go on, unseen, all around, and behind, the ordered and the civilized.

[sturthepotofmadness]

Shattered EarthSpark

Atlas Meridian stepped into the cave, his chocolate brown hair slicked back as usual and his deep brown eyes observing. He wore the usual garb for explorations like this: a two piece thick charcoal grey leathery outfit with black boots, gloves, and a clear visor that covered his face and part of his hair, along with a belt with many pockets. However, his left arm wasn’t covered by the outfit, stopping just after the shoulder due to the mechanical nature of his replaced arm. The cave was a strange slate color, standing out a bit from all the other rocks that lead up to it. Water seemed to puddle in the crevasses and low dents of the cave, filling them up yet never seeming to move or go beyond their confines. Every now and again was a strange bubbly gem of sorts, almost like Energon with blue food coloring packed into an 3D oval shape.

He didn’t know how the Decepticons-- what a strange name-- missed the Cybertronian signal from the cave. Even that Autobot they picked up-- Orion? Optimist? One of the two-- didn’t notice it. The scientist wondered before, even just for a few moments, if they were purposely avoiding the signal, but reasoned that it was a rather strange signal, hard to tell it was even Cybertronian to begin with. However, that didn’t sate his and the other scientists in GHOST’s ranks curiosity about the thing. Getting the superiors to go through with it was simpler than expected, but he supposed it wasn’t unusual. Anything Cybertronian in the wrong hands could cause disaster. His old... colleague, Alex Malto, sure was a good example of that.

Atlas continued further into the cave, his robotic arm already lifting up as his still flesh one flexed in excitement. His hand moved to the false arm and clicked a button, activating a holographic screen. Atlas looked at the screen to make sure he entered the right inputs, then stopped as the connection was finalized. He said into the hologram, “Doctor Meridian to Base Spike, do you read?”

A bit of static followed, then he read, [Doctor Charon to Doctor Meridian, can do! Anything interesting yet?]

“There’s a strange crystal that appears like a blue or teal version of Energon, but I haven’t gotten too far in,” Atlas replied.

He could almost feel his colleague vibrating in place. [Oh wow, Energon that isn’t only blue, but also crystalline? That sounds amazing! Make sure you collect samples!]

Atlas approached one of the strange orbs and grabbed it. He tugged at it for a few moments, then it broke free. He observed it as he replied, “Of course.”

[Here, I’ll mute so you don’t get distracted and we’ll still be able to see what’s going on!] Dr Charon said, then the noise of a mute signal going off and the hologram automatically deactivating. A brief notification appeared in the visor, but it quickly dismissed itself to the corner of his vision.

Atlas turned the orb in his hands around for a few more moments, only finding it to be the same on every side, save of the few pieces of stone that still clung to it. He put the strange orb into a pocket, making sure it was shut before going further into the cave.

It continued to be more of the same. Slate blue stones and the blue orbs. The only difference was that the cave was continuous lit with blue light, but it was unclear where the light was coming from.

After a few minutes, the cave opened up to a massive room. A pool of the same strange water nearly covered the entire room, the only dry bits being the center and the path up to it. Thirteen stalactites hung from the ceiling, though eight of them appeared to be forcibly broken by an overpowering force, the other five left alone to grow, nearly touching the pool. The stalactites, the ceiling, and the walls were all the same slate blue. However, the strange teal orbs seemed to have become no more bigger than specks, seemingly dragged of what they held. In the center of the room was a pedestal with an ocean colored stone covered with teal speckles sitting atop it.

Atlas approached the stone, a curiosity in his eyes. He lifted his gloved hand to touch the stone, then moving his hand across it. There was no reaction.

His robotic arm moved so he could pick up the strange stone with both hands. The moment his robotic palm touched the odd stone, the artifact went haywire. It suddenly glowed green, the pool quickly gaining the same glow. A tendril of light popped out of the stone, quickly wrapping around his robotic arm as behind him, two of the stalactites began to glow. Atlas barely had time to react, shock erupting over his face, then the two stalactites shattered with a head-splitting noise and he was forced to tuck his head into his metal shoulder and pressing his gloved palm against his other ear, squeezing his eyes shut.

A few moments passed and all the noise and simulation calmed down. Atlas opened his eyes, blinking slightly as he repositioned his upper body. The glowing had vanished, but the robotic arm seemed... changed. It didn’t change much, but there was a strange tugging feeling that now emanated from it, along with a purplish blue orb sitting on the back of the robotic palm. A quickly glance in the visor showed the connection was still up, and he moved his arm away from it.

He bumped into something and quickly snapped around.

Staring into his eyes was a Cybertronian of some sort, a strange scent coming off it and with oddly blank colors with bits of teal glow. After a moment, he recalled what the scientists of GHOST were told about young Cybertronians, better known as ‘sparklings’. This was some sort of sparkling. Its bright red eyes stared into him, its feminine shaped armor flared out somewhat.

“Curious,” the being said, its voice wispy, yet feminine and sounding like there was a growling undertone. “You’re not... scared. Unlike the wimp that dares call us a twin.” Its optics glanced to the side, causing Atlas to look over as well. As he did so, he took notice of the state of the shattered stalactites. They were reduced back down to the ceiling, now much smaller points. Those were unlike the other broken stalactites, where seemed battered and torn into.

On the other side of the pool, clinging to the wall, was another sparkling, though it seemed taller and on the masculine side, despite its plating squeezing onto itself. It didn’t speak, its blue optics, terrified with a field to match.

