#space incarnate

[swiftpooldoesstuff]

Can we get a lore rant about the space mans

*deep inhale*

Space Keeper is one of the founding keepers. Keepers are basically my OC world’s equivalent of the Greek gods.

The way the keepers work is each of them have control over one specific thing. In the beginning when there wasn’t really anything, there were the founding keepers that started to create stuff. As time went on, more things were being created that the keepers couldn’t keep track of, so they created (not like that-) more keepers to help them. These are the minor keepers.

Minor keepers are slightly less powerful keepers that serve mainly to adjust the work load and stabilize creation. Only founding keepers can make other keepers.

Anyway so back to Space.

Space, while having a broad range of stuff to keep in check, only has two minor keepers to assist them, those being Keeper of the Stars and Keeper of Moons. Space, like the other keepers, has their own personal realm, which is basically a really small galaxy (small as in the size of New York City).

Now to address Space’s wings.

So on Space’s ref sheet, they aren’t shown to have wings. That’s because they no longer do. Okay, we’ll technically they do but they don’t show them because they’re charred. Basically, they had these large, elegant white wings that were burned and destroyed in a fight among the founding keepers. What had happened was a disagreement between the founding keepers over how to go about with creating a universe, which spiraled into a fight, which created War.

War is not necessarily a keeper. They’re considered one by the majority of the keepers, but the founders don’t necessarily consider them one. War was not created intentionally nor by a specific keeper, and they don’t oversee a certain area of creation. Instead, they stir up trouble among the keepers and the creatures along the Timeline.

Space, while mainly uninvolved in drama unless it specifically involves them (this being one of the few times it did), was caught in the crossfire between conflicting sides, and when War made their dramatic appearance by literally blowing up the meeting hall, Space had attempted to shield Time and Energy (two other founding keepers) and ended up having their wings catch fire. When the hall collapsed, Space fell with it, all the way down to one of the planets. To the eyes of creatures in the universe, they saw a wonderful meteor shower. To the eyes of the keepers, they had just lost one of the most important keepers.

Space didn’t end up dying, but they did hide out on this planet for quite a while until Star and Moon found them and convinced them to return.

Since then, Space had been very quiet and oftentimes is found in the outer reaches of the universe or in their realm.

Anyway, feel free to check out their TH

[puppetmaster13u]

Am I slightly obsessed with dragon AUs? Maybe. Maybe I just really like dragons. So have another prompt.

Danny and Tucker have decided to reincarnate together in an entirely new world. Which isn't a new thing with reincarnation for beings such as them, but honestly they're a little tired of being humans or human-adjacent beings.

But they don't want to just be an animal either. They're Ancients after all, and can afford to be a bit prideful in choosing a form they'll hopefully spend at least another eighteen years in.

The forms they've chosen? Why dragons. It fits their power sets so well, and honestly it's something new for them! And well, Sam would join but it's her turn on the whole council thing since the Realms doesn't exactly have a king anymore.

But they have to make it through the whole... egg thing first. Which on one hand, dragon eggs are practically indestructible and it's free nap time! On the other, they can't exactly defend themselves besides whatever natural magical things might surround them.

Which is why it's so annoying that some assholes decide to steal them. They're literally stuck as eggs for at least a few months more, preferably a bit longer so they can be certain their new bodies are strong enough to hold their true power. Or at least the small fraction living bodies can hold.

And they aren't some gemstones! Honestly these people are also idiots and- oh, hey, someone is attacking the whole smuggling operation thing, thank fuuck... .... Oh hey, fellow undead! Yeah, hey, dude that doesn't feel full of greed and is maybe a bit angry but that's normal, yeah you! Hey get them out of this box! Yeah!

Jason on the other hand, is having a very What the Fuck sort of night right now.

[sapphanimates]

ring of tails <3

[amaranthdahlia]

the one he loathes above all others.

[tswwwit]

When bill sees thru an eye does he switch from one to another like channels or can he see thru all of them at once and pick on which one he wants to focus on?

He can see through multiple eyes at once, though probably not ALL of his eyes at once. There's simply too many around to spread himself that thin! And of the ones he's currently using, he'll only pick a few to really focus on.

