#outspace

[curiositasmundi]

Attraversando la ricchezza di dati dalla missione Gaia dell’ESA, gli scienziati hanno scoperto un “gigante addormentato”. Un grande buco nero, con una massa di quasi 33 volte la massa del Sole, si nascondeva nella costellazione dell’Aquila, a meno di 2000 anni luce dalla Terra. Questa è la prima volta un buco nero di origine stellare che questo grande è stato avvistato all'interno della Via Lattea. Finora, buchi neri di questo tipo sono stati osservati solo in galassie molto distanti. La scoperta sfida la nostra comprensione di come le stelle massicce si sviluppano e si evolvono.

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[ringo0918]

Holloween

🎃👻👾

[busterjustis]

Very cool and unique vintage Lunar Lander from Mattel Hot Wheels Attack Pack collection in collaboration with McDonalds. 1994. Very collectible. What a strange spaceship!

[stochastique-blog]

Love is all

Today’s designs ✨ #swk #outspace #skateboard #designs #art #scotpilgrim

[artcallednaturalviews]

I added to comments

America made from aggrieved positions

Tariff Boston Tea

America made to war after

Add Civil War injustice or justices

Gather after industrial to slave done again welcome depression add WW1 add Ww2 and those others

Fought in thirds of Civil Rights

And after ponds of rice grains in sands and abroad to terrorism. And after Covid.

A Trump For(e)th World!

[cirrem]

I played some guilty gear tonight and its fun i should play it more

[arianzero]

Day 4- Stars/outspace

how ya feeling fellas?

This is my 4th day, I love the stars and I was not going to miss the opportunity to draw a starry night, but well, this is originally a comic, but it is not completed, and I prefer to finish it than upload an ugly sketch, so later you will have it complete, by the way I leave you with a doodle of the comic where our beautiful boy appears radiating with his smile and a motorcycle! I'm learning to make vehicles!

(I love Okuyasu, I wish it had more impact in the anime)

This will be all for the moment, I'm out of my house now, and I might have to do the rest in traditional, it's not gonna be perfect, but to not be so far behind, I'll do day 3 too, I was a fool to forget, but better late than never

anyws thanks for the support, I really appreciate it❤️

and don't forget to have a good night ⭐️⭐️

[caelanglang]

i was scrolling through some of your skk stuff, and i noticed one sketch about an au with Dazai being an intern at NASA and Chuuya being an astronaut that was presumed dead in outspace, and i was wondering if i could write something about it? the idea is really adorable

Hello! thank you so much for this message! I got the sketch idea from this twt post :3 Ray has really amazing ideas :3 I feel like it would be more appropriate to ask Ray about this instead of me but you're all good to me if you want my blessing <3

Here's the thread if you can't open Twitter:

I personally am not in contact with Ray but one of my close moots are! If you'd like me to ask in your stead let me know :3

[bardic-tales]

White Feathers - FWC / FF 7 Alternate AU Story

Summary: In the abandoned Shinra Mansion, Sephiroth encounters a celestial being whose arrival disrupts his grim pursuit of truth, binding their fates together in an inevitable, doomed connection that will change everything.

Pairing: Sephiroth x Bianca (f!OC)

Other Characters: Angeal, Zack, Hojo, Jenova

Possible Trigger Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, canon violence, death, dissociation, emotional turmoil, injury, manipulation, trauma, violence, wounds, and destruction.

The Shinra Mansion — Underground Laboratory / Library, Nibelheim.

The soft hum of the machinery surrounding him had long since become a part of the air, a low frequency drone vibrating through his bones as he flipped another page. He moved with mechanical grace, unreadable cyan eyes scanning words he had already memorized.

Countless documents, fragmented files, decaying pages with ink blurred by time and mold. Each a nail driven deeper into the coffin of his past. This library was more tomb than archive now, but, perhaps, it always had been.

His gloves were still stained from the climb down Mt. Nibel. The stench of mako and earth clung to his coat, but he couldn’t bring himself to remove it. The silver of his hair shifted under the green neon light: always glowing.

Jenova. Not a specimen. An Cetra. He was her son.