“So... why are you nOT TERRIFIED?!” the sparkling suddenly screeched, its plating flaring as its voice box crackled with the sudden change, the growl suddenly more prevalent.

Atlas didn’t move, instead muttering, “Fascinating.”

The sparkling seemed to doubletake at that reaction, causing the more male sparkling to attempt an approach. The femme glared at the mech, causing it to stop.

“Fascinating...? That’s what you see us as?” the femme sparkling questioned, a strange surprise in its wispy voice as the growl died back down to an undertone.

Atlas, under his breath, added, “Earth-born Cybertronians? Terran Cybertronians? Would they be any different from Cybertronians from Cybertron?”

The femme seemed to stare as the mech finally approached. Somewhat quietly, with a scared, shaky, terrified voice, the mech sparkling asked, “W-W-Who are you?”

Atlas snapped out of his mutterings, then looked at the mech sparkling and said, “My name is Doctor Meridian, but you can call me Atlas.”

Both of the sparklings stared. 

A tug of full terror seemed to radiate from the strange feeling now in his robotic arm as the mech sparkling trembled and he said, “I-I-I’m Thrash.”

The femme sparkling lean forward, a bloodlust radiating out from the other strange tug (he just noticed, there were two ‘strings’) that matched in her optics, then she said, “We are Twitch.”

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes - early jan 20, 2024

Had a 4-hour phone call with an old friend last night. It was so hilarious from various angles. I learned about Australia's rabbit fence(?!) and briefly discussed the :Cue Cat barcode scanner.

I learned they have 2,200+ books cataloged in their home library. I always thought books, much like dolls, should not be completely counted. Like, if you observe them too closely, they'll multiply or run away without you realizing.

After we hung up, I did my nightly reading routine on my phone. Kept pausing to have giggle fits every so often, recalling the call with glee. I couldn't calm down until after 5am - getting mostly distracted with a web novel.

Again, kept giggling, as I tried to sleep. Woke up around 6:40am on my own. My alarm goes off at 7:30am. Put on earrings as soon as I got up; haven't worn any since the craft fair (early Nov). I just felt so good, so alive, and the earrings are my way of celebrating that.

I even considered grabbing some nail polish to take with me to the library. I literally do not remember the last time I wore it. Maybe 2020? I always feel so good wearing nail polish.

I was already doing better even before the conversation. Like, I was prepared for a serious topic, and it ended up being something fantastically fun, just nerve-wracking. I also felt good to disclose my concerns, things that I've done and regretted, as I shared my experiences.

God, my teeth are gonna get cold from all this smiling. It's not "House on the Rock" level of cheeks aching, but it's pretty heckin' close. God, it's so good to reconnect with old friendships, spark them with more conversation after getting caught up in life and ending up kinda distant. So good to be seen by someone who saw me back then, back when we were both messes.

I just hope I don't accidentally hurt myself when I flap my hands in excitement later. ========

Other news of note: This upcoming Wednesday is when I get my finished dental crowns. My Orion's Belt of damage will finally be capped and completed.

[ghostofscarley]

hello everyone.. alas i am bored and instead of finishing my prepls or school work (aha procrastination), i saw an author write out their entire playlist that fit with their fic and gave mini explanations as to why they paired each song.. so i would like to present, ahem

GHOSTOFSCARLEY's REASONS FOR THE SONGS OF HER PLAYLIST; RWTS

now ofc, all credit isnt mine.. my lover @emso12 wrote 'Rewrite The Stars' and ive been in love with it for just over a year, id say, now, however i made the playlist not too long ago, which consist songs that just made sense following the storyline of this fic.. now, whilst a good lot of the songs cannot simply be explained, i removed them for the sake of this post and so if i remember them, ill add them again.. that being said, it still left a good 6 hours left of songs so we're in for a ride..

fair warning; quite a lot of songs, therefore this is basically a rant.. a hefty one.. read at own risk (the risk being pure boredom unless this somewhat interests you like it interested me) spoilers too for those who are yet to read RWTS

lets get started !!!

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya

obviously, as the name of the book itself, and a running metaphor throughout as the chapters as the book progressed, it only made sense. the song focuses on the differences between y/n and adrian and how they overcome those differences as they grow older and mature and write their own story; their love story

Wanna Know - Sabrina Claudio

my perception of this song is that a couple is within the stage in which they're now sharing the 'l' word. obviously this is a big commitment and sometimes one can wonder whether their significant other truly means it. this can be set when adrian first says it to y/n or when they're broken up (temporarily). if they were so hurt from the actions of the other, were they truly in love?

I Don't - Sabrina Claudio

now this song is moreso focused on the lovely miss emilia morales and well.. the dick-ish miles bletchley. this song focuses on a toxic relationship. similarly, no matter how much miles seemed to hurt our girl, because of her love for him, all of those reasons meant nothing, she was so in love with him that she could not bring herself to leave him. she knew that he meant well and would better himself

Frozen - Sabrina Claudio

now again this song can be set when y/n and adrian are younger and are just lounging during a break or a weekend at hogwarts in a common room OR when they have moved in together. this was chosen to show how no matter what, they always knew the other would be the ONE for them, they would love each other no matter what.

