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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch11 Fixing One Problem At A Time P3

(Disclaimer: The moss part I do NOT know is true, if you want to look it up go right ahead. Im just using it as logic on their fake planet and for the story.)

She felt sick.

The stretching fast feeling of teleporting was something she swore she never wanted to after that last incident of her zooming off into space with a tight sickly feeling, that left her crashlanding into a child's bedroom for a couple hours. But here she was again, only this time she was traveling through space in a different light. The blue-white light faded away into sparkles and allowed her to see she was laying down face up towards the endless blackness of space, but as the sparkles of light faded off she could only gasp and stare off into the quiet silence of the black.

Was this it?....Did she die and what happened before was all just a dream? Was she being taken to where ever beautiful place spirits went?

No. Couldn't have been. She was slowly falling backwards, strands of red hair slowly waving past her face as if she was underwater and slowly sinking down ever so slowly. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of thousands of stars twinkling and blinking at her good bye as she continued her decent, reflecting in her eyes as if they were the sea on a starry night. Two shooting stars stars shoot above her caught her attention when she blinked and her head followed them as they distended over her and forward. Following them Poppy's body turned along with her movements and she gasped. The-....The world! Her world! It was right there! Big, bold and wonderful! The round planet seemed to have an aura of it's own and glowed perfectly. The perfect gentle blue of the sea, the bright tan yellows of the desert. Many islands. The highest mountains surrounded by pure white clouds even looked as if she could reach out and grasp it almost. Did she sure she wasn't dead? Something whooshed over head and she looked up again to sparkling light. The two comets or shooting stars where still in front of her but much farther up ahead as they descended to the subcon planet. They were headed right for a giant strange dark, purple spot along one of the coasts as she could see, and even if they weren't on the same path, she could see from where she was slowly falling that she was headed right to that strange purple area too. It looked and gave her a different feeling compared to the rest of the planet. It looked....almost sad. Why? Well she was about to find out as she continued to free fall slowly but steadily down towards the world. She breifly wondered where her kingdom was and what happened to it for all this time but those thoughts were short lived when suddenly a giant gust of air blasted her in the face and on instinct shut her eyes and held her arms in front of her head to sheild her. She had just broken through the atmosphere of the plant and now free falling faster through the sky. Faced down towards the ground but after a moment she dared to reopen them. What came outta her was a sudden gasp of shock as panic and fear once again pulsed through her veins. She wasn't just in the wide open endless space anymore, she was falling through the sky pretty fast with white fluffy clouds whizzing by her now very fast form and she could barely open her eyes with all the wind blasting her right now. Her braid and hair whipping around wildly ultimately coming undone and becoming a red streak behind her. Making her look like a falling streak of a comment ready to strike the planet. She was taking deep breath and tumbling head over heels, her world turning that that time she tumbled down the hill as a kid. Only it went Sky n clouds then Purple land. Sky n clouds. Purple land. SKY N CLOUDS!! PURPLE LAND!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! By this rate she would meet her doom when she hit the ground!! She slammed her eyes shut as she saw what looked like the ground and her body crashlanded into something hard making pain explode into the side of her body she slammed into what felt like wood!! WOOD definately!! Poppy knew that plant feeling anywhere. She yelled and cried out as her body slammed and tumbled into branches and other vegitation stranded on the vines. Just when she was SURE she would be made into a human pancake- SHE STOPPED!! The feeling of rope wrapped around her made her uneasy as she just kept her eyes slammed shut, shook, and breathed heavily.

Over head crows cawed and flew away sensing something bigger than her and the giant spider who might've attacked her for food immediately decided to climb up higher in the trees away from her and try to hide within the branches. With her eyes shut she didn't see the giant shadow rush past her on his way home, nor did he notice her hung above stranded by vines. She continued to breath heavily until with the confidence she was blessed with by her father, she opened one eye..... and seeing herself hung maybe three feet above the very edge of a dirty pond, she opened the other. Still breathing heavily, she blinked at the ground before wipping her head up and around. Purple. Around herself was lots of purple, dead trees, and when she looked behind her she saw what would would be called a bog. The only problem was there was enough fog surrounding her to make it where she couldn't see more than maybe ten feet away from her current position. Her body like suspected, was held up by vines most likely from the trees she crash landed into. Leaves and sticks stuck into her now long waist length hair. Her mind worried about not being able to see where exactly this bog began or ended, but after a moment she sighed. Heart beat going down. Glad she was still alive at least- SNAP!! She yelped and a moment later a loud splash echoed out as the vines finally gave under her weight and left the poor lady crashing into the swamp water. Thank peck it was only a few inches but that didn't stop her from becoming all dirty and wet from it. She quickly pushed her front from the swamp water and spat out the dirt tasting water from her mouth coughing and reaching one arm up to rub at her eyes as she use the other to crawl out from it. She didn't see the magic arm from the swamp reach out to drag her further in but stopped because 1. She was already too far close to the edge to really drag in, and 2. She was out within a few seconds anyways. The magic arm retreated from where it came from just as fast and she still didn't see it as she continued o cough and spit out the taste. Groaning and sitting upon her knees as she got her bearings and let her body have a moment from the light feeling of falling from space, pain from crash landing in trees, and now cold and wet from the water now. Once she was done getting the taste out of her mouth she stuck her tongue out in a normal 'yuck' expression and blinked around at the strange fog induced place of purple. She....She must've crash landed in some kind of bog or swamp. Either way, she was glad she wasn't dead at least.

"......Frozen to death for a thousand years loosing everything by the hands of a crazy queen turned into a monster, who then got rescued by aliens on a spaceship with a ghost father, then I fell from space into a bog and now I'm all dirty and wet while almost dying again......Can't get worse than this surely," she muttered as she shakily pushed herself on aching legs and shimmied out of whatever vines were left clinging to her. Now was not the time for sitting down and feeling sorry for her situation no matter how unbeleivable it was or how much her body ached. What she needed right now was a way out. Now what did she learn on her Dad's farm? "Let's see." She held her chin. "The planet's sun rises to the very middle of the sky when it's exactly 12 p.m. every day except in winter when days are slower and it changes to 2 p.m., so depending on where I landed on the planet it could be any time. ...And it's too foggy to determine what time zone or direction it's heading." She could pull her hair at that. Ok. THINK Poppy! The sky was a bright blue when you fell. So at most it's somewhere between a late-ish morning and early afternoon. So at most she was somewhere realtivly in the middle of a continant right? So either way if her planet's sun was somewhere in at least the north of the sky...That would mean...She still had no idea. "UGH!! How do sailors navigate like this!?"

OK!! Obviously the fog was messing up her surroundings and even looking up proved no results as she groaned and looked around some more until she spotted it....MOSS!! OF COURSE!! WHY HADN'T SHE THOUGHT OF THAT SOONER?! MOSS USUALLY GROWS ON THE NORTH SIDE OF TREES!! Poppy instantly began looking around at these poor, poor trees. Breifly wondering why they were all so devoid of life and low and behold there it was!! A small patch of green dingy moss stuck out on one tree near the swamp water and quicker than she thought, she raced towards it and grabbed the old crusty bark where it was. Now moss didn't ALWAYS grow on the side of trees but it was the only thing she could go on at the moment and guess. She stood up slowly after inspecting it and looked in the direction it was pointing, towards the water.

"So if north is presumably in THAT direction, then south would be in the complete opposite. Which means east would be behind me and west in front." She gave a cringe look at the water again. "And considering the water seems to end there....the most likely way to avoid this water would be to go in the opposite direction." She pointed a hand in what hopefully was south. "So that way would seem the best way to get out of this creepy place."

Or at least she hoped so. Hang on a second? Wasn't she supposed to be with some kind of little alien? Where the world did they go?! She literally free fell was space to her doom for crying out loud! Was this how aliens traveled to planets?! By freefalling from their ship? She shook her head, some of the dirt and sticks falling to the ground from her tangled up mess. She had better get stepping if she wanted to find some way out of here..and get a bath. But she soon discovered it wasn't going to be that easy trudging through the weird swamp or dead forest fast. The fog was so thick it would've taken at least four of the strongest lumberjacks in the land to make so much as a dent in it. The only thing she could see were tall long slender shadows which turned out to just be more dead trees. It was strange, these trees had no life in them that's for sure...but also showed no signs of rotting away like she was sure they should've had by the looks of them. strange. The only plants that she had seen so far that were alive was the strange vines she had thankfully been caught in before hitting the ground, it was strange. Purple dirt, heavy fog, dead trees all around...Made for something out of a campfire story. She couldn't even see the any sunlight beyond this stuff. As the woman made her way through the thick fog and strange forest of dead wood, she was VERY unaware of the dangers that lurked in them. After about maybe twenty or thirty minutes of this walking she brought her arms up to start rubbing at her sides. It wasn't very warm where ever she was, and her damp clothes clinging to her weren't helping either. Maybe it would've been better if she had just stayed on that ship with that blanket....