[doctorkinktraveller]

According to Mark Gatiss, this cameo was filmed in such a way that any Doctor could appear.

He wanted it to be "future proof", as demonstrated when Ncuti Gatwa took Matt's place for the 60th anniversary.

I actually had a slightly expanded idea for this in a fanfic, I was writing that I have possibly abandoned but may revive and begin a complete rewrite. That as a gift, pior to his first regeneration he sees from his POV all his future incarnations as they adjust the same controls looking to him with a smile.

Also I'd like to see this same scene with Jodie, Peter and David in place of Matt and Ncuti.

[shima-draws]

Anyway speaking of poly trios. Have any of you considered Lawlusan because MANNNN.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

mods asleep post Rogers II

[nobleriver]

In death, I carry you with me, my eternal companion, a broken melody.

[seventeendeer]

hrrr I Saw the TV Glow is still rolling around in the back of my mind. it's hitting me somewhat belatedly that what seemingly starts as mainly an identity story turns out - toward the final act - to also be a love story. two queer kids finding each other (again). the bond they forge (have always had). the feelings that start to grow (were always there) despite the lie they're living. one trying to save the other, and failing. the frail hope at the end that maybe what they had mattered after all, even if they never see each other again. maybe because they knew each other, someday things will be better.

idk. so much of the story feels so lonely. they're awkward with each other at first and they don't really "get" each other and they're absent from each other's lives for long periods and they don't have anyone else. but it's all a lie - they were best friends, they knew each other better than anyone, they are who they are because they knew each other, they were not alone. no matter how bleak the setting is, this fake world can't obscure the truth. they'll never forget each other. it will always have happened, it will always have mattered.

it's so hard to put into words but Owen/Isabel and Maddy/Tara make me so crazy, the way everything in the world works to drive them apart and yet not even losing their memories can destroy the connection between them. and it's not enough to prevent the world from tearing them apart but maybe it's enough to save their lives

queer love portrayed not as supernaturally resilient or invincible (god knows it isn't), but as a precious fragile thing that can and will grow back over and over in some form no matter what ...

[x-atan]

some pen doodles from killing time in linecon (o´ω`o)ﾉ

[queenlucythevaliant]

We see him come and know him ours

Russia: "Carol of the Russian Children," traditional // Kenya: The Nativity, Elima Njau // France: "Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella," Nicolas Saboly // Haiti: Madonna and Child, Ismael Saincilus // Australia: "The Three Drovers," William James // China: Tryptic by Lu Hongnian // Canadian/Algonquian: "Huron Carol," Jean de Brébeuf

[gingermintpepper]

Actually, since it's not going to come up anytime soon and I ended up finalising all of the kids' 'childhood' work-spaces before I finished Apollo's, allow me a moment to talk briefly about what a few of these workrooms look like.

Ares: Snakes, snakes, snakes! One expects his room to be filled with weapons and battle dummies - and those things are certainly in there! - but most of his workroom is essentially a glorified terrarium where he's able to keep track of his little snake friends like the Ismenian and Colchian Dragons. Humid, slightly misty and filled with leafy foliage, still waters and twisting branches, there's shed skin decorating his walls, fangs and skulls mounted like prized weapons, and he even had drawings of his most beloved serpent-children done on the jars and cups he keeps in his room. Hephaestus gives all his dud-weapons and over-wrought metal to Ares for him to practice as roughly as he wants with so Ares also has a lot of unorthodox looking, completely impractical weapons laying around or mounted on his walls. Jars of dragons' teeth and eagle/vulture feathers are on his shelves and he keeps some on hand in his sparring area so he can train against Sown Men when he's testing new weapons or just trying to keep sharp. He also uses the Sown Men to puzzle out formations and battle maneuvers. He has a small rest area in the warmest part of his workroom where he keeps writings about tactics and politics that both Athena and Zeus have compiled along with a few of the scarce preserved texts from Iapetus. He has a dream-charm given to him by his father that's made from Aquila's shed feathers and is meant to keep the phantoms of his battles from haunting him when he rests. Though Ares is supposed to keep it on him at all times, he treasures it too much to risk it becoming undone, so he keeps it safe here.