Orion's Belt - Sabrina Claudio

so, talking about a constellation and relating it to freckles? i immediately thought of adrian and how his upbringing (as well as his kids names) being somewhat related to space. this song is also about familiarising the feeling of love and romantic warmth together. they create a safe space that was to only be shared between them.

We Have Time - Sabrina Claudio

not too far into their relationship, or maybe even before it became official, adrian has said that he did not want to rush things; i mean this was his first serious relationship. so this song represents how they slowed the pace and took their time to really get to know and inevitably fall in love with each other. through this, it evolved into a loving relationship in which they both gained a significant other and best friend, and it did not feel forced.

Natural - Sabrina Claudio

this song focuses in on the development of a crush that they held on each other and how quick it was to happen. having both been in relationships, it felt new when they started falling for each other, because it was real. not just physical or shy and awkward, but tender and warm and with a friendship already developed, it meant they already knew each other to some degree. and they both continued to fall harder for the other.

Best of the Kind - Jereena Montemayor

now when people say that their significant other is their 'other half', it cannot be portrayed better than in this song. its vaguely implicated. with adrian, y/n felt like a better version of herself. no matter what issues or problems they went through, they knew they would get through it together. they truly were each others better half; they completed each other and it would be hard to imagine one without the other.

Close As Strangers - 5 Seconds of Summer

this takes place during the break up as well. of course the lyrics insinuate that they would still be together, but for the sake of this fic, not quite. it still, however conveys the pain that they felt. in fact, when it comes to lyrics like ' late night calls and another text', this could be happy memories of letters sent between the two when they were still together. but then it says 'but you know that i'll always wait for you', so despite being apart and even somewhat seeing other people, they still hold an amount of love for the other. they could never truly let the other go

Moving Along - 5 Seconds of Summer

whilst y/n showed signs of having moved on (and actually being interested in joseph), it was clear that whatever adrian did with pansy was to streak a sense of jealousy through y/n, yet it was clear he was never truly into pansy, just needed a distraction from the pain. that he had unwillingly caused. adrian tried hard to get through to her, it was never his intentions to hurt her, but for the moment, it was clear that the issue was beyond repair. oh and y/n specifically said 'i know youll find someone else who you can love'.

Lie To Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

this can be set anytime adrian sees y/n with joseph, perhaps when they are together near the black lake or just outside of the gryffindor quidditch tent. seeing her happy after the downfall of the 'it' couple of hogwarts, it was clear that she had moved on (though it was otherwise). at this point, the supposedly new couple is moreso a rebound from the pain that was mistakenly thrown onto y/n

She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

a more happy song with a happier interpretation. often people find this song silly due to the lyrics. but personally, i find this song quite sweet. no matter what, she would always look perfect in his eyes. i relate this song specifically to the scene in which y/n gave birth to baby z, with fly away hairs, sweat dripping down her forehead and the softest smile as she held the first born pucey against her chest, adrian had never thought that she had looked more perfect then in that moment. the yule ball look was quaking.

Wherever You Are - 5 Seconds of Summer

and we are back to the breakup. though they were separated, in this case romantically and physically, though y/n was in a committed relationship that, though controlling, was respected, it meant that boundaries were created and thus the closeness between her and her friends severed more. so through this song, it insinuates no matter where she may be, near or far, though they may no longer be together, she will always be a lingering thought of adrian's.

Not In The Same Way - 5 Seconds of Summer

ooh a bit spicy. well this takes place during (i was gonna say the first) both trips to france, where, fun times in the sheets happen between miss y/l/n and mr pucey. suck on that joseph. obviously this does not fix what was lost, but they allow themselves to embrace each other as if it is to be their last. they still feel the same love that remains from their past relationship, however the pain of the 'affair' is what holds y/n back.

Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer

think this is pretty self explanatory, however, this is set closer to the breakup. obviously in this stage, adrian is still working hard to get his girl back (despite still being seen with pugface), however as time progresses, its not that he stops trying, but rather, that he believes she would be happier with someone else. so he lays off, seeing as his past efforts were rather futile.

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

now this relates moreso to his years before he met y/n. he was, to use emilias words, a man whore. obviously as he indulges in her and starts his first serious relationship, it is shown to his friends just how much y/n changed him. for the better. she had really tamed him

Disconnected - 5 Seconds of Summer

they were officially in love and in love with the idea of losing themselves in each other. they had truly found their safe place. their happy place. the soft and happy yet upbeat song perfectly defines the 'love' stage of y/n and adrian in my opinion. they were completely enamoured with every little thing the other did, and quite literally felt themselves disconnect from the world that surround them as they only needed each other.

Lover Of Mine - 5 Seconds of Summer

this is set just after the battle, when adrian finally gets his girl back. maybe even a little after. he finally reflects on the mistakes that his younger self made, how idiotic he was, and how he would only need y/n, for all that she would take of him. he would continue to better himself and vow to never make those mistakes again for he could not bare to lose her. she was it for him. and he was to make sure that she knew that.

Story Of Another Us - 5 Seconds of Summer

sad again. this is set during the breakup. maybe just after pansy has slapped adrian and y/n is officially with joseph. despite the upbeat tone and quick tempo, the lyrics hold a sombre mood and saddening message, yet so beautiful. every happy memory with y/n is like a movie. and adrian can only hope can he can start a new story with his love. though for the moment, it would have to be but a wish.