Maybe she would've been better off not even coming to this kingdom in the first place. If she knew a crazy queen was going to-

"Miss Poppy!?"

She jumped and snapped her head around at hearing her own name being called. It sounded very soft and distant, but still loud enough to be heard faintly. Could it be someone was looking for her or was she hearing things?

"HELLO?! IS SOMEONE THERE!! I CAN SURE USE A PECKIN' HAND HERE!!," she yelled out but got no response in return for her shout.

Whatever it was, it left as soon as it came but that didn't stop her from still looking around and not paying attention to where she was going so she shouldn't have been surprised when the ground suddenly swallowed her up making her fall backwards and yell out. What swallowed her up was a large flash of white and she once again felt herself get stuck up feet in the air again. Oh pecking GREAT! What had she gotten herself into NOW?! The white sheet felt like some kind of rucksack her father used to use to sack the potatoes before charting them off to the market place. But it was a dingy white from being hidden under a layer of dirt for who knows how long, and instead of potatoes it was HER that was stuck in them. Well not on her watch! Poppy, fed up with everything at this point just gritted her teeth and began pushing against the confines of her new prison. It was tight, compact, and obviously meant to hold tightly. Whoever had made it knew EXACTLY what they were doing when making it.

"PECKING STUPID TARP THING!!" She pushed against it and it wasn't easy in the cramped space and the swaying she caused with her pushing against the sides trying to get loose. Too bad she didn't have some kind of sheers or sharp object to cut through the thick tarp thing. "LET ME OUT!! IM DONE WITH THIS PECKING SHI-"

She was shut up when she felt the whole world shake. Knocking the poor trapped woman back onto her behind within the trap, what sounded like a humungous tree cracking and falling over with the shaking made her freeze up more as a sudden feeling of dread came over her and it was backed up by the swaying of the trap. Also caused by the shaking. The panicked cawing of crows as they flew to safety amplified whatever she was feeling, blue eyes looking around wildly until they locked onto movement. SOMETHING. BIG. Was just outside the tarp. A shadown silently moved along side the outside of the tarp and her breath hitched. OK! Don't freak Poppy! It was probably just a wild animal. Like a deer or a giant bird. Oh she hoped it wasn't a bear!

SNAP!!

The woman tumbled out from the bottem of the trap and her yelp was interrupted as she face planted the dirt. Dirt and small twings sticking to her still damp self. Purple. EVERYWHERE. Suddenly dark purple. Her head raised in horror as reality itself disappeared and purple warped her view everywhere. Her red hair coming down to block her face and screw up her world veiw even more but she preferred that over the same giant shadow suddenly falling over her and the booming raspy voice behind it that turned her body back to ice.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FFFFFOOOOOOOLLLLL!!! YOU BLEW IT PUNY MORTAL!! NO ONE ENTERS MY DOMAIN AND WALKS OUT THE SAME!!" Poppy's frame began to shake as the foreboding feeling of something LARGE looming over her leaned down closer to her body. Goosebumps covered herself and the tall figure could literally hear her teeth chatter and her body shake. The fanged smile of Snatcher smiled despite himself, despite the day and a half. At least he could get a little pleasure out of seeing puny mortals shake before his might like they should be and see the fright in their eyes....Only he couldn't see her eyes, she was facing away from him. That would soon be fixed though. "You came at a very bad time, Lady. Unfortunately for you I'm not in a 'living' mood today. But tell you what, I'll grant you the honor of seeing your demise before it happens. Now. Turn. Around. And maybe I'll allow you to say some last words."

Poppy couldn't!! She just remained frozen within the dark of the shadow before her...but her body as if under some kind of spell, shaking badly, slowly turned to meet her doom. Snatcher smiled his best menacing smiled at the dirty sea of flame red hair, as the woman's arm was shaking. SLOWLY reaching up to move her hair away and he could clearly see the oh so scared blue horrified eyes and red freckles dotted along her face like rose petals blowing in the wind. But when they met....Both had opposite reactions. Poppy let a sudden inhale and loud gasp come from her throat. Feeling the blood drain from her face as the shadow blocked out any light avalible and what met her in the light's place was two round yellow eyes and a frowning mouth. She was an ant compared to him and for another time in her life, felt very very small. The entirety of the ghosts amusement and glee ABSOLUTELY disappeared once the features of the woman was shown to him. Making the ghost look like he's seen a ghost.

.......No.....NO!...NONONONONO!! This wasn't-.....N O! The ghost's arms shook as he just stared down this woman. Yellow eyes wide and many many memories suddenly slapping him in the face as those yellow eyes saw the seen play before him as a downward spiral for him in panic and fear. A seen in a dungeon, a sobbing prince hanging from shackles as the cold crept in, one last promise escaping his lips to a Princess of Flowers. Sharp as a thorn. Hair red as roses. Blue eyes like hydrangeas. Skin as soft as petals. And always surrounded by a scent better than any lily. A final promise and good bye he made long ago with his final dying breath-

"I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. I-...love-...you ..w-with all my heart and soul....may my soul...never....forget...that.."

"A-A-A-.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Poppy frightfully ducked her hand back down at the unholy yell coming from the ghost and even when it stopped suddenly she didn't look up as it echoed throughout the plain of existance she was currently in.........It was like a weight was suddenly lifted from her chest and the heavy feeling of being small went away, as did the feeling of indemping doom and fright...She blinked utterly confused...and dared to look confused back over her shoulder. The....snake shadow...thing was a little ways from her facing away and having his back towards her having a moment it seemed. She guessed whatever was considered his back(she was also guessing it was male by the voice) was facing her and it's tail and two arms was sprawled on the dark purple ground holding it up as it seemed to heave and make raspy breaths. Snatcher's mind went absolutely blank and his noodle arms shook every few seconds as he gathered himself from the sudden flashback he didn't expect. Poppy gazed at him breaths heaving before looking around this strange purple place, looked as it it was some sick purple snowglobe. And began to back awa- Poppy stopped. Literally stopped as her back made contact with some kind of invisible wall she couldn't see as she tapped the palm of her hand against it a few times. Still glancing at the giant purple creature to her rig-

"You can't get out," he rasped out. Poppy jumped whirling back around to her captor as Snatcher still stared down at the purple dirt. Eyes narrowing and a frown coming over his face but he still didn't look at the petrified girl. "...WHO are you and why are you in my forest?"

Poppy's mouth was already open in fear, but at this ...thing speaking to her in her own language..Well. It was that shock that drove away the shock from being scared and make her blink at the giant thing. Only one thing could escape her mouth and she didn't mean to say it either. "Why?"

....The thing's head raised to twist around to her with that fed up expression and she shut up again. "I ask the pecking questions here fool! And I won't repeat myself either so you better fess up before I change my mind. And trust me when I say no one likes that."

She gave a shutter and curled her knees up hugging her arms. "I-I....I don't know-"

"That's NOT an answer. You got here and I want to know HOW and NOW!!" His voice shook the empty space and she ....well she scowled back at him temper at the back of her mind started to flare up a wee bit from all she's been through.

"I said I don't know! I don't know where I am and the only way I got here is by crash landing from space and falling into from rotting wood! You pecking purple jack-o-lanturn worm!!" If he was going to be her doom then so be it! She had nothing to gain or lose.

The thing seemed to almost flinch and a brief moment of surprise flashed across his face before the scowl came back. Thick country accent sounded like her- "How did you get in space?", he asked getting up and floating again staring down at her. He was easily sixteen feet.

Her brow rose. "I was rescued by a little girl-''

"Hattie," Snatcher mutter gazing off in thought. ...Woman in an apron. Those eyes snapped back to her. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"......Poppy."

He flinched back eyes widening.....before a hum escaped him and he just...stared at her for a good long time. Neither said anything as they stared silently at each other and Poppy felt as though he was suddenly her every feature right down to staring into her very soul. And he might as well with what he mentioned earlier. Her blue eyes widened again when he floated forward, herself straining against the invisible wall as the purple reality slowly disappeared back into the foggy forest of dead trees and fog-

"Oof!"

