#oc: interstellar

[interstellarchaosss]

Systember Day 1: Together!

We figured the best way to do this prompt was to draw some things that represent all of us, together! Featuring our furry singletsona (Interstellar), our pokesona (Meteor), and our collective crow kintype!

Please do not use our art without our permission. Feel free to ask to use for icons and similar things, but we have the right to say no.

Program: Firealpaca Approx. Time: 2h Original Date: 02.09.24 Commission/Trade/Collab status in bio/pinned! Art Of:

Interstellar [OC]

Meteor [OC]

(System Member Artist: Fin)

[onebadnoodle]

RUF 🪐 commission for @asapaints

[ffsg0jo]

hey, for the event (star) can i request megumi holding hands with gender neutral reader? thanks!

celestial orbit event !

megumi's hand had been lightly brushing yours the whole way home. at first, you thought it was an accident, taking it as a sign to slightly move away from him. but then megumi edged closer to you, and once more, the back of his hand brushed yours.

you had only recently made things official with your boyfriend and were still new to being physically affectionate. other couples might've moved much quicker, but the two of you were taking things slow at a more comfortable pace.

megumi's mind was reeling at the prospect of holding your hand. he itched to feel your skin against his. his hand would slowly move closer and closer to yours, hoping you'd catch onto what he was doing. but then move away out of fear.

every so often, he'd discreetly wipe his sweaty palm on his trousers, trying to build up the confidence to try again.

you couldn't help but wonder how his hand would feel in yours, noticing the way his would edge towards yours and then back away. megumi did have really nice hands. lithe and slightly veiny.

would they be soft? would they feel bony? you were pretty sure his hands were massive compared to yours as well. you let out a sigh, your fingers itching closer to his, but then you stopped. what if megumi wasn't comfortable with holding your hand just yet?

"megumi," you said softly, head turning to face him. "can i hold your hand?"

megumi abruptly stopped walking. his face turning slightly pink. you panicked, thinking you said something wrong. were you too forward? did he not want to hold your hand?

before you could even open your mouth to retract your words, megumi gently grasped onto your hand. he tugged you closer towards him, almost holding you against his side.

megumi says nothing and continues walking with your hand in his, as though it's as natural as breathing. occasionally, you both slightly squeeze each other's hands, small smiles on your faces.

he didn't let go, not even when you had to unlock your door. now that he had felt your hand in his, he felt empty and bare without yours.

and when it was time for you to step inside your house, his fingers still clung to yours, reluctant to be parted from you.

(you were right, though. his hands were soft, albeit a little clammy.)

a/n : thank you so much for requesting nonny <33 i hope you liked it, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night too 💖

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[sameold-world]

for good

[pastasilly]

grieving over the cancelled treasure series so badly im starting to make my own episodes

[dalia1784-art]

First part of a little something I’m putting together.

Still haven’t given up on Interstellar Detectives, I’m just trying to brew.

[jastard]

Working on these guys again

[pandorancowboy]

Conversations lil practise animation fr @zdogsbinder 's ARVO & my Teague!

[fluffyplushiez]

Batch 5 of Toyhouse Icons

[toonagi]

another sketch page because i like making them lol. unagi time

[interstellarchaosss]

Our little dragon singletsona.

Please do not use our art without our permission. Feel free to ask to use for icons and similar things, but we have the right to say no.

Medium: Acrylic Paints Approx. Time: 50m Original Date: 15.08.24 Commission/Trade/Collab status in bio/pinned! Art Of: Interstellar [OC] (System Member Artist: Cinnabar)

[charrfie]

Been working on a school project for a few weeks now based around an alien fast food restaurant. I've been developing it quite a lot and hope to share more about it soon!

[marilynsweet]

Patient 668: Cameron

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Surrendered to Talonfell’s Home at a young age, Cameron has been a long time resident of the intensive care unit. Her delusions blur the line between fiction and reality, which often consist of sea life and fish.

During her stay she made friends with one Edward Rothschild, and it was noted the two often “mellowed out” in each other’s presence. However, her condition quickly deteriorated after Rothschild was released, and for several years she was in an almost idle stupor - alone and lost to reality.

However, recently she was broken out of Talonfell’s Home, and a large bounty (courtesy of the Carvela family) has been placed on her head for her safe return to the Home.

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Apparently I never posted Cameron??

[shanesolophy]

Interstellar Foundation of Core Technologies and Sciences

Dr. Carl Fleet

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Chapter 2 - The Cure

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During the time I was still a student in the School of Science, I mostly spent my time in my laboratory, somewhere far from the other scientists, but somewhere close to my own place of ‘comfort’. Of course, it wasn’t that bad. I had Comrade by my side, my lab assistant. Or as others would say, a brown rat. Unlike the other scientists, I socially distanced myself from the majority of them as I had no relations with them other than projects that required collaboration.