Ghost Of You - 5 Seconds of Summer

as they drift further apart, the memory of each other becomes like that of a ghost. the side that the other may have once occupied, the indent of what once was a familiar body begins to flatten out. the familiar music that may have echoed in the room, is now only danced to by a single person rather than a pair. and the company of a past lover is replaced with someone who could never be the other. 'that my feet don't dance like they did with you'.

Best Years - 5 Seconds of Summer

similar to my fic, this song is set just after the battle when our lovers reconcile. adrian promises that shes it for him (though we all knew that already), that he wouldn't make that mistake again, that there was no one else he'd rather, even if she didn't want him anymore. spoiler; she still wanted him.

If You Love Her - Forest Blakk

when adrian had come to terms with y/n and joseph being a thing (understanding that she had cut contact to respect her relationship), i pictured this song. i pictured adrian telling joseph to look after y/n and more importantly, her heart. to never hurt her. i pictured this thru an unsent letter where he then went on to rant abt the small yet simple things she loved, because to him that's when his love for her grew, watching her eyes glow as she did the things she loved. 'shes the best thing that you'll ever have. she'll love you if you love her'.

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

when i think of the moments where y/n and adrian sit together out by the black lake near their initial-carved tree, i think of this song. i think of the more intimate yet non-sexual moments, the ones of just pure love and admiration that they share between them. and i think of the desperate whispers shared as they lie in bed together, drowning everything else out

Till The End - Jessie Ware

this one is pretty self explanatory and similar to my own fic of the song. it is set around both the end of the war, their makeup and when they get married. it's a promise to be each other's 'other half', till the end of time

Can't Help Falling In Love - Kina Grannis

obviously this song is a classic love song by the king, elvis presley, however i chose this version as even tho the story is set in the 1980s-1990s, the softness of Kina's voice (and the fact that it was used during the wedding in Crazy, Rich Asian' just made sense to me), it just seemed right to incorporate it with the wedding between y/n and adrian

[aiixen]

Can we know a bit more about your our life mc??? I love all your art for the game! The way you draw Baxter is so pretty! :)

Thank you so much!!! The way Baxter makes me feel........ (delulu)

it took me forever to reply to this because I was planning to share finished but . . . unfinished art will do haha

His name is Orion Aruna (pic below it's his step 4 look), he is an aspiring artist/singer, he's always loved doing creative stuff and doing art was a big hobby of his until it became a partial job in Step 3 (freelancer), he would've liked to join an industry of making character designs/illustrations but he also had passion for music and it's the path he chooses at the end in Baxter's route.

He is bold, adventurous and caring, he's very energetic so more often than not he can be impulsive about things he wants to do, but even with his impulsive side he's still a reliable person towards Cove and his close friends. He likes living an adventurous life so it was very exciting (and love at first sight) when he first met Baxter...! Orion knew that Baxter said that their relationship was going to be only a "summer thing", but without even realizing it he ended up falling hard for him and got very heart broken by the end of it LOL

He likes summer nights and festivals, he finds thunderstorms rather calming and whenever he got the chance he always go stargazing (alone or with Cove, but he went with Baxter too, once.)

While he likes festivals he dislikes fireworks, not the visual of it but mostly the sounds (ironic since he likes thunders.), he also can't stand the scent of coffee so he got the habit to avoid staying too long in the living room in the mornings whenever his moms are having their coffee sessions. He can't stand coconut flavored things and has deep hatred for oranges (the fruit), that wasn't a thing until he started his part time job and had to deal daily with an awful orange juice machine, so he ended up hating anything oranges related.

He likes wearing any type of clothes and it's not afraid to wear stuff that stray with what society labels as masculine. Orion also loves pastel colors, so his wardrobe is mainly made of those.

Originally his fully name would've been Orion Aruna [Last Name], but I didn't feel like coming up with one so the game's one can be canon.

He's a transman so Orion is his chosen name, beside the fact that he likes stargazing, he chose this name because on the side of his waist he has three beauty marks that are placed excatly like the Orion's Belt formation of the constellation lol, he's using Aruna as his second name because it's close to his deadname but not close enough to make him feel uncomfortable, he simply liked the name.

I mainly have a Baxter/Orion playlist but this song fits him well if you want to give it a listen !

Attaching below his steps looks ! (although unfinished ; Step 3 was posted in the Rodrigo - Cove/Orion comic I drew.

[lenbryant]

The Orion Nebula Is Full of Impossible Enigmas That Come in Pairs (NYTimes)

In new, high-resolution imagery of the star-forming region, scientists spotted worlds that defied explanation, naming them Jupiter Mass Binary Objects.

An infrared composite image of the inner Orion Nebula and Trapezium Cluster captured by the James Webb Space Telescope.NASA, ESA, CSA/Mark McCaughrean & Sam Pearson

We have discovered a lot in this universe. Planets that orbit stars at right angles. Forbidden worlds that have cheated death. Space explosions that defy explanation.

Yet the cosmos continues to surprise us.

The latest spectacle, observed by the James Webb Space Telescope, is an agglomeration of nearly 150 free-floating objects amid the Orion Nebula, not far in mass from Jupiter. Dozens of these worlds are even orbiting each other. The scientists who discovered them have called them Jupiter Mass Binary Objects, or JuMBOs, and the reason for their appearance is a complete mystery.

The Orion Nebula is a region of star formation 1,350 light-years from Earth, located in the belt of the northern hemisphere constellation of Orion. It has long been studied by astronomers, but the scientists involved in the new Webb telescope study of the area, also released on Monday, say the new images are “by far” the best views yet.