No, not merely a “son.” The word had stopped making sense hours ago. Perhaps time itself had lost meaning somewhere between page seventy and the moment his reflection in the glass began to look like a stranger. A stranger with his face. With her slitted eyes.

"Professor Gast, why didn't you tell me?" Sephiroth asked to the old ghosts in the room.

He stood and approached the rusted tank in the corner. The steel was old, the glass filthy, but still he stared. The eerie fluid pulsed in shades unnatural to this world, casting light over the black leather stretched across his chest.

There was no mirror here, and yet he saw himself. Over and over again.

A single white feather floated down. It landed on a tome near his elbow, delicate, unburned by the unnatural heat of the laboratory. Sephiroth froze. Angeal?

He remembered the call. Zack's voice, sharp and disoriented, that day in Modeoheim. “Angeal's dead, sir.”

Sephiroth had barely blinked. He remembered saying nothing at first, only listening. Zack had kept talking: about honor, about monsters, and about a blade thrust through friendship.

“Understood,” Sephiroth had said and ended the call. He hadn't spoken Angeal’s name since.

But now, a year later, that name hovered like frost in his lungs. The silence here was so complete it almost screamed and was cracked by something sudden. Something impossible.

Another followed. Then another. Soft and pale feathers glowed golden faintly and drifted from the air above the study. No. Not Angeal's.

He looked up. There should have been stone: dust and darkness. Instead, there was light if it could be called that. The ceiling shimmered, warping like oil on water. An ancient, cosmic portal bled open above the research station. Its edges were rimmed in outspace. Stars and nebula spun in a void that was not sky.

Then came the sword. It dropped blade-first into the study, burying itself several inches into the ground with a resonant metallic thud. The tachi’s black sheath still trembled from impact, etched with symbols he did not recognize. It pulsed as if alive, as its hilt whispered malice.

He reached for Masamune instinctively: not out of fear but habit.

And then, she fell. Not descended or floated but fell straight from the open void.

He caught her in his arms on instinct, staggering as the weight of her wings collapsed them both to the floor. They fell backward, books and files spiraling like leaves around them, as her white and black feathers mixing with documents that named him "subject S."

He grunted as her body hit his chest: soft, warm, and terribly alive. Her wings fanned out, enveloping them both. White and black feathers with gold streaks pinned him in a cocoon with a hot, strange celestial energy. Her face was turned to his neck. He could feel her breath: shallow.

She was injured. Sephiroth could feel the blood, damp on her side. He could also feel something else. Not from her body. From his mind. From his soul. Pain that wasn’t his. Her pain.

It slammed into him as if he’d been struck by a summoned god.

No, he thought, Not again.

He bit the end of his left glove, slowly pulled it off with his teeth, and pressed two fingers to her throat: a pulse. It was weak, but steady.

He shifted, rolling to his side despite the ache, and stood up. He walked straight ahead, and laid her gently atop the wide metal table in the center of the room where he’d been working. The wing closest to him brushed his shoulder as it retracted slowly. Her feathers bent over the edges of the table and dragged on the floor.

Golden hair spilled around her like light from a dying star. Her skin bore faint lines of past battles. Her eyes remained closed. But her presence? It disrupts everything.

He had healed hundreds of men in the field, but never like this. He focused, raised a hand, and cast a low, steady pulse of magic. Her wound began to close. The magic surged and shimmered unnaturally as it wrapped around her body, reacting strangely to the trace elements in her blood.

She did not awaken, but she breathed easier. He sat beside the table, elbows resting on his knees, Masamune still in his grip like a lifeline. He could not tear his eyes away. He should call for containment. He should call Hojo in Midgar, but he didn’t move.

Her sword was still lodged in the floor, humming. The portal had closed above, sealing the ceiling once again in cold, indifferent stone. As if she had never come. As if the world hadn't just shifted under his feet.

She is not a Cetra, Sephiroth thought. He knew that much. She was not like them at all.

He could feel her. Not just her pain. Her dreams. Her heartbeat. Her regret. He rose to his feet sharply, backing away from the table. His mind was ironclad. His will a monolith.