The wall suddenly disappeared and had her landing on her back and looking up at the thing as it loomed over her again, this time reaching down and picking her up by the back of her dress and once again she was magically back in the air suspended by his arm. She got a good look up close of his face with was human-like in shape and what looked to be hair on his head and a sorta like lion mane of more purple hair around his neck and shoulders. Those narrowed eyes stared at her suspended messy self another glance before he hummed again.

"You and I are in for a very long talk to catch up."

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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It's a very rude business but you two people are massively rude you're in trouble your people are going out you're blaming everyone else it's excruciatingly rued. Pretty soon you'll be out and no one has to worry about it anymore but holy s*** that's rude. He has to publish it about you and you know it. Soon Trump will hit your base you'll get into it with Trump more all over the world. And you'll Hit The stupid death star with him, then a rampage on all rebel bases but the large ones and we can see it in your eyes you've had enough of this s*** is and their sons had enough of them too. There are things you can do, and one of them is to locate the stuff to other people or show where he's going after stuff that kind of thing right now let's go after those comet empire ships. Then that's the Hudson and off BC. And he had tons of people go up there already the other people of warlock to try and soften it up.

The above is pretty effective he says I have more though...

try to shoot him down from space not leaving above you so I can do something to you or roll in the death Star.

Fix up his body every few minutes like we keep doing this guy's irritating person he needs to get hit every few minutes not once a day and it's not like afraid of it as he gets hit so often he's a little pig so there's a few suggestions spread it out too tell people about the money

It is getting on it and some major points there. Also where it's located people think you're use out completely and he has places

This is one major place is New Zealand is taking a lot of stuff there from everybody is sending a list out.

We have it now there's a huge number of people who want to know and he's going to let him tell out to some and it's going to work. He has to draw them off somehow

Thor Freya

This article is true what Max said above is true they are not supporting Trump they are trying to call him out then it should statements that affect and this idiot think she can win still and at some points out that the idiot can't tell the difference between his own and Max on occasion and Stan looks just like back I live in killing each other and that is some lunacy right there it says he's amongst them and when Max says is when our son said they just hang back and let you wipe each other out you have these two delusional people and there's a few of them actually running around our son say he's doomed. And they're laughing about it cuz they think our son doesn't know what he's talking about, and Max are not as strong as they were but they have clothing and a lot of it. Now I'm kind of getting pissed off because these two are talking to me like I'm a child and they're sick and they don't understand it our son says it's your serious deficit to the rebellion because you're going after rebels working for the empire which is still ever present and they have the West the Western fleet and I told you how to tell this is their acting said how long do they do that and how long do they use their code biden is kind of quiet. Now they're both yapping again. My son says it like this you're missing the whole thing it's nothing personal it's a tactical error and he's accommodating for it by calling foreigners which you guys necessitated by doing this for several years and have become a halcon for the event and what he means is that you're some sort of signal flare and code that is attracting foreigners and he's doing it on purpose as we are so that's what he's doing because you're forced it.

Thor Freya

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bonesfool · 11 months ago

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Your name is Oriel. You are an Angel of the God of Law. You are a wish made manifest. You were birthed from the prayer of a devout Prince-Consort who wanted a legal way to dethrone his wife and crown himself King. You are made to fall in love with this woman. You are made to kill this woman. You hand her husband, her killer the sword he uses to cut off her head, the sword you crafted with your own two hands.

You don’t get to die after you have fulfilled the prayer, after your purpose has ceased. Instead you live in a never ending loop of love and death. You find a woman, you love her, you betray her, she dies. You hate your life. You hate yourself. You hate the world and the god that put you into it.

You have always been a schemer, born of the secret machinations of court, you have always had a silver tongue and a clever mind. You learn of the prophecy that has not yet been uttered, but lives in your heart- placed there by the very god who made you, the very god you want to unmake.

The comet -The Star which will be held as Knife- comes eventually. You know it’s presence means the prophecy has been put in motion. It takes over a century for the next Child of Two Worlds to be born.

The next two -Blood shed by Blood- are surprisingly blood with you, yourself. At first you mean your Prophet-child, whose ability to deliver prophecy you secured through an unbalanced bargain, to kill the Woman you’ve picked to be your martyr, the woman you could never fall in love with, ensuring she will live long enough to be the queen you use to check the king.

Then your Hunter-child is born. You didn’t mean for her to exist. But you are, as always, enslaved to your nature, love - doom - kill. When you fell in love with Gwyneth you hoped maybe somehow it would be different. You had not dared to love for centuries. Of course, your hoping was childish. Of course she died. And of course it was the weapons you had smithed that carved out her heart. She is taken from you and so is the Hunter-child. But you know they are out there, and you know that they have the capability of taking on the mantle of prophecy.

The final child -Song in the Voice of Prayer- was not born, in the same way you were not. They were ripped from the soft egg of your gods womb and shoved into a hard metal body before they could even stretch their wings.

With all the children in place, you tell your Woman, the martyr how to tip the first domino. And of course she fucks everything up, she does not wait until you can secure the loyalty of the Song, she rips their voice right from their chest. She sends your Prophet-child to gain his part of the bargain without any aid, letting them fall from the sky and lose any sense of self or purpose you had given them.

You desperately pick up the pieces, pulling the four together. You give the Star her Knife, you seed animosity between your Hunter-child and Prophet-child. The Woman fucks it up again, taking her child and imprisoning it. You give the children and their allies the tools to free their sibling. They are not grateful, and not sharp or useful like you need them to be.

With your aid, the Prophet-child is free. The Woman’s knife to your throat is stolen. But now they ask you questions and demand things of you. It’s infuriating. The Song challenges your hold on them, stretches and bends the bars of the cage you so meticulously built. The Hunter-child shoots you in the foot. You liked those shoes. The Wanderer that they have taken in for some god forsaken reason mas made a contract of his own that specifically dictates he must stop this prophecy. Your children you have collected, waited for for so many years want to help him. They want to fight their fate. Whatever, they can only outrun destiny for so long.

You try and explain this to them. You tell the Song the truth. You are so tired. You hate your purpose. All you want is to be allowed to die. They should understand. By god they should understand. They tell you you’re a coward.

In a final attempt to move things back to the path you visit them all in dreams. You even visit the Wanderer, the wrench in your perfectly plotted plan. You show the Song their past, your Prophet-child your past, your Hunter-child the past of her mother, the Star the life that she shares with the Knife, the Wanderer the future.

And yet after all of this. After everything you’ve done. The Song tries to shatter their own Voice. You put it into them. The contract will be obeyed, the prophecy will be fulfilled. No they tell you, no it will not. Your friends will die, you tell the Song. They say that even though you gave them the ability to make harmony, make friends, the love they have for these people cannot outweigh the safety of the world. The world is bad you tell the Star. But I can still find good in it she says, even looking over the body of her little sister, a corpse you just made. But your mother needs to be stopped you tell your Prophet-child. Yes, but I do not need to be the one to end her, my revenge is not worth it. But I need to die, you tell the Hunter-child. Yes, she says. I hate you, I want you to die, and if it were up to me I would kill you. But I trust my friends more than I hate you.

Please they say. Please give us a chance. Let us find you another way forward. Let us teach you to live.

Can I hug him? They say.

Yes, says god. Roll an attack roll, charisma plus proficiency in hugging.

Nat 20.

Fine you say. I’ll let you try.