Stars in our universe form when giant clouds of dust and gas gradually coalesce under gravity. Eventually, regions of a cloud become so dense that they squeeze atoms of hydrogen together and kick-start nuclear fusion, forming the core of a star. In less dense areas, a more diminutive version of fusion — deuterium fusion — can occur in smaller objects. These are called brown dwarfs, or sometimes “failed stars.”

JuMBOs appear to be a smaller class of gaseous object. While brown dwarfs can grow to about 13 times the mass of Jupiter, the new objects can get as small as about half the planet’s mass, with temperatures of more than 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit. They are separated by about 200 times the distance between the Earth and the Sun, orbiting each other on paths that take more than 20,000 years to complete.

Were they alone in space, they might be easier to explain. But their appearance in pairs, 42 of which are seen by the Webb telescope in the Orion Nebula, is baffling. According to existing scientific models, it should not be possible to form single objects so small directly from clouds of dust and gas, let alone in pairs, Dr. Pearson said. Even if they were ejected planets — violently kicked from young stars because of gravitational forces — it is similarly unclear why there would be so many couplets.

“It’s like kicking a cup of tea across a room and having all the tea land in the teacup,” Dr. Pearson said. “And then doing that 42 times.”

The discovery is “completely unexpected,” said Matthew Bate, a professor of theoretical astrophysics at the University of Exeter in England. Many stars, perhaps even all stars, including our sun, are born as pairs. But as binary objects decrease in mass, they become less common, as their weaker gravitational attraction makes them more easily torn apart. Yet the existence of JuMBOs “implies we may be missing something about how these very low mass objects form,” Dr. Bate said.

Dr. Pearson hopes to get to the bottom of the problem by using the Webb telescope to pick apart the light from the objects, revealing what their gaseous atmospheres are made of and perhaps how they formed. Currently, he said, he can only deduce evidence of methane and water on them.

Looking for JuMBOs in other star-forming regions could help, too.

“Orion is really massive and really dense,” Dr. Pearson said. “Do we find the same thing happens in a sparse region? That might give us a clue of what formation mechanism might be happening.”

Until that mystery is solved, humans can marvel at the Webb telescope’s valuable new vantage of the Orion Nebula.

“When I was a young student and we were just starting to use electronic sensors on telescopes, we often waited with great anticipation for each ‘YAMOO’ — Yet Another Map Of Orion — because of the remarkable and surprising details each new detector revealed,” said Heidi Hammel, a NASA interdisciplinary scientist for the telescope and vice president for science at the Association of Universities for Research in Astronomy.

The Webb telescope, she said, just “delivered spectacularly on its YAMOO.”

-This universe is more bizarre than we can imagine.

[palidan-sheep]

So far I’ve got one legacy run under my belt and a second on the way but with the scrapped featureds of having companions and possible romance options, I wanted through my two cents in on the latter of the two. Ignore any spelling mistakes, it’s 1am and if I do not get this out of my head I will not be able to sleep.

Sometimes I’m glad the game left a lot of personality out of the main characters while also leaving just enough to build upon it. Their speech and actions mainly.

Heads up- ✨Spoilers ahead✨ while I try and remain vague about some important stuff that happens in Sebastian’s and Poppy’s story’s, they still allude and if not give away what happened for the sake of making things make sense. Ready at your own will🫡

My first run was Hufflepuff with my Oc Evelyn Rogers.

Despite being fiercely loyal to those she had befriended and helped, the thought of romancing someone hadn’t occurred to her. She was too focused on her rather abrupt goal of taking down Ranrok and following the keepers footsteps to even entertain the idea of pursuing anything else. 

Despite the playful tongue and sometimes jealous remarks of her Slythieran friend, Sebastian Sallow, she hadn’t thought to form a deeper connection with him, not whilst the weight of the world weighed on her shoulders.

Sebastian could see this and while it hurt him, he knew he was no different. His own search for a cure for Anne often clouded his own ability to live and made him push asides the idea of doing anything else with his life.

At the end of the story, after spells had been cast and beings killed, the two were left feeling rather empty. Their drives of life, their reasons to fight and read and explore were gone.

It was difficult for Evelyn to look Sebastian in the eyes, she often felt like he should’ve been sent away for his crime but she couldn’t help but to think of all the blood on her own hands. The countless goblins and poachers who stood in her way, now nothing but meer ashes and lifeless corpses strewn across the ground.

She was just as guilt as he was.

And at the end of the day, they were the only ones who could ever understand what the other was going through. So perhaps not out of love but the sense of stability, the ability to feel something other then guilt, to have a shoulder to cry on, the two entwined their bloody hands and refused to look back.

Rather depressing, I know. Perhaps it’s not a health reason to get with someone but it’s realistic.

Our character is a 15/16 yo who was thrusted into this world of magic and murder and mayhem. They are alone in understanding what is at stake and those who possessed this power are from other time. So it’s realistic that my Mc would cling onto something who could show the slightest hint or knowing what they were going though.

Legacy has shown us that they aren’t afraid of telling tales with no happy ending for the record, and honestly? Good on them. It makes the game feel more realistic if you can’t save everyone and some things are just out of your reach.

But on my current play though. It’s an entirely different story!