Hephaestus: Hot and dry one moment and then ice-cold the next, Hephaestus has one of the bigger workspaces. Not to be confused with his forges (which are massive, and at this point are only twofold - his first, more private forge on the banks of Oceanus and the second 'work' forge deep in the belly of Mount Vulcanus where he collaborates with the Cyclops) Hephaestus' workspace is half a storage spot for rare and otherwise unattainable ores, materials and stone and half a place for him to clear his head and recenter himself. It's naturally very cold in Hephaestus' workspace and the layout is labyrinthine with long sprawling hallways that are very dark and lead to wide open rooms that are borderline cavernous in their depth. Fennel torches are on every wall in even intervals and it's very easy to tell what parts of the space are and are not occupied based on which torches are lit. Just as Ares has his Sown Men, Hephaestus has his Golden Handmaidens who assist him in a lot of the busywork of getting around, especially when it comes to lighting the hallway torches or getting materials out from hard to reach areas. His favourite room is the hearth-room which is where he's stored all of Prometheus' old research and work. Considering Prometheus was his teacher, his works are all Hephaestus has left of him and there is still much Prometheus never got the chance to teach him written down in the books. There are also tons of half completed crafts and blueprints scattered about the hearth-room along with some of the assorted jewellry Hephaestus is eternally repairing on the center table for the myriad gods. There's a loom in his hearth-room since he's interested in weaving but he's terrible at it. He can straight stitch just fine though.

Athena: Definitely has the most seemingly chaotic/disorganised workspace on first glance; Athena's space is not so much big as it is tall. The walls are ever-shifting tapestries that Athena weaves from her loom and the rack of her strings travels all across the length of her workspace. She keeps track of all kinds of events this way - meetings, histories, to-do-lists - she weaves all of it and add it to her big tapestry. Along with these, her space is stacked with books, scrolls and tablets with no particular focus. She's a collector of information and she's a voracious reader, intent on learning as much as she can from the mistakes of her predecessors as possible. Just as Ares has Iapetus' old writings and Apollo has Coeus', Athena has Crius' old writings and studies. She inherited some of it naturally but most of it, especially with respect to Crius' constellation mapping and the orientation of the stars are things she requisitioned from Pallas after she conquered him. If one can make sense of all the threads and the thousand-stories sewn into the walls and the stacks and stacks of books and navigate deeper into her workspace, they'll find carefully hung and displayed fabrics and garments and a lot of stone and wood carvings. Mostly likenesses of some of the animals around Olympus like Ares' snakes or Aphrodite's doves, but there are also in-progress models of temples and buildings that she tinkers away at when she's not otherwise occupied. Even deeper into her woven walls is a little klin area where she produces custom pottery when she wants to create in secret, usually for gifts to others.

[fritzmonorail]

Bruh they left my boy in the ancient Aztec nursing home.

[itspileofgoodthings]

so like what. i have to trust in God? that’s my only option??? it’s that bad huh????

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand.

Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it?

On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone — while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?

❦

Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will it stay by your manger at night?

Can you hold it to the furrow with a harness?

Will it till the valleys behind you?

Will you rely on it for its great strength?

Will you leave your heavy work to it?

Can you trust it to haul in your grain

and bring it to your threshing floor?”

Job 38:4-7, 39:9-12 (NIV)

❦

It feels like such a Choice to have the Job episode right before the one about resurrectionists. The one that shows even angels failing to bring back the dead, when human doctors are juuuuust about to learn how to do it.

The central question of Job’s story is “why do bad things happen to good people?” And one answer is: do enough science, and we can stop God from fucking with them.

Domesticate the ox to fill Job’s herd. Study different animals to heal Job’s disease. Count the clouds, find the storehouses of snow, and plug them into our weather models so we can evacuate Job’s children before the mighty wind.

Can Crowley call lightning and have it report back to him? Sure. But so can all the electronic doors and lights and phones that he zaps. All the technology that’s so mundane to us that it doesn’t even register as an answer to God’s challenge. Crowley is doing flashier versions of our miracles — the serpent of Eden standing in for all human science. He’s the shiny car, he’s the astrophysics, he’s the lightning in the wires.

He’s also the low-grade evil of car-based infrastructure, the glitchy cell towers, and the one that officially set armageddon in motion. Technology is tricky like that. Will the wild ox consent to serve you?