Basically the character that was supposed to be the BBEG (father to 2 parties members, patron to another) got nerfed down to an anti-villain and hesitant ally because Arlowe my best friend Arlowe @staggeringsmite believed so hard in the power of friendship. I intended the finale to be predicated on the reveal that the prophecy they’ve had has been about them all along, and that they would have to chose between fulfilling the prophecy and dooming one of the PCs to an eternal life of loneliness (something he has already partially escaped and would be put back into a thousand fold), or not fulfilling it and letting all of the party NPCs be killed. I intended for it to be a fun reveal if they have to do the exact thing they’ve been trying to stop the actual BBEG (one of the characters mother) from doing, so that they can stop her from doing it the way she wants. Instead my players ambushed me with some of the best RP and rolls all campaign and now I have to rewrite my finale to include the fact that they have an insanely powerful angel on their side and they will not be fulfilling the prophecy this campaign has hinged entirely on. It turns out when playing dnd with her friends actively saved your DM from an episode of suicidal ideation earlier in the year, you can actually save the day by teaching a suicidal immortal being the value of having hope <3

And even though this means frantic rewriting I am so excited to see this campaign to the end with them all

T minus a couple hours until I make all my friends really mad at me (DM the session before the finale of our 2 year campaign begins)

#az tag

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houndfaker · 4 years ago

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whoa hey my art gets traction a lot faster on tumblr huh? 😳 heres a bunch of stuff over time from my au sonic nebula, which is rly just a space-centric universe for me to play around with and rly push the boundaries of my usual au work for the series

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #tikal #metal sonic #mephiles the dark #quinn drawings #sonic #sonic nebula au

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stcviescott · 3 years ago

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✨ phoebe tonkin, cis female, she/her — agnes street wouldn’t be the same today if it wasn’t for sounds of strings. do you know that stevie scott works there as the owner ? they are thirty-two and they look like the kind of person who might bite you if you get too close, whenever i see them, dreams by fleetwood mac starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off, the electric moment before the storm; seventies music played on acoustic guitars; flower crowns and bare feet; you know?

guys, I'm mia and this is my punk rock mama stevie. below you'll find two section: bio points and cool facts. some plotting ideas in the cool facts section might catch your eye! I've highlighted some keywords <3 I'll be working on her wanted connections page throughout the day!

bio points

stevie's life is pretty much a museum — a shrine to the past. she is a collector of sorts, of memories, of trinkets, of nostalgia itself. She misses her family, misses what could have been, misses the general feeling of the past. she wouldn't trade her present for anything, though.

born and raised in islebury to a wealthy family, she was commonly known as their very own black sheep — only being allowed to study music at juilliard because of its prestige and her apparent intention to work with classical music. needless to say, she was more of a rockstar.

she rose to fame like a comet, then descended out of it like a shooting star: during her junior year at juilliard, her band was signed by a major record label — and she left the school to tour with them. their record label dropped them one year later, however, and they were doomed to become a one hit wonder.

luckily, she was allowed to return to the school after her two-semester leave of absence, acquiring her bachelor of music degree. without the help of her now estranged family, she had to work twice as hard to provide for herself and maintain her academic scholarship.

after juilliard, she lived in a shoebox in nyc for a few years, working mainly with production and teaching music.

when her grandmother died, she made her way back to islebury. despite her mother's disapproval and her father's quiet affection, she inherited a substantial amount. working as a freelance music curator, she had no idea what to do with it.

while in town she ended up reconnecting with an old flame, the type of teenage country club love affair you get one summer in high school. a few weeks later, when she found out she was pregnant, he was announcing his engagement.

with a baby coming and NYC prices, she decided that maybe it was time to move back home and figure her life out.

she managed to rent a corner store on agnes street and started selling her old instruments, along with some handcrafted, one-of-a-kind instruments made by a friend in the hudson valley. it wasn't much, but with her freelance income, it was enough to make ends meet.

after her daughter was born, she got a teaching certificate. a few years later, it got her the music teacher position at the local middle school. though they seem to insist her class is called introduction to music, she prefers her own title: "how to rock 101". (yes, she is pretty much jack black in school of rock. that's the whole inspo.)

one step at a time, she was able to make a life for her little family. when the owner of the corner store offered to sell, she took money out of her inheritance to buy the place. she spent weekends working on it with loving friends, painting each wall and turning it into the beginning of a new dream. then they build the gig room, where a corner stage lit up the town every weekend.

now, she hopes to achieve one more: turn the basement into an independent record label for local artists.

the cool stuff

if lorelai gilmore, joni mitchell, donna sheridan and DEWEY FINN had a child, it would be stevie.

if you have (middle-aged) middle-school-age children living in islebury, she's their SUPER COOL MUSIC TEACHER who's letting them create a rock band.

wants to start THE BASEMENT LABEL, a record label for independent artists under her instrument store/live music place, SOUNDS OF STRINGS. (*this is a plot development for her, if anyone is a musician we have a connection lmao, she'll sign you)

has a six-year-old named ODESSA "OZZY" SCOTT, whose father is unaware of her existence. if you're feeling the bio points up there, basically the day she found out she was pregnant he was announcing his ENGAGEMENT TO SOMEONE ELSE. (*also a very much wanted plot because drama)

can seem very tough because she had to figure out how to do things by herself, raise a kid on her own and all that rock n roll, but she's a SOFTY.

her family is old rhode island money, but she was cut off when she decided to DROP OUT of juilliard to tour with her rock band.

FEMINIST trademarked. GIVE ME A GIRL SQUAD PLS.

hates the taste of coffee but can't live without it.

misses MAKING MUSIC so much that it hurts.

will pet you and offer you a piece of LAST NIGHT'S PIZZA if provoked.

#agnesfm.intro #woo let me leave this here #hmu for plots plsss

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abloomntime · 4 years ago

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A Bloom In Time P 11

(Disclaimer: The moss part I do NOT know is true, if you want to look it up go right ahead. Im just using it as logic on their fake planet and for the story.)

She felt sick.

Was this it?....Did she die and what happened before was all just a dream? Was she being taken to where ever beautiful place spirits went?

Maybe she would've been better off not even coming to this kingdom in the first place. If she knew a crazy queen was going to-

"Miss Poppy!?"

"HELLO?! IS SOMEONE THERE!! I CAN SURE USE A PECKIN' HAND HERE!!," she yelled out but got no response in return for her shout.

SNAP!!

"I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. I-...love-...you ..w-with all my heart and soul....may my soul...never....forget...that.."

"A-A-A-.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

She gave a shutter and curled her knees up hugging her arms. "I-I....I don't know-"

Her brow rose. "I was rescued by a little girl-''

"Hattie," Snatcher mutter gazing off in thought. ...Woman in an apron. Those eyes snapped back to her. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"......Poppy."

"Oof!"

"You and I are in for a very long talk to catch up."

#Snatcher

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@ludogivemebabies @victoriaz2002

This is based on an old fan-fiction I wrote a couple years ago called “Ludo and the Lost Laser Puppy”. It takes place in season 3.

8 were made, conjured by magic, meant to be loved. But one was lost, sucked into a black hole, forgotten by time, space, and most of all, his creator. Alone for almost a year, this pup drifted the void, the longest occupant of deep space to be challenged only by one other. It’s only inevitable, even in the vastness of space that they meet.

Ludo: I spy with my little eye… something ummm… I don’t know, black.– Is it space?– YES! For the forty-thousandth time yes!– Well you don’t have to yell at me– Well maybe if you’d listen for once maybe I wouldn’t have to!– Gee, I wonder why nobody listens to you– Oh don’t you give me that sarcasm!… You know, I’m starting to think coming back here was a bad idea.– Sigh, you came back here to find yourself remember? Well yeah, but it’s not just that. I feel like I’m supposed to be here for a reason, like something more important is out here.– Hey wait, what time is it?– How the heck am I supposed to know?– Well, you’ve been going by that comet that circulates about every once a day.– It’s late.– HOW DARE IT BE LATE I RELY ON THAT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP UP WITH MY BUSY SCHEDULE WITHOUT A TRACK OF TIME?… Oh wait there it is… waitaminute, that’s no comet… that’s a MOON!

Ludo could feel the gravitational forces on his body. He was getting sucked towards a massive moon’s orbit. As he descended, he toppled over a hill, bumping his head, knees and ribs before landing on flat surface where he fell unconscious.

A few hours later, Ludo is pulled back towards consciousness by a few weird sensations, first, pitter patters of what sounded like tiny little feet softly tapping against the moon rock, followed by what sounded somewhat like quick sniffing, all around his body, working it’s way from Ludo’s toes all the way up to his beak, the small creature sniffing his breath, Ludo could smell the creatures’ breath as well, not particularly pleasant as it reeked of the digestion of things that we’re once alive that Ludo wasn’t particularly familiar with. The being climbs on him, tiny, but sharp paws digging into his rib cage as the creature licks to taste him.

Ludo jolts awake, started and startling the small creature, a ragged, skinny, angry puppy. The dog stood there, gritting small but ridiculously sharp teeth at Ludo and growling at him. There was no love in this creatures eyes, only primal instincts.

Ludo: Pff, oh really? What are you gonna do pipsqueak? Nibble at my ankles?

Ludo mocks the dog only to receive a laser beam to the chest. Ludo falls right on his back, stunned by the laser. The ground starts to shake around them and out of a small crater at Ludo’s head shoots a purple tentacle. It turns out, the moon was ALIVE, and it was angry for being disturbed once again. More tentacles emerged. Angered by the fact that Ludo had awakened the beast in the moon. The tentacle grabs Ludo and starts squeezing the life out of him. The puppy shoots the tentacle with the laser, loosening the grip on Ludo causing him to fall to the ground. The dog grabs his ankles with sharp teeth, rag-dolling the bird against sharp rocks as he dodged rocks and tentacles. Ludo had greatly underestimated his strength as the dog drug him nearly a mile into a cave where the moon ceased it’s attack.