Orian Gwynedd was a rather normal Slythieran. When the keepers thrusted upon him the fact that he was different, he was more powerful then others, it felt like something clicked in him. Whilst not totally power hungry, the thought of being possible the most powerful wizard in the world drove him to pursue the trials and their secrets and take down Ranrok so no one could threaten his power.

And up until Beast’s class, that’s all he cared about.

Then he met Poppy Sweeting.

While Poppy most definitely can her hold own in a fight, Orion felt an overbearing sense of care for the girl. Every waking moment he spent was now divided up between fighting against Ranrok and now worrying and wondering about Poppy.

He was never able to hide his feelings for her, always talking about her and expressing concern over her actions and whereabouts.

The day they busted the dragon fighting ring is a day he’ll never forget. When they stood before the dragon, when their eyes connected, when face with what felt like death, Poppy smiled. She smiled against the face of death and Orion just knew at that very moment, it was sealed.

Unfortunately, Poppy was none the more wiser to Orions infatuation with her. Often chalking up the various gifts and treats Orion gave her as gifts of friendship and mild affection, like a beast allowing their rescuers of harvest their fur or whiskers.

But as time passed, Poppy began to connect the pieces. And it was strange. At first she wanted to kindly let him down, to swayed him off of the idea of the two forming a deeper relationship, terrified that her lack of social skills and human connections would damage what he felt for her.

Thankfully, her adventures and traversing the valley helped her to articulate and work on her social skills and ability to make friends. Something that even Professor Weasley would note.

They two had built up so much trust between each other that it finally felt like the right time to explain one’s life story. How one was attempting to fix all their family’s wrong doings and another was fighting tooth and nail to, now, save the world rather then acquire power.

But despite this it still took some years before Poppy reciprocated the same feeling back to Orion. She had confided to him that while she wanted to get closer to him, she wanted to work on herself first. Orion promised to always be there for her and kept true to his word when she confessed to him, again.

A but more light hearted then the other pair but my first play though I put a lot more of myself into the game and took it very ‘seriously’. So I think some light hearted-ness is need.

Not to mention that when ya talk to Poppy after she runs off in Hogsmead, you’re character can sound so concern for her and Gah, it makes my heart ache. If anything bad happens to Poppy in the future I’ll riot. I mean it.

Can we seriously talk about the confrontation with that dragon at Horntail Hall?!?!? The lion, the witch, the audacity of that bitch to smile like that when that dragon was thinking about eating us?!?!?!? Idc what any of y’all say, she was smiling and honestly I love her for it. Like words cannot describe just how much I want to take her out and go recuse beats and show her the beats on my RoR.

Gah, I love Poppy Sweeting so much and want more content with her.

Anyways~ I plan to do the other two houses, even have characters lined up and ready to go for them but I’d rather do each run one at a time rather then have all 4 active at once. But I don’t think I’ll have much to say about them as the characters aren’t much interested in romance as they are with surviving. Perhaps I’ll reblog this when their runs come up but idk.

Perhaps my Ravenclaw character will have a love-hate relationship with a certain “I hate my family but I’ll use their name.”

Also yes, I’m well aware that both pairs are Hufflepuff and Slytherian. As I’ve said, I’m a Hufflepuff and Sebastian just happen to be my favorite character and when I went as a snaky boi, Poppy seemed to best fit Orion. That’s not to say I didn’t tease the idea of Orion and Sebastian being interested in each other. A jealous Sebastion is a nice bit of ✨spice✨too add into the story.

[sevlawless]

for the infamous ask game - beginnings, persona, quitting, change .. eyes emoji .. hero, tattoo, voice, lyrics, & seven ............ hehehehe - farahhauville

thank u for the ask bestie <3

infamous ask game

under the cut because i do not know how to shut the fuck up ever LMFAO

beginnings: when and how did they know they wanted to be a professional musician? was there a deciding factor?

arabella has wanted to be a musician in some shape or form since she started seeking out music and forming her own tastes. she believes that music is the one thing that can speak to anyone and everyone, and she's always wanted to create music that spoke to people. not to mention the fact that she really really wants to be super famous lol

persona: how does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

her stage persona is different from her regular personality in that when she goes on stage, she bares it all. she can be dramatic and all over the place because that's kind of expected yk? it's much easier for her to sing about her feelings than to try and talk about them in regular conversation LMFAO it's therapeutic to her in a way.

quitting: have they ever come close to quitting their professional music career? when? what brings them back?

the only time she has genuinely considered quitting the band was when seven left because she was in such a crisis over it - the songs she reheared/wrote felt hollow, trying to talk to her bandmates didn't help because they weren't seven- it was a very rough time for her LMFAO and during all this she was distancing herself from her friends and drinking more and partaking in drugs so ! during the height of her drug and alcohol induced manic state she got a dui 😭 which caused the rest of dead apple to sit her down and be like "girl .. u have to get your shit together" and she did. somewhat lol. she didn't fully decide on sticking with the band until orion reached out and wanted to manage them.

change: how has their personality changed since seven left the band? are those changes related to seven leaving?

arabella is a lot colder and closed off since seven left. she was closed off when seven was still in her life, but she felt like she could open up more often because she knew he would never judge her for anything. and she never thought he would leave LMFAO she's not cold or distant to the other members of dead apple, since they're her friends and she's known them for so long, but when it comes to new people she doesn't like to talk to them or engage because she's scared of trusting someone and getting hurt again 😭 poor bby

hero: what is their favourite thing about G? why is your mc such a big fan?