So why? Why is there a red thread tied around my wrist? He looked down.

He touched his wrist, and he felt hers respond. It was an invisible tether: ancient and unforgiving. He stared at her hand, lying open beside her head. So small. So human. But her wings were not human. When Her eyes opened, they would not be human, too.

Seven days from now, the world will burn. Sephiroth knew this. He had seen it. And somehow, somehow, she was always there. She had different moments but the same name: Bianca. She always slipped through cracks in fate to land here: in his hands and in his ruin.

Tonight, she slept. Tomorrow, she will wake and change everything. But not yet. Not while she is so quiet. So warm.

He sat again, this time with his back to the wall. One leg bent at the knee, the other leg straight. Masamune laid flat beside him to his left. He kept watch as the hours bled through the silence and her steady breathing. Sephiroth never took his eyes off her.

Not until the sixth night, when the thread between them pulsed bright red and she reached for him with eyes open and full of terrible longing. They made love like dying gods. After, when she had finally collapsed in sleep against the couch, he dressed in silence, placed her sword and ribbon beside her, and locked the door behind him and barricaded it with bookshelves moved with his sheer strength.

She would escape. She always did, and that would be her ruin, as it always was. As it always would be.

The red thread burned. And up in the reactor on the mountain, Jenova waited.

@themaradwrites @shepardstales @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon @projecthypocrisy @serenofroses

[bielbunny]

Who do you main in fighting games like GGS?

the short answer is that in Strive? we play Ky.

the long answer is that Biel likes locking down with plus frames and strong strike throw offense to overwhelm opponents.

meanwhile, i would not mind outspacing and catching an opponent's movement with safe option coverage until i win.

we meet halfway in the middle and end up playing strong all rounders with good space control and reliable pressure.

- 🌑

[stochastique-blog]

Im Human

Friday, 5:00pm

how2bebad

[pansexualkiba]

Midoriya watched as Hatsume put in the disc. "Watch, watch!" Hatsume urged Midoriya, "We of Hatsume Industries are very proud of this promotional video we've created! And by we I mean I!"

Midoriya sat down. "Er, Hatsume-"

"Shh! It's starting!"

A villain has brought together multiples of the same universe, causing dimensional collapse! Gather! Those who oppose the ultimate evil!

Midoriya jolted as two versions of himself flew onscreen, but with differences - for one, one of them was clearly him as a catboy, languidly sprawled on his stomach. The other looked like Midoriya, but he seemed to have melted in half, his flesh reforming into hands, eyes, and insect wings. As it began to show footage of them fighting (apparently it was a fighting game?) with rapid combos and mind-breaking shapeshifting, they began to speak.

"Don't treat me like some ordinary cat, nya~n…" "Your fate has been sealed, son of man…"

Midoriya wanted to ask who came up with the dialogue and when they recorded him saying that, but he was cut off by the next two, who were, to his embarrassment, him in an oddly short-cut seifuku (who fought with a large scissor-blade and flashy attacks) and him in a tight black outfit (who seemed to focus on air combos and getting even more naked, to his mortification).

"Seems appropriate; I am utterly incomprehensible!" "I feel like a fucking celebrity tonight!"

The next two had Midoriya blink. One was him holding a broadsword, as if in prayer, and wearing leathers and dyed wools. He fought by channeling some sort of spirit through his sword and outspacing with the length of the blade. The other looked like him, but wearing a three-piece suit and grinning sadistically. He fought with hidden blades and- and were parts of him robotic?

"I will fight for my family… My village… My kingdom!" "As your number-one fan, hero, please… Die for me."

Up next were two people who looked vaguely like Midoriya, but with totally different hair and eye colors. One had red hair and eyes, and was loosely holding several knives by their blades; the other had white hair and red eyes, and looked to be on the verge of tears. The red one seemed to focus mainly on pinning down his opponents with his knives, while the white one was, strangely enough, an incredibly sad (and strangely powerful) drunkard (and WHO was giving a sixteen-year-old full bottles of sake?!).