Ludo: You… you saved me from that thing. Thank you.

The dog ignored as it angrily began to groom itself and mend to the scabs all over it’s body. Ludo reaches out to touch him but is met with retreat and a savage rearing of hungry yellowed teeth. This was when Ludo noticed just how tortured the poor dog was. His gut as drawn from the water left in oases that was meant for the moon itself and nutrition he received by eating the tentacles he had to fight to obtain, his eyes, where once bubbly and pure, now weary. What was once soft fur had become overgrown, shaggy and dirty. By all nature’s rights the dog should have died long ago, but whether it was by magic, or sheer will of determination to survive and see it’s masters, brother and sisters someday, the dog trooped on every day for over a year. The dog approaches, as if ready to pounce Ludo and devour him when he remembers.

Ludo: Oh yeah!

From inside his own back he pulls another similar back of potato chips, filled to the brim. This was the magic bag Star had given to Ludo to feed himself. It would regenerate chips so that Ludo would not go without food once again. He quickly opens the bag and pushes it towards the puppies’s face. The dog pulls back, but then sniffs the bag, realizing it’s food. He lunges into the bag and starts devouring chips, eating faster than the chips could come back.

Ludo: Hey remember to save me some of those.

Content, the dog walks away from the bag.

Ludo: I hope you enjoyed yourself.

The dog ignores him and goes to sleep in the corner taking short, quick breaths as it sleeps.

Ludo: You’re quite a soldier there little fella. I get that. I’m small, and honestly after all I’ve been through I have no right to be alive, but you. You’re a whole another level aren’t you? How long have you been here? How long has this nightmare been your life?

Ludo goes to sleep in the cave, awakened only a few hours later by faint whimpering. The dog looks at him.

Ludo: What?

Ludo is generally confused. The dog runs outside, prancing.

Ludo: Well if you need to go, just go. I don’t care where. Your house… er cave… your rules.

The dog walks off. Rolling his eyes in frustration, Ludo follows. They tread with caution, trying not to reawaken the moon. The dog does his business, burying it, Ludo realizing how disturbing it must be to be alive and having smaller creatures release their excrement all over you. The puppy barks at Ludo, signalling him to follow. The dog trails Ludo to a river. Ludo takes a canteen out of his bag, filling it with the water from the moon, taking a drink before doing a spit-take, the water had an unnatural taste to it, but of course, it was weird moon water. The dog had grown accustomed to it. Who knew what the water held, but for mysterious reasons, Ludo felt invigorated even though he had no actual sustenence. The experience was weird, but could perhaps explain why the dog had not dehydrated, for he rarely ever had to go there, which really, was the only bit of mercy the Pup took from his stay on the moon.

A lingering smell caught Ludo’s beak. He couldn’t put his finger on it but it was amazing. Enamored by the alure, Ludo walked towards the smell, practically entranced by it. The puppy follows him, curious. The strange smell was leading Ludo to a small crater in the moon, filled with red liquid, and bubbling the ooze tempted Ludo. The puppy panicked, dragging at Ludo’s bag and barking as Ludo kept moving. he swayed at the dog’s face, causing him to release a laser from his eye by mistake and hitting the crater, spilling the red liquid. The moon was angry as it’s bait for Ludo had been thwarted, the tentacles burst through the ground once again, Ludo running in fear while the puppy stays to fight it with lasers. As Ludo flees the tentacles he hears a sharp yelp, the puppy is getting strangled by the tentacle. Angered, Ludo rushes in. The tentacle slaps Ludo, causing him to land near an assortment of rocks. Ludo scrambles for the sharpest one, finding one as edged as he could get, and rushes towards the swaying beast, letting out a blood-curdling warcry as he lunges towards the tentacle, stabbing it as hard as he could, the tentacle writhes in agony as the pup falls. Ludo leaps in to catch the small pup and grabs him just before hitting the ground. He runs with the hurt dog as far as he could. The angry tentacle grabs both of them. Thinking it’s their doom, they look at each other, closing their eyes. But instead of killing the two, the moon decides to toss the two as far out of the planet’s orbit as possible. The puppy looks in a state of half-despair as the bitter place he knew as “home” faded into the distance.

Ludo: It’s okay puppy. A home’s not a home if you’re not welcome. I would know.

He reaches his hand out to pet the dog, and for the first time, it finally gives in and lets him.

As Ludo finds himself relieved to be away from the killer moon, the puppy continues to look distraught.

Ludo: You’re an amazing little puppy. Hey now, don’t be sad. We’ll find a place… together… you and me. We’re not that different. You had to learn everything on your own, so did I.

He looks at the puppy, smiling, but the dog returns nothing but a face of remorse.

Ludo: Why are you looking at me like that?

They make eye contact. Somehow Ludo feels like he can read the dog’s thoughts just from his expression. Ludo starts to sob, feeling somewhat rejected, but he draws back his feelings, taking one large breath.

Ludo: I get it. You miss your people. Who were they? I feel like I know you… but I don’t. It’s so faint… think, think… ow.

Ludo conks his noggin, before realizing.

Ludo: Waitaminute, normal puppies don’t have laser eyes. Puppies with laser eyes, cute and deadly. Deadly and cute… NO… it can’t be… are you… one of Princess Butterfly’s dogs? Well, only one way to find out.

Ludo lifts the dog, awkwardly looking outward, Ludo looks at the dog’s butt.

Ludo: Yup, a heart, I knew it. Of course… of all the goshblasted people why her! How could she?! How could that Princess be so careless as to leave a puppy alone in the void for all this time?… Ennhhh… I guess she misses you… If she even remembers you. I think she had like 7 or 8 of you at some point. So what do you say? Wanna go see your old master?

The dog lifts his head in curiosity.

Ludo: Now uhh… hmmm. How are we gonna get outta here?

Out in the distance, he sees a Star, golden bright, hurdling through the reaches of space.

Ludo: Wow what convenience. We’re gonna go see your master, puppy! I need you to do one thing. FIRE THAT LASER!

The dog smooshes his eyes together, preparing the most focused laser beam he could, it jettisons Ludo and puppy through space.

Ludo: Faster, puppy, or she’ll get away!

The puppy then fires a laser as hard as it can, cannon balling Ludo and the puppy through space towards Star, in her Butterfly form having one of her nightly travels through the void. She opens a portal.

Ludo: Hurry puppy! She’s getting away!

The dog can feel itself running out of energy, but then Ludo gets a plan, he plucks one of his feathers out his head and tickles the dog’s nose, causing it to sneeze, releasing one more burst of laser, and slamming Ludo and the puppy right into Star and she escapes through the portal, closing behind all three of them. Knocking Star, whose reverted back to regular form, face-first into the floor and waking Marco from his rather uncomfortable sleep on the chair.

Star: What the heck!

Marco: Who? What? No I wasn’t sleeping. Huh?

Star: Ludo? And uhhh… a scrappy looking puppy?

Ludo: I believe this is yours.

Star: Mine? But I have all ei-WAITAMINUTE! Lemme see that dog.

She picks up the puppy. Looking at him. She then turns it over.

Star: Awww It has a cute little heart on it’s booty Marco! It is mine!

Marco: Wait… we have all our dogs.

Star: OMG! Marco, you rememeber when we first met, and that one time I made a black hole in your room and it sucked one of the laser puppies in?

Marco: Oh yeah! I uhh… I forgot about that one. And then we just made another 8th… oh.

Marco looks at the puppy, feeling ultra guilty.

Marco: Ohh jeez we left a little pup out in the middle of who knows where and never went looking for him.

Star: Yeah… I guess he just fell off our radar, being as how busy we were with… you know… being teens.

Ludo: How could you two be so reckless?! Allowing things to get thrown into the darkness of space? Something so small, and helpless… and… scared.

Star: Are you ok?

Ludo: I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. I might as well just get going. I know I’m not exactly welcome here.

Star: You obviously care alot about this little guy. I think it’d only be fair if you get to say your goodbyes.

The dog runs to Ludo, standing on his hind legs pressing his paws into Ludo looking at him, begging him not to leave.

Ludo: Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.

The dog proceeds and he just can’t handle himself. He wraps his arms all the way around the laser puppy, weeping profusely. After nearly a minute in silence he puts the dog down and walks out the bedroom door.