No, I never did experiments on Comrade, unlike how the other biologists in the School of Science experimented plentiful with the other rats. If I really needed a test subject, I would take an albino rat or two, but only if I knew my substance wouldn’t kill the rats as I was careful with my resources and would take them if they were really needed. I cared more about the rats than I did the scientists, which says something. But after all, rats didn’t do all the things the scientists did to me.

Around this time, the albino test rats were in high demand. Over a period of weeks, it was rumoured that an epidemic had broken out within the School of Science, only confined within the school. Sooner or later, many of the sectors were affected — sectors such as the physics and chemistry, the engineering, and the majority of the science sectors. Luckily enough, the biology sector remained in the very left of the school, in the First Wing, which remained unaffected. The fact it was some sort of airborne disease didn’t give us much time, nor was the school a safe environment for any of the scientists.

The remaining sectors — the biology sector and the genetics sector, were all the school could depend on. Being in the biology sector gave us biologists a lot of pressure, as lives were on the line. After all, we specialised in DNA and the knowledge of genes and organisms. Our leading scientist Dr. Mistletoe had reached out to the genetics sector and formed a consensus; to create a cure and/or vaccine for the disease. Despite the oppression of the whole school at risk, Dr. Mistletoe remained calm and focused on our goal — to create a cure for the new airborne illness.

This meant all of the scientists were put to work.

Intensive work.

No one stopped until progress was found, or until new information was discovered on the disease.

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“ Dr. Fleet, I know this will be quite much on your shoulders, but the whole of the biology sector is looking upon you. Although it’s a lot of pressure, we are all looking upon you for a cure. Many of the students have already.. passed, and many of the other students are searching for hope. I see that hope in you. “

“ Does this mean I’m expected to find a cure? “

“ Not entirely.. though we all need to come together to find one. Everyone agrees you are the brightest scientist in this sector, and we all agree you can find a cure with all of our research combined. “

“ .. I won’t let you down, Dr. Mistletoe! “

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After careful consideration with the whole biology sector, I was given the role of the leading scientist of the entire project. The biology sector relied on me to find a cure. It felt as if everyones’ lives were at stake, and that it was all in my hands. I guess it was factually true, but it sounds more exaggerated when you put it that way. Despite the weight on my shoulders, the success of this would’ve meant something worthwhile in the long run for myself and the School of Science.

Dr. Mistletoe had rooted for me during our research for a cure, assisting me in my research and experiments. Eventually after a few days, her appearance became less and less, due to the fact she had told me about “ other arising issues. “ She left me to continue with the other remaining biologists and geneticists, wishing me the best without her ‘temporarily’.

Unlike many other projects I had completed, this one took a toll on me. Perhaps the fact that I knew people were dying every couple of days made it more anxiety-inducing. Every scientist in the biology sector had worked together, collaboratively collecting notes from each other, while different vaccines were created and tested. As the leading biologist, many of the other biologists had reported back to me progress of the cure, finding something new every now and then.

But our progress was slow, and it wasn’t enough. Not when there were lives at stake.

On most nights I would work by myself inside my own laboratory, reading over Dr. Mistletoe’s notes and my own, along with the contributions of data from the other biologists and geneticists. I was always accompanied by Comrade, who would keep me company at night when no other scientist was awake. Dr. Mistletoe would always encourage me not to over-work myself, though at this point it was either a life or death situation.

Many of the students relied on me, and I couldn’t let them down, especially that now most of them are probably dead.

When the sun rose after one night, a scientist had entered my laboratory, asking if I was awake the whole night. He wasn’t someone I recognised, though he looked almost like a teacher because of his age. Though at the same time, he looked like a student much older than me. He wore glasses, but I wasn’t familiar with anyone who wore glasses.

He stated he was a scientist who came from the genetics sector, and was assigned with the role of checking up on my welfare during the epidemic.

He briefly told me he was a botanist, but placed his projects aside to aid in the current one as the role of a geneticist. I thanked him for his effort, and he left the lab after completing his welfare check. I felt much better knowing someone else had thought of checking up on me, even if they were assigned to do so.

But sadly enough, I never got his name.

Hours after his appearance, I continued with what I was doing while Comrade watched me work.

And many hours after my hard work, I had experimented on one of my final infected albino rats, who was almost on the brink of death as the disease took over its body. Results showed that the airborne disease had vanished after my injection as the rat’s vitals were as healthy as Comrade’s, meaning it had worked.

My vaccine worked.

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[bmpmp3]

a couple fashion dreamer npcs i like, interstellar isaac and big shot minnie!!

[dalia1784-art]

Next up on my custom Lorcana card set, we finally caught up to Mimi. Funny story Penumbra was a last minute addition, I had no idea what to add to the background and then it hit me.

Also Mimi has a knack for disguising her gadgets as mundane objects.