"…Do I know you?" "I-I'm sorry… For being -hic- born…"

Next, there came a girl who looked like what Midoriya imagined how he would look as a girl, and him in a pristine white-and-green soldier's uniform that looked more like a costume than anything. The girl version of him seemed to fight extremely similarly to how Midoriya did, so perhaps she was his clone character? The idol one felt like he wasn't meant to be an actual character, though, since his damage output was so weak.

"I'm Homura! I'm the hero who never gives up!" "Everyone, keep your eyes one me~!"

After them was a version of Midoriya who was holding onto a red hardback journal, with slime and some sort of light spilling from the pages. He fought by summoning strange creatures from the tome and slow-moving fireballs. Next to him was a Midoriya grinning confidently as he brandished a small playing card lined with purple. He fought by standing back and controlling a giant gemstone-studded knight.

"The Dragon Stream… Is it just not flowing right here?" "I'm pinning my hopes on you! Master Diamond!"

Lastly, there came three versions of Midoriya - at least, he assumed they were all him, as one of them was a literal sheep with wool his hair color that fought by headbutting and summoning more sheep. The other two were him in a trendy-looking school uniform with a black-and-white tie and a red-plaid skirt, and him in flowing silk robes and floating ornamentation. To his shock, the one in the uniform fought chaotically while cackling maniacally, and the one that flowed freely fought with orderly strikes of light.

"Despair…! Despair until the end of your days!" "It was not fate that brought us together; Hope rends all fates asunder, to something even the gods cannot predict…"

Finally, there was a shot of Midoriya himself grimly closing his eyes and clutching his fist, before his eyes snapped open, glaring with determination into the camera. It then cut to a final shot of Midoriya winding up a right hook as all the previous versions of Midoriya fanned behind him in varying fighting poses, some more effective and threatening than others.

"Into the Dekuverse" coming to you 21XX, brought to you by Hatsume Industries.

"What'd you think?!" Hatsume demanded as she paused the disc.

"Well," Midoriya gathered his thoughts, "What?"

[rins-batcave]

FIND ME ON MIAMI CONCRETE

LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY DIFFERENT CAUSE MY DADDY WAS A PIMP

MU MAMA HAD HER ISSUES BUT I MISS HER ANYWAY

OH BABYDOLL

PLEASE DONT CALL ME FOR THE WRONG REASONS

WE BOTH KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IM THINKIN

WEEKS PASS AND I NEVER GROW TIRED

CAUSE I NEVER SAID NEVER AND I BARELY EVER LIE

IM ON THE ROAD TO AN ORIGINAL PLACE IN OUTSPACE

I DIDNT MAKE IT UP BUT YOU CANT FIND IT ON A PHONE OR A GLOB

AND I CAN TAKE YOU WITH ME IF YOU REALLY WANNA HO

OH BABY DOLL I CANT MOVE ON

[intusui]

Question about intusdisabled: would it apply to headmates that are able-bodied but living in a disabled outspace body, or is it mainly intended for headmates with disabilities that differ from the outspace body? Pretty much our whole system is abled in headspaceb despite our vessel being disabled, and it actually causes us a fair bit of physical and emotional problems, so I wanted to ask.

- Jack

theoretically, yes!

i plan to make both of most things (so eventually ill make intusabled), just in case anyone prefers one over the other!

[funnierasafictive]

The other version of the last post you reblogged that I couldn't help but think of:

"They(multiple of the SAME PERSON(could be variations/alternative universes or fanfiction versions)) want me sooo badd"

-🍯(me as someone with multiple Philza sources with my multiple Kristin, Techno and Missa qpps who are and aren't canonmates this is a very real experience./lh/info)

Haha, we have kind fo experienced this to some degree, but in a different way. Poor Sal has had a number of suitors he had to turn down outspace.

[pandagirl45]

Tony and Bucky: *staring at an angel like creature staring at them both*

creature: are you not afraid of me?

Tony: *points to Loki, Deadpool, and Venom* those three

Bucky: *points to Hulk, T'Challa, and Ares* Those three

Bucky and Tony: *points to HYDRA, AIM, The Serpents, The Sinister 6, and every outspace creature that somehow has beef with earth*

Bucky and Tony: No, we are not afraid of you