Star: Ludo… thank you for bringing him back. If you’d like. I could give you another toss into the_

Ludo: No, I think I’ll make due here. It’s about time I stopped neglecting things too.

Star: Good luck.

Marco: Major props tonight Ludo.

He leaves by the main stairway, being sure not to be seen by the guards. The puppy approaches it’s brothers and sisters, all playfully bouncing small lasers aimlessly. At first he’s excited, but then it fades. He is worried. What if his sisters don’t like him, or they forgot about him too. He approaches, and the other puppies retreat, afraid of the more gruesome and worn puppy. The puppy looks as his brothers and sisters play. Tries to get in the action and play too, to be a pup, but he doesn’t feel it. After what seems like an hour with his brothers and sisters he just gives up. He’s just not the same dog as the others. His world isn’t the same as theirs. He’s become too much like Ludo, young at heart but far too old for his own good, an outcast, a freak.

Star looks at the puppy, watching him sit in the corner by himself, looking miserable, hoping all he needs is more time. But she too is in denial. Marco walks up to the dog in an attempt to play with him. The dog won’t even engage in so much as pounce at a toy. Marco holds the puppy close. It gives him a small lick on the nose.

Marco: You and I both know what you really want, don’t we.

He stares at Marco. Marco takes off the dog’s collar and leash and Star looks at him like he’s gone mad.

Star: Marco? What are you doing?

Marco: The right thing. Go on. You know where you want to go little fella. The dog looks up at Marco and smiles before jolting at top speed, sprinting down the castle steps, skipping entire stairs on the way down. He never seen a dog run so fast.

Star: Puppy come back! I love you… you just came back…

Marco puts his hand on her shoulders

Marco: Star, let him go. This is what he wants.

Star: He’s just a puppy, Marco!

Marco: Never stopped him before.

Star wraps her arms around Marco, Star looking somewhat worried while Marco gives a proud smile.

The dog searches for Ludo, sniffing his scent for miles, the scent of Gold N’ Crisp potato chips fresh in the dog’s memory. Through forests he trekked, through insurmountable danger he did not fear he tracked Ludo until he could see a small golden glint in the corner of his eye. The moon reflecting off of Ludo’s laminated plastic bag was indistinguishable from any shrubbery that could be produced. Ludo continued to walk, aimlessly, thoroughly defeated and uncaring as to what happened to him next. In the distance he thought he heard barking, simply brushing it off as his imagination, or tiredness. But the sound grew louder. Believing he was going mad, he looked all over. He squinted, widening his eyes when much to his surprise the puppy came like a boulder towards him faster than those scrawny legs made possible. Ludo swelled with joy as the puppy drew closer. The dog leaps into the air as he gets near Ludo as he outstretches his arms. The dog totally pulverizes Ludo, knocking him to the ground and showering Ludo with more love than he ever received in his entire life, and returned to the pup in equal amounts. It was destiny. Two broken souls, fitting together to make something whole. Ludo wondered why the puppy didn’t stay with Star and Marco, but it didn’t last too long cause it was the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life.

Ludo decides he wants to try to build a house out in the woods, deciding in an almost gutsy way to build it within a reasonable distance from his awful family, Thinking of Dennis. However. He wanted to try his hand at some of the newfound hope he’d received with his new best friend. The house he erected with the help of the puppy wasn’t a particularly perfect house. In fact it was rather flawed, but after three or four tries, he managed to make some chairs without them breaking under his rump, and even learned to eventually make a house that didn’t straight up fall apart just from opening the door. Ludo knew he wasn’t the best at particularly anything, but he didn’t care, and kept trying and trying to be the best he could be at being him every day from then on out.

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nightowlgazette · 5 years ago

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Wave At The Stars and They will Wave Back

“Saturn is my absolute favorite object in the night sky. When I was a child, I had a dog-eared book on the Solar System, which I read over and over, stopping and staring with wonder at the section on Saturn. How could a planet have rings of ice? What would it be like to fly out and visit the planet, to see the rings with your own eyes. How did it get all those strange moons?”

~Maria

Maria has always been fascinated by the night sky and what lays beyond it. As a matter of fact, she met the love of her life, Maxine, while watching Saturn from the Girffith Observatory.

Their eyes locked, time stopped...then Maria tripped and accidentally spilled her iced coffee all over Max in the middle of winter and the rest is history.

So, for this very special article as a second early wedding gift to her and Max, we asked all of you which are your fevourite celestial bodies, and compiled a small list of interesting facts about them!

Saturn

As Maria’s favourite planet, and the reason Max and her met, Saturn has the honour of being at the very top of the list.

Did you know:

Saturn has 82 moons As of the pennings of this article, Saturn boasts Solar System's most known moons: 82! Some of these are large, like Titan, the second largest moon in the Solar System. But most are tiny – just a few km across, and they have no official names.

There could be life near Saturn Not life on Saturn; the planet is way too hostile to support life. But there could be life on one of Saturn’s moons: Enceladus. NASA’s Cassini spacecraft discovered ice geysers blasting out of Enceladus’ southern pole. This means that some process is keep the moon warm enough that water can remain a liquid underneath the surface. And wherever we find liquid water on Earth, we find life

Jupiter

For number two, we have Jupiter, named after the King of the Olympians himself.

Did you know:

Jupiter has 79 moons Second only to Saturn, Jupiter has a 79 confirmed and named satellites. However, it is estimated that the planet has over 200 natural satellites orbiting it. Almost all of them are less than 10 kilometers in diameter, and were only discovered after 1975, when the first spacecraft (Pioneer 10) arrived at Jupiter. However, it also has four major moons, which are collectively known as the Galilean Moons. These are, in order of distance from Jupiter, Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto. These moons are some of the largest in the Solar System, with Ganymede being the largest, measuring 5262 km in diameter.

You Can See Jupiter With Your Own Eyes Jupiter is the third brightest object in the Solar System, after Venus and the Moon. Chances are, you saw Jupiter in the sky, and had no idea that’s what you were seeing. And here at Universe Today, we are in the habit of letting readers know when the best opportunities for spotting Jupiter in the night sky are. Just think, you’ll be seeing precisely what Galileo did when he gazed at the planet in 1610!

Mars

For the last planet on our list -but definitely not the least- we have Mars; the Red Planet.

Did you know:

Mars Had Water In The Ancient Past We’ve been debating for centuries about whether Mars had life or not. In fact, the astronomer Percival Lowell misinterpreted observations of “canali” — the Italian word for channels — on the planet as evidence of alien-made canals. It turned out Lowell’s observations were hampered by poor telescope optics of his day, and the canals he saw were optical illusions. That said, several spacecraft have spotted other signs of ancient water — channels grooved in the terrain and rocks that only could have formed in the presence of water, for example.

Mars Has Two Moons – And One Of Them Is Doomed: The planet has two asteroid-like moons called Phobos and Deimos, named after the sons of Ares -or the Roman Mars- in Greek mythology. Because they have compositions that are similar to asteroids found elsewhere in the Solar System, according to NASA, most scientists believe the Red Planet’s gravity snatched the moons long ago and forced them into orbit. But in the life of the Solar System, Phobos has a pretty short lifetime. In about 30 million to 50 million years, Phobos is going to crash into Mars’ surface or rip apart because the tidal force of the planet will prove too much to resist.

Black Holes

Moving on from planets to the other beauties of space, for number four we have Black Holes.

Did you know:

You Can’t Directly See a Black Hole. A black hole is called a black hole because of it’s color, especially since light can’t escape. What we can see, though, is the effects of a black hole. Analyzing the surrounding area of a black hole, we can see its effects upon its environment. For example, a star that’s close enough to a black hole can be seen being ripped apart.

Dying Stars Lead to Stellar Black Holes. The death of large stars lead to black holes, because a star’s gravity will overwhelm the star’s natural pressure that it maintains to keep its shape. When the pressure from the nuclear reactions collapses, gravity overwhelms and collapses the star’s core, and the star’s other layers are thrown off into space, and this process is also known as a supernova. The remainder of the core collapses, a spot overcome by density and without volume – a black hole.

There are Three Categories of Black Holes. 1) Primordial Black holes – These are the smallest of black holes and range from an atom’s size to a mountain’s mass.

2) Stellar Black Holes – These are the most common of black holes and they can be up to 20 times more massive than the Sun. There are also a variety of these all over the Milky Way.

3) Supermassive Black Holes – These are the largest of black holes, being more than 1 million times more massive than the Sun. There’s also a song named Supermassive Black Hole by Muse.