her favorite thing about G is the confidence they exude - in their music, in interviews, just how they act as a person. it's everything she strives to be as an artist. she's a big fan of G and misfit alley as a whole because their music just speaks to her. yk you have one artist/band where when they put anything out you're like omg i needed to hear this how did they know LMFAO and that's how she feels about misfit alley.

tattoo: did they keep the tattoo with seven’s initials? why/why not? what was that decision/execution process like? (bonus: what do they think of seven keeping their tattoo?)

arabella is too prideful? to get rid of it, and because she thinks covering a tat with another one is kinda tacky. she uses her tattoos as a way to tell a story, and despite how she feels about him, seven and that tattoo are a big part of her story.

seven keeping his tattoo just solidified her in keeping her's tbh! she's also like "u still want me SO BAD !!!!!!" LMFAOKSKSJDNDNDJ

voice: what does their singing voice sound like? do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?

it is a TOSS UP between holly minto from the crawlers, lia metcalfe from the mysterines, and fiona apple 😭 just a low raspy voice that can belt like nobody knows! i linked the songs that i think are the best examples of her voice :) linking two for the crawlers because i love that band and having to choose just one was hell KSKSNDBDKSK

lyrics: what are some songs you associate with your character? any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

oh boy 😭 LMFAO well arabella writes the majority of dead apple's discography and despite her not wanting to share her feelings she does it quite A LOT in music but if u asked her what any of these songs meant she'd probably cuss you out KSKSJDBDNDK

okay the first one - honeysuckle by pom pom squad

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all? // if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all? // if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

this is the song i used in my fic hehe :) but basically this is one of the many songs she wrote after breaking up with seven and his departure from the band. she doesn't know wtf to do because all she knows is seven and to suddenly not have him in her life anymore is a lot for her to come to terms with. she feels like she lost half of herself LMFAO

decode by paramore

how did we get here? // well, i used to know you so well // well, how did we get here? // well, i think i know

this is the song that they sing at their botb audition and is like . THEE song of dead apple it's the most popular for a reason! as much as she hates it a lot of her songs end up being about seven and this was the first concrete one and the one she showed to the band when she was finally okay to perform and rehearse with them again after everything that happened.

i can't drive by the crawlers - more specifically this version of the song

i turned the radio off, i'm in a car park // off the edge of the motorway i just got on // it's loud without noise, i think my head hates my guts // and my shoes made of iron so i can't get up // it's been seven months, but time's a killer // until i saw you with her, the months felt like filler // i'm not angry, i just really thought you cared // it's only when you're drunk, you give me time to spare, oh

'cause i can't even drive // i just needed something to romanticise // my desperate life, my desperate life

i have a very specific headcanon for this song lol :) basically arabella performs this song stripped down to just her and a piano on stage and it's been like . 7 (lol) months since everything happened and the first concert dead apple has had in a while since she got her dui and was spiraling. she didn't even want her band mates on stage when she performed because the song is so fucking personal to her 😭 and the "i can't drive" in this instance is because she got her license revoked which sucks because arabella loves to drive and she loved driving in the car with seven and not having either of those things anymore really hurt her.

but yeah she sings this and is obviously met with such praise by fans BUT ... this song never gets released as a studio version and is never performed again because while this song is therapeutic to her, it hurts her too bad to sing it more than once. it's definitely the band's most emotional and personal track.

seven: do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? what do you imagine some of their best memories are? what do you think some of seven’s favourite things about your mc were/are?

i mentioned them driving in the car together i feel like a lot of times when seven and arabella had nothing to do they would just drive around the city in her car and talk and talk and talk lmfao. they would workshop songs in her car too.

a headcanon that i have for them when they were still in school together was when seven would get bullied for whatever reason she would jump to his defense (she's still seven's #1 defender despite everything) and bite back at them and one time even went so far as to getting into a fight LMFAO she would have said it was worth it and still doesn't regret it.

some of their best memories are probably all the times they spent on the roof of seven's house just looking at the stars and talking about literally everything. arabella always loved the fact that she could tell seven all the things she couldn't say to anyone else because no one ever understood her the way he did.

i think some of seven's favorite things about arabella is that she is so determined with anything she sets her mind to - she learned how to play guitar, bass, and piano because she didn't want to be just the singer lol she wanted to be able to hold her own in the band and be taken seriously as an artist. he also really liked how fiercely loyal she was. if you have her in your corner, she's there for life. or so they both thought! 🙃

he also just really liked the simple things with her - the way she always knew just what to say to make him tear up from laughing, the way anytime they went anywhere together she turned it into an adventure, how she could sense what he was thinking with just a look thrown her way - i feel like they both just completely and totally miss having that level of closeness with someone where you don't even have to speak to know what they're thinking.

[boa-h]

Yo I’m here for a One Piece matchup, if that’s cool! (It’s kinda long but I’ve got a TL;DR at the end so no need to worry)

Sexuality/Gender Identity: he/him(transmasc), gay + aro/ace spec

Hobbies: Drawing, writing, singing, just the arts in general. I also enjoy naps, and baking.