Perseid Meteors

Did you know:

We’ve had a near-miss in the past, and there may be one again in the future. Back in the early 1990s, astronomer Brian Marsden calculated that Swift-Tuttle might actually hit Earth on a future pass. More observations quickly eliminated all possibility of a collision. Marsden found, however, that the comet and Earth might experience a cosmic near miss (about a million miles) in 3044.

The meteors are what shooting stars are made of. When a Perseid particle enters the atmosphere, it compresses the air in front of it, which heats up. The meteor, in turn, can be heated to more than 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit (1,650 Celsius). The intense heat vaporizes most meteors, creating what we call shooting stars. Most become visible at around 60 miles up (97 kilometers). Some large meteors splatter, causing a brighter flash called a fireball, and sometimes an explosion that can often be heard from the ground.

Next Time Around. Swift-Tuttle is due back in 2126 (as you know now, it won't hit us) and astronomers think it might become a spectacular naked-eye comet like Hale-Bopp. If historical calculations are correct (see Fact #9) then the 2126 appearance will mark the comet's 3rd millennium of human observation, assuming someone is in fact around to see it.

Pulsars

Did you know:

Pulsars are what remains after the death of a massive star. Pulsars are types of neutron stars; the dead relics of massive stars. What sets pulsars apart from regular neutron stars is that they’re highly magnetized, and rotating at enormous speeds. Astronomers detect them by the radio pulses they emit at regular intervals.

Pulsars are invaluable when it comes to discovering more about space. Pulsars help us search for gravitational waves, probe the interstellar medium, and even find extrasolar planets in orbit. In fact, the first extrasolar planets were discovered around a pulsar in 1992, when astronomers Aleksander Wolszczan and Dale Frail announced the discovery of a multi-planet planetary system around PSR B1257+12 – a millisecond pulsar now known to have two extrasolar planets.

It has even been proposed that spacecraft could use them as beacons to help navigate around the Solar System. On NASA’s Voyager spacecraft, there are maps that show the direction of the Sun to 14 pulsars in our region. If aliens wanted to find our home planet, they couldn’t ask for a more accurate map.

Eliot Wilde, journalist and writer for Night Owl and host of Night Owl FM

#vtm rp #article

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hopeaterart · 5 years ago

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Quirk names

Starry Knight: Copy Ability (their powers changes depending on what they eat, which is good because they can eat everything. Only limit is the imagination)

Meta Knight: Galaxia Darkness (Vampire-like powers minus the blood-drinking thing, gets weaker when his face is uncovered. Actually just a mental barrier)

Dedede: Snack Attack (get stronger the more he eats, so he needs to eat a lot)

Bandana: Insomnia (cannot get physically exhausted, mistaken as an ability to not needing sleep. Outright shuts down after stressful situation)

Animal Trio: Volcano (Rick) (can morph into a rock and spit lava, but only when feet are touching the ground) Merman (Kine) (becomes a merman when under water) Owl's Flight (Coo) (can fly and use razorwind, but only when feet aren't touching the ground)

Marx: Welcome to Hell (you know Marx's boss fight in smash? Here you go. Side effect are a lack of balance and it takes up tons of energy)

Gooey: Dark Matter (can liquify himself, shoot blasts of dark energy and possess people. Can't use it when exposed to the sun)

Adeleine: Live Paint (can bring her paintings into reality. Needs a flat support to paint on)

Ribbon: Crystal Chaos (can create crystal-like structures to fight and fly. The crystals are stronger the more she has confidence in herself)

Dark Meta Knight: Mirror Sight (can hide and travel through mirrors, and bring the reflection inanimate objects to reality. The mirror has to be non-broken to work)

Daroach: Quirkless (all of his attacks are top-level tech)

Magolor: Crowned (you know his abilities in Star Allies? There you go. Summoning the Lor and Gem Apples are tech, tho. Takes à lot of energy out of him)

Susie: Technopathy (can use technology like she wants as long as it has a program)

Taranza: Spider Silk (create a substance that's like spider silk and has numerous arachnoid atributes. The silk can be cut, however)

Comet: Lightspeed (Can move at a speed that's close to light, and create rays of burning light. Effectively blind for the first one and needs a source of light for the second one)

Shaadi: Black Vortex (Formely Black Hole) (has a mini-dimension in which they can put stuff. Living beings can't go in it due to lacking oxygen)

Storo: Stocky Built (can become an unmoving mass of muscles, but it gets weaker if he eats sugar)

Doc: Lab Rat (can make his IQ ridiculously great, but can cause insanity on long term)

Spinni: Rodent Run (Can move extremely fast. Long usage can cause nausea)

Galacta Knight: Doomed Star (Can rip apart time and space itself. Thankfully, she prefers to use other means to establish herself as being the strongest person alive)

Morpho Knight: Reborn Flames (Can use people's life-force to heal or to kill. He can also use it to make his lifespan longer. In his hands, life-force takes the appearance of flames.)

Swordsman: Dark Matter (check Gooey. Takes the appearance of a mist instead of a liquid)

Dark Nebula: Dark Star (can shoot blasts of electricity, fire and ice. Needs to wait 15 seconds to change the nature of blasts)

Dark Mind: Mirror Mayhem and dark eye blast (can use mirrors to his advantage in a fight and shoot blasts of energy from an eye on his chest. Shooting requires a lot of energy.)

More characters are to be added in the future.

#bnha au #quirks

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lanimarialee · 5 years ago

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Universe

I searched the Universe for you and yet you were nowhere to be found. Lost in the vast never-ending spree that no man could ever explore by themselves. I was always there for you before. I was there when you had your first kiss, first lover, first heartbreak. I was there to pick up the pieces of you and yet you trampled on my heart. You tore it to pieces crushed it to dust and still I search for you to heal you.

I lost myself in you and maybe that is not okay, but you give me a purpose. In this Universe of emotions, I still search for you. You are cold and distant, but I give you all my warmth. You are lost and yet I lost myself in you, does this make me lost too? Your cruelty gives me attention no one else gives me, your coldness chills the loneliness in my heart, your distance makes me ache for you more.

With this Universe to vast and large why can I not escape you? I tried once, and you dragged me back with blood, with tears, with sweet lies that sounded like the loveliest of promises. Am I just a fool for falling into your blackhole yet again?

Others have told me to leave. They told me that you were abusive, and you spoke again with a saccharine voice that I listened to and I left them. I left all of them behind to follow you. Was I wrong? I do not think I was but was I? For this Universe is large and I search it for you? I will always search it for you but is that wrong? Am I just a shooting star trying to catch a comet doomed to burn and crash?

written 11.27.2018 by Lani Lee

#short story #short fiction #original work #slice of life inspired #slice of life

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neophix · 6 years ago

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Elsword PvP Stereotypes: 2nd Edition

Alright. It’s been a year and a half. Let’s do this again, sure.

Unlike last time, where people salting at me during the match contributed to a large portion of the character stereotype, I only have their gameplay to work off of this season. Mostly. Rage whispers have gone down significantly which honestly is a change that's good for everyone. {Nod nod.}

{Additional commentary by @demos-cloud will be in braces}, and my responses to her commentary will be italicized, since I’ve ah. Ranted to her about a lot of these before, and asked her to help proofread.

Elsword: Bullheaded, stubborn, and does not think very far ahead.

This is mostly thanks to the amount that they've built up Elsword's defensive options lately. The changes to Autoguard mean that Knight Emperor doesn't really have to worry even if he gets caught (I've had more games turned around thanks to that than I care to admit). Infinity Stoic is still a thing, not in the least helped by the large number of quick, stoic approaches and normals he has. Melee Elsword gameplay basically rewards LEEROY JENKINS. Rune Masters are surprisingly rare.

Aisha: Still Bullies.

This has always been the case. Though lately I've come to the realization that Aisha, and Void Princess' line in particular, usually stays out of PvP unless she has access to something dangerously close to hacking. Meditate+Trans slot cooldown drops are always popular, but Oz Sorcerer lives and dies depending on whether she can pretend-hack or not (looking at you, Angkor Millions and Shadow Body). Metamorphy's population likewise dropped drastically as soon as they nerfed the stoic on her >>X(Z). {Her damage output was also hit hard by the Impact Zone nerf in PvE.}

Rena: Slime.

There's been a lot of complaining about the changes to the NF system, though honestly it's probably better for PvP-health in the long term. Now, instead of basically being guaranteed to eat 3 cancelled Violent Attacks to the face in the middle of every single combo, you probably only have to worry about it happening once or twice per game. They're still really slippery, thanks in large part to physics bending over backwards around her and >>Z being so fast, though their PvP numbers have taken a drastic drop since the nerf.

Raven:

Basically only the oldest Raven mains are left, a corps of elite veterans who know their character and yours inside and- oh and I guess you have the bandwagon RH horde. {Man the bias is practically dripping out of your mouth here Ketsu.} The majority of my Raven matches are against players who I recognize on sight, though. The canon Raven has certainly been getting spoiled, comparatively speaking, though the fact that KoG nerfed M.Maximum Drive almost immediately is a good sign. RH is still probably the most consequence-free Raven at the moment; he doesn't really have to worry about taking combos because it's extremely likely he'll be able to mash a Spread out and revenge-catch you if there's even the tiniest delay or mistake.

{PvE is full of old, rich, Ravens as well. BMs/FBs especially are the oldest and most funded. Yeah they know their class in and out, but they’re also not above shelling out $200 to +11 that glorious Void weapon. VCs are dead.}

Eve: Nasod Bitch. Runs on money. {はい、はい。}

Eve on the whole is very confrontation-adverse, and all three of her classes avoid direct combat. Good thing for her, too; aside from the Exotic line Eve's combo game is so poor she can barely hold anyone in place on her own. All three Eves have very strong utilities kits which are supposed to come with a weak damage-per-hit ratio, but Eve players are already very strongly conditioned to spoil her rotten. Nobody's ever been accused of spending too little on her, after all. Codes 4v1 and Sariel both just dunk on melee-centric characters, and Ultimate has enough unsafe-cancels and core synergy that you'll be spending more time eating lasers than spears. {Like I’ve been saying for the past four years, Eve’s Core Release system was built for CN. Of course she has the best Core synergy out of all Eves.} Illusion Thorns' debuff field really should not trigger core. Raven's lingering skill effects (grenade fires and smoke clouds) have NEVER triggered his core, and those at least deal damage, but I guess even KoG isn't tired of spoiling Eve just yet. {Maybe it’s because Illusion Thorns’ debuff area only lasts a measly two seconds compared to Raven’s lingering AoEs (dead laugh).} Raven’s lingering AoEs also only last for a couple seconds, too, though. {oh.}

Chung: HERE I GO. {HERE I GO!!}

Hoo boy. Okay. After the absolute Chung dominance in the 1v1 tournament, there's been a significant rise in Chung PvP populations. Sure, Base Chung has Heavy Stance to mitigate being slow and getting caught, but these three basically never have to deal with such puny things as "consequences" and Heavy Stance itself has actually been vanishingly rare. {DC really should not have so many Heavy Stance/stoic opportunities, given that his whole backstory is based around being faster and thus, being less defensive. IP’s ridiculously high attack speed is abnormal and needs to die. Even back in S1 it was a pain to deal with…} Back Blast and Reload are core skills not because of utility or reload, but because they're such hard to deal with panic buttons when strung together. Cannonball management is a total farce. Super spoiled, getting amazing tools and mod skills with each update. A few significant differences between them:

Comet: Basically indestructible. Will not die. A rocket powered turtle who can strike you from anywhere in the map and always has an advantageous position. The new goddess of PvP, stripping Yama Raja of the title. You could just tell that a couple of the tournament finalists were screwing around and winning anyway, and that flagrant disregard for consequences has been adopted by the bandwagoners. {I feel like having one of the IP semifinalists intentionally handicap himself of the class’ best skills, fool around, and still manage a strong victory.. Really says a lot about the class’ current standing.}

Phantom: Homing Ruthless attacks for days. Mod Shooting Star caused a lot of passive ruthless to get stripped, but I guess there was enough of a Chung tantrum that they got it back on base Shooting Star AND in M.Burning Punisher. Could probably win a game blindfolded thanks to all the high-damage homing at his disposal. A non-berserk awakening is so rare you honestly think it's a glitch. {Remember when it was only like a 25% activation chance. lmao.}

Centurret: After a long and arduous process of moderately intelligent cockroaches bashing on keyboards tested every possible configuration, tactics have been finely reduced to "if your dog craps on enough lawns, someone is going to step in it." Instant-hit Grav Shots are far more than any character deserves, especially when they have practically no vertical limit, and whoever approved of this as an Siege mode option should be spaghettified.

Ara:

Lately, the number of Aras who fully depend on the X or ^X loop has gone down. Devi is still incredibly oppressive, able to basically slam their face on the skill bar whenever they're in trouble to turn it around with any one of their many, many incredible utility actives (with skill storage). Shakti populations have been on the rise in comparison, though as a Shakti main myself I can't really comment on any other trends without being... more biased than usual. {Dead in PvE, though very willing to shell out money. More-so than other Ara classes, I find (even Devis, yes!)} Apsaras generally rely way too much on Kite or Suppression and barely have two brain cells to rub together, having godawful combo maintenance outside of the aforementioned X loop, despite Ara's strong kit. {They changed how ZZXX works how else am I supposed to do fancy combos nowwwww} It feels like if they did have any more to work with they would've job changed to Devi by now.

Elesis:

Population is in decline, but still powerful. Empire Sword still has some of the most safe combo maintenance in the game, and it's exceedingly rare for her to make anything remotely resembling a mistake. {The fact that she has such a high DPS ratio in PvP really hurts, what gives.} INJECTION finally got the nerf it deserved and is starting to sound like a word again. Fire Wallsis is still horrifically oppressive if it goes off, however, and reduces many games against her to "play perfectly or die."

Add:

Doom Bringers are vanishingly rare. Dominators basically all spontaneously ceased to exist once Charged Impulsar got nerfed and they realized they'd actually have to try in PvP again. Paradox is, once again, the most popular PvP Add, and for some reason still has an infinite. Purple is the color of bullies, it turns out. {Death to purples.}

Lu: Almost as Leeroy Jenkins as Elsword, but not a large sample to work with.

If the dive that magnetically homes in on targets wasn't enough of a giveaway, Lu's ability to zero in on a target is still very high. Diangelion's switch-attacks have the same bizarre hitboxes and gravity as ever. Lu in general seems to be about throwing giant hitboxes around the map and hoping they hit something, and her combo game is so safe that there really isn't need for precision there, either. {If she can’t hit you with a command normal or a skill, she’ll lag you out with her FPS-killing abilities. Surprisingly not very high up on the whale list, and even lower on the whales-for-fashion list.}

Ciel mains still don't exist. {Nobu would be sad to hear this.}

Rose: Rich, but shallow.

You're basically not even a Rose main if you don't have an 11+, the same way you're basically not a Chung main if you can't get 4+ X-drops in a single launch. {I am apparently no longer a Rose/F. Gunner main. Okay.} Their gameplay shows no personality to speak of, and you'll be fighting the same kind of Rose tactics at Rank C that you will at Star. Despite being the only non-Chung in the 1v1 Finals, Minerva has actually seen something of a population decrease lately. I imagine a lot of players disliked the fact that the player got to finals by using a Freeze Grenade infinite.

{POs seem like one of the most funded Rose classes, despite being lowtier in both PvP and PvE. About 20% of them have an elitist complex, and another 40% only play her because “OMG MECHA WAIFU”. I’ve only encountered like two POs who acknowledge that she feels and plays nothing like her DFO counterpart, and the fact that I had to argue with a super stubborn NA forumer about this is flat-out stupid. Ah, also. TBs are dead now. Unsurprisingly.} PvP Rose is actually mostly TB thanks to her pseudo-meditate.

Ain: I was horribly, terribly, no-good very bad wrong about the prediction last time.

PvP Ain is as homogenous across all three paths as Rena: {はい、はい。} Base Ain normals are so strong that the only ones his other classes really use are dives. Otherwise, you can treat all Ains the same. Watch out for airdashes, stomps, Xes, and basically a full kit of backwards melee hitboxes (we got rid of that on the Polar Bear suit for a reason, right? Right??) which are all so strong that, even though the bug has been patched out, Schwert Platzen is still a core PvP skill for all Ains. Bluhen is very rare in PvP, due mostly to the fact that he doesn't have a dive combo. Richter basically plays "The floor is lava" the entire game. The stomp noise is as annoying and stuck in my head as Aisha's "HYA" voice clip now and is a standout among Ain's generally obnoxious sound design. {Maybe if KoG gave us more combo options my fellow Richters wouldn’t have to sink this low.}

his german is off but i appreciate the effort.

#Elsword #elsword pvp #Neophix is rambling again #long post

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