General likes: space(Orion's Belt is my favourite constellation), High Fantasy, D&D, moths, earthy tones, cold weather, horror, complex music, frogs, plushies(gotta heal my inner child somehow)

General dislikes: hot/humid weather, sports, spicy food, alcohol, arguments, cockroaches, math, reading(I can't process it for some reason)

Personality: ISFP-T. I'm an extrovert who's terrible with navigating social situation bc I can't take cues. I'm very much a creative, often in my head creating worlds and scenarios to daydream about. I' can be kind of annoying, very rambly and a little childish when I get excited, but I've learned to find it funny. I'm the Loud Friend(tm), but while I love rambling about the things I like, I always need time to recharge and just not talk for a while.

My main love languages are Quality time, gifts, and acts of service(giving), and Quality time and words of affirmation(receiving). I'm a bit iffy on physical touch, but it's more that I really want it, but I'm really not used to it.

small notes: I sing chorally, but I hold my music very close to my heart. I'm not the quickest to trust, but I'm good at analysing people and their habits. Out of Soldier, Poet, and King, I sadly, am the king(lmk if you need me to explain that idk how niche it is). My favourite article of clothing I own is a green hoodie that had a frog head on the hood; you can zip it shut and you become the frog(it's so comfy)

TL;DR- transmasc+gay, fantasy nerd with ADHD who stumbles over words a lot and holds his art very close to his chest, but often forgets to take breaks, and is very determined to better himself as a person.

Hope this wasn't too long, have a wonderful day/night, and thank you so much!

Heyyy! Thanks for sending this in! I actually had to search about the Soldier, Poet, and King, and it was definitely an interesting thing to know! I’m also a king btw, it was a surprising result

also I’m sorry if I didn’t get the gender things correct, from what I know is that transmasc means female at birth but express in a masculine way, you said you identify as he/him and is gay, so I assumed you wanted a male partner, so sorry if I didn’t get this right, I can totally redo it for you if you’d like

I match you with… Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji is such a gentle and tender being it’s just so hard to not fall in love with him!

Don’t ever worry about being awkward situations because of the cues you didn’t take, Mr. Prince is always here for the rescue. Also, who says you’re annoying? Sanji loves it when you ramble about the things that you’re excited about, he won’t forgive anyone who speaks rude about it.

Receiving words of affirmation is definitely a daily thing with him.

Although, he’s not really fond of your green hoodie as it reminds him of a certain someone… But trust me, he loves you dearly.

[kiatheinsomniac]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄! @cupophrogs

Hi, I'm here for the Valentines event! Fandoms: Resident Evil, Assassin's Creed Sexuality/Gender Identity: he/him(transmasc), gay + aro/ace spec Hobbies: Drawing, writing, singing, just the arts in general. I also enjoy naps, and baking. General likes: space(Orion's Belt is my favourite constellation), High Fantasy, D&D, moths, earthy tones, cold weather, horror, complex music, frogs, plushies(gotta heal my inner child somehow) General dislikes: hot/humid weather, sports, spicy food, alcohol, arguments, cockroaches, math, reading(I can't process it for some reason) Personality: ISFP-T. I'm an extrovert who's terrible with navigating social situation bc I can't take cues. I'm very much a creative, often in my head creating worlds and scenarios to daydream about. I' can be kind of annoying, very rambly and a little childish when I get excited, but I've learned to find it funny. I'm the Loud Friend(tm), but while I love rambling about the things I like, I always need time to recharge and just not talk for a while. My main love languages are Quality time, gifts, and acts of service(giving), and Quality time and words of affirmation(receiving). I'm a bit iffy on physical touch, but it's more that I really want it, but I'm really not used to it. small notes: I sing chorally, but I hold my music very close to my heart. I'm not the quickest to trust, but I'm good at analysing people and their habits. Out of Soldier, Poet, and King, I sadly, am the king(lmk if you need me to explain that idk how niche it is). My favourite article of clothing I own is a green hoodie that had a frog head on the hood; you can zip it shut and you become the frog(it's so comfy) TL;DR- transmasc+gay, fantasy nerd with ADHD who stumbles over words a lot and holds his art very close to his chest, but often forgets to take breaks, and is very determined to better himself as a person. Hope this wasn't too long, have a wonderful day/night, and thank you so much!

ੈ♡˳ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Heisenberg likes how loud and rambly you are! It gets really quiet and lonely in the factory and you're the perfect company! He likes talking while he's working so he can crouched down welding with a mask on while he's smiling and listening to you talk. He's a brilliant multi-tasker so he just adores being able to hear you talk about any wand all of your interests while he's working.

♡ You can't tell me that a man like Heisenberg isn't secretly a huge nerd so he's into lots of the same interests as you and you can both bond over them 100%. Has made a soldat based off some of your art before.

♡ He quite likes when you can be childish! You brighten up the place and he finds that you bring out the inner child in him a bit too! He's got a little corner in the factory that's all furnished to your tastes and made comfy for when you need some time to recharge. He might just drop by during this time and have a nap so he can be with you without bothering you. Guess he's recharging too! He feels so at ease with you that he'd love to get closer to you and so he takes the upcoming Valentine's Day as the opportunity to shoot his shot!

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ Heisenberg takes you for a stroll around the outskirts of the village. He's been here a while so he knows the most scenic places but, more importantly, he knows about that one pond that has a particularly large amount of frogs every year.

♡ His half-mechanical heart swells at the sight of you so excited about all the frogs. He knows how much you like them and so he makes sure you spend as much time as you want together.

♡ When you get back to the factory, he's set up a big projector to play some of your favourite horror films and he's made the place all comfy so the two of you sit and have fun and (if you're comfy with it) he's love to cuddle up with you too!

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